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golden-snackoos · 2 months
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I drew this during lockdown because I missed going out to bars with friends :')
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phi-guy · 8 months
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You accidentally make eye contact with this guy on the metro and he instantly kills you with the Force. You’re interrupting his studies.
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shukruut · 3 months
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Ahsoka’s notes during class
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persnickety-doodles · 2 months
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💄💋💋💋
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ilovetvtoons · 2 months
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Goodbye The Ghost and Molly McGee (2021-2024). You lasted for 2 short but meaningful seasons. I'm honored to have watched this show from beginning to end. 😭
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ultipoter · 5 months
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I think it's actually a crime that Volo is stuck in PLA! Gamefreak should let him roam free and appear in every game from now on. As a treat.
I went so overboard with the tera sparkles, I don't know what to tell you.
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estrellami-1 · 1 year
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Steve felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest. The TV at Family Video was turned on to the news station (the tiebreaker when he and Robin couldn’t agree), and a reporter was saying something about a gruesome murder, limbs snapped, teenage boy suspect, and it all swirled and came together until Steve saw the trailer in the background.
Oxygen evaded him. He gasped, trying to remember how to breathe, how to stay grounded, because freaking out wasn’t going to help anything right now-
“Steve!” The front door banged open and Dustin ran in. “How many phones do you have?”
Steve blinked at Dustin. Managed a breath, another one. His brain still felt like it was swimming through molasses. “Why?”
Dustin rolled his eyes like it should’ve been obvious and gestured to the TV. “I’m gonna call Eddie. And, like, everyone. You know what situation this is, right? And that’s Eddie’s trailer. And he doesn’t know anything about this.”
“I know,” Steve murmured, thinking. “Okay, let’s go.” He spared a glance Robin’s direction. She nodded.
Dustin frowned. “Go where?”
“To go find Eddie. I know where he’ll be.”
“How? Steve? Steve, you don’t even know him. Steve?”
Steve ignored the questions. “Get buckled. You got your radio?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Good, keep it on you.” Still ignoring all of Dustin’s questions, he peeled out of the parking lot, making his way to the place he and Eddie had promised each other they’d go if shit hit the fan.
He pulled up to the shed and gestured for Dustin to follow as he cautiously walked inside.
“Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Eddie, it’s Dustin, are you here?”
Steve should’ve said something, should’ve let Eddie hear his voice, but it’s too late because he touched the tarp Eddie’s under and suddenly his back was against the wall, a broken beer bottle against his neck. “Eddie,” he murmured calmly, even as his pulse skyrocketed. He vaguely heard Dustin saying something about his mother. “Eddie, put down the bottle, please. It’s okay. It’s just me and Dustin. No one followed us here. I know what you saw, I know what happened. I know you didn’t kill Chrissy, Eddie. I know you’re scared and don’t know what’s going on, but we’re gonna help you, okay? You’re not alone.”
Eddie dropped the bottle with a slight gasp, eyes widening as he realized who he’s looking at. “Shit,” he whispered, gently placing his hands on Steve’s shoulders. They were shaking. “Steve. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine,” he promised, his own hands finding Eddie’s waist. “And you? Are you okay?”
“Christ, Steve, I dunno.” He let out a weak laugh and dropped his head to Steve’s shoulder. “She just… she was sayin’ she thought she was crazy, paranoid, and then she’s in the air, and the sound, Steve, Jesus fuck, I’m never gonna forget it as long as I live, and then she- she’s dead, and-”
“I know,” Steve promised quietly, pulling him into a hug. “I know. It’ll be okay. C’mon, my house is safe. We can go there, lay low. Want me to get Wayne too? The trailer’s a crime scene right now, he’s gotta go somewhere else anyways.”
“Yeah. Please. Just… gimme a minute.”
“I’ll give you all the minutes,” Steve promised nonsensically. “We’ll get everyone together, figure out how to beat it. We’ve done it before.”
“Um,” Dustin said, “what the fuck?”
“Watch it,” Steve warned, tracing Eddie’s spine with his palm. “Did you really think the former king of Hawkins High didn’t buy from the best dealer in town?”
Dustin stared at him, disbelieving. “You’ve never gotten high in your life. I don’t think you’ve ever relaxed in your life.”
Eddie murmured something in Steve’s ear that caused him to roll his eyes and pinch Eddie’s side, smiling when he twitched. “You shush,” he admonished before turning back to Dustin. “I have gotten high. I stopped when I started watching you and the rest of the ankle-biters.”
Dustin rolled his eyes. “Okay, so explain this. Explain how cuddling your drug dealer is normal behavior.”
Steve tapped Eddie’s back, who tilted his head up again to whisper into Steve’s ear. “You sure?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded.
“‘S fine.”
“M’kay. If you say so.” He stroked a hand down Eddie’s back again before returning his attention to Dustin. “Eddie’s not just my drug dealer. He’s my boyfriend.”
Dustin blinked. “You’re not gay.”
“Nope. It’s called bisexual. ‘S when you like both guys and girls.”
Dustin narrowed his eyes. “But… Robin?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “Platonic, like I’ve told you a million times before, you twerp.”
Dustin shook his head. “Wait. You and Eddie?”
“Christ, I’d have better luck talking to a brick at this point. Yes, me and Eddie. Is that gonna be a problem for you?”
“Well, yeah,” Dustin said, like it was obvious, unaware of the way Steve and Eddie and both stiffened at his words. “You’re, like, my brothers or some shit. I don’t want my brothers dating each other. Besides, you both could do so much better.”
Eddie snorted and looked up at Dustin. “Not sure that’s how that works, bud.”
“Sure it is,” Dustin shrugged.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Not the point,” he reminded them both. “Eds, c’mon, let’s get you to my house. Dustin, can you walkie everyone? Tell them to meet us there?”
Dustin shook his head, but brought the walkie up to his mouth anyways. “Uh… guys? We’re meeting at Steve’s house ASAP. Over.”
“That’s not proper form, dipshit. Over.”
“Shut the fuck up, how about that? Over.”
“Fucking hell,” Steve murmured, grabbing the walkie from Dustin. “Listen up, twerps, my house, twenty minutes, move it. Over and out.”
Eddie began to grin at Steve. “‘S kinda hot, Stevie.”
“Oh, god,” Dustin said, screwing up his face. “No. Nope. We’re not going there. Just… let’s go. Before I try to bleach my brain.”
Steve chuckled, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and ruffling Dustin’s hair through his hat. “Glad you’re safe, Eds. Let’s go.”
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elvyn · 27 days
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Fancy ✨
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bulkhummus · 6 months
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i know in my heart cecil was harassing blake for the entirety of those three days and that was harder for everyone to endure than keeping a hand on the truck
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cherih3 · 10 months
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harvey harvey
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bubblemaximus · 7 months
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Went to the beach for the first time in 12 years 💦
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no00000000 · 1 month
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he's the most beautiful boy in the world to me
(sold)
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taylortruther · 15 days
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even if it's a stretch, i'm compelled by this thought. like, a song about love being so pure - because of your youth and innocence, but also because it's a memory of warmth and care. the face of that love doesn't even matter when the feeling that lingers, the innocence, becomes its legacy. your braids like a pattern, love you to the moon and to saturn, this love lasts so long.
and then consider how, twenty years later, as an adult, you feel like you get older but never wiser, so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. you're so far from the child you were, and you have so little to show for it but scars and fear of ghosts. then you find that warm pure love again, in a person who makes you feel safe, like the child you used to be. just being in their arms takes you back to that time when you were fierce and unapologetic, you hadn't been hurt, you weren't caught up in your own web and afraid of making the wrong move again and again. been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night... it's nice to have a friend.
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hows-my-handwriting · 2 months
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*kicks down the door
IM BACK.
maybe. i had brainrot so i indulged.
thank you all for being patient more to come when this little sack of shit invades my brain again. but for now i must ride into the sunset and pretend everything is okay!
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sof1shticated · 6 months
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our deal | miami | part four [ln4]
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A/N: this is so rom-com core and i love it tbh, it's a bit cheesy, but it's all fanfiction, and truly how do you write casually having sex with a friend like lando and not make it kinda cheesy. i had fun writing it and i hope you have fun reading it!! as per usual let me know what you think!! :) taglist @spideylovin , @lanando4 , @mindflay3r , @jazzy722 , @mcmuppet , @2bormaybenot - if you'd like to join the taglist let me know!! Our Deal Series Masterlist: HERE Formula One Masterlist: HERE words: 3.8k warnings: she/her pronouns, Williams driver!reader, friends with benefits, lots of talking about sex but no explicit content involved, mental health, hate/sexist comments, a LOT of swearing, alcohol, i hate doing it but somethings may not be accurate for sake of plot, nothing insane though
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“Look who finally decided to show up!” 
Alex Albon laughed from the table in the corner of a Miami restaurant, late on a Wednesday night but it was Oscar Piastri who had yelled in her direction. 
(Y/n) rolled her eyes at the boys but dramatically bowed as she approached the table. Lando Norris and George Russell sat with the other two with wide grins on their faces. It was a just driver dinner tonight, Alex had told her Lily, Lily and Carmen wouldn’t be in Miami yet, but she was excited to meet them for the first time down the road this weekend.
“I had to Uber,” She admitted as she sat down making Alex scoffed.
“You could’ve asked me for a lift,” He said, “Or any of us for that matter.” 
“I’m fine, for now. But I might take up whoever gives me the best offer later,” She pulled in her chair between Oscar and Alex, across from Lando and George. 
“I’m just happy you’re finally here. I was outnumbered by 2019 rookies. This night needed some more new blood here,” Oscar chuckled, and (Y/n) snorted slightly.
“Don’t worry, Osc, I’ve always got your back,” She elbowed him gently. She’d known Oscar for a long time. She’d raced with him in Prema, against him for a season before he went up to F2, and then when he won she took his F2 spot until signing with Williams. 
“We’ve still got our good looks,” George joked.
“We’ll always have our youth,” Oscar responded quickly, and the table erupted.
“We’re the same age,” Lando pointed between himself and (Y/n) with a slight twinkle in his eye.
“And I’ve got more time to not be washed up, rookie year, baby!” She winked, and Lando laughed shaking his head. 
She’d known Lando for a long time too, the longest actually of all of them at the table. Sure, George and Alex were around when they were kids in karting, but they were in the higher level while the groups lower - herself included - watched with awe. She wondered what she’d tell her younger self that now that she was sitting at a table with two of the drivers she’d looked up to when the engines were much slower. Not that she’d ever tell them that she looked up to them. 
Lando though, she knew a bit better. A competitor, a friend during race weekends, they’d basically grown up together until he moved up quicker than her. They weren’t good enough friends to continue talking a lot after karting days, not regularly at least. They were on different timings in Formula 2 and 3 so they never raced together there. Their relationship had gone from race weekend pals to the odd Instagram like, maybe a comment on a birthday. 
The media this year actually blew their old friendship out of the water after a photo surfaced. Yes, they were friends back then, but it wasn’t anything like other friendships she’d made back then. The prime difference was that none of the other ones had made it to F1.
But it was different now, she was surprised to be able to admit. Because while Lando had his good friends during their karting days and she had hers, the two of them had become even better friends now. He’d been the first to message her beyond the Williams team to congratulate her on her seat for this season.
They’d started catching up in pre-season testing and realized if they were smarter they would’ve been better friends growing up. They had a ridiculous amount in common in the way they approached racing, and life. She found she quite liked spending time with him, even if it was just race weekends.
“I never plan to be washed up, not in the cards, baby,” Lando chuckled, using the same wording as her, and it was her turn to laugh. 
They ordered their food and drinks. (Y/n) figured since it was only Wednesday night, she could treat herself to a real drink and ordered herself a mojito. She wasn’t driving either. After two though she’d started to feel a bit giggly, forgetting that alcohol always hit her a bit harder during the season since she didn’t drink as often throughout it. 
It was a good night. It was the first time she’d been to a pre-race dinner. The boys didn’t do it all the time, but Alex had said they —him, George, and Lando — grabbed food a handful of times a season. Oscar had joined them in Australia this year, and she’d been invited too. Something stopped her that time, and she bailed at the last minute. She knew Oscar and Lando pretty well, but even Alex was kind of new to her and she’d never really talked to George outside of the odd comment during a weekend. It was only the third race of the season, and she admittedly got nervous.
This weekend though she’d been bullied to come, even two race weekends later she felt closer to Alex, and to the rest of the paddock. She’d felt accepted, despite some media and fans saying she didn’t belong there. The boys of the paddock never made her feel like that. So when she cancelled on the last dinner at the last second, she wasn’t given much of a choice to not go this time. 
It was weird, getting to call them friends, but it wasn’t a hard thing to do. It was easier than she even thought it would be.
“We’ll have to get a McLaren vs. Williams paddle game,” Alex said, “George, you can sub in whenever someone needs a break,” 
“I’ll find a partner. Maybe Pierre or Max will come out and play with us,” George suggested.
“You make it sound like you’re going to ring their doorbells and ask their parents if they can go outside,” (Y/n) laughed and took another sip.
“I definitely don’t want to be the one to ask Jos Verstappen if Max could come out to play,” Alex made a face causing the whole table to laugh harder.
“A tournament could be fun, actually,” Oscar agreed.
“It could be, I’ll do paddle but I promise, I’m not playing golf,” (Y/n)’s eyes moved over to Lando’s and he smirked.
“I’ll get you to play golf one of these days,” He promised, raising his eyebrows slightly in challenge.
“Over my dead body, Norris,” She joked, but as their gaze held for a few longer seconds, she started to think he might be able to get her to do all sorts of things. 
She broke eye contact quickly and looked over to where Alex, George and Oscar were arguing about a fake F1 paddle tournament that would be far too complicated to actually make happen. 
She was just thinking like that because they were the only two single people at the table. It was perfectly normal to think like that when someone as attractive as Lando Norris was smirking at you and you have had a couple of drinks. She wasn’t blind, she knew Lando Norris was hot and he was funny which made it all that worst. She just tried her best to not think about it normally. It wasn't going as good today.
And yet, she still took his offer for a ride back to the hotel. Because logic be damned.
“I should go, I had an early flight in today and I’m ready for a nap,” Lando 
“Yeah, I’ll go too, it’s getting late and unfortunately I need sleep to survive, besides, Lando’s ego needs a passenger princess or he’ll probably explode.”
“You want to inflate Lando’s ego? God help us all,” George teased.
“Maybe I just want to get in his head before the race, tell him to crash into you at turn five, hmm?” She raised her eyebrow. 
“Incredibly sweet that you think I’ll be even close to a Mercedes by turn five in Miami,” Lando chuckled, “Night, guys, see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow!” She repeated with a wave to the three still sitting down. 
She followed Lando to the car, the valet had brought it out after he requested it while the two of them paid their bills.
“Not shipping the Jolly everywhere, huh?” She asked as she stepped into the Bugatti the McLaren team got Lando for Miami driving. 
“Only in my dreams,” Lando laughed as he pulled his phone into the cord, shuffling his playlist, "I should start requesting only Jolly's in whatever part of the world I'm in, seems people think that's all I drive."
"It's a very cute car, I'll give you that. Fits the aesthetic well," She winked.
It wasn’t a long drive, barely five minutes. Miami had a lot of great restaurants, so it was nice to pick closer to the hotel. 
She did let out a small gasp when the opening lines of Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler came on.
“This is on your playlist?” She questioned with a slight laugh, nodding her head to the music.
“Why do you sound so surprised? Everyone loves this song, I’m everyone aren’t I?” Lando snorted, “Do you not like this song?”
“No, of course, I like this song,” She defended, “I’m just surprised you bravely shuffled your whole playlist with me in the car, what if something even more shocking had come up,”
“Oh c’mon, turn around bright eyes,” Lando quoted with a smirk, and they were both singing the rest of the way to the hotel room. Half singing, with a fake kind of seriousness, as if they were performing to a crowd, and half laughing at the ridiculousness of it. The whole time she was sneaking glances at Lando, who had one hand on the wheel and the other one tapping his thigh to the beats. 
Lando pulled into the hotel’s valet service, and she got out quickly. She wasn’t sure how she got so lucky that no fans were waiting outside yet. Most of the drivers had only just arrived today, so maybe the news hadn’t even broken that they were at this hotel. But still, she went inside with her head down with Lando. The back of her head swimming with ideas of what would happen if they were seen together. Alone.
Those thoughts were gone when they got in the elevator. She felt a kind of soft buzz of happiness in her chest. Like a thousand fireflies were inside. It was a good night. She looked over at Lando who raised an eyebrow silently. 
Miami had pulled out all the stops, so everyone’s room was quite big and luxurious, it meant only a few people were on the same floor. So when (Y/n)’s floor dinged she turned to say goodbye, and the fireflies in her chest started to wink out sadly. Before she could say anything, Lando stepped out of the elevator first. 
“Let me walk you to your room, you know, just in case there are any thieves,” Lando said casually. (Y/n) hoped the small smile on her lips wasn’t noticeable.
“So valiant of you,” She joked as they walked down the hall. No one was around on her floor, either in bed already from the jet lag or out and about Miami. 
“This is me,” She said at the door of her room, lingering a bit as she slowly took her key card from her wallet.
“Well,” Lando started, almost awkwardly, she stopped herself from laughing right there, Lando Norris being awkward was not something she was used to, “It was nice getting you out with the rest of them, you should come more often.”
“Yeah, it was great, I think I will,” She said not looking at him and fumbling with the key card, unlocking the door. 
She swung the door open and turned around to face him, the two of them in a stalemate. She looked him up and down. 
She could say goodnight. She should say goodnight. That she’d see him tomorrow at media day, which would probably be the craziest one of the year so far other than the first one. She should get a good nights rest, jet lag creeping up on her. Instead, she took a deep breath.
“Do you want to come in?” She asked, not breaking eye contact. It was a leap, but she’d known she felt something between the two of them. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she also couldn’t stop herself from asking the question if she wanted to. It had to happen.
Lando nodded, and she opened the door wider, letting the both of them in the room. She shut the door behind them, a wave of realization hitting her, and yet the fireflies had never burned brighter. She led him deeper into the room, silent communication between their thoughts. They hadn’t made it through the whole room before he grabbed her hand from behind her. She spun around quickly, and he tugged her closer. Quicker than she thought, quicker than he probably thought too, their lips met. She fought off a smile brought on by the alcohol still in her system. 
She was kissing Lando Norris. She was kissing Lando Norris and she liked it. She liked it a lot. He walked forward, leading her backward towards the bed. Both of them fell on it in a heap. Clothes coming off next.
(Y/n) woke up at 2am. Tired, satisfied, and next to Lando Norris.
She woke up next to Lando Norris. Tired and satisfied made room for another emotion in the dark. Panic.
What were they thinking?
“Lando,” She whispered, her breathing getting quicker as she cleared her throat and repeated herself, louder this time, “Lando, wake up.”
She gave him a gentle shove with her hand. Her palms met his bare arm sticking out from the blanket, and her heart picked up even faster as she remembered hours before when she was wrapped in them.
What was she thinking? 
“Hmm?” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering open softly, “What’s up? What’s wrong?”
“That can’t happen again,” She said as the exhilaration of it all wore off. She was still on her back, unable to really face him again. 
What the fuck was she thinking? Well, she knew what she was thinking, but why had she actually acted upon it. Because he seemed interested in it too? Because she wanted to? Because the flirting language they’d made up at the restaurant told her she should? She should’ve known better, she should’ve known it was a bad idea. Maybe, she did, and she just didn’t care at the time. She certainly cared now.
“Why?” Lando asked, “It wasn’t-“
“No, it wasn’t….” She blushed in the dark. She didn’t want to say it out loud, all the memories it flooding to make a warm pit in her stomach. Lando’s face had started to form into a smirk, “It’s not that.”
“Do you have a partner at home or something?”
“No! I would never!” 
“What is it then?”
(Y/n) paused. How was she supposed to put this into words? She normally didn’t go out with drivers, an unspoken rule with herself. It had happened, of course, when she was younger, once or twice, she wasn’t one to ignore chemistry. But in Formula One that would be so much more complicated. She had no plans of doing it in Formula One if she could help it. 
In Formula One everyone was coming for her neck. They came for her neck on a normal day, but if something like this came out the media and fans would scream about her not deserving her seat because she was a distraction. Suddenly if Lando had a bad race she'd be to blame. If she had a bad race she deserved it for being there. She worked her ass off to be there, she was good enough to be there. But if this came out all she would be is a distraction to the real racing drivers. There would always be some reason or another why she didn’t deserve her seat. And the worst part is she sometimes believed them. 
“We’re… we’re both drivers. It would be a media frenzy if people found out. And through no fault of your own, you know who they’ll blame? Who will take the heat of it all? Me. I will. They’ll look at the first female f1 driver in decades and they’ll think I’m…. I’m a whore who doesn’t deserve her spot.”
“That’s not even close to true though, you deserve your seat no matter what those idiots say,” Lando argued.
“I know,” She lied, feeling a tightness in her throat but swallowing it down, “But that’s what people will say, and I can’t have that.”
“Okay,” Lando said softly. 
“I-I’m sorry,” She wasn’t even sure why she said it in the first place. 
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because I initiated it all and now-“
“No, you didn’t,” Lando laughed.
“Yes, I did, I invited you inside.”
“And I followed you out of the elevator.”
“I was making eyes at you the whole time in the car.”
“I have been thinking about it since you called me baby at the restaurant.” 
The silence in the dark when she didn’t say anything hit like a wall. But a few more moments later they both laughed softly.  
“It was good though, wasn’t it?” Lando asked again.
“You really do need an ego inflate, huh?” She stalled. 
“No, I just want to make sure it was good for you too,” Lando said seriously. 
“You made sure of that when it happened, don’t worry,” She sighed, playing with her fingers absentmindedly.
She stopped when she had another realization, another one that shocked her more than when she realized she wanted him to come in earlier.
She was lying in bed with Lando Norris, and she wanted to do it again. She wanted him to touch her like that again. She wanted to feel him again.
But this was Lando. Lando who she’d finally become good friends with after years. Lando was funny, and a great person. He was someone who was never complicated to be around just because of who he was. She didn’t want to lose that. But now that she’d felt what it was like to touch him, she also didn’t want to give that up.
Maybe it was selfish, but she wanted to get everything she wanted. She wanted Lando to be a good friend. She wanted to be touched by him again. She wanted to shut the media and the fans up before they could even start talking shit. 
“Do you ever have trouble sleeping after a race?” She asked, her mind working quickly.
“Before, sometimes. After most times, why?” He answered. She turned to face him now, lying on her shoulder in the way he was already doing.
“Me too,” She said carefully. 
“It sucks sometimes,” He nodded slowly.
“It does,” She agreed, “But what if, we could burn off some more energy.”
She widened her eyes slightly in a hint as to what she was exactly referring to. Lando’s lips pursed in thought, understanding the secret language they had begun without knowing.
“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Lando said. 
“Me neither,” She quickly answered, “But there would have to be ground rules.”
“Is this the part where you’re going to say ‘Don’t fall in love with me,’” He joked with a twinkle she could see even in the dark in his eyes.
“No, you buffoon, I’m serious. I’m not too worried about that, I’m more worried about never doing what we just did again.”
“It was good then,” Lando’s grin widened and she rolled her eyes.
“What if we did Friends with Benefits.”
“The movie or the concept?”
“Both, the movie is based on the concept.”
“But they do get together in the end, which would go against rule number one.”
“Okay, okay, not like the movie then,” (Y/n) laughed. Lando always could make her laugh in the weirdest moments, this one however took the cake. This moment when they were about to agree to casual sex with each other.
“We just... fuck and then go our separate ways. After races so we can sleep better?” Lando asked, making sure he understood.
“And we stay friends, same as we always have been. Nothing else to be added: no flirting, no dates, no meeting up randomly, we just meet after races. Absolutely nothing on off-weeks, just race weekends. Only after Sunday races would be ideal. That way it’s strictly for burning off that last bit of adrenaline. That will keep it…” She said and trailed off at the last word. Professional was definitely not the right word for what they were doing.
“From getting out of hand,” Lando helped, and she nodded. 
“And in secret, no one, not a single fucking person can know. This lives and dies with us. My reputation, my seat, I can’t risk that,” She said with a deep breath. She wanted to keep it all.
“You’re good enough no one should care,” He started, and when she smiled sadly at him continued, “But I understand, whatever you want. Nobody will know.”
“Thank you,” She whispered, “We also should not make falling asleep afterwards a habit.”
“Probably for the best,” He agreed. 
“Sounds like a deal then?” She stuck her free arm out as if closing a business acquisition. Lando laughed but followed her lead, and they shook hands. 
"It's a deal," He nodded.
“And you should probably go… like now,” She suggested. He raised hand that just separated from hers in joking defence and kicked off the covers. She hadn’t realized he was still naked - though she should have - like she was under the covers, and his bare ass surprised her as he stood up to pull on his pants. She’d need to get used to this, but she had a sinking suspicion she wouldn't have trouble.
“Do we need a blood pact or something? Is that in the movie?” Lando asked, pulling his shirt on as (Y/n) let out a quiet laugh again.
“I’m going to pass on that one, if we both show up with big bandages on our hands tomorrow, I think someone will connect the dots,” She joked.
“Very clever you are,” He nodded and then he stood there for a second.
“I’d walk you out, but I’m rather naked at the moment.”
“I’ve seen you naked, like barely four hours ago.”
“Doesn’t mean you get to see again so soon,” She flirted naturally back. She’d have to get better at not flirting. It was not a part of their deal. 
“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Lando said, making his way out of the bedroom portion of the suite.
“And on Sunday night,” She breathed.
“Looking forward to it.”
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doodlesandbooks · 9 months
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I’ve seen a few people do this, and I fancied giving it a go myself!
Link dragon!
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