as promised, here's a little something for y'all - a few snippets of upcoming chapters of my lando x fem oc slow burn fanfic 👀
thank you all so so much again for over 100 kudos and almost 2k hits 😭💚
Chapter X - Lando
A knock rings from the door to Lando's driver room, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he takes his headphones off when Oscar opens the door and leans against the doorframe.
"Can I borrow your charger? Forgot mine at the hotel room," Oscar asks, but Lando barely hears him.
"Hellooo?", Oscar asks again, snapping his fingers in front of Lando's face to get him to stop staring at his phone.
"Hm? Sorry, what?"
Oscar cocks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "Who got you smiling like that, Lan?"
Lando rolls his eyes, pocketing his phone. "You know who. What do you need?"
"That florist you met on vacation?", Oscar asks almost dismissively, taking matters into his own hands and looking through Lando's backpack for his charger. "You're still talking to her?"
Lando stares at his teammate like he just asked him to "accidentally" crash into George on lap one so he can win the race.
"Uhh... yes?"
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Chapter X - Lando
He swerves down the straight towards ***** ********** behind the safety car, trying to maintain the temperature in his tires. Four laps he's been crawling behind Bernd Mayländer's Mercedes-AMG already, and even though the regular pit window for the medium runners wasn't up when the incident happened, some drivers decided to pit. Oscar is one of them - Lando isn't.
And now he's having doubts.
He presses the radio button on his steering wheel. "Should we pit too?", he asks Will as he follows the safety car into turn eleven.
"Do you think we should?", Will asks in return. "Our data doesn't show anything major yet, but it's your call. How do you feel?"
Within just a few seconds, Lando goes through every possible scenario - if the safety car ends within the next two laps, he's good to go. If it doesn't, he could risk pitting for hards, but if he can't manage to get them up to temperature...
"No," he finally says, passing the pit entry. "Let's try our original plan."
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Chapter X - Erin
"Uhm... hi? What are you doing here?", she asks Lando, stepping aside to let him enter the room.
"We had plans for dinner, did we not?", he smiles. "And... I thought it might be better to keep it lowkey, you know?"
Watching as Lando places the pizza boxes on the couch table, she understands. There are still a lot of fans hanging around in the city - hell, some of them might even be at this very hotel - and it's not unusual for them to take pictures or videos if they run across one of the drivers in a restaurant or a club.
Still, she feels kinda bad for him to not be able to properly celebrate, and as she sits down next to him on the couch, she tells him so.
"You... I don't want you to give up on celebrating properly just because of me." She stares at her hands in her lap, unsure of what to do with herself. "You can go without me, if you want to. I won't mind."
Goosebumps rise on her skin when Lando takes her hand in hers, the other one tilting her chin up, forcing her to meet his warm gaze.
"Hyacinth." His thumb brushes along her bottom lip, and she can't suppress a slight shudder.
"Don't ever think you're holding me back from doing anything, please. Don't ever think you're a burden, because you're quite the opposite." A soft smile spreads on his lips, and Erin is completely transfixed.
"Having you here, in my world, knowing you were watching today..." He shakes his head in disbelief. "You're the reason I won today, hyacinth."
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these are just drafts, i'll probably change some stuff along the way, but i hope y'all enjoyed 💚 thanks again for all the love!!!
lando or charles eating the aphrodisiac chocolate with reader as a challenge to see who will give in first. im going feral thinking abt this…
pairing: lando norris x fem! reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: SMUT, like hard fucking SMUT, dirty talk, bad language, lots of cursing, kinda mean lando!, hot hot hot, 18+, like serious fucking SMUT. unprotected sex, p in v…, overstimulation. breeding kink?
author's note: ok so i got this request recently but was off of work today so i had a spare few hours to get this written. like I'm telling you this shit is straight up p*rn basically. anyways XOXO. COMMENT IF I SHOULD WRITE A CHARLES VERSION....
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It started as a joke.
A stupid dare over a few drinks, a stolen box of expensive chocolates laced with some so-called “harmless aphrodisiac”. And whoever begged to fuck first, lost. Simple.
“Bet you’d crack first,” You teased, waving a piece in Lando’s direction.
He snorted, cocky. “You? Lasting longer than me? No shot.”
“You scared?”
And that was how you both ended up stretched across the mattress of his bedroom, city lights glittering through the dark windows. A half-empty box of chocolates between you.
Popping pieces of chocolate like it’s just a normal Friday night. Like it wasn’t burning under your skin.
The first twenty minutes were easy.
He was lounging against the headboard, legs spread, still pretending to be cool. But you saw all the signs. The twitches. And now he was hunched over, sweat forming on his forehead, cock bulging.
It hit slow, like a boiling heat swirling in your belly, licking along your veins.
Minutes passed.
He was now stretched out across the mattress, hoodie pulled over his head with one arm and tossed aside.
“I’m fine,” you say. Calm and smug. Licking a part of the melted chocolate on your fingertip while you stared at him. “Starting to think it’s not that strong.”
Lando doesn’t reply.
He’s sitting opposite of you. Legs spread wide, forearms on his thighs, glaring.
Like he know’s just how fucked he is.
Like he’s trying to hard to not show it. Not to let you see how badly his cock is fucking aching and leaking inside of his sweats.
But the bulge is obvious.
“What the fuck was in that chocolate?”
You smile. “Just a little something to make you honest.”
“Honest?” His voice cracks. “Baby, I’m seconds away from fucking the mattress.”
His pupils are blown wide, breathing shallow. And you just smile.
“Aw,” you say. Mocking, tilting your head. “Poor baby. Getting hard already?”
“Shut the fuck up,” His voice is rough. Hoarse.
“Ohhh,” you mutter. “Is Lando gonna lose the game finally?”
He shifts, just slightly, not much. Just a fraction. But it must be too much because a soft, broken sound slips past his lips. Like a whimper.
And you freeze.
His eyes snap shut. One fist in his hair, yanks. The other drops to his thigh, squeezing.
You lean back, slow and taunting, stretching your arms over your head, the hem of your shirt lifting up just enough to flash the skin of your stomach.
“You’re fucking evil,” Lando rasps. Words dripping like venom. “Sitting there, all wet and fucking needy, pretending you don’t wanna get fuckin’ ruined.”
His hand moved, slow, slipping down his stomach, fingering the waistband of his sweats.
And you watch, breathless, as he shoves his hand under the fabric, grabbing his cock with a loud groan.
“I’m fucking aching, baby.” He hisses, squeezing himself, eyes flutter closed. “Hard as fuck. Dying. And you’re just sitting there, teasing, like a little slut who doesn’t know what she’s asking for.”
You swallow, whole body throbbing at the violence in his voice.
“Go ahead,” you mutter. “Touch yourself.”
He opens his eyes. Dark. Wild.
“Fuck you.” He breathes. “Not touching myself when you’re right fucking there. Perfect fuckin’ pussy’s mine.”
He shoves his sweats down. Just enough to free himself. His cock is thick, red, and leaking.
You whimper. Unintentionally.
And he grins. Menacingly. Mean.
“You’re drooling, pretty girl.” He taunts. “Want it that bad, hm?”
He fists himself roughly, dragging his hand up his length, smearing his precum down the shaft, a loud groan pushing past his lips.
“Bet you’re soaking that little pussy right now,” he jerks himself slowly, torturing. “Bet you’re throbbing and fuckin’ clenching around nothing, wishing my cock was shoved up there.”
Your thighs press shut. The throbbing between them aching. Burning you.
He laughs.
“Just look at you,” He gasps. “Fuckin needy. Bet you’d ride my cock without a second thought if I told you to.”
You shift forward, like a predator, “I would.” You whisper. “Sit down on you and ride you until you were fuckin’ crying.”
His whole body shudders.
“Fuck,” his head tips back, eyes squeezed shut as he grinds his hips into his own hand. “You’re gonna kill me.”
You crawl forward, until you were between his legs, looking up at him, inches from his leaking cock.
And he was shaking now. Hands fisting at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or keep going.
You tilt your head, innocently.
“Beg for it.”
And he chokes on a moan. Lips pressed tight together.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby.” He frowns. “Y’want me to fucking beg?”
You smile. Nod.
His eyes drag down you, breathing so hard his chest is visibly rising and falling.
“Please,” his voice is wrecked. “Please let me fuck you. Please, baby…” he’s fidgeting now. “Need to be inside of you. Need that tight pussy squeezing’ me, fuck,..please”
You lean closer, letting your breath hit the tip of his cock without touching him.
And he fucking whimpers.
“Need to split you open,” He pants. “Fuck you so stupid. Wanna feel you shaking around me. Fill you up and stuff you so full that you can’t walk tomorrow.”
You give him nothing. Just a light drag of your fingers crawling up his inner thigh. Barely touching him. Just enough to torment him.
And his entire body jerks.
“Stop fucking teasing.” Its a low, guttural snarl.
“Why?” You mutter. “Y’gonna come from just this? Just my hands on your leg?”
That does it.
He fucking snaps.
One hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so you meet his eyes. And he looks fucking insane.
Flushed. Sweaty. Pupils blown. His chest is rising.
And his voice?
It’s fucking mean. Angry. Frustrated. Horny.
“Bet you think this is so funny.” He hisses, dragging you up from your knees, tossing you back onto the bed like you weigh nothing. “Y’think I’m just gonna sit here and let you fuck with me while my cock’s fucking leaking for you.”
You laugh, smug. And his control shatters.
“Shut the fuck up.”
He’s on you before you can blink, shoving your knees apart, tearing your shorts down with both hands.
He shoves your shirt high enough over your breasts, not taking it off. He just wants access.
And his eyes land right between your legs.
You’re fucking soaked. Slick and smeared all along your thighs. Pooling.
“Oh my god,” he groans. “Fuckin’ look at you.”
And then his eyes meet yours. Fucking furious.
“All that teasing and you’re this fucking wet?” He slaps your inner thigh, hard enough to make your hips jump. “Pussy’s been begging for me and you’re sitting there like you’re in control?”
He lines himself up. And shoves the tip in. Just enough to feel your tight, hot cunt suck him in.
You gasp, arching your back into him. And he groans.
“Feel that? Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
He thrusts even deeper, still not all the way in. Just a little bit more.
“You don’t get to tease me and then not take it,” He grunts. “Gonna fuck you until this slutty little cunt’s dripping with my cum.”
You moan. Loud. But he grabs your chin. Fingers gripping your jaw so tight that you can’t look away even if you tried.
“Uh, uh. Don’t you dare come yet.”
He pulls out. Just a little bit. Still grinding into you. “Wanna feel you clench on me when I’m buried in.”
And then he slams all the way in. One harsh thrust that fucking knocks the air out of your lungs.
You cry out. Hands fisting at the sheets. Legs snapping shut around his hips immediately.
He groans. It’s broken and raw.
“Fuck…there it is. That tight little pussy choking me.”
He starts moving. Hard. Dragging his cock in and out with a harsh force. Like he’s punishing you.
The mattress moves under you, the headboard hitting the wall.
And his words. They keep coming.
“Gonna fuckin’ breed you baby. Shove it so fuckin’ deep you’ll be leaking with me for days.”
“Made for me. Bet no one will ever fuck you this deep.”
“Y’like when I’m mean, huh? Like when I lose it for you?”
And you can’t even breathe. Cant answer. Can only take his cock as he fucks you deep into the mattress.
“Fuckin’ knew you’d play dirty.” He pants. “And I warned…fucking warned you what would happen.”
And then his hand is trailing down, thumb pressing fast, tiny circles to your clit.
You yell.
“Yeah, go on.” He says. “Soak my cock. Show me who fucking wins now.”
And you break. Coming hard. Your body arches off the bed, walls squeezing him so tight he only thrusts a few more times before he spills into you.
He keeps thrusting through it, slower, like he can’t stop.
He collapses on top of you. “What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?”
He’s still inside of you. Still thick. Twitching. And still so fucking hard.
Your body is limp under him, thighs trembling with need.
But Lando doesn’t move. Doesn’t pull out. Just stayed buried inside of you, cock so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel it throbbing.
And then you flinch because he’s moving again. It’s slow, just a small roll of his hips.
“Lan,” He grabs your jaw.
“No.” He breathes. “You don’t get to say my name like that after what you just pulled.”
Your eyes are glassy.
“Wanted to see me lose it, yeah? Wanted to see what’d I do?” His hips roll deeper, harder. And you whimper.
Pussy swollen, sensitive, full with his cum, and he’s grinding into you like he’s only just started.
“Well here you go,” He hisses. “You asked for this.”
He grabs both of your wrists, pins them above your head with one hand, while the other slips down and wraps around your throat.
“You’re gonna take every fucking thrust. Every drop.”
And he’s fucking you again. Cock still so hard that it feels unnatural.
Your cunt pulses around him. Soaked and clenching like you’re about to come again.
“Look at you,” he pants. “Still so fucking tight after being filled. Still squeezing me like you don’t want me to pull out.”
He’s thrusting harder, his hips slapping into you.
“Gonna stuff you full again,” His teeth trail your neck. “Gonna fuck you til you can’t say a fucking word.”
And you can’t. You’re babbling. Sobs. Moans. Gasps. And he doesn’t stop. His hand reaches down between your legs again, reaching for your puffy clit.
And you yell. “No..no, Lan!”
“Oh, now you wanna be shy?” He mocks, nibbling at your throat. “Now you wanna act like its too much?”
He pinches your clit. You cry out.
“Teasin’ me an hour ago. Thighs clenched like a little whore.”
He trails up your neck with his tongue. “You don’t get to quit now.”
And then he’s fucking you faster, his fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit and your body shatters.
You yell, spasming so hard around his cock like it’s milking him.
He groans loud. Spills inside of you for a second time, relentlessly grinding into you.
And even then, he still doesn’t pull out.
He slumps over you, panting and drenched in sweat.
But you feel it. The way his cock still doesn’t soften.
He drags a hand over his face, staring down at you.
Grinning.
-
You don’t even know what time it is anymore. Sweat is dry on your skin. Slick smeared across your thighs.
The bed is fucking soaked. Sweat, cum, saliva, you. And your legs are still twitching from the last orgasm.
And Lando’s still inside of you. Still throbbing.
And he’s looking at you now. Really looking.
His hand cups underneath your jaw, thumb brushing your skin gently. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.” He mutters. He says it like he can’t believe you’re here. That you’re his.
Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down, pressing warm kisses to your cheek, then jaw, then the spot beneath your ear.
And he rocks his hips forward again…it’s slow, deep, grinding into your overstimulated cunt with a soft groan.
You whimper but he presses his thumb to your lips. Shushes you.
“Shh, I know, baby,” He whispers. “I know.”
But he doesn’t stop. Keeps moving like he needs to be inside of you.
“Make me fucking crazy.” He breathes. “Acting all innocent, playing games.”
He kisses you. Slow. Mouth lingering against yours as his hand slips under your thigh, lifting your leg over his hip as he pushes into you deeper.
And when he moans into your mouth, you feel yourself clench around him.
“I was going to fuck you angry again,” he says. “Wanted to keep ruining you.”
He kisses you again, breath shuddering against your skin. “But you look to fuckin’ sweet like this. Messy and fucked under me.”
You gasp when his cock nudges that spot just right in your belly as he flips you over, putting you on top of him.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “You can take it.”
And then he kisses your shoulder. “So good for me.” He groans. “So fucking good for me.”
You moan. It’s shake and desperate, and you start pushing yourself into him a little faster. Thighs burning, body aching.
“There you go,” He’s groaning. “Just like that, baby. Fuck…”
You dig your nails into his shoulder and he loves it. “I wanna come inside you again.” He’s panting. “Need to fill you up.”
And you’re sobbing. Nodding against him.
“Tell me it’s mine,” He whispers. “All of it. This pussy. These moans. This entire fucking body and soul.”
You breathe, riding him faster. “It’s yours.”
He kisses you again, open mouthed and deep, shoving his tongue in your mouth. He thrusts up against you and you shatter on top of him. Again.
Body convulsing, as he comes with a low broken fuck while spilling inside of you again.
what if landoscar never leave mclaren, stay together, and retire the exact same year not having any other (new) teammates apart from each other? lando due to his loyalty to mclaren and oscar as a result of his loyalty to lando
i always forget to post excerpts, i'm so sorry 😭 so here's an extra long one from chapter 7 👉👈
WARNING: very angsty, potentially triggering to some people.
Her phone vibrating snaps her out of her half-asleep state and she grabs it, pausing the video. A smile spreads on her lips even before she checks who the message is from. Surely it’s Lando, telling her he made it back to the Bed & Breakfast.
Her blood runs cold when she reads the message from an unknown number.
UNKNOWN. 9.53 pm: 'Had fun on your little date tonight, sugarplum?'
Erin stares at the message, hands trembling. Her vision blurs, her heart racing in her chest as she sits up straight, the blanket slipping from her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her waist.
No. No way.
Images flash before her eyes – her, staring at herself in the mirror, dark bags under her eyes and bruises all over her body. A glass bottle being thrown, shattering in a loud crash, red liquid splashing all over the wall. Him, Marcus, shouting at her until her ears ring before pulling her into his arms and slurring meaningless apologies into her ear.
His calloused hands all over her body.
His breath hot on her skin.
The phone falls out of her hands onto the mattress, and within a split second, Erin stands.
Cautiously, she cracks open her bedroom door, peeking into the dark hallway. Listening, waiting for something to happen.
When the only sound are Belladonna’s paws padding through the living room, she advances.
Making her way into the kitchen, she grabs the biggest knife she owns before creeping back to the hallway.
Her heart pounds in her chest, blood rushing in her ears when she cautiously peeks through the peephole of her front door.
Darkness. No sound, no movement. Nothing.
Knuckles white around the knife handle, Erin waits for a few more seconds before checking if her door is locked and the deadbolt holds steady.
Then she checks the peephole again.
Then the lock.
When she’s eighty percent sure that no one can break down her door, she creeps into the living room, knife still in hand, and drags one of the chairs from her dining area into her bedroom, careful to not make too much unnecessary noise.
...
Cold shivers run down her spine when she finally creeps back into bed, putting the knife on her nightstand, handle pointed in her direction. For easy access.
Belladonna purrs when she settles on Erin’s stomach, making biscuits in the blanket, providing at least some sense of comfort in the unfolding chaos.
Cautiously, hands still trembling slightly, she picks up her phone. Brows knitted together, she reads the message again. And again.
And again.
She tries to reason with herself – maybe it’s Pablo playing a prank on her. Or Meridia, drunk in one of the few nightclubs in town, texting her from a stranger’s phone.
But the pet name makes her stomach churn.
Sugarplum.
That’s what he used to call her.
...
When the first whispers of dawn creep through the blinds, the first birds quietly chirp, the first fisher boats leave the docks, Erin finally succumbs to her exhaustion.
~ excerpt from chapter 7 of my lando x fem oc slow burn fanfic on ao3 - go check it out! <3 ~
summary: fancy dinners and events can leave lando feeling overwhelmed, but thankfully he has the right person by his side to remind him what it feels like to be a normal human being from time to time
this is based on this request by my baby !!
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Lando gala prep: mission elegance
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georgerussell63 Lando, that’s the look of “what have I signed up for” 😂
carlossainz55 Where is your tie?
> lando elegance is subjective, carlos
maxverstappen1 Looking good man!
> lando thanks max, i learned from the best 😉
mclaren Gala glam ready!
> yourinstagram barely. he spent 40 minutes fighting with the steamer.
yourinstagram you’re lucky you’re cute because the tie situation was tragic
> lando bold words from someone who cried over fake lashes
> yourinstagram THEY WOULDN’T STICK
oscarpiastri I helped him pick the shoes, you’re welcome world
>lando you picked the black pair. they were ALL black.
> oscarpiastri still counts
danielricciardo i expect nothing less than a 10/10 strut on the carpet
>lando if i trip it’s your fault
charles_leclerc Elegant? You were blasting ABBA in the dressing room I could hear it
lewishamilton Clean 👏🏽👏🏽 now don’t spill anything this year
> lando no promises 🥂
user you look like a boy band member
>user RIGHT??
user wait why does he look like he’s about to propose
> user if he does she better say YES
user okay but he cleans up SO WELL???
user my mom just said “who’s that charming young man”
user the curls have entered a formal era 😭👏
pierregasly next year we coordinate outfits. bros in bowties.
> lando deal. pink velvet?
> pierregasly you KNOW i’m in
user 10/10 styling. but also: what cologne are you wearing??
user lando in formalwear is my roman empire
user you and yourinstagram are the prom king & queen of the grid and i won’t be taking questions
> user they would definitely spike the punch
user now who’s gonna get lipstick on that collar first 👀
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yourinstagram first time in full glam, kind of excited, kind of sad they didn’t allow me to eat pasta
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user her mascara game is strong!
> yourbff she cried once and it didn’t move. elite.
user Obsessed. This look is EVERYTHING.
user aesthetic goals
> user she looks like a bridgerton disney princess character
lando you literally yelled “I AM GOD” in the mirror
>yourinstagram i stand by it
> lando slay queen behavior, tbh
user they really banned carbs?? criminal
> yourinstagram right??? i almost caused a scene
user SHE’S NOT JUST A PLUS ONE SHE’S THE MOMENT
user11/10. lando is trembling.
lilymhe wait you’re not even in the main gala yet and you already won??
danielricciardo the fact you’re glam and still threatening violence over ravioli is beautiful
> yourinstagram i contain multitudes
mclaren someone please let her eat pasta 😭
> yourinstagram PLEASE speak to whoever’s in charge
user this pic cured my depression
> user girl i saw this and booked a facial appointment
user okay but this is red carpet material
> yourinstagram next year i want a cape
user where are the pics with lando??
user i need the makeup breakdown IMMEDIATELY
user she’s elegance, she’s beauty, she’s probably hiding snacks in her purse
user this entire vibe is “rich girl who bites”
user her and lando are entering their power couple couture phase
user i would let her run me over in heels
user if she walked past me like this i’d simply evaporate
> user same babe. wouldn’t even try to survive
alexandrasaintmleux STOP you look like you were born to wear diamonds
> yourinstagram and yet they wouldn’t let me touch the bread basket
carmenmmundt did you smuggle cookies in your clutch like last time?
> yourinstagram …allegedly
user is it just me or is she slowly becoming the it girl of the paddock??
f1 not just you. she walked in and everyone stared. even the security
user i love her cause she’ll wear a 3k gown and still threaten someone over carbs
> user she’s the voice of the people
user can we get a behind-the-scenes GRWM???
user max said “wow” under his breath when she walked in. I was THERE.
yourinstagram he just wanted my seat at the table don’t let him fool you
user how is she real. HOW
user i gasped. genuinely gasped. this is WAG excellence
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F1 #F1Gala2025 — elegance meets elite.
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user Lando looks… ready to bolt
user elegance on point
user he gave up on the tie i'm crying
user they all look like they got dressed by Vogue
user are they enjoying this?
> user Charles is. George is pretending. Lando wants to go home.
user why does George look like he owns a vineyard in Italy?
user Lewis??? that’s ART
> user i can’t look directly at the photos i might combust
user George walked in like he knows he’s hot
> user as he should
user why is Lewis always giving mafia boss energy?
user all the boys look like perfume ads and i’m not okay
user Max probably rather be racing
user they all look like they’re attending the wedding of someone they don’t like but the open bar is good
user i need a behind-the-scenes of them figuring out how to pose
user we need a grid-wide catwalk next year
> f1 noted. 👀
🎵beautiful people - ed sheeran
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lando midnight cravings > glitz and glamour
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user now that’s the vibe 🎵
> yourinstagram tux in one hand, waffle cone in the other
> user priorities straight 😭
user she's finally eating her pasta 🥹
> lando she ate mine too 😔
> yourinstagram worth it.
yourinstagram pure joy
> lando you looked too good to be crying over canapés 😌
user you’re gonna freeze 😉
user love this energy!
user gala? i don’t know her.
user he’s actually glowing
charles_leclerc you left us alone with the board of sponsors 😡
> lando you looked busy pretending to enjoy the shrimp cocktail
> yourinstagram you were so brave for that
oscarpiastri classic.🙄
>lando jealous?
> oscarpiastri extremely.
> yourinstagram we brought you a cone. we just… ate it
maxverstappen1 I can't believe you two 😤
> lando max... can't you really?
georgerussell63 some of us stayed to network. just saying.
> lando some of us chose serotonin😌
> yourinstagram enjoy your shrimp tower, George
user this is Cinderella but chaotic
user this is such main character behavior
user I need someone to ditch a gala for me too pls
user no but the fact that they risked PR chaos for ice cream?? legends
user someone check on their PR manager 💀
user if this isn’t love idk what is 😭
user lando’s in his romcom boyfriend era and I’m NOT OKAY
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yourinstagram we saw a shooting star! ⭐🤩
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georgerussell63 that ocean shot is perfect
> yourinstagram you’d love the breeze out here
> lando you’re not invited
user fairytale but real
user the notebook meets la la land
user aesthetic unlocked
user teach me your ways pls
lando you made the wish before I could 😑
> yourinstagram mine was better anyway 😌
> lando rude.
alexandrasaintmleux this feels like a dream 😍
> yourinstagram it really was
user the moonlight got me weak
user they said "galas are for the boring" and disappeared✨
oscarpiastri next time I’m coming with
> lando only if you bring kinder
> yourinstagram and a blanket. that wind was disrespectful
lilyzneimer you two are too cute it’s actually unfair 🫠
> yourinstagram miss you already 🥺
user I just KNOW y’all kissed under the stars
user the stars, the beach, the messy hair… may this love find me pls
user I need this on a Pinterest board immediately
user this is why I believe in love again
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lando recovery mode activated: pasta classes, card gamos, and ceramic lessons💭🍳
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user i bet your ceramic looked like her boob
> lando …no comment 😅
> yourinstagram don’t give him ideas PLEASE
yourbff ok but yn did he do the dishes?
> yourinstagram only after I beat him at uno twice
> lando lies. it was once. and I let you win
> yourinstagram you absolutely did not
user at-home love is best love
user this is what healing looks like
user she’s in her "taught him how to boil water" homewife era
charles_leclerc glad they made it to breakfast lol
user never want this to end
user these pics = wholesome energy
user y’all in your "just us and carbs" chapter and I support that
user every slide is a serotonin boost
user i want what they have (and the ravioli recipe pls)
oscarpiastri how do I join ceramic club?
> lando we don’t need another plate with weird holes in it
> yourinstagram he’s just mad because mine was cute
mclaren does this count as active recovery? 🤔
> lando if by "active" you mean eating 3 servings, then yes
user slide 3 is SO domestic it actually made me emotional
user not lando in his boyfriend househusband arc 😭
user if this is what "recovery" looks like I want to be hungover too
user okay but who won the card games??
> yourinstagram me. obviously.
> lando I demand a rematch. no wine next time.
> yourbff there was wine?! no wonder
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yourinstagram landinho, charlie and nice views 🌻❤️
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lando by the nice view you mean... me 🙂↕️
> yourinstagram sure babe… you and the mountain 😌
> lilyzneimer she meant the dog and you know it 🐶
> oscarpiastri can confirm. dog was cuter.
user landinho is sending me 😭
user I need a lando, a charlie, AND a view immediately
user how are y’all this cute and chill all the time
> maxverstappen1 they’re not. Lando cried over a bee last week.
> lando ONE TIME
charles_leclerc can’t believe I wasn’t the Charlie in question
> yourinstagram one day 😌
> lando don’t encourage him
user give charlie a treat for me pls 🐾
user slide 1 made me gasp. like actually gasp.
user sunflower energy and boyfriend lighting 🌻🫶
user the way she looks at him>>>
oscarpiastri I hope Charlie got gelato
> lando he did. I didn’t. justice for me
user landinho is canon now
>user the way I’m putting that on a shirt
> user landinho and charlinho out on a stroll 🫡
user i can't believe i lived to see lando experiencing real love
user they escaped the gala, made pasta, kissed under the stars, and now this??
danielricciardo Charlie has more fans than both of you combined
> lando he’s already getting brand deals
> yourinstagram he’s in talks with Pawda and Arfmani 🐾💼
georgerussell63 shocking how peaceful Lando looks without an Xbox controller
> yourinstagram he hasn’t touched a screen in 36 hours. miracles exist
okay, y'all are actually insane?? 2173 hits already?? THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! 💚
i never would've thought y'all would enjoy my lil story so much 😭 so here's a lil moodboard for you <3
ALSO i'm currently working on a playlist of songs that i think would fit the vibes of different chapters, as well as songs that i listen to while writing... would y'all be interested in that someday? 👀
also also if you want you can shoot me a message anytime, i'd love to talk to y'all 👉👈 i won't bite, i promise <3
i hope lando and oscar end up with the exact same amount of points and then they cross the finish line in abu dhabi holding a pride flag between them and then taylor swift comes out singing love story and then the entire paddock sings a rendition of no one mourns the wicked while burning a lifesize christian horner straw doll
