“HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW YOUR BOYFRIEND?” — A QUADRANT SPECIAL
Lando Norris x Girlfriend!reader
Synopsis: Landos girlfriend reluctantly takes part in Quadrants new video “how well do you know your boyfriend” - with running commentary from Max Fewtrell
The Quadrant studio is buzzing in that familiar, chaotic way — lights half‑set up, someone’s left a half‑eaten packet of crisps on the main table, and Max Fewtrell is already narrating everything like he’s David Attenborough observing a rare species.
“Here we have,” Max says dramatically, pointing the camera at you as you walk in, “the long‑suffering girlfriend of Lando Norris. She has survived years of his nonsense. Truly, a national treasure.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Morning to you too, Max.”
Lando pops his head out from behind a lighting rig, curls messy, hoodie half‑zipped, grin bright enough to power the entire set. “Hi, love.”
He crosses the room in three long strides and wraps his arms around you, lifting you slightly off the ground. He smells like his usual mix of cologne and whatever shampoo he stole from you this week.
“You ready to lose?” he murmurs into your hair.
“You’re adorable,” you say, patting his cheek, “but you’re absolutely going to embarrass yourself today.”
Max gasps loudly. “Conflict. Drama. Romance. This is better than Netflix.”
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🎬 THE SETUP
The Quadrant crew finally gets everything in place — two chairs, a small table with whiteboards and markers, and a camera pointed directly at you and Lando. Max insists on being the off‑screen host, which everyone agrees to mostly because it’s easier than arguing.
Lando pulls your chair closer to his, knees bumping yours. He’s already smiling at you like he’s forgotten the rest of the world exists.
“Stop looking at her like that,” Max groans. “We get it. You’re in love. Disgusting.”
Lando flips him off without breaking eye contact with you.
The camera starts rolling.
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🎥 TAKE ONE
“Welcome back to Quadrant,” Max announces in his best presenter voice. “Today we have Lando Norris and his childhood sweetheart, the only person who’s known him longer than his hairdresser.”
Lando snorts. “That’s not true.”
“Is it not?” Max asks. “Because I’ve seen the photos. The bowl cut era was dark.”
You laugh, leaning into Lando’s shoulder. “I was there for that.”
“Trauma bonding,” Max says. “Beautiful.”
Lando squeezes your hand under the table. “Okay, first question,” he says, trying to take control. “Let’s go.”
Max clears his throat. “What is your partner’s go‑to comfort food?”
You immediately start writing. Lando stares at his blank board like it’s a complex physics equation.
“Don’t overthink it,” you tease.
“I’m not,” he lies.
Max leans over his shoulder. “He’s absolutely overthinking it.”
You finish your answer and hold your board close to your chest. Lando finally scribbles something down.
“Three, two, one — reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Pasta. Always pasta.
Lando: Her mum’s pasta.
Your heart does a little flip.
“Aww,” Max says. “That’s actually cute. Gross, but cute.”
Lando beams. “See? I know things.”
“You know one thing,” you correct.
He nudges your knee with his. “It’s the important thing.”
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🎥 TAKE TWO — THE CHAOS BEGINS
Max reads the next question. “What is your partner’s biggest fear?”
Lando immediately writes something down, smirking.
You narrow your eyes. “If you write something stupid—”
“I would never,” he says, which is the biggest lie he’s ever told.
You write your answer carefully. Lando finishes his in two seconds and sits back, arms crossed, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Losing the people I love.
Lando: Spiders. And Max’s cooking.
Max gasps. “My cooking is incredible.”
“Your cooking is a war crime,” Lando says.
You elbow him. “I meant emotionally.”
Lando’s expression softens instantly. He reaches over, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Yeah. I know. I just… didn’t want to make it heavy.”
You smile at him, and he smiles back, and Max groans loudly.
“Can you two stop having a moment? This is a YouTube video, not a wedding.”
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🎥 TAKE THREE — THE CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART ROUND
Max grins like he’s been waiting for this. “Since you two have known each other since you were tiny, let’s test your memory. What was your first impression of each other?”
You laugh. “Oh no.”
Lando’s already writing, shaking his head.
You write yours slowly, remembering the moment — the awkward, shy, adorable little boy with messy hair and big dreams.
“Reveal!”
You flip your boards.
You: Thought he was cute but painfully shy.
Lando: Thought she was way too pretty to ever talk to me.
Your breath catches. “Lan…”
He shrugs, cheeks pink. “It’s true.”
Max clutches his chest. “I’m going to be sick.”
Lando ignores him completely. “I remember it so clearly. You were wearing that little blue jumper and you smiled at me and I swear I forgot how to speak.”
“You still forget how to speak,” Max mutters.
Lando throws a marker at him.
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🎥 TAKE FOUR — THE SPICY ROUND
Max wiggles his eyebrows. “What is your partner’s most annoying habit?”
Lando immediately points at you. “She steals my hoodies.”
You raise your eyebrows. “You literally give them to me.”
“That’s not the point.”
You write your answer, biting back a smile.
“Reveal!”
You: He leaves wet towels everywhere. EVERYWHERE.
Lando: She steals my hoodies.
Max bursts out laughing. “Domestic life with Lando Norris. Riveting.”
Lando groans. “Okay, fine, I leave towels around. But you look cute in my hoodies.”
You grin. “So you admit it.”
“I admit nothing.”
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🎥 TAKE FIVE — THE HEART MELTER
Max clears his throat dramatically. “Last question. What is the moment you knew you were in love?”
Lando freezes.
You freeze.
The room goes quiet.
You start writing slowly, heart thudding. Lando stares at his board for a long moment before writing something down with surprising seriousness.
“Reveal,” Max says softly.
You flip your boards.
You: When he held my hand at his first karting race because he was nervous.
Lando: When she held my hand at my first karting race because I was nervous.
You blink.
He blinks.
Max whispers, “Oh my god.”
Lando reaches for your hand across the table. “I didn’t think you remembered that.”
“Of course I remember,” you say, voice soft. “You were shaking.”
“You squeezed my hand,” he says. “And I thought… if she’s here, I’ll be okay.”
Your eyes sting a little.
Max fans himself dramatically. “This is too much. I’m going to combust.”
Lando leans over and kisses your cheek, lingering there for a moment. “I love you,” he murmurs, quiet enough that only you hear it.
You squeeze his hand. “I love you too.”
---
🎬 AFTER THE CAMERAS STOP
The moment the camera cuts, Max throws himself onto the table.
“You two are unbearable,” he groans. “I’m editing this and I’m adding clown music over every romantic moment.”
Lando flips him off again. “Do that and I’ll replace all your voiceovers with a kazoo.”
You laugh, standing up and stretching. Lando immediately wraps his arms around your waist from behind, chin on your shoulder.
“You were amazing,” he says softly.
“You were adorable.”
He kisses your cheek again. “We should do more videos together.”
Max groans. “Absolutely not.”
Lando ignores him. “Maybe a cooking challenge.”
“You’d lose,” you say.
He gasps. “Rude.”
“True,” Max adds.
Lando throws another marker at him.
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🎥 THE FINAL MOMENT
As you’re packing up, Lando grabs your hand and pulls you back toward him.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Thanks for doing this with me.”
You smile. “Anytime.”
He leans in, kissing you properly this time — slow, warm, familiar. The kind of kiss that feels like home.
Max walks by, covering his eyes. “I’m blind. I’m actually blind.”
Lando breaks the kiss just long enough to shout, “Shut up, Max!”
Warnings: language, public embarrassment, lando norris being a dramatic idiot
Pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
Summary: In 2021, Lando exposed Max’s secret girlfriend on stream. Years later, Max gets the ultimate revenge when Lando accidentally lets his secret slip. Chaos, payback, and a very unimpressed girlfriend ensue.
Words: 3K
The 2021 stream is infamous.
Lando, barely legal and full of chaos, spills Max Fewtrell's biggest secret like it's nothing. "Max have a girlfriend." Just drops it. Live. To thousands of people.
Max's relationship was three months old. Private. Fragile. Something he actually cared about.
And Lando just told everyone.
Max didn't speak to him for a week. When he finally did, his voice was calm. Too calm.
"I'm not going to get mad," Max said.
"Good," Lando replied, already relaxing.
"I'm going to wait."
"...Wait for what?"
Max smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "For you to fall in love. And then I'm going to do exactly what you did to me."
Lando laughed. "Never happening. I don't do relationships."
Max just nodded. "We'll see."
Four years pass.
Lando does what Lando does: races cars, streams games, dodges commitment like it's a torpedo. He's convinced he's untouchable. Too smart for love. Too busy for feelings.
Then he meets you.
It's at a mutual friend's party. You're not famous. You don't care about his job beyond being happy for him. You make fun of his haircut within the first thirty seconds.
He's hooked immediately.
"You're different," he tells you on the second date.
"That's what they all say," you reply, stealing a fry off his plate.
"No, I mean it. I don't—I don't usually do this."
"Do what? Eat fries?"
"Feel things," he admits, then looks horrified at his own honesty.
You laugh. It's not mean. It's warm. Real. "That's terrifying for you, isn't it?"
"Yes," he says. "Absolutely terrifying."
You're together by the end of the month.
Lando had never been so happy and nervous at the same time. It had been so long since Lando had been so excited about a relationship.
The apartment is dark except for the glow of two monitors. It’s late—or early, depending on your relationship with sleep—and Lando is streaming. Just a chill one. No agenda. Definitely not because you’re in the next room, wrapped in his hoodie, reading a book on his bed.
He told you to stay quiet. “Just for a bit, baby. I’ll be done in an hour.”
You rolled your eyes but kissed his cheek anyway. You’ve been together for eight months. Private by necessity, but soft in ways that make his chest ache. No one knows. Not the fans. Not the press. Not even most of his friends.
Max Fewtrell knows.
Max has known since week two, when Lando showed up at his flat at midnight, drunk on something stronger than confidence, rambling about "this girl, Max, she’s different, I swear to god.”
Max listened. Max nodded. And then Max smiled—slow, terrible, beautiful—and said, “So. A girlfriend, then?”
Lando had gone pale. “You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
But Max kept the secret. For months. Lando almost started to trust him again.
Foolish, really.
Until Friday arrived and with it a streaming of Lando.
The stream is going fine. Lando is racing, cracking jokes, dodging questions about his love life with the practiced ease of a man who has lied to the entire internet for fun and profit.
But then he hears it.
A soft thud from the bedroom. Then your voice, sleepy and sweet: “Lan? Where’d you put my phone charger?”
Lando’s soul leaves his body.
His hands hover over his keyboard. His eyes go wide. The chat, sensing blood, accelerates into chaos.
WHO WAS THAT
LANDO???
GIRL?? IN THE BACKGROUND???
HELLO???
“No one,” Lando says, too fast. “That was—that was my—my Alexa. My Alexa sounds weird. British update.”
The chat is not buying it.
ALEXA SAID ‘LAN’
ALEXA DOES NOT HAVE A BEDROOM
LANDO NORRIS YOU ARE LYING
He’s about to fumble his way through another terrible excuse when his phone buzzes.
Max Fewtrell: is that her?
Max Fewtrell: is that the girlfriend?
Max Fewtrell: lando i swear to god if you don’t invite me to this stream right now.
Lando types back frantically: max don’t you dare
A second later, a notification pops up.
maxfewtrell has joined the stream.
“No,” Lando whispers. “No, no, no.”
Max’s face appears on screen. He looks like Christmas came early. His grin is so wide it’s almost obscene.
“Evening, chat,” Max says smoothly. “Lando. Mate. Sounded like you had a visitor.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really? Because chat says they heard a girl call you ‘Lan.’” Max leans back, arms crossed, the picture of smug patience. “Want to explain that?”
Lando is sweating. Actually sweating. “It was—my sister.”
“Your sister calls you ‘Lan’?”
“Sometimes.”
“At 1 AM?”
“She’s… an insomniac.”
Max hums. He pulls out his phone, scrolls for a second, then looks directly into the camera with the energy of a man about to commit a felony.
“You know,” Max says, loud and clear, “it’s funny. Because I could have sworn—and correct me if I’m wrong, chat—that Lando told me, in confidence, about eight months ago, that he’d met someone. That she was ‘really special.’ That he wanted to ‘keep her a secret because he didn’t want to mess it up.’”
Lando makes a sound like a dying animal. “Max.”
“And I remember thinking,” Max continues, unstoppable now, “how familiar that sounded. How much that reminded me of someone else I knew. Someone who had a secret girlfriend. Someone who got exposed on a live stream by a certain—what was his name again?—oh, right. Lando Norris.”
The chat has achieved light speed.
MAX IS SAVAGE
HE REMEMBERED
THE LORE
LANDO HAVE A GF?????
KARMA IS REAL
Lando drops his head into his hands. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Max grins. “You love me. Just like you love your secret girlfriend who is definitely in your bedroom right now. Hi, by the way! You deserve better than this idiot.”
From the other room, barely audible, you laugh.
And Lando—despite the disaster, despite the betrayal, despite the fact that his phone is now exploding with notifications from every driver, every journalist, and his own mother—smiles.
Just a little.
Worth it.
"Say it," Lando grumbles, crossing his arms even with a smoldering smile on his face. "Say the phrase you want to say"
Max leans into his microphone. He's enjoying this. Really, truly enjoying this.
"Lando have a girlfriend," Max announces, perfectly enunciated. "And he is whipped. And I have screenshots. And voice memos. And approximately fourteen hours of him talking about how pretty her laugh is."
"You're a monster," Lando whispers.
"I learned from the best."
You kept laughing while you were watching everything from your laptop
Later. After the stream ends. After Max logs off cackling. After the internet has fully lost its mind.
You walk into the living room, still in his hoodie, hair messy, holding your phone charger like a trophy. You look at Lando—slumped in his gaming chair, face buried in his hands, ears bright red—and raise an eyebrow.
“So,” you say. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?”
Lando looks up at you, utterly defeated. “He’s never going to let me live this down.”
“Nope.”
“The entire world knows now.”
“Yep.”
“My DMs are going to be hell.”
“Probably.”
He sighs. Then holds out his arms. “Worth it, though.”
You roll your eyes but walk over anyway, letting him pull you into his lap. He tucks his face into your neck, breathing you in, and you can feel him smile against your skin.
“I love you,” he mumbles. “Even if Max Fewtrell is the actual devil.”
“I love you too,” you say. “Even if you did kind of deserve that.”
From somewhere across the city, Max Fewtrell opens a bottle of champagne and tweets a single word:
@maxfewtrell: karma.
The internet explodes again.
Because Max isn't cruel. He's just patient.
And revenge, served cold, tastes best with a side of love.
Summary : To the world, Y/N had always been Lando Norris’ closest friend—before the fame, the podiums, and the roar of F1 engines. Their bond had always been well-known, shared through countless moments on and off camera. But as the months went on, something started to shift, and it wasn’t just between Y/N and Lando. It became apparent through streams, where their chemistry couldn’t be denied.
Words: 4.7k
Warnings: some swearing
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Max's Cooking Stream
“Done! I think they came out quite well,” Max announces, lifting the pan toward the camera, showing off the results of two hours in the kitchen.
The chat is already flooded with reactions—compliments, jokes, and the occasional disbelief at Max’s culinary skills.
"I'll be the judge of that" Lando states as he steps into view "Like master chef" he continues
Pietra is chatting with someone just out of view, her voice light and engaged. The mic, which has been filtering most background noise throughout the stream, only picks up bits and pieces of conversation—muffled words, distant laughter. But this moment? This one, it catches perfectly.
Lando steps away from where Max’s mic is propped, moving slightly out of frame. He reaches for a fork, his attention focused on someone unseen. And then, clear as day, his voice carries through.
"Love, come here a sec. Try it with me."
The chat explodes. But all three were too busy to realize what had just happened
"LOVE?? did he just say love??"
"Stop rn who is he talking to"
"someone find out rn pls"
"it might be y/n, she was seen with them around monaco yesterday"
"yeaa he calls her love sometimes i think its just a normal endearment for them lol"
All three, oblivious to the brewing chaos, all continue with what they were doing. Because whether it was intentional or not, Lando just dropped something big.
"Y/N’s here too, everyone! The whole gang’s here—Y/N, say hello to the chat," Max finally acknowledges, glancing at the flood of messages. It’s clear he’s doing some damage control, but the chat is already too far gone.
With a small wave and an amused little smile, Y/N finally steps into frame, grabbing a fork as she inches closer to the pan of food her friends have spent the past two hours making.
"Doesn’t look half bad, to be honest," she muses, inspecting the dish. "P’s really doing wonders, getting you this far into cooking."
Pietra laughs in the background while Max rolls his eyes, but before anyone can add to the banter, Y/N is already taking a bite.
"You’ve gotta—"
"Bloody hell—"
Lando’s warning comes a second too late. Y/N’s eyes widen as the heat hits, steam practically pouring out of her mouth as she waves a hand in front of her face, trying to cool down.
"You muppet, that’s literally fresh off the stove—c’mere," Lando chuckles, already unscrewing a bottle of water. He hands it to her, shaking his head as she takes it gratefully.
The chat? Utterly unhinged.
"NOT THE WAY HE JUST—"
"‘C’mere’ HE SAID ‘C’MERE’ I’M GONNA SCREAM."
"I AM LIVING FOR THIS CHAOS."
And just like that, what was supposed to be a casual cooking stream has become a full-blown internet event.
Everyone teases Lando about how he’s practically become a Twitch relic, only gracing the platform with his presence once a year. A far cry from the frequent streams he used to do. Some argue that it makes his rare appearances even more iconic, like a seasonal event the internet gathers for.
On one of his rare Twitch streams, Lando found himself diving into Backrooms with Max and a few other friends. As expected, chaos ensued—shouting, panicked laughter, and the occasional unintelligible screaming into the mic. But one moment, in particular, sent the fans into an absolute frenzy.
The doorbell rings, making both Ed and Lando pause mid-game and glance at each other.
"Food’s here," Lando announces into the mic.
Ed, already taking off his headset, ready to stand up. But just as Ed moves, they both hear the faint sound of the door unlocking.
"Oh, I think Y/N’s grabbing it, mate," Ed says, blinking in surprise. He relaxes back into his seat for a second before standing up anyway. "I’ll go help her."
"SHES STILL IN MONACO"
"i thought she went back to London with Max and P"
"omg she's staying with lando"
"loool stop reading into it guys ed's also staying with lando. theyre just friends"
"my delusions are being fed"
Both Y/N and Ed return, arms full with bags of food and cutlery. Ed drops back into his chair, already digging into his meal, while Y/N pauses beside Lando, holding a box of food in her hands.
"Do you want yours transferred to a plate, or is the box good?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.
"Like that is fine, thank you—oh, I’m streaming, by the way. They can see and hear you," Lando adds with a grin as he takes the box from her.
Y/N barely reacts, too used to this by now. Instead, she casually leans in slightly, scanning the chat as she asks, "Is Max here? Can you tell him to let P know I’ve been trying to call her?"
Lando doesn’t even look away from his screen. "He can hear you—he says sure. You wanna sit here and eat with us?"
She shakes her head, stepping back. "I’m good, got my own thing going on. I’ll see if I can join you guys later if you’re still on. Do you want water or anything?"
Lando glances up at her, smiling. "I’m good, I can grab some myself later."
"You know he’s lying, right?" Ed chimes in, chewing his food. "He’s just gonna wait until you leave so he can ask me to grab it for him."
"Shut up," Lando laughs, shaking his head.
Y/N only smirks knowingly before rolling her eyes. "Alright, whatever you say."
"Okay, okay, go back to doing your thing," Lando says, refocusing on his screen. "Connor’s complaining we’re taking too long."
The chat, meanwhile, is already in shambles.
"She’s literally taking care of him at this point.""Ed exposing Lando is my new favorite thing.""The domestic energy here is sending me."
"What is she up to now? Too busy to play with us?" Max teases as they dive back into the game.
"Nah, mate, she's busy building Legos in the other room," Lando replies casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Max snorts. "Another new hobby? You know she gave us a shit ton of air-dry clay stuff she made that one time. My apartment is literally full of it."
"No, Max, I stepped into the apartment today, and I genuinely thought I was in a Lego store. It’s insane," Ed laughs, shaking his head.
Lando chuckles. "Some of them are mine too, alright? They're not all hers. She’s been building some sets I’ve had lying around for ages."
The chat, of course, goes wild.
"Their apartment is a Lego store. I am crying."
"WAIT SO THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING TOGETHER RIGHT??"
"Domestic life with Y/N and Lando sounds like a fever dream."
Max just laughs. "Well, tell her to finish up and come scream with us in the Backrooms when she’s done playing with her bricks."
The stream opens with Lando and Max sitting side by side, each focused on their own PC as they prep for a game of Tarkov. There’s an easy banter in the air, Max teasing Lando about his gear while the two get things set up. But it’s the subtle detail in the background that catches the chat's attention—Lando’s racing rig.
It’s glowing softly in the background, the LED lights creating an almost otherworldly vibe against the dim room.
Max finally glances at the chat, giving a quick nod to thank some of his new subs. But his eyes stop when he spots a few of the comments scrolling by.
Max smirks, leaning into the mic with a grin. "The rig? Oh—it's Y/N. She’s playing F1 right now."
With that, Max casually moves his chair out of the way, revealing Y/N sitting just behind him. She's fully immersed, headset on, brows furrowed in concentration as she steers through a corner on screen, oblivious to the fact that she’s now in full view of the chat.
A small smile tugs at the corner of Lando’s lips as he turns back to look at Y/N, still fully engrossed in the game, unaware that both he and Max are watching her with amusement.
"She's prepping for the season too," Lando continues, keeping his voice casual, though there’s a playful edge to it. "Chat, I think she’s planning on taking my seat—she’s been on there for hours now."
Lando laughs, but the chat immediately picks up on the vibe.
"HE'S JEALOUS, LOOK AT HIM."
"Lando knows he's been replaced."
"Imagine Y/N taking his F1 seat. I’d pay to watch that."
Max, who’s been watching the scene unfold, looks back at Lando with a raised brow. "She’s putting in more practice than you are, mate. Maybe she is taking your seat."
Lando chuckles, shaking his head, though his smile lingers. "Nah, nah, she’s still got a lot to learn... but she’s getting there. I’m just here for moral support."
The chat, of course, has already spirals into chaos.
"Moral support? He’s just trying to hold on to his seat!"
"I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE RACE BETWEEN THEM. WHO’S GONNA WIN??"
"Lando’s literally her biggest fan and her biggest competitor at the same time. I love it."
Y/N, still completely absorbed in the game, lets out a frustrated grunt as she crashes into the wall during a tight turn. "I've fucking crashed—how is AI Lando also a little shit?"
The pair immediately burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. The moment is too perfect—Y/N, so focused on her race, completely unaware she’s been on stream the whole time.
Max wipes away tears, trying to calm down. "What?" Y/N finally takes off her headset after pausing her game, looking around in confusion, only to notice the commotion between the two.
"We’re on Twitch," Max manages between laughs, still struggling to breathe. "They heard you calling Lando a little shit."
Max, still grinning, leans back in his chair, clearly enjoying the moment. "I mean, I honestly don’t know if you should be more offended by the fact that she just called you a little shit... or the fact that she’s not racing as you."
Lando looks over at Max, a playful glint in his eyes. "Yeah, who are you racing as right now?" His curiosity gets the best of him, and he stands up, walking behind Y/N to peer over her shoulder at her screen.
Y/N barely notices him, still intensely focused on her race. "You’re racing as Max?!" Lando exclaims, his voice a mix of disbelief and amusement. "I feel so betrayed!"
Y/N doesn’t respond, grabbing her water bottle beside her, taking a sip.
But Lando’s eyes widen as he looks at her screen again. "Wait, you're were P3?!" he says, his voice rising in shock. "What the fuck, Y/N—this is on 110 difficulty—did you change it?"
"Yeah, well I was but you crashed into me you knob"
Lando's completely taken aback, mouth agape, staring at her settings in awe. Without thinking, he takes over the controls, fully inspecting her game setup. "This is... this is insane. You’re actually doing really well."
Y/N, now realizing the level of chaos happening around her, turns to look at him with a grin. "What? Like its hard?"
Max, who’s been watching this unfold, laughs. "I told you she’d be better than you at this rate. I’m not surprised."
The chat, of course, is losing it.
"SHE'S RACING AS MAX AND BEATING LANDO. WHAT A MOOD."
"Y/N: 1, Lando: 0."
"Lando looks like he’s seen a ghost. How did she do that?"
Y/N just laughs, clearly loving the moment. "I told you, Lando, I’m coming for your seat."
"Alright, we've got to put a screen time limit on you from now on, love—fucking hell," Lando says, still shaking his head in disbelief, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He ruffles her hair affectionately before heading back to his seat.
The chat explodes with excitement.
"Lando’s whipped for her. I can’t breathe.""The way he ruffled her hair? That’s the couple energy we’re here for.""Y/N just casually destroying him, and Lando’s still soft with her. I’m obsessed.""I can’t believe they’re just out here living their best life on stream. I’m living for this dynamic."
The trio can be seen in Lando’s usual gaming spot, the atmosphere relaxed but buzzing with excitement. In an effort to accommodate everyone, an extra table has been pulled into the room, holding the laptop they’ve set up for Y/N so she can join in on the fun. The new setup feels a little crowded, but it only adds to the chaotic energy that’s been building up since they all logged in.
"Y/N is right behind you!" Max shouts into the mic, pulling the same trick he did to Lando the last time they played Backrooms
"Max, shut up, oh my gosh—NO IT'S CHASING ME, WAIT—PAUSE IT, PAUSE IT!" The panic in Y/N’s voice is unmistakable, and it sends both Lando and Max into fits of laughter.
Max, already losing it, grins widely. "You’re telling me to pause, but I’m the one who’s not controlling it!"
Lando, equally amused, can’t help but tease, hiding comfortably from the monster "Didn’t know you were this scared of a game, love."
Y/N’s frantic clicking can be heard through the mic as she scrambles to escape whatever horror was chasing her in the game. "I can’t— I swear it’s going to catch me!"
A sigh of relief escapes Y/N’s mouth as she finally reaches the room, the monster stopping its chase just in time. “Right, so you two do all the work and I’ll run out when it’s time to escape.”
Max lets out another laugh, clearly amused. “That’s not how it works, Y/N. You've got to carry your weight”
“Come on then, let’s go. Just stay behind me and you’ll be fine.” Lando moves his character closer to hers, ready to lead the way.
Y/N, still a little nervous, responds with a grin. “I’ll keep my eyes closed.”
Lando laughs, shaking his head. “Y/N—darling, it’s fine. It’s not that scary. It’s not gonna jump out at you. You just die and respawn, it’s all good.”
Max joins in, teasing, “Yeah, but if you keep closing your eyes, you’ll miss the whole thing. We’ll be done before you even open them.”
Y/N scoffs but can’t help but laugh, her character hesitating slightly. “I’m not opening them. I’m just here to run when the time comes.”
Lando smiles at her, his voice light. “Alright, well, try not to panic. We’ve got your back.”
The chat erupts in excitement, fans loving the playful back-and-forth between them.
"Y/N’s already planning her escape route. Classic."
"he calls her darling im sobbing "
"Lando’s trying to act all calm but he’s lowkey making sure she’s okay."
"Max is enjoying this way too much, lol."
Lando glances at Y/N with a grin. “Stay close, alright? We’re doing this together.”
Y/N was live on Instagram, chatting with fans while showing off her latest air-dry clay creations. She’d been getting non-stop requests to share her work ever since Max mentioned it in one of his streams, and now here she was, crafting away on camera.
Sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, Y/N focused on the delicate jewelry plate she was shaping. She was giving her followers a detailed look at her process, her hands moving skillfully as she explained what she was doing.
"See, then you build the sides and stick it to the plate part you just made," she said, carefully adding a border to the plate. "So it kinda has a nice little border around it, and that way, you can put your jewelry in the middle without it all rolling off."
"Who you talking to?" A voice, unmistakably Lando's, makes Y/N's head snap up to look at him, her concentration momentarily broken.
Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of him standing in the doorway, and she quickly responds, trying to maintain the calm vibe of her live stream. "I'm on Instagram live— you didn’t see my text?" Y/N says, her voice soft but carrying a hint of a warning as she tries to focus on her work again.
Lando, walks into frame to stand beside her, only half his body on screen. “I saw it, but I didn’t think you’d actually be live. What’s going on in here?”
"I'm doing a jewelry plate tutorial, see?" Y/N smiles up at him, gently lifting the plate to show him the progress she’s made, the edges perfectly formed and the design coming together nicely.
Lando leans in a little closer, clearly impressed. "That's actually pretty sick. Have you shown them the other ones you've done?"
"Mhmm," Y/N nods, setting the plate back down on the table and continuing to work on it. "I did earlier. I have a few that are dried, so once I'm done with this one, I'm gonna show them how I paint it."
"Cool, cool," Lando says, grinning as he takes a step back. "I’m actually pretty curious about the painting part."
Y/N shoots him a glance, arching an eyebrow. "You want in on this too?"
Lando looks at her, then at the camera, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Can I join you?"
Y/N pauses for a moment, clearly trying to keep a straight face. "You gonna try your hand at some clay art, Norris?" she teases, but her tone is warm.
"Gotta try to beat you in something after you've somehow managed to get close to beating me on the racing sim" a smirk on his face as he plops down on the floor beside her "Right what am I meant to do?"
The two sat mostly in silence, both deeply immersed in their work. Y/N’s focus was on finishing her jewelry plate, the soft clink of clay against the table the only sound as she shaped it carefully. Lando, on the other hand, was determined to paint one of the already dried plate, though it was clear his attention was divided between the task and watching Y/N work.
"Oh, I’ve messed up, bub," Lando admitted, his voice a little defeated. "I’m sorry, this looks horrific. I think I’ve ruined it." He leaned back dramatically, letting his shoulders slump as he rested his back against the foot of the sofa, casting an apologetic look her way. "This is a disaster."
"What? No! It's cute—you even painted flowers on it, it's nice!" Y/N exclaimed, her tone playful as she tried to hype him up, a grin tugging at her lips.
Lando looked at her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused. "Those are strawberries, you muppet," he said, laughing as he gently nudged her with his elbow, clearly not buying her attempt to boost his confidence.
Y/N burst out laughing, her hands up in surrender. "Oh, I'm only kidding! Of course they're strawberries," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
She quickly mouthed a playful I didn’t know to the camera as Lando became distracted with his painting again, a smirk creeping up on her face as she watched him carefully work on his next stroke.
"add bub to the list of names lando calls y/n"
"theyre actually so cute im going insane"
"not y/n gentle parenting lando"
"im telling my therapist about this"
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I'm telling mom
Max’s loud voice cut through the quiet apartment, shattering the late-night calm. It was already past 10 PM, and he’d been streaming for over two hours, fully immersed in whatever chaos his Twitch chat had cooked up for him.
“Y/N! Get in here a sec!” Max’s voice carried from his gaming room, loud enough to startle Y/N from where she sat beside P, half-watching a Netflix show.
With a sigh, she got up, padding toward his room. She hesitated at the door, peeking inside carefully, mindful of the camera that might be angled her way.
“It’s almost 11 PM, Max. What the fuck are you yelling about?” she laughed, eyes landing on him. He stood in the middle of the room, VR headset strapped on, controllers gripped tightly like his life depended on it. "You look ridiculous by the way"
“Can you call Lando? He’s fucking with me,” Max huffed, shifting on his feet like he was bracing for something. “He told me to download this horror VR game, and now he’s in chat claiming he’s in bed. I swear to God—he set me up.”
“So, let me get this straight,” Y/N started, arms crossed. “You want me to call Lando—”
“Yep.”
“—to ask him to get out of bed and play a game with you—”
“Mhm.”
“—instead of letting him sleep, because it’s nearly midnight in Monaco?”
“Exactly.” Max stood firm, pointing a VR controller at her like this was a life-or-death situation.
Y/N blinked. “Oh, you’re serious—right.” She sighed, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, already dialing.
“I swear, if he doesn’t hop on after I’ve set this up and put my contacts in—”
“Lan, you’re on speaker,” Y/N announced the second he picked up, barely giving him a chance to breathe.
Before Lando could even say hello, Max exploded. “You muppet! I’ve been standing here waiting for you for the past ten minutes!”
“Oh, piss off! I’ve been waiting for you for nearly an hour, Max! Can’t believe you actually made Y/N call me for this.”
“You weren’t picking up my calls!”
Y/N let out a slow, tired sigh and turned to the camera with a deadpan look, the exact kind of exhausted stare straight out of The Office.
“So you tell on me?! How mature,” Lando huffs
“Just hop on the game!” Max shot back, exasperated.
“This behaviour at 25 is diabolical,” Y/N muttered, dragging a hand down her face.
Through the speaker, you could hear Lando moving around. “Fine, fine! Okay, I’m on,” Lando said, voice muffled as he adjusted his setup. “Max, hurry up—I’ll send Y/N the code. Love, show him the code before you leave.”
Y/N sighed, holding up her phone as she walked over to Max. “Right. I’ve been dragged from my peaceful night just to moderate a sibling fight.”
Max squinted at the screen. “Got it. Thanks, Mom—right, I’m joining. You can leave now.” He was already fumbling with the game settings, barely paying her any attention.
Y/N rolled her eyes as Lando’s voice softened on the phone. “I’ll call you later, alright? Go watch your show with P. I’ll text you when we’re done.”
“Mm-hmm,” Y/N hummed in response, finally making her escape.
As soon as she was gone, Max turned back to chat, shaking his head. “Right, let’s go. See? He’s such a knob—I have to call Y/N every time he’s being an ass because he actually listens to her.”
The chat was loving this interaction
"Y/N staying with Max and P is actually so wholesome"
"NOT Y/N BEING MOM"
"LANDO LISTENING TO Y/N ONLY IS PEAK BF BEHAVIOUR U CANT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE"
" "i'll call you later" is so cute he's down bad for her"
At this point, they’d practically exposed themselves. The subtle interactions hadn’t gone unnoticed—small moments that seemed insignificant alone but painted a clear picture together. The lingering looks, the casual slips of affectionate nicknames, the way their conversations always carried a certain ease.
Everyone had a general understanding that the two were a couple, but they’d come to accept that Lando and Y/N weren’t quite ready to make it official—at least, not publicly. But what really sealed the deal? Max’s most recent stream, just before the season kicked off.
“Right, chat, Lando and I are finishing up the download, and we’ll hop on as soon as it’s done,” Max said, scrolling through chat and tossing out quick thanks for subs and gifted memberships while they waited.
“Is anyone else joining us or nah?” Lando asked, finally looking up from his phone where he sat beside Max, his own setup in front of him.
“Nah, don’t think so. Connor just texted—he’s out,” Max replied, making Lando nod before going back to whatever he was scrolling through.
“Chat, I’ll be back—I’m gonna grab some water,” Max announced, tapping his mic to mute it before standing up.
Completely unaware, Lando reached over and tapped the mic again, turning it back on.
“Baby?! C’mere a sec!” Lando called out, sitting with his back to the camera, casually waiting for someone to walk in—completely oblivious to the absolute chaos erupting behind him.
“OH BOB, YOU’RE NOT MUTED!!”
“HES HOPELESS.”
“NOOOOOOO LN TURN AROUND!!!”
“HE FULLY EXPOSED HIMSELF IM CRYING.”
"baby??!"
A moment later, Y/N appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Hello my pretty girl, wanna come join Max and I?" “Aren’t you live with Max right now?” she asked softly.
“Yeah, yeah, I muted it—don’t worry,” Lando reassured her without a second thought. “Wanna join? Max is still downloading it, we can set yours up if you’re up for it.”
Y/N smiled. “Yeah, sure, I’ll go grab the laptop.” With that, she turned and left the room.
Max walked back in, settling into his chair. “What were you two chatting about?” he asked as he put his headset back on.
“Y/N’s gonna play with us,” Lando answered smoothly. “Oh—by the way, I muted your mic. Chat can’t hear you right now.”
Max blinked. “Well, yeah, I muted it before I left—” His head snapped toward Lando. “Did you fucking tap the mic again?”
Lando visibly paled. “…No, I muted it.”
Max hurriedly glanced at chat, eyes scanning the messages flooding in before exhaling sharply. “You fucking unmuted it, you idiot.”
Lando sat there, frozen. Then, with an almost comically slow realization, he sighed. “Damn… well. Secrets out.”
Y/N practically skipped into the room, excitement clear in the way she carried her laptop against her chest. But the moment she stopped behind the two, her smile faltered.
Max and Lando both looked at her with identical guilty expressions.
“…What?” she asked, breaking the silence.
Max didn’t hesitate. “Your dimwit of a boyfriend just exposed you two. He unmuted the mic.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped. “No...”
Lando was already reaching for her hand, pulling her close. “I’m so sorry, baby. I swore I muted it.”
Y/N groaned, running a hand down her face. “Oh my God. How bad?”
Max snorted, scrolling through chat. “Let’s see… ‘We’re witnessing a live trainwreck,’ 'my pretty girl', ‘Bruh did he just expose himself?’ ‘Send help, I can’t breathe,’ and—oh, this one’s gold—‘My parents are finally public.’
Lando groaned, burying his face in Y/N’s side. “This is your fault, Max.”
“My fault?! You tapped the damn mic!”
The two went back and forth, bickering like a couple of siblings, while Y/N just stood there, still trying to wrap her head around what was going on.
“Oh, Y/N, come on. Don’t worry. It’s not like it’s a big surprise. He hasn’t exactly been subtle about it either.”
“Yeah, but until now, it was all just rumors and whispers.”
Lando shot her a reassuring smile. “Aww, baby, it’s fine. They love you, you know.”
Max groaned, leaning back in his chair and teasing them both. “See? Now he’s gonna go full PDA mode, more than he already does. We’re all doomed.”
Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. “I swear, I can already see it.”
Lando reached over to take her hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not that bad, is it?”
“Yeah, it is,” Max teased, rolling his eyes. “Just wait till he starts calling you ‘babe’ every two seconds on stream.”
Lando grinned mischievously. “You love it, Max. Admit it.”
Max shot him a playful glare. “I’m really starting to think I’ve been cursed.”
“Right, come on then, let’s play before I get called for an impromptu PR meeting,” Lando chuckled, giving Y/N a wink as he pulled his headset on.
Summary: Lando’s a little clingy tonight, which is how you end up sitting beside him off-camera while he streams CS with Max. It’s all going fine… until he notices the powdered sugar on your lips. One impulsive kiss later, the chat is in chaos, Max is traumatised, and Lando refuses to wipe the evidence away.
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, public but private couple, clingy!lando, streamer dynamics, brief kissing, chat chaos, max third-wheeling against his will, tooth-rotting sweetness
Word count: 1.2k ✨
A/N: so guys, as a lot of you said on my pole that you’d like to read more streamer!lando fics this is my first one. I got this idea because funnily enough I was eating powdered donuts myself while watching Lando stream with Max a few weeks ago (I had both streams open, and let me tell you it was hard to focus on both as I had one open on my phone and the other on my tablet and they were not in sync 😂) and I thought it was a super cute idea. I hope you enjoy, my requests are open for both Arthur and Lando fics. ☺️🩷
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Lando’s clingy.
Not verbally, he’ll never say it outright on stream, but you can always tell.
It’s in the way his hand keeps reaching for yours between rounds.
The way he swivels his chair slightly toward you even while focused on his monitor.
The way he’d texted you “come sit w me pls” from three feet away before going live.
So now you’re there.
Curled into the chair beside his, just out of camera frame like always. Public relationship, but private moments, the balance you’d both agreed on early. The viewers knew you existed, knew you were together… they just didn’t see you often.
Tonight was one of those rare nights you hovered just off screen because he wanted you close.
And because you’d brought snacks.
A small open box of mini powdered donuts rested on your lap, and you were halfway through your third one while scrolling TikTok with the volume low in your earbuds.
On his monitor, Lando’s game of CS was… not going well.
“HOW—” he cut himself off, leaning back in his chair. “How is he there? That makes no sense.”
From his headset, Max Fewtrell’s voice crackled in instantly.
“You say that every time you die.”
“Because it’s always stupid,” Lando shot back, clicking his mouse aggressively.
You snorted quietly beside him.
His head turned immediately.
The annoyance on his face melted the second he looked at you, it always did, and his eyes dropped to the donut in your hand.
Then to your mouth.
You didn’t even realise what he was staring at until he smiled.
A slow, soft, fond smile that made your stomach flip.
“What?” you mouthed.
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he leaned sideways out of camera frame, quick, casual, one hand bracing lightly on your knee as he pressed a kiss to your lips.
Soft. Sweet. Brief.
You giggled instantly into it, surprised, powdered sugar dusting from your lips onto his.
He pulled back just as quickly, grinning like it was the most normal thing in the world, and turned back to his screen as if nothing happened.
You blinked.
Then laughed quietly to yourself, wiping your fingers on a napkin before picking up another donut.
On stream, Max’s voice cut through again.
“…Why did you just disappear off camera?”
Lando froze mid-buy menu.
“What?” he said, too casually.
“You leaned out like you were kidnapped.”
“I did not.”
“You did,” Max insisted. “Chat’s literally asking where you went.”
Lando frowned, glancing at his second monitor where the chat was flying.
LANDOOOO WHERE DID U GO
bro vanished 💀
did his wifi die or—
wait… WAIT…
WAS THAT A KISS???
NO WAY
NOOOO WAYYY
POWDER ON HIS LIPS HELLO????
LANDO U HAVE SUGAR ON UR MOUTH
He blinked.
“…What?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth to stop laughing.
He frowned deeper, instinctively opening his stream preview, and there it was.
A faint dusting of powdered sugar across his bottom lip.
He stared at himself for a solid two seconds.
Then his cheeks went pink.
Max’s voice came through again, smug.
“Oh my god you kissed her didn’t you.”
Lando coughed.
“No.”
“Lando.”
“No.”
“LANDO.”
“Shut up, Max.”
Chat was in absolute meltdown.
HE’S BLUSHINGGGG
sugar kiss confirmed 🍩
THATS SO CUTE WHAT
bro got powdered donut rizz
he didn’t even WIPE IT OFF
IM SCREAMING
girlfriend reveal by SUGAR TRACE
You nudged his arm lightly, whispering, “You’ve got—”
“I know,” he muttered.
But instead of wiping it away…
He glanced at the camera again.
Then deliberately ran his tongue across his bottom lip, licking the sugar off slowly.
Chat exploded.
HELLO???
SIR???
THAT WAS ILLEGAL
he LICKED IT OFF???
I would like to thank powdered donuts for their service
gf off cam winning in life rn
He shot you a look then, playful glare, eyes narrowed.
“Your fault,” he said quietly, but there was a smile tugging at his mouth.
You gasped dramatically. “My fault?”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Distracting me mid-game.”
“You kissed me!”
“You had sugar on your lips!”
You giggled again, covering your mouth as you tried to stay quiet for stream.
Max groaned loudly in his headset.
“Oh my god I’m still here, by the way.”
Lando physically jumped in his chair.
“Fucking hell.. I forgot you were there.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” Max replied instantly. “I just watched you flirt live on Twitch.”
“I did not flirt.”
“You licked sugar off your girlfriend’s mouth on stream.”
Lando buried his face briefly in his hand, laughing.
Chat was eating it up.
max third wheeling AGAIN
free my man fewtrell
he’s traumatised
“i forgot you were there” 💀💀
clingy lando confirmed
He shook his head, refocusing on the game as the next round started.
“Right. Serious now,” he muttered, leaning forward.
You smiled to yourself and picked up another mini donut.
A minute passed.
Then two.
He was locked in, brows furrowed, mouse flicking, completely focused.
Until you tapped his arm.
He glanced sideways briefly.
You held up a powdered donut.
His expression softened instantly.
Without a word, he leaned over and took a bite straight from your fingers, never taking his eyes off the screen.
Chat noticed immediately.
SHE’S FEEDING HIM????
IM SO SOFT
off cam gf reveal but make it domestic
gamer boyfriend being fed donuts I can’t
he didn’t even look away 😭
Max groaned again.
“You’re being fed now? Are you five?”
“Shut up,” Lando mumbled through the bite, trying not to smile.
You wiped a bit of stray sugar from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.
He froze for half a second at the touch, then leaned slightly into it before catching himself and clearing his throat.
Focus. Stream. Game.
But his hand found your knee under the desk anyway, squeezing once absentmindedly.
You went back to scrolling TikTok, one earbud still in, occasionally tilting your phone so he could glance when he died between rounds.
At one point he died early again and leaned over.
“What’re you watching?”
“Fan edits,” you whispered.
He perked up immediately. “Of me?”
“Obviously.”
“Show me.”
You tilted your phone toward him, a dramatic slow-mo edit of him walking through the paddock.
He watched, deeply serious.
“…That’s sick.”
You laughed quietly.
Chat saw him looking off screen again.
WHAT IS HE LOOKING AT
show us king
gf showing him edits STOP
this is the softest stream ever
Max sighed.
“Can you stop being in love for five minutes so we can win a round?”
“No,” Lando said simply.
You choked on a laugh.
He smirked slightly at your reaction but kept playing, posture relaxed now, calmer just because you were there.
Another donut appeared in front of him.
He took it automatically.
“Thanks,” he murmured.
A pause.
Then softer, quieter, meant just for you:
“Stay here, yeah?”
Your heart melted a little.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiled, small but real, eyes flicking to you for a second before turning back to the game.
Chat noticed the softness instantly.
THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER
I’m unwell
clingy gamer bf energy
he just wants her near 😭
powdered donuts bringing families together
The round ended in a win.
Lando cheered, grabbing your hand and squeezing it triumphantly.
You squeezed back just as tight.
Max groaned one last time.
“I carried that, by the way.”
“Sure you did,” Lando said.
Then quieter, leaning slightly toward you again:
“Donut?”
You smiled, lifting one to his lips.
He took a bite, powdered sugar dusting his mouth all over again.
This time he didn’t even bother checking the camera.
—-Genre: lando x reader fluff, streaming, cuddling (can you tell I like streaming fics? 😆)
—-Request: nope
—- Part1, Part 2
—- Masterlist
Summery: Lando loves cuddles….. max not so much
——-Max Fewtrell’s Twitch stream had been live for exactly eleven minutes before chat started losing its collective mind.
Not because Max was doing anything particularly interesting — he was sitting at his desk, headset on, controller in hand, half-focused on the game and half-ranting about something trivial. The lighting was warm, casual. The room looked lived-in.
And in the background, very clearly visible, was a bed.
A bed that currently had two people in it.
Chat noticed immediately.
chat:
WAIT
IS THAT A BED BEHIND YOU
HELLO???
MAX???
WHO IS THAT
IS THAT—
Max glanced at chat briefly, eyebrows knitting together. “What?” he asked, distracted. “What are you lot on about?”
He leaned back slightly in his chair, unintentionally giving chat an even better view.
There was no denying it now.
Lando Norris was sprawled on the bed behind him, shoes kicked off somewhere out of frame, still wearing his white undershirt from earlier — the crisp button-up and suit jacket presumably discarded the second they’d walked through the door. One arm was slung loosely around a woman tucked against his chest, her head resting just below his collarbone.
His long-time girlfriend.
The one fans only ever caught glimpses of. The one who never made announcements, never posed deliberately, never played into the spectacle — but also never hid.
Private, not secret.
She was half under the covers, wearing one of Max’s spare hoodies (or maybe Lando’s — chat would argue about that for weeks), knees tucked up, one hand fisted lightly in the fabric of Lando’s undershirt as if even sleep wasn’t enough to loosen her grip on him.
They were out cold.
chat:
NO WAY
IS THAT LANDO???
IS HE ASLEEP??
WITH HER???
HELLO?????
THIS IS NOT A DRILL
Max finally turned around.
He froze.
“Oh,” he said, blinking. “…Oh.”
He swiveled fully in his chair, looking at the bed, then back to the camera, then back again — like if he stared long enough the situation might disappear.
“They’re asleep,” he said slowly, unnecessarily. “Clearly.”
chat:
WE CAN SEE THAT
MAX WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘OH’
HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN THERE
DID THEY COME BACK DRUNK
WHAT DID THEY DO TONIGHT
Max shrugged, already putting the controller down. “Dunno,” he said honestly. “They went out. Dinner. Or a party. Or… something. I stayed in.”
Which was true. Lando and his girlfriend had come back late, laughing softly as they kicked their shoes off, whispering to each other like teenagers sneaking into a house — except they hadn’t bothered sneaking at all. They’d just… melted into the bed together.
Max had barely registered it before Lando was already half asleep.
chat:
MAX YOU ARE THE WORST LIAR
YOU JUST HAVE LANDO NORRIS SLEEPING IN YOUR BACKGROUND??
THIS IS DOMESTIC AF
HIS ARM AROUND HER IM CRYING
Max sighed and turned back to his desk. “I genuinely don’t know anything,” he insisted. “I’m not involved. I’m just here to game.”
Chat did not believe him.
Minutes passed. The game continued. The camera stayed fixed.
And then Lando stirred.
It was subtle at first — a shift of his shoulder, a low exhale as he adjusted on the mattress. His fingers twitched where they rested against her back, the fabric of the hoodie bunching under his palm.
He murmured something incoherent, face pressing briefly into her hair.
She didn’t wake.
Instead, she responded on pure instinct.
She scooted closer, tucking herself even more firmly against his chest, one leg draping lazily over his thigh. Her arm slid across his stomach, fingers slipping under the hem of his undershirt like she’d done it a thousand times before.
Lando let out a quiet hum — half sigh, half content noise — and tightened his arm around her without ever opening his eyes.
Chat exploded.
chat:
I JUST WITNESSED A PRIVATE MOMENT I WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE
THE WAY HE PULLED HER CLOSER
THATS HIS WIFE YOUR HONOR
MAX TURN THE CAMERA OFF IM BLUSHING
THEY’RE SO NATURAL ABOUT IT
Max glanced over his shoulder again and visibly winced.
“Mate,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Lando. “You’re trending.”
As if summoned by the universe, Lando shifted again — this time his eyes fluttering open briefly. He blinked, unfocused, staring at the ceiling like he had no idea where he was.
His hand moved automatically, thumb brushing slow circles into her back.
She nuzzled closer, face pressing into his neck.
“Lan…” she murmured softly, voice thick with sleep.
“Mm?” he replied, barely audible.
“Still here?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
She did.
He didn’t.
Instead, Lando turned his head slightly and finally noticed the glow of Max’s setup. The camera. The stream.
His eyes widened just a fraction.
“Oh,” he breathed.
Max didn’t turn around.
Chat noticed everything.
chat:
HIS EYES OPENED
HE SAW THE CAMERA
LANDO BLINK TWICE IF YOU’RE OKAY
THIS IS BETTER THAN NETFLIX
Lando stared for a moment, clearly debating his options. Then he looked down at his girlfriend — peacefully asleep, entirely unaware she was currently the internet’s favorite person.
He smiled.
Soft. Fond. Almost stupidly affectionate.
He carefully shifted, pulling the blanket higher around her shoulders, then tucked his chin gently against the top of her head. One hand slid into her hair, fingers threading through it slowly.
Then — without a word — he closed his eyes again.
Chat lost it.
chat:
HE CHOSE HER OVER THE STREAM
AS HE SHOULD
MAX YOU’RE THIRD WHEELING YOUR OWN STREAM
THE UNDERSHIRT?? THE SUIT ENERGY??
THEY CAME BACK FROM A DATE AND PASSED OUT TOGETHER IM SICK
Max finally addressed it.
“I don’t know anything,” he repeated, stubborn. “I didn’t see them. I didn’t hear anything. I’m not answering questions.”
The donation alert went off.
“$10 — Tell Lando we love him and his girl.”
Max didn’t even hesitate. “I’m not waking them up.”
Another alert.
“$25 — This is the most domestic thing I’ve ever seen.”
Max sighed. “…Yeah. It is.”
The rest of the stream went on like that.
Max gaming. Chat spiraling. Lando half-awake just enough to tighten his grip every time she shifted, like his body refused to let her drift too far even in sleep.
At one point, she rolled slightly, and he followed immediately — pulling her back against him, legs tangling, forehead pressed into the crook of her neck.
Not performative. Not staged.
Just love, muscle memory, and the comfort of someone who had been his home for years.
And Max?
Max finished the stream an hour later without ever acknowledging it again.
Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes
𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸
𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸
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charles’ version
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carlos
carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.
carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.
fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.
"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.
carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.
he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"
y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"
it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.
carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.
carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.
carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.
the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.
they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.
the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.
"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.
"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.
lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.
"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"
y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.
she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.
just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.
"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."
"what?"
"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."
"oh. so, when are you leaving?"
"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."
"you got in."
"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.
"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"
carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.
"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.
the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.
"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.
he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.
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daniel
when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.
he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.
daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.
y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.
that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.
at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.
when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"
she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.
and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.
two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.
"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.
lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."
daniel didn't know that.
"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.
lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"
"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.
daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.
the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.
"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.
the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"
"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.
"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.
daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.
just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"
y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.
lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.
pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"
noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"
taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"
"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.
"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.
"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"
"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.
kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.
daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.
his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.
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max f
max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.
he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.
max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.
the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.
they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.
"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.
"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.
"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.
"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.
"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.
suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"
"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.
"you baked me something?"
"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"
they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.
it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.
max knew their relationship would change soon.
and it had.
after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.
she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.
she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.
y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.
max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.
it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.
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alex and george
alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.
they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.
they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.
it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.
lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.
y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.
lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.
but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.
over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.
the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.
alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.
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max v
padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.
they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?
they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.
parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.
"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"
"-fucked. you're basically fucked."
lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.
unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"
y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"
max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.
"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.
y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"
she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.
max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.
"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.
"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.
"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.
"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."
"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"
max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."
"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.
it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.
"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.
"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.
"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"
"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"
lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.
"forgive me?" lando asked softly.
"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"
he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.
"deal. i love you," lando said.
"i love you more,"
"not possible,"
"watch me,"
max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.
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oscar
there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.
sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.
oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.
just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.
oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.
just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.
finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.
oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.
he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.
he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.
he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.
he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.
the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.
he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.
he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.
in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.
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