[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

I Think I Love You Too Much - LN

Summary: Lando loves his girlfriend, some might say too much but he might argue nothing is too much.

Word count: 2k

"It's nothing, Lando." Y/n sighs as she moves to pull on her sweater. "You don't have to come with me."

"I know I don't have to, I want to. You shouldn't have to go to these things alone." Lando states with a small shrug and smile. "And you're going because you're sick. It's my job to take care of you. So whatever the doctor says need to be done to take care of you and get your better, I need to be there to listen."

Y/n looks at him, her nose red raw and her eyes watery from the sickness she's been taken down with. It's some sort of flu and she's only going to the doctor because Lando said 3 days of no improvement was more than he was willing to accept.

He's almost certain it's treatable with some sort of medication, but y/n thinks the doctor will only tell them that rest and staying hydrated is the beat means of handling it.

"I only force this on you because I love you." Lando states earning a small smile.

"I know. I love you too." Y/n smiles then being pulled forward into a hug that she melts into and he more than happily holds her up. "You're the sweetest man alive."

"I think I love you too much...or I would think that if too much love existed." Lando smirks while y/n groans at his cheesiness. "You love it really and it makes you love me even more really."

"Somehow you're right." Y/n laughs lightly.

Once they've been to the doctors, it comes to light that y/n is very much right. The doctor tells her that she needs rest and it will pass though he did suggest there might even be worse to get through before she improves. So Lando had to accept that he couldn't do anything but make her comfortable and not allow her to raise a finger.

"I should get sick more often." Y/n jokes before grinning at him while Lando shoots her a look not to joke about it. Her being sick stresses him to no end, he hates not being able to make her feel better in an instant. Though his serious expression doesn't last long as he softens into a smile.

-

Y/n looks at Lando asleep on the private jet, or more accurately asleep on top of her.

"Rebecca would never let me sit like that on her." Carlos comments making y/n look at him while Rebecca pulls a face at the Spaniard.

"She's doing herself a favour. I can't take a deep breath in." Y/n laughs before running her hand through Lando's hair earning a sigh of content as he stirs momentarily then settles again. "He's something special when it comes to affection."

"I think you love it." Rebecca comments while y/n grins unapologetically.

"Being loved to the point that people say it's too much? I do love it." Y/n laughs lightly while refocusing her gaze on the man sleeping on top of her.

Eventually they all land back in Nice and the helicopter is waiting to get them back to Monaco.

The two couples part though Lando has hardly peeled himself away from her as they head down to the car.

"How about we stop by the shop and get you some Kinder?" Y/n offers watching his teeth flash at her and the suggestion. "I want some chocolate too though."

"Baby, we can clear the shelves if you want." Lando promises earning a small smile before then dump their bags in the Fiat jolly and begin to the short drive to the store before getting back to the apartment. "If you want chocolate I'll drive to Belgium and Switzerland to get you some of the best in the world."

"Ok, we don't need to go that far." Y/n laughs shaking her head lightly.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

-

It was a surprise to no one that Lando wanted to announce his engagement by hard launching it, then following up with a helmet that has pictures of y/n and Lando or just pictures of y/n in place of the blobs.

"I think I might just keep this as my helmet for the rest of the year." Lando smiles as y/n looks over the pictures, holding the helmet closely to herself, tears still lining blood shot eyes since she was unaware of his plan to make the helmet a tribute to their engagement and it struck in a way that neither of them necessarily expected.

"I'd say it'd go against your entire brand. But your brand has sort of become obsessed with me." Y/n jokes while Lando smiles at her brightly.

"People always say that like it's some type of crime." Lando states earning a hum before his hands move over her own and he leans in, lips brushing her own for a moment as he teases her but he can never hold himself back for long and he captures her in a long loving kiss that they both melt into.

"Is it too vain to say this might be my favourite helmet?-At least top 5." Y/n states breaking the kiss while Lando grins almost blinding her expression. "I should've known you wouldn't give a shit about being too vain."

"Baby, you should be more vain. I wish you realised how beautiful you are." Lando smirks while y/n scoffs at him with a head shake.

"You're so silly." Y/n laughs before smiling and sighing as he takes the helmet. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"And you are going to look fantastic wearing this for this one weekend. Your fans would never forgive me if you gave up the authentic blobs." Y/n smiles but Lando looks completely unbothered by the idea of pissing off his fans for such a reason.

-

"I kind of hate this." Y/n states as Lando ties a bandana around y/n's face to protect her from the sand.

"Better than a mouthful of sand, baby." Lando smiles then lifting the bandana and kissing her softly. "But there's still easy access."

Lando loves a dune buggy excursion during a break and since y/n has never been he needed to right that by insisting she go with him.

"You're gonna love this." Lando promises while y/n bites her lip not so sure since she's done a hot lap with Lando and this is going to be on much less stable terrain. Her stomach is uneasy at the thought.

She absolutely trusts Lando but she also has the rational logic of wanting to feel safe.

Sadly she is proven to be worrying too much when they get out in the sand buggy, after Lando has made sure y/n's goggles are properly on her eyes and she is as safe as she's going to get with the gear provided, because she loves every second of it. It's definitely not as scary or making her fear for her life like she expected.

"You want a go?" Lando offers noticing how good of a time his girlfriend is actually having.

"God no. That's a threat to everyone's life." Y/n laughs before she leans into him. "But I had a great time. Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby." He smiles leaning in and kissing her before pulling back suddenly looking a little alarmed. "-Are you ok? You taste like blood."

"I think I bit my lip a little. but it's nothing. Honestly I'm fine." Y/n promises thought she has to admit she didn't realise she'd bitten it as badly as she had.

"We'll get you some water." Lando states as he unbuckles her completely and begins to climb out making sure to take her hands and aid her in the fussiest way possible. And to anyone not used them and Lando's fussing they'd think he's doing too much, but this is just standard Lando behaviour as always. "Ok, water for you."

"Lando, I can hold the bottle." Y/n laughs taking it into her hand after watching him begin to raise it to her lips. Though he keeps his hand on it. "Why you looking at me like that?"

"Am I not allowed to admire the hell out of the love of my life?"

Y/n immediately gets flustered over such a statement since it's always hard to believe someone can love you as much as Lando loves y/n.

"You're allowed as much as you like." Y/n smiles then finding herself kissed again. "Can we go again?"

"You sure you don't want to drive?"

"No, I like passenger princess vibes." Y/n grins earning a nod since he saw that coming but he always wants to offer just incase she wants a go at it.

-

Y/n doesn't even have a chance to finish her first shiver from the chilly air before the green knitted jumper Lando was carrying for her just in case it was cooler than expected is pushed down over her head.

"Christ, Lando. Warning wouldn't do any harm." Y/n laughs as he focuses on pulling her hand through the sleeves.

"Finland is always cold, I told you that you'd need this as soon as we're off the jet." Lando comments earning a small hum before he adjust the jumper on her then smiles satisfied that she'd properly dressed. "Better?"

"Much." Y/n confirms making him hum. "I was thinking, I know you like to sleep naked all the time. But...maybe we could get matching pjs for Christmas and the family-since this is the first Christmas you're spending with my family and it is tradition for us all to get new pyjamas."

Lando has been trying to be a little more thoughtful with his fashion and matching his girlfriend's family with cheesy Christmas jumpers was something he'd already begrudgingly agreed to but adding in pyjamas was definitely pushing it and she knew it.

"Please, I know it'd make my mum so happy and it'd make me happy." Maybe a little manipulative because Lando would jump into the closest ice lake if y/n claimed it'd make her happy.

"Fine-but I want to pick them for everyone."

"That's fine, one less thing I have to deal with. I'm already choosing everyone's actual gifts." Y/n laughs as Lando opens the door of the awaiting SUV to get them to the rental house they've got for the trip.

Lando really loves nothing more than a trip to some freezing country where y/n latches onto him as tightly as possible. She's almost surprised he did put another layer on her since she's less inclined to cling to him if she's not as cold.

"I'll get the luggage and then you gonna be cuddling up to me for the drive." Lando demands earning a small laugh before he disappears closing the door letting the heat of the car that's blasting warm her from the short journey on from the jet to the car.

It doesn't take long to get the bags in the back and the driver climbs in at the same time as Lando making the built up heat exit the space a lot faster than it had with the boot door open for some reason.

"Was the heat sending you to sleep?" Lando jokes making her smile as he buckles himself in and shuffle closer to her as she hugs his arm realising the warmth was actually pulling her to a sleepy state. "It's a bit of a drive anyway, get some sleep baby. I'll wake you up when we get there."

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my favourite gavi photoset ... the pout, the eyes, the fluffy hair

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[beabnormal24]

Little rant.

Gabriel said that Lando wrote him a congratulation text after getting his seat.

Franco said that Lando was the first one to contact him and that they organised a lunch with him and his manager to talk about what were Franco’s preoccupations.

Susie said that Lando frequently visits the F1 Academy paddock.

Multiple fans at multiple races or F1 events said that Lando went out of his way to greet them and give them as much time as he could.

As of recently, fans said he even went to the fans that were outside of the very expensive red carpet.

And the thing that I love the most about all of this is that it’s never Lando saying these things, that we always hear it from third parties. It’s simply amazing.

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[suliigwp-deactivated20260129]

HIII omg i love your writings!! got this idea while i was in the bathroom blasting alchemy by taylor swift and you were the first writer i thought of that i know would slay this! Reader is a known singer but she doesnt really write love songs which charles is completely fine about. His friends ask and tease him about it and he brushes it off then one night on one of her tours she sings alchemy for the first time while charles is watching from the crowd. His whole world stops and maybe even tears up then he just goes on for days bragging about it. HUMOUR AND FLUFFF WHATEVER U WANT THANK YOU SO MUCH

WHERES THE TROPHY?

Charles Leclerc x Singer! Reader | fluff

SULI: hiii omg you have no idea how much it means remembering me first🥹 thank you soooo much!!!!! — very cool because I actually do have a singer!readers series coming up but none of the love interests is Charles sadly— but I really love singer au's and this was so much fun to write! Thank you so much for requesting, love you, hope you enjoy🫶

I'm absolutely obsessed with this song — stream "The alchemy" now!!!

Warnings: none, short and sweet, Twitter post at the end

Charles liked to think he had you figured out.

At least, the version of you the world didn’t get to see — the quiet one, the tired one after long studio nights, the version that wore his hoodie to bed and snuck kisses onto his shoulder when you thought he was sleeping.

He liked being the silent inspiration, the person behind the curtain. You were his in private — that was more than enough.

"She doesn't write love songs."

That was the line Charles Leclerc had come to know and love. He’d heard it in interviews, read it in headlines, and smiled through every late-night talk show where someone inevitably asked, “So, do you really not write about him?”

The camera would zoom in, the crowd would laugh, and you’d flash that sly little grin. “Don't worry, if I wrote a love song,” you always said, “you’d know it.”

Charles didn’t mind. In fact, he was fine with it.

You were his.

Even if the rest of the world liked to think you belonged to them.

The fans, the cameras, the interviews — they all wanted pieces. But Charles had long made peace with being the part no one else got to hear in the songs.

Because you didn’t write love songs.

Everyone said so.

You said so.

And Charles believed it. Until the night you didn’t.

...

back, first year of dating

“You still haven’t written a song about me,” Charles teased from the couch, bare feet on the floor, one arm lazily slung around your waist. His eyes were half-lidded, lips curled into that soft smile he only gave you when the world was quiet.

You rolled your eyes, brushing your fingers through his curls. “You say that like you’re not already in every other one.”

“Yes, but I want the main character treatment,” he said, dramatically pressing a hand to his chest. “The standing ovation. The bridge that emotionally ruins people.”

You just laughed, kissed his cheek, and said, “Maybe when you win Monaco.”

He groaned. “Cruel woman.”

...

He hadn't told you he was coming.

You were in the middle of a sold-out run through Europe, and Charles was drowning in simulator sessions and car debriefs. But when he saw the gap in his schedule, he booked the ticket quietly, packed light, and told his engineers he was leaving for “something more important than tyre degradation.”

Barcelona was a quick flight from Monaco. Your show there had been sold out for months, and he knew better than to try and sneak in through backstage. So he did what no one expected:

He lined up like everyone else.

He didn’t tell you. You were always happiest on stage, and he wanted to be just another face in the crowd that night. Just a quiet, anonymous dot in a sea of lights and sweat and noise.

Hood up, cap low, a simple black tee that did nothing to hide how gorgeous he was. He bought a pit wristband from resale (triple the price, but whatever), pushed into the crowd, and waited.

His heart beat harder the closer it got to showtime.

He didn’t know why. He’d seen you perform dozens of times. Hell, he’d watched you rehearse in sweats with a tea bag hanging out of your mouth. He lived with you.

But something about tonight buzzed different.

The lights dimmed.

The crowd erupted.

And then you appeared.

...

You always had a certain way of standing still — calm, rooted, like you didn’t need fireworks to be the most magnetic person in the room. Charles felt the shift the second you stepped up to the mic.

“This one’s new,” you said softly.

The crowd stilled.

“I wasn’t planning to play it live yet, but…”

You paused, and smiled.

“He’s here tonight.”

The girls around Charles screamed.

He went still.

No.

You’re not—

The opening chords were simple, soft. A rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat.

"Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads, Champagne sticking to the floor"

The lyrics felt so close, so personal, Charles swore you were staring right at him, even though you couldn’t see him through the crowd.

"Cheers chanted, cause they said, There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league"

And then.

Then.

“Where’s the trophy? He just comes running over to me.”

Charles’s knees nearly buckled.

The lyric struck him like a punch to the gut.

He didn’t even breathe for a second — chest tight, hands shaking, mouth parted in stunned silence.

You remembered.

Monaco.

That day.

The crowd, the flags, the win — his first home win. The one he had chased like a ghost for years.

He remembered the noise, the champagne, the cameras flashing. But more than anything, he remembered you, standing behind the barrier, tucked to the side — quiet and glowing and waiting.

He hadn’t even thought.

He just ran.

Straight to you. Through the crowd. Past everyone. Helmet barely off.

You caught him in your arms like you’d been waiting there your whole life.

“Where’s the trophy?” the reporter had asked him after.

And he’d smiled before glancing over at you.

...

By the time you hit the final chorus, Charles had completely given up pretending he was okay.

His eyes were glassy. His cheeks were damp.

A teenage girl next to him elbowed her friend and whispered, “That guy is, like, sobbing.”

He didn’t even notice.

When you sang the last line and let the guitar fall quiet, Charles couldn’t move.

The stadium exploded in sound.

You bowed.

The lights went out.

And he just stood there — one hand pressed over his heart, whispering the lyric under his breath like a prayer.

...

Backstage, everything felt like static.

You were mid-change when a tech knocked on the greenroom door.

“Uh… sorry, there’s a guy trying to come back here. He says he’s your boyfriend? Hoodie, cap, extremely beautiful—kind of panicked?”

You laughed, heart already racing.

“Let him in.”

Charles barrelled into the room like a man possessed.

“You—” he said, voice raw.

You turned, makeup still smudged, hair frizzing from sweat, and barely had time to open your arms before he was there — pulling you into him like he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Monaco?” he whispered.

You nodded against his chest.

He pulled back just slightly, hands cupping your face, eyes red-rimmed and earnest. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.”

“You wrote about it.”

A breathless laugh. “You wrote about me.”

You shrugged playfully, nose brushing his. “Guess you’re the main character now.”

His grin cracked wide and helpless, and then he kissed you. Soft, slow, deep — the kind of kiss that says thank you and I love you and I’m never letting this go.

“You’re screwed now,” he whispered, grinning against your mouth.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to brag about this forever.”

...

And he did.

The next morning:

And for the rest of the season, no matter how many podiums he earned, Charles had one answer to every post-race interview:

“Where’s the trophy, Charles?”

“She’s probably watching from home.”

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"Toto Wolff: Susie's husband" EXACTLY.

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ONE FINGER PAINTED YELLOW!!?! ITS GIVING DUPLICITY WTFFF

[harrloui28]

Harry casually holding my whole life's savings in his mouth. Also i'm thinking of writing a fanfic anyone have ideas???

[i-like-sour-sweets]

For me it's how Lando is supposedly this villain and yet people are like "hello sir would you like to join another family?"

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Who I Choose - LN

@diya-dln request - so i’m the person that’s never been in a relationship before. usually the guys i like don’t like me, or are talking to me since they are interested in my friends and my friends feel the same. can you write something like this but driver chooses reader

Word count: 2.8k

A life altering moment for y/n was when she watched the movie the DUFF because she realised how heavily the label applied to her. By the time she hit adulthood, she's resided to the fact that her love life would likely be forever dry and she'd likely become a cat lady.

Somehow life did deal her an amazing group of friends who never leave her out and always hype her up even if she feels like it's a hopeless effort.

"Hey, what happened? I thought you were going out tonight?" Laura frowns seeing y/n appearing at her door.

"He cancelled. It felt weird going on a blind date anyway" Y/n smiles trying to mask her pain. She can't help but feel like the man sensed just how desperate her love life is for anyone.

"You were going to miss a good night out anyway. Come on. Let's make use of that amazing outfit. You look so gorgeous." Laura smiles not wanting to allow y/n a moment of y/n feeling low about it. "Plenty of other men to catch the attention of."

Y/n has long since bothered with the effort of trying to inform her friends that she's a lost cause and is just willing to admit the defeat to the fact no man is going to choose her.

-

Y/n had, as expected, found herself feeling quite the odd one out. Her friends have paired off either with men they've met tonight or their boyfriends who tagged along. Either way she finds herself alone and sipping at her drink as she has found herself on many a night out.

"Hey. Good to see I'm not the only one who was left alone." A man states making her look away from the busy dance floor. "I'm Lando. Friends with...half the men that your friends have gone off with."

"Oh right, I thought I recognised you. I'm y/n." Y/n laughs then feeling a little defeated.

Someone who looks like Lando clearly has a girlfriend who just isn't present so he's being friendly enough to just say hi to the fellow odd person out.

"You don't have to look so upset about being left with me. I promise I'm not that bad." Lando states making y/n smile a little as she looks at him again. "Or did you just want to be alone?"

"No. It's not that. I'm just...It's nice that you came over. I'm used to being left to my own devices when everyone pairs off." Y/n explains then shrugging and trying to shake it off but she can't help her wince at how pathetic she's starting to sound.

"So you're single?" Lando asks making y/n actually snort at how ridiculous the question feels from her perspective. "What? What's the little snort over?"

"Oh just if you knew me. You'd know how silly of a question that is."

"Did I miss a ring..." Lando questions making y/n's eyes bulge as he leans to look at her left hand and she tucks it away as if it's embarrassing for him to see how naked her ring finger is.

"No. The opposite. I'm eternally single. It's like a chronic condition." Y/n states while Lando frowns a little at her. "What about you? Surely you have a very loyal and loving girlfriend somewhere. Can't imagine someone like you could be single."

"Work makes it hard." Lando sighs and y/n wrinkles her nose since while she's never had to hear a man say that directly to her before she's heard the stories from her friends. Primarily about finance bros who seem to believe work falls above and before all else and use it as an excuse to let women down time and time again.

Despite the turn of conversation, the two end up talking to each other for the rest of the night until y/n is retrieved like a child from a daycare by her drunk friends who have a "no man left behind" policy on nights out. Although y/n has always found she's the only reason it exists.

"It was nice meeting you." Y/n states making Lando nod.

"You too, I had fun. Not your average night out."

Y/n nods not even sure what that means but she leaves with her friends and doesn't dwell too much on her night as she returns home having heard all the girls relay their evening and how they got some numbers, how they're going to be making the most of the whole thing. Y/n sort of tuned their plans with the men they spent the night with out. As much as she loves her friends, she knows that hearing about their sex lives and love lives does trigger some mild jealousy because her life just doesn't work out like that.

It's not their fault, but some days it's a harder pill to swallow that she'll probably be alone.

Especially when someone like Lando is actually nice to her. Somehow it's easier to accept being single when men are just assholes. Nobody wants to date an asshole who treats them badly. But when a guy is nice and friendly, that's when it's harder to accept when she has to remind herself that he's just being nice. He's not interested in dating her, he just had limited other options and noticed she was alone so made conversation.

-

"Y/n! You won't believe it. That guy, the guy you were talking to the other night. What his name? Ally what the fuck is his name?" Laura gasps actually having broken into y/n's apartment on a Saturday morning at 6:30.

"Lando Norris." Ally states brightly while y/n groans digging her head under the pillow.

"Yes. Lando Norris has sent us tickets over to Italy! Italy y/n! Free hotels, free flight, free everything! And that includes you. We're going to see the race."

"Race? What race?" Y/n mumbles from underneath her pillow.

"Formula 1. Don't you realise you were talking to a millionaire race driver. Now get out of bed. The flight is in 4 hours." Laura laughs pushing y/n out of the bed making her land with a thud.

"I hardly even remember talking to him." Y/n grumbles as she looks up at the two and Ally offers her hands to pull her up. "I was drinking that night."

It's lies, she remembers every detail. Not only of the night, but of Lando. Not that she was aware he was a F1 driver, because in all honesty she avoided allowing herself to stalk him online and get over excited about it.

"Why has he invited us?"

"Do you always ask questions when good luck falls into your lap? Who cares. We get to go befriend millionaires. Maybe a sugar daddy is finally going to be on my agenda...Is Fernando Alonso still single? I feel like Lewis Hamilton has commitment issues but I could easily be seduced by a Spaniard." Laura states thinking out loud while y/n and Ally look at her in disbelief.

-

It was a surreal experience getting business class over to Italy and then getting to the track. Laura did as much research as possible and learned that it's the Imola race. It has a longer name but apparently no one calls it that. The rest of the group were eagerly getting themselves to the paddock club seating.

Y/n is happily sitting just waiting to see what the hell happens on an F1 weekend on a Saturday and she is enjoying the whole thing a lot despite having no concept of what qualifying means, why it happens 3 times with less people every time. But it's fun to watch with everyone else getting excited.

But eventually they do leave and y/n sighs returning to her hotel room in the Hilton, moving to just collapse onto her bed. But she doesn't get much chance to do anything more than that before there's a knock on her door making her frown but assume it's her friends coming in for a debrief of the day.

Laura did manage to spark up conversation with Fernando, somehow, y/n is still trying to figure out how the hell she did that. Not that she bagged the older man but she definitely tried and credit has to be given for that much.

"Hey, y/n." Lando greets making y/n jump a little, completely caught off guard.

They hadn't seen Lando the whole day and y/n just assumed he's working so they'd not see him at all.

"Lando?" Y/n mumbles then leaning out the door to look for some others. "Is...everything ok?"

"Yeah, thought I'd drop by see if you wanted to grab something to eat."

"Oh...yeah, I could eat. Is everyone else already there?"

"No. Just you and me." Lando smiles making y/n raise an eyebrow feeling her subconscious act stupidly trying to raise her hopes for a bad to have an interest. "We can invite them if you'd rather though."

"I'm pretty sure they've all gone out on dates to enjoy the free tip to Italy. So we can have a singles meal." Y/n smiles before she moves back while Lando looks like he's got something to say on that but bites it back quickly when she walks back inside. "Let me just grab my stuff."

"No problem."

And that's how y/n ends up at dinner with Lando.

"Should you not be getting a good night of a sleep before you race tomorrow? I might not know much about Formula 1 but I know every athlete is meant to be well rested before they compete."

"I have plenty of time for that." Lando shrugs while y/n smiles a little at him. "So you're not a fan of the sport before now?"

"No. I...didn't even know who you were-are-but in my defence I didn't think you'd like my friends so much you'd invite us all to a race a week later." Y/n confesses and Lando doesn't miss her choice of wording.

"Well I didn't really get to know your friends."

"They're great people. Though if you want to get to know them more you might have to invite them to dinner." Y/n laughs while Lando frowns not being able to ignore it this time.

"Y/n, I invited you all because I wanted more time with you." Lando states and he could've sworn he's never felt the temperature between two people drop so suddenly. Her whole mood visibly drops with he smile disappearing in an instant and she almost takes a grey tinge. "Everything ok?"

"I don't really get it..." Y/n mumbles then feeling the fight or flight finally kick in. "Will you excuse me? I'll be right back-lady's room."

"Are-Yeah, yeah. Sure take your time." Lando frowns about to question her but clearly something happened as a result of him admitting her wanted to spend time with her.

Nearly 10 minutes pass before a waitress appears.

"Sorry, y/n asked me to tell you she's just out for some air."

"Thank you. Is she just out front?" Lando asks deciding he's more than willing to chase the woman if that's what he needs to do. After all he literally got her here for the purpose of wanting to get closer to her.

He moves out searching before he finds her leaning against the building off to the side from the entrance.

"Hey, are you feeling alright? Looked like you got spooked in there?" Lando comments trying to keep it light-hearted but y/n looks at him almost with a helpless expression. "Did I say something?"

"Guys don't choose me, Lando. I'm the friend, I'm tolerated by men and befriended as a result of their interested in my friends. But I'm single for a reason and the universe has made it clear that I'm meant to live and die alone and I've accepted that so you can't come in and mess up that...fate." Y/n states hating how cringy she sounds about everything she says.

It definitely sounds worse out loud than it does in her head and the expression of Lando trying to not to laugh immediately makes her groan.

"I don't expect you to understand. I saw how many fans you have here. You're hardly a man who has to do the chasing."

"Really? Because I just chased you out here and you can tell me about how blind and stupid other guys have been towards you but that doesn't mean I'm going to be like that. I invited you to dinner because I want to speak to you again. I had a good time when we met because of you and I came up to you because you seemed nice and gorgeous and then we talked and I could've spent the rest of the night talking if your friends didn't interrupt."

Y/n actually feels like this is some sort of cruel joke, like he's going to kiss her and then say "sike" as if they're in some sort of cheesy American teen romcom.

"You can say no...but I want to take you on dates. I was drawn to you from the moment I saw you and it might be a dick thing to say, but I'm glad I'm not fighting other guys for your attention because I don't want you to date other guys and it might be too much, too soon to say that but that's how I feel and I'm saying it so you understand."

"You might change your mind when you know me better."

"I might...but I might not. I think there's a higher chance of might not. But if you want to completely eliminate risk of that then you can tell me to leave you alone."

There's a loud vicious voice screaming at her to do exactly that. To eliminate the risk of being hurt and ending up completely devastated because after years of rejection and hurt and acceptance over how alone she'll be. The fear of feeling love only for Lando to change his mind later is enough for her stomach to churn.

"But you could give me a chance and you won't regret it." Lando offers making her swallow, yanked back from her aggressive thoughts as Lando looks at her for a moment. "I'm not that evil."

-

It took a couple months, a lot of travelling, amazing dates, hours of talking, flowers, weekend trips, countless facetimes and some pretty incredible sex. But eventually y/n began to accept that Lando really is the real thing.

She feels like she might've really found her person and she's...so happy.

She's never felt the type of love towards or received from someone else and it almost feels all consuming. The fear she had is long forgotten and the rejection she felt for years has faded away. It lingers, sometimes it rears it's ugly head and y/n feels herself panic a little but Lando reassures her without trying and settles any nerves that she has without being aware she has them.

"For you." Lando states casually presenting her with some red roses. "Happy 3 months."

"You are the only man on the planet to celebrate 3 months. You know that?" Y/n laughs as Lando moves behind her hugging her tightly as he kisses her cheek and lifts her up.

"I love you and you deserve flowers anyway, but this way I have an excuse too."

"Well thank you...they're amazing...like you."

"Gotta make sure you always know how I feel." Lando shrugs then sighing. "And we are going out, golf first and then we'll go to a restaurant like I know you actually want to."

"I like watching you golf, I just don't like failing so badly when I attempt too participate."

"Yeah, but you make me look good." Lando jokes then feeling her elbow dig back into her. "I deserved that. However, I also deserve a shower to get ready with my girlfriend for golf and our anniversary plans. So...put the flowers down, they can be taken care of later."

Y/n laughs as places the flowers down and then gets tossed up over his shoulder, she knew it was coming but she still scolds him for the action playfully only to receive a smack on the ass while Lando laughs getting them into the bathroom where he once again proves just how happy he is to ravish the woman he had to do some fighting for but he got her and that's what matters.

[maxielonceagain]

Meeow.. 🫠🫠🔥

[harrysfolklore]

alex albon the man that you are

[bee2124]

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

[scuderiamint]

max has been trying to tell everyone who is willing to listen that the issue is not the drivers but the fuckin car

he was vocal last year when everyone, including the team itself was shitting on checo every weekend

he is apparently also now being vocal with the team that sacking liam is not the solution, fixing the car itself is

but for whatever fuckin reason rbr refuses to listen to max and i genuinely can not figure out why

[dudududubadwriting]

No Boys Club | Dad! Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: Lando Norris has a very public freak out when his daughter comes home with flowers from a boy.

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, overprotective dad behaviour 

Requested: yes by anon. i made them about 5 instead of 3 because the pictures i found are a bit older

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landonorris someone tell this little lady to stop growing up

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carlossainz55 wait, what happened to the little baby you used to swing around the paddock? who allowed this to happen?

→ landonorris don’t get me started. i keep telling y/n to figure out how to make it stop 

georgerussell63 still have no idea how you ended up with such a cute, calm kid

→ its_yn that was all me

→ landonorris hey, i contributed 

→ maxfewtrell for like two seconds liked by its_yn

→ landonorris you take that back! 

user1 i love how every pic of little norris with y/n is really cute and serene but any time we see her with just lando, it’s chaos 

→ user2 she matches each parent’s energy perfectly 

maxverstappen1 i might need you to teach me how to do hair bows 

→ landonorris bring P over, we’ll have a hair afternoon

→ user3 i love girl dad lando so much 

→ its_yn me too 

oscarpiastri were the hair bows y/n’s choice?

→ its_yn nope. lando made a whole drawer just for her hair bows, and he picks them out the night before so i have to plan her outfits around them 

→ mclaren guess who’s telling the design team to start making hair bows asap 

its_yn posted a new story

alex_albon replied you didn’t put a bow in her hair today? → lando is going to freak → its_yn he’s too busy freaking out about his little girl getting flowers off a boy  → alex_albon i know 😂 he was in the middle of the paddock having a fit  → i’m sure you’ll see gifs of it later on twitter 

alexandrasaintmleux replied of course they were orange flowers  → its_yn setting me up for a lifetime of orange → alexandrasaintmleux at least little norris’ new boyfriend has taste  → its_yn reacted with “😂”

charles_leclerc replied has lando seen this yet? → never mind. i’ve just heard a high-pitched screech come from the mclaren garage  → i’d like to thank you for sabotaging lando in this way, so ferrari can get ahead in the constructors  → its_yn forza ferrari sempre → just don’t publicly thank me 

landonorris posted a new story

carlossainz55 replied why are you threatening children  → landonorris because they’re trying to take my baby away from me → carlossainz55 how you managed to get a woman pregnant, i will never know 

maxverstappen1 replied do you want me to help you beat up a child?  → landonorris thank you. you’re the only one understanding my crash out  → maxverstappen1 i don’t think that’s the defence you think it is 

its_yn replied baby, you can not attack a child → landonorris why not → its_yn well, for one, you’re on the other side of the world → landonorris hence why i’m learning how to teleport!  → i thought we understood each other → its_yn i thought i understood how insane you are → but every day you show me new levels of crazy 

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its_yn when dad’s away 

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landonorris wtaf, babe

landonorris when i told you to take care of my girls, that meant keeping the both of you away from the male species 

landonorris can’t believe this is what you do when i go away for a race 

landonorris this is why i didn’t want to go 

landonorris gonna throw myself in front of max’s car

→ maxverstappen1 i’m not cleaning you off my visor  

user4 i can’t tell if it’s the style but yn’s top seems to stick out a bit 👀

→ user5 ugh. don't be one of those people

mclaren we’ve seen enough. little norris can have lando’s seat next year 

→ its_yn so i can listen to him whine about that? no thanks 

charles_leclerc i hear the italian anthem calling me

→ its_yn shhhh. we had a deal 

landonorris i’m actually going to end it all

→ its_yn i gave you a baby. what more do you want 

→ landonorris for my baby to never look at another man

→ its_yn i’m leaving you 

→ landonorris i’d like to see you try. you won’t run very far 

maxfewtrell it’s nice to see she didn’t inherit her father’s talent. she smoked me

→ landonorris is my suffering a joke to you? have i not been punished enough?

→ maxfewtrell yes

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