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We should be best friends too Lando X Fem reader

Summary: Y/n is Pietra's best friend, she considers Max to be a nice guy, but who she really can't stand is Max's best friend, Lando. At Max's birthday party, Pietra asks just one thing, an easy, fun night, but with Y/N and Lando in the same room, this is almost impossible.

Warnings: Bad words and alcohol.

Word Count: 15K Notes: I suck at second parts, so I'm taking my time with the pt2 of "Playing with fire". In the meantime, here's something new. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks for all your comments,

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"He's coming, isn't he?"

"Y/n, it's Max's best friend, please, please, please, no fights tonight"

"He's the one that always started them!"

"And you were amazing at going along instead of being the grownup and letting it go"

"Excuse me, who's your best friend?!"

"You, but please, just tonight, can you be extra patient with Lando?"

"I'll try"

Pietra had been dating Max for a year now, and it took four months for you to hate Lando. Almost every night you were together ended with a fight between you two. _____________________________

"Hey Mate, happy birthday!" You didn't need to turn to look at the door to recognize the voice owner. You sighed in annoyance.

"Friend of yours, I assume?" the guy standing in front of you, and whom you had been flirting with for the last hour, said with a sarcastic smile.

"Best friend" you rolled your eyes.

To keep your promise to Pietra you tried to stay away from Lando as much as possible and focus on the cute guy in front of you.

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"Let me get you a refill" Your date took the glass from your hand.

"Thanks"

"My pleasure" he winked at you and then leaned in to place a soft, quick peck on your lips. So far, the night seemed to be going better than expected, no interactions with Lando, and sex with a cute guy was coming your way.

"Isn't he a gentleman?!" His mocking voice was even more annoying.

You took a deep breath before turning around to face Lando.

"Fuck you"

"What's with the cursing? I was just making a statement, you seem to have great taste in men"

"Wish I could say the same about your date" You threw a quick glance toward the blond girl who had been all over Lando for the last 45 minutes, she had done nothing to you but you already disliked her and the childlike way she was giggling with her friends, probably talking about him.

"Ouch"

"Just move and stay away from..." you tried to walk past him but your stupid heel got caught on the carpet. Everything happened so fast. The Brit caught you mid-air, his arms around your waist as your hands fell on his torso, his black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, so your hand was against his skin.

"You ok?" You could have sworn you heard concern in his voice.

The tight grip on your waist and the feeling of his warm skin under your hand seemed to be a little too much for your alcohol-intoxicated brain to voice out a response, so you just nodded.

"If you wanted to cup a feel you could've just asked, you know you have a free pass"

And there he was again, the annoying self-centered prick.

"Please, don't flatter yourself, I would choose planking face first on the floor over this, any day." You pushed him hard, trying to shake away the feeling of his touch.

“And hurt that gorgeous face of yours?” His finger softly traced your cheek, down to your chin, but you pulled away “I would never let that happen. Also, I’ve been told my arms are nice and cozy.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making them seem even bigger.

“Too bad they are attached to a huge self-centered piece of shit like you!”

"Wow" Max's voice startled you. You had said that last phrase as the music changed from one song to another, so every person in the room had heard you, including the cute guy, who was now standing a couple steps away, staring at you.

"Y/n" the disappointed look on your best friend's face broke your heart a little.

"I'm sorry, P." You walked past Lando, took your bag, and left the flat.

A couple tears streamed down your face, falling on your cell screen as you searched for an Uber to take you home.

"Fuck!" you mouthed when the No cars Available text appeared on your screen. You closed the app and opened it again, wishing for a miracle. It was almost 2 am on a Tuesday, and getting an Uber in the middle of the suburbs was a nightmare, you walked to the end of the street, praying that from there, it would be easier to get a car, but again, nothing.

You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to ease the tears, but the frustration and embarrassment were too strong.

A couple minutes later a car stopped right in front of you, from the engine sound it was a sports car, and you knew exactly who it belonged to. The driver's door opened, and you heard him walk towards you.

"Y/n" his voice was low.

"Go away" You didn't turn to look at him, your eyes were probably bloodshot from the tears, and you've had enough humiliation for one night. You opened the Uber app again to keep your sight down.

"Y/n, I'll take you home, come on" He walked to the passenger door and opened it.

"I'd rather crawl there" You answered bluntly.

Like a cruel joke, a sudden gust of wind blew against your body, and goosebumps covered your skin, it was unusually cold for July. As you walked to the threshold of the building, searching for some shelter, the bottoms of your feet reminded you of the heels you were wearing, if you dared to walk back home you might have to do it barefoot.

"Unless you're planning on going back inside, or a car has magically appear on the app..."

"How could I walk back inside there?" You cut him off "I just made a complete fool of myself because of you!" You finally turned to see him as a couple of tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He looked down at the floor, he seemed embarrassed.

"Then please get in the car, I'll take you home...you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to" He offered you his hand.

You stared at him, he seemed honest and embarrassed. You hated yourself, the puppy eyes were actually working?

"Please, P and Max would kill me if I let you go home alone."

You sighed loudly and walked towards the car. You ignored his stretched-out hand, trying to make a statement, that you were doing it against your will.

As you got inside the car his scent hit you hard, you always claimed he used way too much cologne, but now it seemed nice, warm, almost pleasant, maybe finally being out of the cold was playing tricks on your mind.

The sound of his door shutting pulled you back from your thoughts.

When the car didn't move, you turned to look at him to find him staring back at you.

"What?" you asked in a low voice.

"The seatbelt" he answered as if it was obvious.

"Oh" you turned to pull on it as he started the car and drove away.

It was a quiet drive. From time to time, you discretely turned to look at Lando, whom you always thought was one of those annoying guys with sports cars that would find every little chance to show off, but he seemed to be a decent driver.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Pietra💗: Are you ok?

Y/n: Yes, I'm on my way home, I'm so sorry P 😔

Pietra 💗: Don't worry about it, Lando picked you up? He said he was going out to look for you.

Y/n: Yes 😒

Pietra 💗: Good, let me know when you get home, please don't kill him, he's truly embarrassed about how he behaved.

Y/n: Can't promise anything

"Pietra?"

"Yes" You answered without taking your eyes off the phone screen.

"Good to know I have witnesses in case I go missing" He looked at you with a mischievous grin as if you were great friends and this was an inside joke.

You turned to look at him, your face anything but friendly. Why was he acting like you were there because you were friends and not because he had been an asshole?

"Oook" He said in a low whisper and kept his attention on the road.

A few minutes later you heard a breathy laugh from the driver.

"What now?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"You look like a chihuahua"

"Excuse me?"

"You're trembling so much. Maybe you should have worn something more clothy" He stared down at your outfit, black shorts, a lacey bralette, and a matching black blazer.

"I was supposed to spend the night inside a flat"

"But you decided to throw a tantrum like a five-year-old and run out"

"It was all your fault! If you had stayed away from me, right now I would've been with..." You cut yourself off.

"With Mr. Charming?" He turned to look at you. "You just met him tonight." His tone was filled with judgment.

"Why do you care?" You turned to look at him with a raised brow. For some reason, the question threw him off balance, it was nice to be on the other end of the jokes and the messing around.

"Do you want me to care?" He turned to look at you when he stopped at a red light, your winning punch was short-lived.

"Pff, please." You were about to turn away when a sudden movement caught your attention. He turned his body towards you and his hand went behind your headrest. He stared at you deeply, and you stared back. What was he doing? He slowly moved towards you, and your breath quickened as you felt your body get warmer, why was he getting closer? Your mind screamed to move away, but your body didn't move an inch.

Your breath got caught in your throat when he was just inches away from your face.

"Here, put this on before you freeze" he whispered lowly, pulling a hoodie from behind your seat, his breath warmly caressing your blushing face. You stared at him confused.

"What?" He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

"Fuck you"

"If only I had a swear jar." He placed the hoodie on your lap and put the car in movement when the light changed to green.

You contemplated throwing the hoodie back to him, but the cold was teeth chattering, so you got it on. The smell of his cologne intensified, and it felt... it felt nice. You hated how much you seemed to like it. Maybe he had changed colognes, usually, you would find it repulsive.

He turned on the radio, that stupid grin still on his face.

You were getting close to your house, a weird feeling in your chest. Was it sadness? Why would you feel sad about getting home?

Suddenly, the car turned towards a Starbucks drive-thru.

"What are you doing?"

"You're still trembling and I'm out of hoodies, maybe coffee will help you get warm"

He got to the speaker and ordered your favorite drink and a hot chocolate for him.

“How did you know?”

“That coffee gets you warm? It’s basic knowledge, I know you think I’m stupid, but I know things, you know?”

“How do you know my coffee order?”

“Oh, umm the weekend you and Pietra stayed at my house in Mónaco I ordered coffee and P told me what you liked”

“It’s been ages since that happened"

“Yeah..." A weird look on his face, as if he had been caught red-handed. He turned to look away as he approached the window to receive the order.

"Here"

You took the warm cup off his hand. Who was this person?

You held the cup close to your body, giving in to the heat.

"Thanks" You smiled back at him.

"No problem" He drove off as you took a sip from the warm, delicious liquid.

"Is it working?"

"It is, it's nice... why are you doing this?"

"I don't want you to get sick"

"Why?"

"Because being sick sucks?"

"Why are you being nice?" You insisted

"I don't get the question"

"You've never been this nice to me. You're usually picking on me and... being annoying"

"I'm not"

"Yes, you are. You're always calling me names, saying I'm spoiled, uptight, a control freak, you also mock the guys I go out with, the music I listen to, the movies I like..."

"Weeeellll, you started with the name calling"

"Me?!"

"Uuh, yes"

“When?!”

“P’s birthday party last year”

“We had only known each other for like a month back then. What could I've done to you? I didn’t even talk to you that day."

“Well, it wasn’t TO me, but it was about me.”

You stared at him confused, and he continued.

“A friend of yours asked if you liked F1 and you said hell naw, they’re just a bunch of nepo babies that only know how to spin a wheel” He tried to mimic your voice. You were about to protest but he was right.

“In my defense, that was a private conversation... and the world does not revolve around you, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about all the drivers"

“We’ll you were at a public party, and that statement doesn't really help your case"

You stared down at the coffee cup between your hands. This was embarrassing. Was all this feud with him your fault? You could have sworn he had started it, damn! You were a hundred percent sure it was his fault.

“Why do you hate us drivers so much?”

“It’s not you, it’s the sport… my ex was a big fan, and it ended up bad with him so..."

"...the breakup wasn't my fault" you quickly added.

"I didn't think it was" He tried to cover a mocking smile with his chocolate cup.

"Yeah, right" You rolled your eyes as a faint smile sneaked from your lips.

"Well, too bad an idiot made you hate us all"

It was seriously embarrassing, you could've sworn you were over the stupid breakup with Evan, but he seemed to still find ways to ruin your life even in an indirect way.

"I ...I'm sorry"

"That's new" He joked

"Don't make me regret saying that"

"Sorry" His big smile was kind of cute.

"But really, I'm sorry I was mean, I should not have projected my breakup on you"

"Well..." He parked in front of your building and turned off the engine. "I'm sorry I was childish and tried to get you to like me by bullying you, I swear I'm out of my 6-year-old phase"

"You wanted me to like you?"

"Yeah, you're my best mate's girlfriend's best friend, so if we're going to see each other so much, we should be best friends too. Also, you're actually nice, you don't have bad taste in music..."

"And I have a gorgeous face... your words, not mine"

The curly hair bounced as he laughed at your comment, and you could swear you saw him blushing.

"And you have a really, REALLY gorgeous face"

"Thanks" You framed your face with your hands in an exaggerated flirty way. "Sooo, drinking and driving is against the law even if it's nonalcoholic, and your house is far enough for your chocolate to get cold by the time you get there, as a peace offering, do you want to come up and finish our drinks in a warmer place?

"That would be nice" He smiled taking off his seatbelt fast, as if he was already waiting for the invitation.

He opened the car door for you and walked behind you, shielding your body from the cold British air. You had been so focused on hating him that you didn`t realize how polite and funny he was. It was like meeting a completely new person.

The elevator dinged, letting you know you had arrived at your floor. As you were about to walk out Lando grabbed your wrist and pulled you back in, making you clash against his chest, almost dropping your drink. He stared into your eyes, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. He must've seen the fire in his eyes reflected on yours, so he leaned in to kiss your lips, and you kissed him back.

The arm that held your cup wrapped around his neck as your free hand went to make a fist with his curls, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, and his free hand went to your neck, his fingers keeping a blood-rushing grip on it.

He broke the kiss and gave a soft bite to your lower lip.

"Sorry, couldn't help it" He sheepishly smiled as his hand moved from your neck to caress your cheek. "The sexual tension was killing me"

The elevator dinged again, and you were back down in the lobby. As the door opened, a young couple got on it. A knowing smile on their faces as they said hello.

You pushed the 7th-floor button again and stepped back against Lando's chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You could see the guy looking at the driver attentively.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, are you Lando Norris?"

"Yes" the Brit answered shyly.

"Damn, big fan, can I take a picture?"

"Sorry mate, I'm with my lady, but I can sign something for you if you want"

"Sure" He took a piece of paper from his wallet as the girl took a pen from her bag. "Thanks so much"

"Sure, mate, thanks for understanding"

The elevator dinged on their floor.

"Don't worry about it, have a good night." The couple exited and you turned to look at Lando as the elevator continued with its journey up.

"Your lady?" You asked with a raised brow.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?" He gave a small peck on your lips.

"I'll have to think about it" The elevator dinged again, and you took his hand, pulling him towards your apartment.

"Wait! Did you do all of this just so you could get inside my pants?" He pulled his shirt together, dramatically covering his chest, as you opened the apartment door.

"You wish." You answered as you pulled him inside.

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Forbidden Fruits: Part Two

Lando Norris x Fewtrell!FemReader

Here's part Two! I hope you guys like it! It's a long one haha :)

Why did you agree to go on a date???

You look at yourself in the mirror and let your mind wander. You liked Joe; you really did. He was a sweet marketing guy from your office, and he always made you laugh. So, when he asked if you wanted to go on a date with him you jumped at it. You needed to move on.

After that evening at your brothers a few weeks ago, where you sat in the room trying not to cry for the rest of your brothers’ stream, you had tried to move on from your crush on Lando. It unfortunately didn’t help that he had been trying to contact you ever since that night.

Unread texts and voicemails hoarded your phone, yet you continued to go on with life pretending they didn’t exist. You acted like your heart weren’t gut-wrenchingly hurt by his comment.

Belle is like a sister to me.

You didn’t believe it at first. Your mind racing back through the memories of you two. Did he only ever look at you like you was his sister? Your mind couldn’t fathom the thought. You questioned the times he looked at you, the times he would facetime you post races to let off steam, the times when he would be in London and before letting Max know he was there he would take you out for food. Your mind wonders to the other memories. The way his hand would sit comfortably on your lower back as you walked- if you were “Like a sister to him” then surely the hand placement was too low? Or the time when you were sat on the sofa and his hand was playing with your hair. You remember too clearly, his gaze darkening when he pulled your hair causing your mouth to fall open from the feeling. Was that sister-like?

The phone ringing broke you from your thoughts. You glanced in the mirror again and marvelled at your dress. It was a classy dress, paired with a red bow in your hair. Your heart clenches at your mind wondering what Lando’s opinion would be of the outfit: would probably be some Princess Belle reference. Your eyes start to sting so you push your thoughts aside, making Joe and tonight your focus.

You grab your phone and bag before locking up your apartment. Glancing at your phone you notice the missed calls sitting on your phone.

 Missed Calls: Norris ♡ (3)

You needed to book an uber to take you to the restaurant. You had agreed to meet Joe there rather than him pick you up. With him living on the opposite side of London it seemed more conventional. 

Thinking about what to order you left your apartment block, the cold chill of December reminded you of your lack of coat and you hoped that your uber would arrive soon.

“Belle?”

You froze. Your heart going into overdrive at the voice. The voice of the man you have avoided like the plague for weeks. You turned your head, not ready to face him fully yet.

There he stood. Lando. He stares at you- more specifically your outfit and then he snaps his eyes up to meet yours. He looks in pain again, taking you back to that night.

“Fuck-I I needed to see you. You haven’t spoken to me since that night, and I couldn’t bare another night of not seeing you” He shuffles awkwardly, almost like he regrets showing up. “I just needed to speak to you”.

You couldn’t move. Your thoughts going crazy. He was here. Why was here?

“Are you going out?” The answer was obvious, you only managed to contain the eye roll. This time you did turn to him, allowing him to see all your outfit. Truthfully, you wanted to gauge his reaction to the outfit; your earlier curiosities peaked at the way his eyes travelled down the cut of your dress. The way his eyes fixed onto your chest where he could see the goosebumps tracing your lower neck. You tilted your head, questioning his gaze.

“Looking at me like that isn’t very sister-like Norris”.

His eyes darted back to yours, guilt clearly running through them. He opened his mouth to speak but your phone buzzed, notifying you of the arrival of your uber.

“I have to go Lando, I’m sorry”.

You turn and walk away, ignoring Lando calling after you. You could hear him walking behind you. It was like a race. Could you get to the car first or could he get to you. But the answer became clear when you reached the car door, forcing yourself in.

As the car rolled away you looked away, unaware of Lando’s saddened eyes watching you leave.

“You didn’t need to bring me home Joe, you’re going to have a long commute back”.

The date was fine. That was it. Fine.

Joe was a true gentleman and if it was any other situation, you would’ve been charmed by this evening.

Yet your mind kept focusing back on Lando. Guilt consumed you at how anxious he was to see you. Your mind kept telling you it was the right thing to do but your heart was screaming at you for leaving. You had zoned out again until you felt a hand turning you gently.

Joe was watching you with a small smile on his face. You realised you had reached your apartment block and smiled apologetically. 

It was like it was written in one of your romance books. Joe moved his hand from your shoulder to your cheek, cupping it gently. His eyes watching yours nervously and you could see the nerves in his eyes. He was going to ask if he could kiss you. Oh god.

“Y/N”.

That wasn’t Joe. Joe hadn’t moved his lips. That was the voice of the boy who had haunted your date. 

Your eyes moved away from Joe to look towards the door. At the entrance of your apartment block stood Lando. Jaw set and eyes hard, he stared directly at Joe- who had dropped his hand as if you’d burnt him.

“Your brother is on his way, do you really think he would want to see you kissing some guy you’d just met?”

He was talking to you, yet his eyes didn’t move from Joe. Embarrassment engulfed you completely. You felt like a child and Lando speaking to you like that confirmed what he had said that night. You were like a sister to him.

Joe looked at you, disappointment written across his face. He spared a glance at Lando before quickly kissing you on the cheek. “I’ll see you at work Y/N, have a good evening”.

With that he was gone. Your mouth was slack. What a night. How had it ended like this?

A hand grazing your wrist reminded you of why. You snapped your gaze towards Lando. He stood there, lazily resting against the door- small smirk resting on his features. You felt the urge to thank him suddenly, but why? He practically ruined your evening. You barged past him towards the lift refusing to acknowledge him. You could hear his trainers scuffing the floor behind telling you he was coming with you, but you looked ahead, determined to not give him any sort of reaction.

You pressed the button for the lift and waited, refusing to look his way. Lando stopped next to you. Too close to you. His cologne washed over you in a silent wave and you took a deep inhale trying to capture the scent. In the corner of your eye, you saw him smirk as he looked down towards the floor- he knew the effect on you.

“Did you have a nice date?”

That did it. You twisted to face him- anger coursing through your veins. You had had enough. Months of having stupid feelings for this man. Months of longing and questioning every thing he did. Ever since that night you had questioned yourself; became angry at yourself for allowing yourself to create false hope in being with him. You had tried to move on tonight and it flopped- because of him! 

You needed to see whether your mind had been playing tricks on you. You needed to see if he truly saw you as a sister or not.

You looked him in the eye before grasping your necklace. The chain sat snug between your cleavage, and you noticed Lando drop his eyes to it. He watched you twirl it around your fingers which stayed by your boobs. You leant towards him slightly, knowing it would be his turn to smell your perfume and see what his reaction was. His jaw hardened once again, and his eyes shut briefly before reopening to match your gaze. You noticed his eyes were a darker shade of blue than you had previously noticed and you bit your lip.

“It was very good, though you kind of interrupted it”.

“You could either thank me now or later”.

“Why should I thank you? You basically cockblocked me” You glanced parted your lips and dropped your gaze to his lips. You could hear his breathing, harsh and fast, had he moved closer? You were starting to affect him- it was clear in the way he tried to hide his emotions. His head lowered to get closer to yours and you parted your lips eagerly.

“I never did anything darling. We both know it isn’t him you want in your bed tonight”.

The lift opening saved you from embarrassing yourself. The whimper you let out was luckily concealed by the ding of the doors opening. You turn to face towards the lift before glancing at him briefly. He hadn’t moved, eyes now roaming your body.

“Looking at me like that doesn’t support the fact you think I’m like your sister Norris”.

You stepped inside the lift and leant against the mirrored walls. You watched Lando as he acknowledged your statement. The desire seemed to fade before a mixture of anger and maybe guilt? Exploded in his eyes. You couldn’t read him much further before he stepped in the lift with you, waiting for the door to shut.

He stepped towards you slowly, his head ducked down staring at the floor. You pushed yourself further into the corner of the lift. You felt like you were suffocating. All the emotions combined with his godly cologne were depriving you of oxygen. You could feel your erratic heartbeat, and the main cause was inching there way closer to you.

Lando came to a stop in front of you. His chest was almost touching yours, even though there were multiple layers between you both- you could feel the warmth from him. Lando continued to keep his head down, but his hand moved to grasp yours. His fingers enveloped your hand before moving up slightly to hold your wrist. His thumb grazed your pulse point, and you held your breath. He could feel how fast your heart was beating for him now- there was no going back.

He moved and lowered his head to rest in your neck. You could feel the shallow breaths against your collar bone and the soft curls against your neck. You allowed yourself to tilt your head to the side, giving him more access. You closed your eyes and imagined what your life would be like if you weren’t the ‘Best Friends Sister’- would Lando even know you? If he didn’t, would he even look at you?

“You know I had to say those things, right?” You could feel his lips moving against your neck, you almost whimpered again. You should push him away, deal with this like two adults would. But your stupid heart had the reins and was clutching at you to stay like this. “I had to say them to protect us. To protect you”.

It seemed like he pushed his head further into your neck, inhaling your scent. You didn’t even know how much you drove him crazy. After weeks of no contact, he needed these minutes. He needed you. 

“You have never been like a sister to me. God Belle. I have never seen you as just a sister. What a horrible person I am for fancying my best friend’s little sister”.

You moved your free hand to press tentatively against his jaw, hoping to try and pull him away from your neck. He complied and you were now face to face. His nose grazed yours and you could feel his breaths against your lips. You parted your lips to let your tongue dart over your bottom lip. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes and you could’ve moaned. All you ever dreamt of was looking at you right now. Looking at you like you were the only thing he needed to live.

His hand moved to cradle your face, locking you close to him. Neither of you moved, too afraid of the unspoken emotions running between you. 

“I thought I was making it up. For months I have been telling myself how stupid I am to think you’d ever want a girl like me”. You whispered it against his lips, feeling the impact of your words when he let out a small gasp at the end. You wanted him to kiss you. You needed to see how much he desired you like you desired him. You ignored the niggling guilt about your brother- you’d deal with that later. That moment it was just you and Lando. Belle and Norris. In the elevator, in your own bubble.

Lando brushed his lips gently over yours, testing the water. Your hand on his wrist squeezed; silently telling him to continue but he never. He stayed where he was. He wanted to take it slow and enjoy the moment.

The ding of the lift opening pulled you both apart. A couple walked in, curious eyes watching you both. You realised you made it to your floor and moved to leave, grabbing Lando’s hand in the process.

You had proved your first theory right. Now it was time to show him how much he really meant to you.

Time to show him what you had learnt from all the books you had been reading.

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Drunkenness Scale

Normally she doesn't drink. Her fridge doesn't have beer or other type of alcohol, neither the drinks cabinet that is on her livingroom, that is supposed to have alcohol on it but instead she has snacks and chocolates. When she eats a good piece of beef she prefers another thing instead of a red wine. And on special events she only takes a sip of champagne and then leaves the glass on the table.

But when party time comes she is the first one to go to the bar and order shots and drinks. She knows every components of the cocktails her friends like. And her friends know every stage of her drunkenness scale.

"Well, well, well" Max smirked walking inside the crowded club, heading directly to the VIP zone. "Today will be the day we meet a new stage?"

"Seriously? Are you really going to continue with that?" she frowned, rolling her eyes.

"You are our Amy Santiago" Lando laughed wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "And we were so close to meet the sixth stage last month"

She looked at them and groan, but she smirked after that. She knows she can trust them, they have been best friends since they were little and both boys would kill if something happened to her.

"Okay, okay" she laughed. "Let's get started!"

Stage 1: too normal yet

The first shots of tequila came to the table. Lando looked at her amd them at Max, moving his eyebrows up and down. The three of them drank the liquid all at once, groaning when the alcohol went down their throats.

"I hate tequila" she groaned, taking a bite of the lemon, eating it.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that" Lando teased her, leaning on the back of the seat, looking at her, waiting for a reaction.

"Come on, guys" she groaned looking at them. "I'm okay! That theory you two have is stupid!"

"The two of us? Oh no" Max laughed. "Pierre, Charles, Carlos and Alex are part of this study too"

"I can't believe it" she sighed.

She was feeling the effects of the alochol, but had enough strength to hide them. So she just talked with her friends, smiling, even making small jokes and enjoying when she heard her best friends laughs.

But then it was Max the one that ordered another round of shots. This one was vodka with mango and other things.

Stage 2: time to tell facts that came from nowhere

She drank the small glass slowly, humming at the sweet flavour of the shot.

"I like this one" she smiled looking at Max.

They were talking with some other people of the group that was on the boat Lando rented joined, while she just sat in silence, looking at them.

"Did you know..." she started, getting the attention of her best friends that had a smile on their lips. "... that The King of Hearts is the only king without a mustache?"

They looked at her and laugh, giggling. She smiled softly, innocent, and looked at them. She loves when she makes them laugh

"I didn't notice!" Max laughed grabbing his phone and searching it. "It's true!"

"This shot has mango?" she asked tasting the drink. "Oh! Did you know that they can get sunburned?" she said gasping.

"Really?" Lando frowned.

"Oh yeah" she chuckled. "And flamingos turn pink because they eat shrimp" she smiled proud.

"Sometime I think that George and her could make a competition about who tell more facts" Lando joked, making her smile wide.

"Oh, oh! And you know the the only thing you can lick on the mirror is your tongue?" she said laughing.

Stage 3: suddenly, she can speak other languages!

"Hola, puedes ponermos otra ronda de shots?" she asked on a perfect spanish, the only thing that betrays her is the English accent.

"Spanish? Really?" Max frowned.

"Yeah, why not" she shrugged her shoulders, looking at the waitress that came back with other type of shots. "Estamos en España! Hay que hablar en español"

"I don't understand a shit about what you said" Max frowned looking at Lando.

"Something about Spain and Spanish" he frowned too. "Last time it was Italian... Are you sure you don't search on Google basic things to say on every country?"

"No! Of course not!" She giggled already a little tipsy.

She does study a little of languages, but she listen to people talk, so her own brain works fast when she's drunk and remember things she heard hours before.

Alcohol can do magic.

Stage 4: dance. All she wants to do is dance and jump and scream. Like if she had too much sugar (in fact, she did)

"Let's go to the dance floor!" She exclaimed, leaving the shot glass on the table and jumping up, standing on her heels and holding her friends' hands.

Lando and Max looked at her, giggling. The three of them were already a little tipsy, but the two men were making sure they were not drunken enough to control their friend and take care of her.

"Oh god, I love this song" she exclaimed, jumping and singing the lyric of Despechá by Rosalía. "Come on guys!"

Lando chuckled and danced with her, small steps and making sure she wouldn't go too far from them. In this state she uses to be too much social and go dance with strangers.

"Oh! Guys I think I saw someone I know!" she exclaimed and started jumping trying to reach that person, that unfortunately she definitely doesn't know.

"No, no, no!" Max exclaimed holding her hips and stopping her, making her giggle and continue dancing, swinging her hips and looking at her friend with a big smile, giggling.

Stage 5: depressed. Not the depressed that thinks her life is shit but the depressed that is too much dramatic.

After she drank the shot glass that had again a fruity drink, she let a long sigh escape from her lips, making her friends look at her.

"You know... Sometimes when you go to races I cry" she sighed looking at Lando, making him frown.

"Why?" he frowned, biting his lip and trying to not laugh,knowing that this might be one of those moments of drama queen.

"Because your work is drive a car that goes 300 km/h! And there's a tiny chance of you dying!" she exclaimed, raising her arms and making dramatized mevements. "And I will never have the chance of saying goodbye to you because you are always away "

"Ah, come on" Lando chuckled softly, hugging her and rubbing her back. "In case something like that happens..."

"No! It can't happen!" she exclaimed holding him by the shoulders, shaking too much to make someone throw up. "It will never happen! You hear me? Because if you did I'll kill you!"

"Okay, okay" he laughed hugging her, looking how Max was trying to not laugh loud.

Stage 6: the new stage. Too soft to be her.

When she swallowed the last drop of alcohol she placed the glass back onto he table, taking a deep breath and smiled. She feels light, like if her body was a feather and she was floating around her friends.

"Well?" Max smirked.

"I'm feeling really good" she smiled softly, leaning on him.

"Oh?" he frowned confused.

She smiled looking at Lando. He's handsome. All her friends are handsome. How can she be so lucky to be surrounded by handsome guys? Some girls might say she's lucky, and in fact she feels lucky; other would ask how is not possible that she dates one of them.

"You are so handsome" she smiled cupping Lando's cheeks and squeezing them. "I'm so lucky to have such a handsome best friend!"

Lando and Max looked at each other, Max grabbing his phone and documenting how the new stage is.

"Since when do you have such a beautiful face?" she gasped turning around and looking at Max, rubbing his beard and smiling. "And so cute! Look at those curls! And that nose!" she exclaimed tooching the tip of his nose. "Boop!"

Lando and Max were shocked. She never showed so much affection or gave her friends compliments.

"I need to record this" Lando laughed, grabbing his phone and recording how she was hugging Max and pocking his cheek, while his friend was calling for help with his eyes.

"Yeah, definitely no more drinks for you" Max sighed hugging her back.

"Look at this curls! Oh god so cute!" she giggled playing with their hair.

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Max Fewtrell – Please Explain

Tried writing a little differently this time, hopefully it's okay!

Pairing: Max Fewtrell x Norris!Reader

Warnings: a little angsty, a little smutty

Y/N POV

Your heart was racing as your head fell back. A loud thump followed as a moan ripped from your throat. A hand made its way between your legs, encouraging the boy between them. He let out a low laugh as your hand gripped his hair in a tight fist.

“You have to keep quiet, Love, or we’re going to get caught.” The voice from between your legs chuckled. Your whimper was muffled by your hand as Max sucked your clit further into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it in a loose rhythm. Two of his fingers worked their way into you as you panted and sighed. Each of Max’s movements increased the knot that was building in your stomach.

“Fu- Max. Mmm so close.” Your soft voice was met with a smile from between your legs. A third finger joined the two stretching you as more sounds began to fall from your lips. One of your hands moved from his hair to his wrist, refusing to let it part from your opening. Your other hand moved under your shirt and the bra still covering your chest to tweak a nipple. Your pants were getting louder and you could feel yourself starting to clench around Max’s fingers.

Max’s mouth left you as he moved to lean in close to your head. His spare hand held your thigh wide as he moved his body in closer to you. The weight of his body against yours helped the knot wind tighter as he breathed against your neck. The fingers inside you kept moving, the knot growing as your mouth attached to the tan neck in front of you, leaving bites and kisses between your breaths.

The desk you were on didn’t have a lot of room but the two of you had made it work plenty of times before. Your hand left his wrist to grip the desk below you as your thighs started to shake.

“You going to make a mess for me?” Your nodded roughly against Max’s neck as he joined his lips to your neck, you leaned back to make more room for him as he did. You could already feel the marks he was leaving but also couldn’t find it in you to care. That was a problem for future you.

“Going to make a mess on your brother’s desk?” Your eyes rolled back as Max laughed into your neck. You wanted to slap Max, but the knot was still sitting low in your stomach “Can we please not talk about Lando while you have your fingers inside me?” Max moved from your neck to bring your lips together as he sped up his fingers and moved his thumb to circle your clit. Your head soon met the wall behind you again as Max coaxed your orgasm closer with a wide grin. His eyes never left your face as your thighs tried to close around his hand, only stopped as his body forced them to stay spread wide.

Your orgasm came fast after that, white lights blinding your sight as your teeth met Max’s neck. All of your senses left you as your orgasm took over. Your legs continued to shake as Max worked you through it, letting you come down slowly. Soft whimpers were the only sound you could get out as Max leaned his forehead against yours.

“You look so pretty coming down Love.” You gave him a dopey grin as he gently pulled his hand out from between your legs. You hated the empty feeling that followed as he leaned around you to grab something. You jumped as Max softly cleaned you with a bright orange shirt. He was gentle as he helped move your panties back into their correct position under your skirt.

“You did not just clean me with my brother’s shirt after making me cum on his desk.” The disbelief in your voice was unmissable as Max grinned at you. He helped you off of the desk, supporting you for a second as your legs still shook. He laughed louder as you shoved his shoulder, the orange shirt bright in his hands as he leaned to peck you softly.

You gave Max a gentle smile as he moved to throw the, now soiled, shirt onto the pile of dirty clothes Lando had in the corner. He moved around silently as you both cleaned up the driver’s room you two had occupied for the last few minutes before leaving quietly.

Max POV

“Where have you two been? I’ve been looking everywhere!” Lando’s bright smile met the two of you as you moved through the paddock towards him. Max couldn’t help the cough that left him as his eyes moved to Y/N. Lando wasn’t even slightly suspicious as he watched his best friend easily moved through the paddock with his sister.

The smaller girl fiddled with her fingers as she avoided her brother’s gaze. Max slipped his arm around her shoulders with a gentle squeeze, her soft gaze meeting his as he strode towards his best friend.

“I was just starved so Y/N here took me to satisfy my hunger.” The innuendo was missed by Lando but not the girl under Max’s arm as her cheeks went bright red and she rolled her eyes. The tall Australian next to Lando flickered his eyes between Max and Y/N as he watched the conversation.

Max’s eyes avoided Daniel’s as he looked back to Y/N. She left the comfort of his arm as she moved towards her brothers’ side. Max’s chest felt tight as he watched the shier of the twins lean into her brother – he shouldn’t feel jealous of Lando, but he couldn’t help it. Lando got to hold her without hesitation in front of everyone and Max had to hold back in front of his best friend – how was that fair?

The two Norris siblings were talking as they walked towards the McLaren hospitality suite for the weekend. Dan dropped back to walk next to Max as both of their eyes followed the twins closely. The two siblings were the best of friends, they always had been, and when they were younger Max had just sort of joined the duo seamlessly. He’d never been one to admit it, but he’d been crushing on the younger of the two since the day they’d met. His eyes had always sought her out when the group got together, unable to stop from ensuring the small girl was always happy.

“You need to be careful mate.” Dan whispered lowly towards Max as the two kept walking behind Lando and Y/N.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Max was short in his reply as his feet sped up. He’d had warning bells in his head for six months, since the first time he’d slept with Y/N – heck maybe even since he first kissed her a year ago – but he’d also given up on them. Ignorance certainly was bliss. Y/N was the girl of his dreams, he couldn’t deny that anymore.

He’d started by avoiding her after their first kiss. Panicked at the thought of kissing his best friend and his best friend’s little sister. He’d given up on that after just days of not talking to her, unable to go without her in his life. Then they’d both just refused to speak about, a mutual choice until they travelled to one of Lando’s races together six months later. They’d joined some of the driver’s on night out to celebrate a win – Max thought it may have been Charles’, potentially Max’s, but he couldn’t remember anything other than Y/N that night. From that night, avoiding her was the last thing on Max’s mind.

Max made his way to Y/N’s side quickly. The girl moved from her brother’s side to lean into Max’s arm as he joined in on their conversation. Lando was too deep in his description of the upcoming race that he didn’t even realise the shared look between his sister and best friend, but his teammate was watching closely. Max ignored the Australian’s stares as he whispered into Y/N’s ear, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear with a grin.

The soft looks continued as the group sat at their hospitality table. Max noticed the Australian was much quieter than usual and he couldn’t help the lump that formed in his throat each time Dan’s eyes met his. He ignored it, choosing instead to watch the small girl who had attached herself to his side. Her hair was still damp from their earlier activities as she leaned her head against his arm. Her hand rested gently on his upper thigh, gold rings shining in the sun as she laughed at jokes with her brother. Max attached his hand to hers on top of his thigh as he met Lando’s eyes across the table.

Lando POV

Lando eyed his best friend and little sister cautiously. Y/N was plastered to Max’s side as the group made conversation over lunch, Max adjusting himself to make Y/N more comfortable. Lando could almost see the seamless way their bodies moved with one another. Max was watching Y/N closely, he had a look in his eye that Lando hadn’t seen before and it made Lando nervous. He’d noticed the two getting closer lately but having been away for so long between races he hadn’t realised just how close they were.

The longer he observed, the more uncomfortable Lando got. There was a nagging voice at the back of his head that was getting louder with each minute. Y/N had moved from Max’s arm to leaning back in her chair, laughing at one of Daniel’s jokes yet Max couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Lando watched as Max moved to stroke his hand down Y/N’s neck moving her hair behind her shoulder. Max rested his thumb against a mark on Y/N’s neck as she blushed and joined their hands to move them away from her neck.

“So that’s why you have to watch for drop bears when you visit Australia next time!” At Dan’s exclamation Y/N’s head fell back with more laughter. Lando’s breath was stuck in his throat as he examined his sister’s neck closer. The nagging voice now a deafening scream.

“Do you have a fucking hickey on your neck?” The words left his mouth before he could stop himself. The other three members of the table turned to stare at the Englishman. Some of the other patrons that sat in the team’s hospitality doing the same thing. Lando was met with silence as Max snatched his hand from Y/N’s lap and the girl slapped her hand to the spot Lando hadn’t been able to look away from.

“Lan-” Y/N choked on her words as she looked from her brother to his best friend. No more sounds left her mouth as Lando looked between the two as well, finally catching on to what the voice in his head had been trying to say.

Y/N POV

“You have to be fucking kidding me! You two are- You and Max- How- When- You have to be joking!”

You couldn’t help it as your face got hot, you knew it was redder than it had been all day. Max swallowed loudly as he looked at you, you avoided his stare at the same time. Lando’s face was the same colour as yours but in anger instead of embarrassment.

“Lan please, let me explain.” Your voice, usually soft, was even quieter than usual as you watched Lando’s face contort in anger as his eyes bounced between you and Max. Daniel sat quietly as he watched the scene in front of him, unsure where to step in with a group as close as the three people in front of him.

“Explain?! You’re fucking my best friend and you want to explain?” Your breath caught in your throat as your brother turned his anger to focus on you. You’d never been good at confrontation, he knew that, but he couldn’t help it as his mind flew a mile a minute.

“Lando please, let me-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence as Lando started to pace. Your eyes followed him as he moved back and forth in front of the table you were seated at. Your palms were starting to sweat as you watched Lando continue to pace.

Max’s eyes didn’t even turn to Lando as he watched your face closely. You were starting to panic, and you were sure Max could tell. He knew how worried you were about Lando finding out, and then how he’d react. Lando was your person and you didn’t want this to change that.

Your dad had walked in on the two of you a month into this– into whatever the relationship you two had was – and the yelling had continued for two days before your mother had calmed him down. Your dad in turn had told your mother and since you lived with your sisters they knew too. Oli, your oldest brother, had caught the two of you in the back of Max’s car once so he knew as well. But Lando?

Lando was your best friend in the entire world, the person who you’d shared a womb with before sharing life with him too. He was also Max’s closest friend. You had wanted to tell him delicately, ease him into whatever this was but you’d never found the right time. He was always busy with racing, or in Monaco, or stressed over work – you didn’t want to mess with his mind during the season, but outside of the season you didn’t want to ruin his holidays either. Telling Lando was the only thing you and Max had truly fought over, you wanted to tell him in the perfect moment while Max just wanted him to know. Now, you sat silently as you watched Lando mumble to himself glaring intermittently at you and Max as he went. You wished you’d listened to Max as your eyes started to tear up.

“Lando, please.” The whimper caught the attention of all the of the boys around you as you stood up. Max was quick to follow, a comforting hand finding your back as he leaned into whisper into your ear softly. You couldn’t even focus on what he was saying as Lando stopped pacing and glared at the boy behind you. Dan was just lost, unsure of how he fit into the tangled mess that was falling apart in front of him.

Lando’s glare softened slightly as a tear fell down your cheek, you were quick to wipe it away as you leaned into Max’s touch. While his glare was softening you were only getting madder. You didn’t want to fight with your brother, but you weren’t going to let him yell at you like this either – that was your father’s role and he’d already done it. You watched as Lando started to pace again.

“Would you stop with the pacing? For God’s sake Lando just say what you’re thinking.” Your glare grew as Lando stopped directly in front of you, a matching glare on his face. As twins the two of you rarely fought, but if you did it was likely to get messy quickly. Dan watched with wide eyes as Max stepped forward, his chest against your back, a warning stare on his face as he watched Lando closely over your shoulder.

“You want me to say what I’m thinking? Okay I’m thinking about how my own twin is whoring herself out to my best friend behind my back while I’m away at work.” Lando stopped himself after the sentence left his mouth, just as shocked at his own words as the other three people around him.

“Y/N I didn’t-” Your hand met his face before you could stop it. You didn’t look back as you strode towards the exit of the paddock. If he was going to call you a whore he didn’t deserve your support at the race, let alone an explanation. Your feet moved faster as your eyes filled with tears.

Max POV

“I’m going to kill you.” Lando hadn’t seen a glare on Max’s face as fierce as the one he was facing at the moment. Max was fuming. He watched as you fled hospitality, planning to follow you shortly after.

“Max, I didn’t mean to say that. I was just shocked.” Lando nervously played with his fingers as Max’s glare only grew. Max wasn’t sure he’d ever been this mad. Y/N had been nervous enough to tell Lando about the two of them, Max didn’t need Lando screaming at his sister too.

“You don’t get to call the girl I love a whore because you were shocked.” Max made his way towards his best friend before poking a finger into his chest.

“You love her?” Max’s eyes rolled as he stared his best friend down. The finger turning into a patronizing pat against Lando’s chest.

“Oh please, I’ve been in love with her since I figured out what love was. I’m not exactly the best at hiding it either so this shouldn’t be news to you. The only reason I didn’t do anything earlier is because she was afraid to reciprocate until last year.” Max didn’t hesitate to turn his back towards Lando as he moved to follow the younger of the twins outside.

“I’m going to check on her, and I don’t think we’ll be back. I guess we’ll see you back home after the race mate, good luck.” Max ignored his best friends calls as he jogged towards the exit. He’d never actually admitted out loud that he was in love with you before and now that he’d said it once he didn’t want to stop.

He could see your back as he ran to catch up with you. Your head was down as you walked towards the carpark. He couldn’t help but observe you as you made your way through the paddock, he could tell you were crying as your hands kept swiping at your face.

As soon as Max reached you his arm was around your waist, fingers settling onto the top of your hip. You relaxed into the familiar touch as he leaned in to kiss the side of your head. He was done hiding, Lando knew now so nothing would hold him back from showing you and everyone else how he felt about you. His muscles, previously tense, relaxed as your hand met his hip. Your tears were subsiding as Max whispered into your hair. You hesitated slightly as you reached the exit of the track, Max could already see the car Lando had rented for the two of you to share that weekend.

“We don’t have to leave, I’d understand if you want to stay.” His voice was soft as he swept your hair behind your shoulder again, soft lips meeting the spot behind your ear. You looked up at him as your hand twitched against his hip, a sad smile gracing your face.

“I can’t stay here, I don’t want to.” Your voice broke slightly as you fiddled with his other hand. Max nodded as he led you out of the gate. You wouldn’t say how much your brother’s words had hurt you, but Max could see it in your eyes as he kissed your cheek before getting into the car. He turned to you as you both settled in and he started the car.

“No matter what happens Y/N, I love you.” Max’s voice was soft as he watched you turn to him from the passenger seat. Your eyes were clouded again, this time matched with a wide smile as you stroked his cheek softly. “I love you too.”

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3 AM | max fewtrell

max fewtrell, my favorite race car driver, streamer, and walking meme. this is heavily inspired by 3AM by Russ.

summary: drunken nights in Ibiza followed by 3 a.m. texts. what could go wrong? (5k words)

warnings: suggestive, borderline smut, sexting, cursing, alcohol/drinking, mentions of being sick to stomach, lando being a shit

The pounding in my head matches the pounding on the door, and I try to groan as I bury my head deeper into the pillows. The groan barely makes it past my dry throat and cracked lips, and it makes my stomach roll as the pounding on the door continues. I huff as I throw the heavy blankets off, stumbling to the mahogany door with a hand over my eyes from the sun filtering into the room. I open it to be greeted by Luisa and Lando who by the looks of it have fared the night better than I have.

“God, you look like shit,” Lando comments, pushing past me and into my room. “It smells like vomit and broken dignity in here.”

Luisa makes a face to offset the brazen nature of her partner, and without her here, I would have punched Lando so hard he would have wished he never woke me up. She holds out her hands, giving me an electrolyte drink and a bottle of ibuprofen, and I graciously accept them from her. Lando laughs loudly at the burp that passes from me after one sip of the drink, and Luisa looks even more apologetic. God, I must really look like shit.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” her voice is gentle as I flop back on to the bed.

I dig through the hazy memories from last night, trying to piece together the bits floating around in my brain, “Last thing I remember is the shots with Kygo. Then, it’s blank until we got back last night. I don’t even know how I got in here, but I remember taking a shower.”

Lando lifts the damp towel from the corner of the bed, and Luisa elbows him despite her smile, “Well, at least you took a shower.”

“You seriously needed one after last night,” Lando starts, voice grating to my ears as my head still pounds. “You were literally a mess. I can’t believe you were all over Max like that. We literally dragged you back-”

Lando stops when Luisa elbows him harder this time, but she’s a second too late as I whip my head to glare at Lando, “I was what!?”

I immediately regret my quick moves as the pounding in my head turns in an all out seizing, and my stomach rolls. I close my eyes again, breathing in sharply through my nose to try to prevent the rising bile up my throat. It’s no use, and I’m stumbling for the bathroom. Lando covers his ears as I empty whatever is left in my stomach into the toilet, and Luisa holds my still damp hair back for me. She asks Lando to bring her the drink she brought me, and he obliges despite squeezing his eyes shut as he approaches. I lean back against the cool tile of the bathroom wall as Luisa crosses her legs where she sits perched on the edge of the bathtub.

“Ok, somebody please fill me in,” I squint my eyes as I take another sip of the bottle. 

Lando leans against the doorway, glaring at me despite the smirk playing at his lips, “Do you remember dancing with Max last night?”

I rub my eyelids, feeling flecks of mascara that I didn’t completely remove fall on to my cheeks, as I dig through hazy memories of the thumping club. I remember dancing with Max, something that hadn’t been weird as we’ve been known to gravitate toward each other in the club after a few drinks. My brain sends flashes of the night before across my vision—drink in my hands, his hands on my hips, my backside clearly pressed to his hips. I nod my head, “Just a bit of cheeky dancing between friends, Lando. Nothing we haven’t done before.”

Luisa mumbles a gentle oh, dear as Lando pinches in between his brows, “Oh, you so don’t remember.”

“Please tell me I didn’t embarrass myself,” I groan, tipping my head back against the wall as my fingers continue rubbing my eyes. “Don’t let me touch tequila again on this trip.”

Luisa snaps her fingers at Lando, clearly trying to be the softer of the two, and she places a hand on my bent knee as her gentle voice fills the bathroom, “Well, you weren’t the only one embarrassing yourself. Max was rather, erm, into it, too.”

“Luisa, please just tell me what I did before I throw up again,” I groan, feeling my stomach rolling with the hangxiety already taking root.

Lando nudges his phone into my hand, and I wince as the pounding bass of the club nearly blows his phone speakers out. I’m even more mortified as I watch the video on the phone screen, and the two can see my cheeks turning red as I watch the moment play out. It’s so clearly Max and I just off to the side of the stage, my hand tucked behind his neck and fingers weaving through his hair as his head falls in the space between my collarbone and jaw. His hands are firm on my hips, tugging at the material of my dress as my hips sway with his. I practically shriek as last-night-me tips her head back to meet his lips, and suddenly, we’re full blown snogging in the club. I can hear our friends whooping and hollering in the video, and thankfully, the video stops before I have to witness much more of my drunken antics. 

“We practically had to pull you off each other,” Luisa says quietly, voice gentle to keep me from making the situation appear worse. 

“He was piss drunk, too,” Lando says as if it makes the situation any better. “Man was mumbling about you until he got to his room.”

“Please throw me off the boat today and proceed to hold me under,” I groan, eyes finally opening in the dim bathroom.

“Gladly,” Lando grins, laughing as Luisa reaches across to smack his arm. The two look at each other before turning back to me, and Luisa is sweeter, even with the smirk climbing her face, “We’re leaving in forty minutes for the boat. Maybe take another shower before you meet us?”

I’m thankful when I’m left alone again in my room, and I take a thorough shower this time—remembering every step compared to the night before. I stand under the stream of hot water for as long as I can bear it, and I step out when my head spins and stomach rolls. The white towel is huge as I wrap it around myself, and I start to feel a bit more human as I drink more from the bottle Luisa brought me. My phone buzzes on the granite counter, and my stomach drops when Max’s name pops up on the screen. 

How are you feeling this morning?

I already asked Lando if he’d drown me on the boat later

Wowwww that bad huh?

I’ve never been more hungover in my life

I wait to say anything else, wondering which of us will be the first to bring up whatever happened last night between us. A text bubble pops up, and I’m grateful as we still tiptoe around last night. 

No more tequila on this trip. Agreed?

I just gagged reading that. Absolutely agree.

Alright, make sure I stick to it. I don’t need a repeat of last night or this morning ever again.

Still sick?

Luisa brought me a drink and some medicine. Lando was acting so daft, but I couldn’t get anything out of him. Man is grinning like he knows something. 

Right… I guess we were the drunkest last night.

Yeah…

He knows. Whether he remembers or he had an early morning debrief with Lando isn’t clear, but if one thing is clear, it’s that he knows what happened last night. I start typing, but my fingers quickly cease when I see a text bubble pop up from him. I wait with bated breath until his message appears.

I’m so sorry about last night. I feel like a right prick. 

Wasn’t only you, Max. We were both drunk, and from the video, both very much at fault.

What video?

I groan as I toss my phone to the bed, cursing Lando as the phone dings again from Max. 

Seriously what video

I’m going to kill him

You and me both

I’m a few minutes late to the lobby, and the group has already left while Luisa waits for me. She makes a comment that I look better than I did when she saw me earlier this morning, and she links an arm through mine as we exit the lobby. She lets me rant about Lando, and she holds back laughter as I tell her about Max texting me and revealing the existence of this video. When Lando helps us on to the boat, I threaten to throw him overboard. He just laughs as I pass and walk toward the deck. When I emerge around the corner, the group on the deck bursts into cheering and hollering, and Max buries his face in his hands as he groans for them to stop.  I hold a middle finger up to the group, and they turn to laughter as Tom shakes Max by the shoulders. His face is bright red when he pulls his hands away, and I make sure to sit as far away from him as possible as I settle into the plush seating along the deck. As people take to the water, I remain on the rocking boat, fingers clutching the plush bench to keep from being sick again. I jump when something cold touches my arm, and my arm draped over my face falls back to my side. 

“I figured you could use one,” Max says quietly, holding the dripping water bottle out to me. He glances over the side of the boat to make sure our friends aren’t paying attention to us. 

I take the water bottle from his hands, cracking the lid before taking a sip. He watches me closely, eyes following my lips as they meet the edge of the cold bottle. I can feel my face burning red, and flashes of last night and the video pass through my mind again. He clears his throat as he looks away, pulling sunglasses back over his eyes as he leans into the plush bench. 

“Thank you,” I say halfheartedly, eyes too busy watching him as he tips his head against the back of the plush seating. My eyes can’t help but drink him in, and while I’m secretly grateful for the white shirt on his torso, I curse the red board shorts that reveal more of his thigh than my brain can handle right now. His throat bobs as he takes a swig from his own water bottle, and I tear my eyes away to avoid embarrassing myself any further.

“I don’t want this to be weird, but after I nearly killed Lando, I made him show me the video,” Max mumbles out of caution. Our eyes meet beneath our sunglasses as we both look at each other’s face to see our reactions. Both of us are surprisingly calm, but my heart is hammering in my chest and palms starting to sweat. I nod my head for him to continue, “Jesus, we were a mess, yeah?”

I laugh quietly, nodding as I sit up from my lounged position. My leg brushes his as I adjust on the plush seat, “We were animals last night. We’ve been messy before, but not like that.”

The smile that creeps on his face makes some of my nerves over the situation dissipate, “Yeah, we’ve been messy before, but this was another level. I’ve never seen that side of you.”

“That drunk?” I laugh, leg brushing his again as I shift on the seat. 

He shakes his head, voice hoarse as he leans in ever so slightly, “That confident.”

Any response I had ready dies on my tongue and words get lodged in my throat. Max stands to walk away, clearly aware of his words’ effect on me as my face burns red, and he turns around with a glance at me before he continues. His fingers wrap tighter around the bottle in his hand, and I want to slap myself for the way my eyes zero in on his white knuckles and nimble fingers. I’m grateful for the cold water bottle he brought me because I could use anything to distract me from the way his shorts cling to his thighs or how his curls sit perfectly imperfect on top of his head. 

There are nonstop comments throughout the day, tiny digs or wiggling eyebrows, and I ignore them as best I can. My stomach still rolls with nausea, aggravated by the rocking of the boat, and, after my dicey encounter with Max, I spend most of the day lounging on the top deck with sunglasses over my eyes. Max doesn’t keep his cool as well—snapping on comments or yelling in his own defense. Every snap of his tongue is met with boisterous laughter, and I grin to myself on the empty deck, rolling over to get equal amounts of sun on my back as my torso. When I notice the red tinge on my skin clearly showing, I sigh as I make my way back toward the main deck to ask Luisa or Sav to put sunscreen on my back for me. I’m left mortified when I realize they’ve made their way back to the water, and Max is the only one around as he climbs up the ladder from his dip into the sea. 

He doesn’t notice me at first as he shakes his hair with a beach towel, mussing his curls even more as they turn wild from the saltwater. His skin glows a deep tan in the setting Spanish sun, and water drips down his neck and back from his time in the sea beneath us. I force my eyes to look no further than the waistband of his board shorts because I’ll be utterly distracted by the way they cling to his muscular thighs. He sees me on the deck after a moment, skin beaming red and a bottle of suncream in my hands.

“You getting in?” he asks nonchalantly, trying to keep his eyes from tracing over my curves as flashes of the night before ping in his brain.

I shake my head, thankful for the sunglasses hiding most of my wandering gaze, “Still feel like shit and I’m not trying to get sick in the ocean right now.”

He grins, eyes hidden beneath his clear frames, “I barely made it back out.”

Silence lingers between us, each of us blatantly staring at the other. His teeth shine bright in the setting sun, and the orange glow makes his tan skin pop in contrast with his red board shorts. Our standoff borders on awkward as the silence stretches, and I realize it’s my turn to say something instead of continuing my gawking. 

“I was looking for Luisa or Sav,” I motion to the bottle of suncream in my hand. “I’m already turning red, but I don’t want to get worse. I was going to ask them if they’d put more on my back.”

“Do you want me to?” Max asks, biting back the grin spreading on his face. His dimples briefly appear, “I mean, I don’t want you to end up sick with a burn now, too.”

“Max,” my voice trails off. I’m not sure what I was even going to say, and what should have been a warning—something saying maybe this wasn’t going to be a good idea—dies on my tongue. 

His grin is full-fledged this time, dimples deep and canines on display, “No funny business. I promise.”

I huff, and without an answer, I pass him the suncream bottle. He takes it from my hand, our fingers brushing on the outside of the bottle, and I turn so my back faces him. He gathers my hair and moves it to one shoulder, and I bite the inside of my cheek when his fingers brush the base of my neck as he lays my hair flat. The bottle clicks as he opens the top, and I gasp slightly when the cool liquid touches my warm skin.

“Have you put this on at all?” he chuckles quietly, hands starting to rub the suncream into my red back. I take a sharp inhale through my nose before answering, trying my best to ignore his palms on my back, “Only once. I couldn’t get my back by myself.”

“Well, you could’ve asked earlier,” he says matter-of-factly, so focused on rubbing away the white cast that he is oblivious to my stifled breathing. “I gladly would have done it for you.”

“Gladly?” I smirk.

“Piss off,” he mumbles, but I can hear the smile as he speaks. 

His hands glide in between my shoulder blades, and his fingers dip beneath the straps on my shoulders to cover the skin. He doesn’t miss the way my breath hitches this time, and I debate tossing myself into the water from here as his hands freeze. I can feel his breath on the back of my neck, and that combined with the sea breeze sends goosebumps across my skin. He whispers all done before moving my hair back for me, and I turn back around to face him. Even beneath his sunglasses, I can feel his eyes on me. I pluck the bottle from his hands, a slight smirk tugging at my lips, “Your turn.” 

He is hesitant but obliges, turning so his back is toward me. My hands work the product into his skin, and just for good measure, my fingers glide along the ridge at the top of his shoulder. Tendons at the base of his neck tense at my touch, and I giggle airily, “You’re tense. Long night last night?”

He groans, “You know exactly why. What happened to no funny business?”

“Just a taste of your own medicine,” I grin, closing the cap on the bottle. He turns back toward me when he hears it, and he suddenly feels way closer to me than the night before. Our eyes meet beneath our sunglasses, and I can’t help but notice the orange glint of the setting sun the corner of his frames are catching. His dimples distract me, and he gains control of the situation at my distraction, “You’re going to lead us down a dangerous road.”

“Well,” I grin, turning away from him to head back toward the upper deck, “we’ll see who breaks first.”

“Oh, you’re trouble,” he groans while I’m still in ear shot, and despite the confidence I had faced him with, butterflies erupt in my stomach and my skin burns where his hands had been. This was going to be a long trip.

The white duvet is soft against my burnt back, and I’m grateful for the cold shower that eased some of the redness and refreshed me after a long day on the ocean. The sky is dark now, lights from the Ibiza clubs visible across the skyline, and I wonder which club most of the group had ended up at. I rejected the invite even with Luisa’s begging. After last night, I could use a night in a time out. Plus, I didn’t trust myself to be out knowing Max would be there. The last 24 hours have been proof I can’t keep my cool around him. I toss and turn in the bed despite the exhaustion, and my brain flashes the image of Max and the feeling of his fingers on my shoulders or back every time I close my eyes. I glance at the time on the phone—3:03 AM. Against my better judgment, I click on the messages app and click on his name.

Remember, no tequila tonight

Not expecting a response, I close out of the app to scroll on social media, and I’m surprised when my phone buzzes immediately with a response. 

No worries, I ended up not going. Stayed in to avoid any temptations.

Temptations?

Why are you still up?

He avoids my question by asking his own, and I’m grinning at the phone as I hold it above my face. 

Can’t sleep. I’ve got a lot on my mind.

Hmm, do enlighten me

I roll over in the bed, imagining him spread out in the same manner, grinning at his phone as it lights up his face.

Well, for starters my back is on fire. Turns out your suncream application isn’t impeccable.

I’ve got aloe I can bring to you. You might need some help putting it on though

Don’t think I can do it by myself?

I’d love to see you try

I gasp at his words, heart hammering in my chest. This is clearly heading down a dangerous path, and we’re running out of options to turnaround. My fingers hesitate over the keyboard, text bubble popping up on his screen as I mull over what to say. With a surge of confidence, I hit send.

You’d just love to see me needing a hand, wouldn’t you?

Depends what I’m helping out with

I can think of a couple things

Fuck

You have to be kidding me right now

My palms are sweating as a bubble appears and disappears a few times as he mulls over what to say now. I hold my breath as I wait for his third message to come through.

How burnt are you?

A thought grips me, and once it takes root, I’m powerless in fighting the lust making my brain hazy. I snap a picture in the dresser mirror next to the bed, pulling the hem of my big t-shirt just high enough that he can see my tan lines and shoulder blades in the ambient light of the room. 

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Might need some help with that aloe if you’ve got any

Need help with anything else?

Is this a booty call, Max Fewtrell? I thought I was just asking my friend to put some aloe on my back for me…

Tell me not to come up, and I’ll know it’s not a booty call

My fingers are struggling to type the message that I should be sending—the one telling him this was a mistake, a fluke of confidence. He must watch my text bubbles popping up on his screen before disappearing, and after a few minutes, another message appears from him that makes my heart pound and hands freeze.

Don’t think and use your words. You have to tell me if you want something, love.

My breath hitches as I read his words, and I’m ever aware of the effect just his words have on me. The minute I let him in here, no matter my intentions, I’m going to crumble with him in my space and my brain clouded by lust. 

Am I going to taste the alcohol on you?

Talking about tasting me now? 

It’s cute you’re trying to put this off, love.

Don’t call me that, Max. I can’t think straight when you do.

Would you prefer something else? Baby? Pretty girl?

My brain melts reading the words on my screen. Pretty girl pings around in my brain on repeat, and warmth spreads through my veins as a pit in my stomach opens up. 

I’m in 312. 

Are you sure you want me to come up? There’s no going back if I do

Get your ass up here before I send you another picture for keeping me waiting

I see that he read the message, and I leap from the bed to make sure I look okay before he arrives at the door. Like Max said, there’s no turning back, so when he knocks on the door, I’m slow to open the mahogany panel. We stand there in silence, breaths heavy, as we drink the other in. I’m in just my large t-shirt and a pair of knickers, and Max is wearing gray sweatpants and a loose tee. I’m lost for words when I look up to his face, appreciating the curve of his jaw complemented by dark stubble and his greenish-gray eyes beneath his clear glasses. He sticks  a hand out with the bottle of aloe before shutting the door behind him, and I laugh nervously as I walk back toward the bed with the green bottle in hand. The white duvet is warmer than I remember, and I pick my fingernails nervously as he slips his shoes off before approaching the bed.

“So, which is it?” he smirks, and I quirk my eyebrows at his question. “Love? Pretty girl?”

My breath hitches as the terms fall from his lips—they sound even better than I had imagined from his lips. His dimples appear, and I brush my loose bangs back from my red face, “They all work.”

“Good to know,” he notes, sitting on the edge of the bed carefully. 

I can’t tear my eyes away from him, but he says nothing about my shameless stare as my gaze drinks him in. He reaches a hand out across the bed slowly, palm cupping my cheek and fingers grazing the junction between my jaw and my neck. I must look pathetic to him as he does it, doe-eyed and lips parted as I can’t focus on anything besides his touch. His voice is gentle as he speaks, “I’m not going to say anything to them about this. This is between us and only us.”

I nod my head, voice shaking when the pad of his thumb brushes across my bottom lip, “I’m so happy we stayed in tonight.”

He chuckles quietly, eyes dark as they watch me, “Best decision all week.”

It’s not long before my hips are slotted over his, fingers grasping at his hair as our mouths meet. No alcohol, as he promised, but something more addicting and something I was entirely not ready for. My body comes alive under his smoldering touch, and the minute he whispers a term of endearment into my hair, my brain short circuits and I forget how to speak anything but his name. The club becomes a distant memory, replaced with his shoulders beneath my hands and his thigh slotting between my legs. He laughs as his glasses slip down the bridge of his nose, and my fingers push them back toward his eyes despite the desperate pleas falling from my lips. 

“Thank god we didn’t do this last night,” he huffs, staring at the ceiling. “I’d never forgive myself if I did this and didn’t remember.”

I can’t answer—lungs burning and brain foggy—so I just nod my head in agreement. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side, and I’m grateful for his gentle care. Once we both catch our breath, and fatigue sets into my bones, we talk about random things, laughing and giggling like little kids rather than two friends who would have to address the line they crossed in the morning. I’m not sure what time we fall asleep, and while it was never my intention to have him stay the night, I stay wrapped in his arms all night. 

The pounding on the door startles me, and when I wake up to check my phone for the time, I’m met with resistance as my hand hits a bare chest rather than my bedside table. Oh, fuck. I shake Max’s shoulders, and his eyes fly open. I hold a hand to his mouth, pointing at the door, and he mouths shit as he reaches for his phone.

“It’s me,” Lando says from the other side of the door, and my stomach nearly drops to my feet. “Have you heard from Max at all? We’re supposed to play golf, but I can’t get a hold of him.”

Our panicked gaze meets, and I clear my throat before answering, “Why would I have seen him, Lando? Didn’t he go out with you last night? Probably went home with some girl.”

Max pokes my side at my comment, and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent laughter. We stay motionless in the bed, and I’m hyper aware of my naked chest pressed into his ribs as Lando stands on the other side of the door.

“He ended up staying back,” he says. “I assumed you two would have met up or something since you both stayed.”

As I think of a response, having trouble focusing as his arm slides down my back, Max’s phone starts to ring. On full volume. My stomach rolls, and even though Max reaches to silence it, it’s too late. Lando heard the ringtone on the other side of the door. 

“Max Fewtrell, I know you’re in there!” Lando nearly yells, but we can hear the smirk on his face. 

Max rubs between his eyebrows, sliding his thumb across the screen, “Hey, mate. What’s up?”

Once we’re both dressed in our clothes from the night before, I open the door slowly to see Lando and Luisa on the other side of the door. He must have texted her once he heard Max’s phone ringing in here. They take one look at our disheveled hair and the faint bruise on Max’s neck before high-fiving each other and laughing. 

Lando snaps a quick picture of us standing next to each other, “Now this is too good.”

“All this for golf? Seriously?” Max scowls at his friend, ruffling his hair and adjusting his glasses. As he goes to leave, surely to answer more questions from his best friend, he turns to me, “We’ll go out tonight, yeah? Still got another round?”

Lando’s and Luisa’s jaws drop at his comment, and my cheeks turn red as I laugh, “See you later, Max.”

“Bye, love,” he grins, turning to Lando once he smacks him on the back of the head. 

Once they’re out of earshot and I’ve thoroughly checked Max out as he disappears down the hallway, Luisa pushes herself into my room, “You have to tell me everything.”

“3 AM texts, Luisa,” I start, shutting the door behind her. “They can never mean anything good.”

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[soyl4ndo]

New Year, New Us | Max Fewtrell

english is not my first language word count: 651 words request from @aestheticf1: one with a drunk max fewtrell warnings: alcohol, suggestive smut MASTERLIST

You were invited to a New Years' champagne and shackles party by your best friend. You didn’t know many others, but he insisted you came. Of course, you didn't mind, you rather spend time with friends than with your parents back home. After all, it has been a long time since you last saw Max. Which maybe was unfair to him, but you weren't ready yet.

Everyone was already a few drinks in when you arrived. As the door opens you are met with the boy you assume was Max's housemate. “Hi I’m Lando, and you must be Y/N!..” You nod your head as you shake his hand “..Come in, we already started.” Lando says as he shoves a champagne glass into your hands. You try not to overthink the situation and hide in the corner, so you walk into the kitchen and you're not surprised when you see Max. He had already gotten rid of his glass and grabbed the champagne bottle. After the last time you saw him, things became very tense between the two of you. Although he was the one who invited you, he slightly started to regret his own decisions as he saw his own reflection in the window. He wasn’t pissed yet, but he wasn’t thinking clearly either.

As the night continues, more champagne bottles were opened and downed within seconds. You had deliberated with yourself that you would make new friends tonight, but instead of mingling with the others, you had only eyes for Max. You two sat very close to each other and didn't even take notice of the others around you. You would giggle, as his hands tried to grab at you every chance he got. You were slightly tipsy, but Max was definitely feeling himself. Wherever he went, you followed him like a lost puppy as he introduced you to his friends. You weren't paying much attention to what was said, because his hand was now on your lower back, touching your bare skin as you are wearing a backless dress. Not once did he move his hand, unless it was to lower it. It was getting closer to midnight and, luckily, all his friends were starting to get too drunk or too occupied to see the two of you slowly slip away and sneak upstairs.

"Hurry," Max says as you stumble up the stairs trying to get rid of your heels. He was shifting his leg to try and hide the boner that became noticeable in his khaki trousers. Your dress wasn't even that revealing, but the way it defined your curves and the small slit on the side made it unbearable. You laughed as the anxiety ruins over Max's face as he hears someone in the hallway downstairs. You take one last swig from the bottle you took upstairs and start to undo his trousers. You feel your cheeks fill with flush, as you realize you're about to finish some undone business. "Not here" he hissed against your neck, almost unable to wait any longer. He leads you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for one second.

As you close the door behind you, you feel his warm cheeks glow against yours and his hands slip around your waist. He spins you around, pushes you against the door and his lips crush onto yours. You could taste the champagne all over his mouth, but you didn't mind. “What if someone hears us?” You question in between the kisses. "They won't" Is all that he said before clothes started to fly around the room and the kisses moved from your lips to your neck as he slowly made his way down.

"Not so fast.." he suddenly says as you push your hips against him, ready to take him in. "..Happy New Year, babe."

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[f1dev1l]

SILLY GOOFY GAMER | LN4

pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: max decides to expose your drunk thoughts during lando's stream

warnings: alcohol, but not really?

you woke up to screams, with a pounding headache, now what the fuck was up with that, and this was definitely not your bed.

"why am i in max's bed," you asked as the heads of both said max and your boyfriend lando whipped to look at you where you were now propped up on your elbows, glaring at both the boys for the volume they were currently at.

"because you refused to go to bed with lando last night so he just put you in here and i took the couch," max explained as lando laughed at you, welcoming you into his arms as you got up and wrapped yourself around him, still hungover from whatever night you had had the night before.

"are you on stream?" you asked as you turned your head to look at the monitors in front of you.

"yeah, max got bored but we wanted to keep an eye on you so we just streamed in here," lando explained as he brushed your hair out of your face.

"yeah and you guys are fucking annoying," you grumbled, burying your head into lando's neck as he rubbed your back soothingly, almost luring you back to sleep.

"you had a party last night y/n, i don't know who let you have that much alcohol, but it was a funny sight," max said laughing at your disoriented figure.

"i don't know either, but i'm surely regretting it," you continued to grumble, just wanting to not have a headache anymore, "i didn't do anything bad did i?"

lando and max turned to look at each other and smirked, you didn't like the look of that.

"did i fucking fight someone," you questioned alarmed, eyebrows now raised in a rather violent questioning glance at the two boys.

both boys bursted out laughing while lando shook his head no, "no baby, you just lost your memory and forgot i was your boyfriend."

max had to breathe because of how hard he was laughing before trying to get his next words out, "lando literally went to go try to grab your hand to take you outside and you slapped him and told him to fuck off."

your jaw dropped as you turned to lando who was trying to stifle his laughter through his hand that wasn't currently wrapped around you.

"we managed to wrangle you into the car while you were grumbling about missing your boyfriend when he was literally right next to you the entire time," max said while he laughed some more at the face you currently held.

"i didn't hurt you did i," you asked grabbing your boyfriends face to turn it from left and right to see if you left any damage.

"no, i'm okay my love," lando said, looking at you with adoration as you held his face in your hands.

"what do you mean i refused to go to bed with lando," you asked turning to max.

max giggled again before answering with a smirk on his face, "lando was trying to get you ready for bed and into your bed when you claimed that he was a stranger and that you would only go to bed with your boyfriend and so he had to tell you my room was our guest room and you just face planted in my bed after he managed to get you in comfortable clothes."

"oh my gosh," you said while hiding your face into your boyfriend's neck.

both the boys laughed at you while you mumbled out a small, "never let me drink again."

"noted," was all she got as she pulled herself up to stand to get herself together and ready for the day, leaving the boys to be obnoxious to the twitch stream.

boy will she never be going out again with them.

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[norrizzandpia]

The Infamous Stream (LN4)

Summary: When Max streams and the chat goes wild for Lando and Y/n’s sappy love

Warnings: really nothing yall have at it (except for like one minor insinuation to sex? But its literally like two words tbh)

"Don't mind Y/n and Lando behind me. They fell asleep on my bed after being here for an hour." Max's voice cut through Y/n's unconscious state. Slowly, her mind noted Lando's chest against her forehead and his arms wrapped securely around her. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace and his lips rested right at the top of her head, slightly kissing her hair. If it wasn't for his hands refusing to let her go and the warmth that radiated off his body, Y/n would have gotten up and out of her sleeping position once her brain comprehended that Max wasn't speaking to himself, but to his chat on his stream. With his hoodie engulfing her body, she snuggled further into her boyfriend and tightened her arms around his neck.

"When they wake up, I'm going to tell them about all of you in here going crazy for boyfriend Lando." Max's booming laugh seemed to wake the boy in Y/n's arms as his arms around her tightened and the pressure of his lips against her head lessened.

Seeming to think she was still asleep, Lando whispered, "Quiet down, Max. You're gonna wake her up."

From her position against his chest, Y/n groggily murmured, "No, I'm awake."

Lando's hand came up to cradle the back of her head as she moved to look up at him, "How did we even fall asleep?" Her eyebrows furrowed together and Lando smiled down at her, finding her adorable moments after she had woken up from a nap.

Max chuckled, "Maybe because my bed is so comfortable."

Lando's eyes met Max's over Y/n's head, watching as the chat absolutely blew up over the couple, "No way, Y/n's bed is way more comfortable. She has one of those memory foam mattresses and everything."

"And how would you know that?" Max wiggled his eyebrows at the couple as Y/n blushed and stuffed her face back into Lando's chest.

Lando groaned as his head pulled back, "You wanker."

Finally, Y/n decided it was time to end the cuddling session that was being broadcast to thousands, so she pulled away from her boyfriend and hopped off the bed. However, she couldn't escape from the room quick enough seeing as Max ushered her and Lando over.

"Come on, you guys have got to see these comments." With Lando getting up from the bed and Max's hand hastily waving her face, Y/n took a closer look at the words rapidly appearing on the screen.

Lando_norizz

There is no way I just witnessed that sweet moment for free.

F1-loveeee

CAN WE PLZ TALK ABOUT THE PLACEMENT OF LANDOS HANDS??? IM SCREAMING

emma.loves.racing.

They're so priv abt their relationship i feel like i just watched something so intimate

landoismysoulmate

I have never in my life been so incredibly devastated to see two people be so happy and in love

Other comments continued to come in, but Y/n could only read a few. Each of them made her smile as fans talked about how happy Lando looked to be with her. The couple had decided early on that they would keep the majority of their time together private and to themselves, so Y/n could gather that the lovey-dovey moment everyone just witnessed was something entirely foreign. She wouldn't mention that Lando was an incredibly clingy boyfriend who always wanted to be near her or touching her whenever they were in close vicinity to one another and she definitely wouldn't mention that usually their cuddling sessions turned not-so-innocent after an hour or two. All she could do was smile up at the man who was already staring at her like she hung the stars and the moon just for him.

All of a sudden, Lando was hysterically laughing beside her as he pointed to a comment that was quickly disappearing behind all the other chats being sent in. Luckily, she was able to read the words before they were lost and when she did, she couldn't help but join her boyfriend in his hysterics.

Landohasnorizz

Lando heard the nickname lando norizz and said hold my beer

It was a sweet comment and Y/n was grateful the two weren't being bombarded by hateful remarks like some of the other drivers on the grid had to go through when they went public. One of the reasons why Lando had been so hesitant to announce her identity to the rest of the F1 world was because of all the potential hate she could get. However, after years together they realized they couldn't just keep it all a secret when they were likely to get married and live out the rest of their days together.

As if to cut through her overwhelming thoughts, Lando's hand came to rest around her waist as he smiled down at her and said, "I have no rizz. I really don't know how I got so lucky."

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Play with fire- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff. Notes: Quick blurb that just came to mind. As always, feedback is really appreciated and receiving requests,

"Ugh, you actually have to be here?" Max was 24 but when he talked to you it was as if you were 8 and 12 again.

"You didn't have to put your streaming shit on the tv room"

"You're not even watching the tv"

"You make me miss my siblings." Lando said as he leaned against the door with his hand full of chocolate chip cookies.

"Why did you have to move to Monaco, mate?" Max rolled his eyes and walked to his streaming set. He had moved back to the family home, claiming it was easier since he didn't have to clean, wash, or make his own meals, but you all knew it was because he didn't like to be alone, and when Lando decided to move, it took him a couple of weeks to realize the bachelor's life wasn't for him.

Max was busy getting everything ready for the stream, unaware of how Lando was making eyes with you as he walked towards his friend.

They started their stream, and you kept your attention on your phone.

"Hey, chat, you missed me?" Lando proudly smiled as tons of messages welcomed him back.

BobCat: I've missed you so much, Lan.

"Miss you too, BobCat"

BobCat: Those cookies look yummy.

"They're, want some?" a cheeky smile on his face.

BobCat: Sure, bring some 😏.

"Lando, you need to stop flirting with chat. How about we do some video reactions? Chat start sending videos so we can react to them, remember, keep it pg13!"

A couple minutes later, Lando stood up.

"Pause it"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out of cookies." Lando said showing his empty hands innocently, and rushed to the kitchen.

When Lando came back, Max was too invested in laughing at a video where a poor puppy was rolling down some stairs, he didn't notice his friend approaching the gray sofa, his olive eyes focused on your figure warmly covered with a matching gray throw blanket.

"As promised" he lowly said as he stretched his arm to offer you cookies.

"Thanks" You took one, your hand softly brushing against his.

"Any time" he winked at you, and then walked to take his place next to your brother who started searching for another funny video to watch.

BobCat: Cookies are good.

A cheeky smile on Lando's face.

"Playing with fire, chat" Was all Lando said. Max was too used to chat making weird comments when Lando was around, so he just ignored it and clicked on a video from the list.

They continued with their stream, it had been almost two hours now.

"Lando, are you staying tonight" Your dad's voice made you all turn towards the door.

"Oh, no, I'm going home, thanks"

You felt a little pain in your chest at his answer.

You stayed for 20 more minutes and then decided it was time to go to bed.

"Keep it low, fart face" you said loud enough for it to be heard on stream, making everyone burst out laughing, including Lando.

"See you, Lan" You winked his way and walked to your room.

You were almost asleep when your window suddenly opened, a big black figure entered through it and a second later it fell on your floor.

"What the fuck?" You ran to the bedroom door when his voice stopped you.

"It's me, y/n, it's me" his voice was a low whisper but you recognized it immediately.

"Lando, what the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!" you rushed towards him to help him up.

"Sorry, climbing through windows, is definitely not my thing" he said rubbing his knee.

"Amongst other things"

"Hey!" The offended look on his face melted your heart.

"I'm kidding" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

"Ugh, I've waited all night for this." He inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your shampoo was like a drug to him.

"I thought you were going home" you whispered against his chest.

"If I had said I was staying, I wouldn't be able to be here with you in my arms, instead I would've stayed next door... and your brother is not as soft as you, and he snores a lot."

"Lan, stop!" You slapped his chest softly "I'm already having a hard time believing you two are not secretly dating, and that you're just using me as a beard"

His breathy laugh made your head bounce over his chest.

"As much as I like your brother." he said kissing your forehead "You" then moved to kiss your temple "Are" a kiss to the corner of your eye " The" a kiss on your nose "Only" a kiss on your cheek "One" a kiss on your jaw "I" a kiss on your neck "Love" he finished his sentence against your lips, his words and his soft lips melting you in his arms.

The kiss quickly changed from soft and sweet to intense and needy.

He placed his hands strongly on your waist and you got the message, you jumped circling his waist with your legs.

Never stopping the tongue fight inside your mouths, Lando walked towards your bed, when he felt the mattress hit his knees he placed you softly over it.

You watched him get rid of his sweatshirt and his shirt as you did the same with your pajamas.

"Fucking gorgeous" his voice a bit too loud, as he admired your half-naked body.

"Shhh, they'll catch us!"

"Oh you're the one to talk, BobCat" he finished the sentence with a deep kiss.

"Please, Max it's completely oblivious, and I do like playing with fire"

"You know that we have to tell him, right?"

"Lan, my brother is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend"

"Right, my mistake" He said, climbing over your bed and settling between your legs, his favorite place in the world.

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[smoooothoperator]

Blinding Light

Since his best friend moved to Monaco, he always went there everytime he could. It was something quick, taking a plane and landing on Nice, then taking a train and going to Monaco, or Lando picking him up and going to him to his apartment.

He loved going there, feeling like if it was a small rest on his week, staying on a spare room and going to the golf club the next day. He even liked to play some video games with him on his gaming room that now has a simulator thanks to Lando's brother.

But lately, the reason he was going to Monaco wasn't to see his friend. It was to try to find that girl he saw once. The girl that drove him crazy a whole night and never saw again.

It was a hot day in Monaco, just as in England. Lando asked him and the rest of their friends to go to Monaco to spend some days with them, planning of going to the golf club, to the beach and even renting some cars and doing a trip around.

The day he landed on Nice, he was alone. Tom, Martin and Oliver were going to arrive the next day. When he walked out if the airport he sighed looking around with no sign of Lando's car around.

"Fucking muppet" he frowned looking at his phone, a text Lando sent minutes ago saying he couldn't make it to the airport in time and asking him to go on train there.

He walked where the trains were waiting, running to buy a ticket and then going to the train as fast as he could before it disappeared. He was holding his suitcase, not noticing how a girl that was passing by and crashing on her.

"Ow..." she groaned when she fell on the floor, rubbing her butt. "You have two eyes to use them, you know?"

He was surprised. The first thing he wanted to do was help her stand up, but she already was doing it before he offered her his hand.

"I'm sorry" he frowned, but she just walked away to the same train he was going to catch.

Max sighed, getting inside the train and sitting on the chair he had assigned after placing his suitcase on the shelves on top of the chairs. Then he saw that girl again, looking at her ticket and then around.

"Please don't sit with me, please don't sit with me" he begged internally, looking at his feet.

He heard how her steps stopped and sighed relieved, looking up again. But how unlucky he is, noticing that she was sitting next o him at the other side of the train.

"How nice" he thought, sarcastic, burying himself on the seat and deciding that the best he could do now was listen to music to distract his mind.

The journey to Monaco wasn't long, it was only some stops before he had to stood up and grab his suitcase if he didn't want to miss the stop. He had it planned, some minutes before the speaker announced the arrival to Monaco, he would stand up and take the suitcase calm, walking towards the door.

But the moment he saw her standing up too and putting her backpack on her shoulders, he swallowed thickly, paying attention to his movements and making sure he doesn't fuck up again. And because of that reason he nearly missed the stop.

When he walked out he saw her disappearing behind the corridor doors, walking away with that ponytail and that summer dress. After that moment, he never saw her again, something that made him really relieved.

But the rest of the day was like if something was stuck in his brain. Those words were repeating again and again in his head, making him feel more stupid as time went by. He couldn't even listen to Lando thanks to that woman that insulted him and a really intelligent way.

"Earth to Max, you here?" Lando smirked waving his hand in front of his eyes.

"Uh? Ah, yeah, yeah" he frowned shaking his head, the image of that woman disappearing from his mind. "A little tired, that's all"

A party. Yeah, maybe that's what he needs. Distract himself and drink, have fun with his friends.

The plan was perfect. They were going to the club on a cab, because they were planning to drink. Lando already reserved a VIP zone, a big menu of drinks and even asked the DJ to let him play something. It was a night to have fun.

But still, that summer dress was playing with his mind. Those words were disturbing him.

"Oi, blind man" he heard close to him, making him look around to find that smirk.

"You" he frowned.

"I couldn't imagine I could find you here" she said smirking. "I didn't knew blind people can come to clubs"

"I-" Max frowned looking at her surprised. "I'm not blind!"

"You are not? Then which finger am I showing you?" she smirked, showing her the middle finger of her right hand.

"Oi, that's rude" Max exclaimed laughing, making her laugh too. "I'm Max"

She smiled and held his hand, shaking it and stepping close to him to whisper her name on his ear, just pulling away fast and making him breathe her perfume with her movement: something fruity, then floral and then vanilla. All in one.

That scent got stuck on his nose the rest of the night. He tried to find her again, going to the dance floor and looking to the bar. He tried to get close to some girls that had the same hair as her, but she wasn't there.

"Max, are you okay?" Lando asked him patting his back, smiling a little drunk already.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine" he nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd again.

"Did you lose something?" he smirked.

"A girl that calls me blind" he thought.

Then he saw her again, and whatever Lado was telling him just got mute, everything he could focus on was her smile and how she was dancing with a group of girls and a man behind her, getting too close to her.

"Hold on" Max frowned, leaving his drink on the table and walking towards her, having a better view of how that man was rubbing himself against her while she tried to push him away. That made his blood boil. How can someone be that disgusting?

"Hey babe" he said quickly, maybe the alcohol helping him to talk confident. "Here you are, I have been searching you for a while already"

She looked up at him, shocked, but soon that gaze turned relieved after recognizing him. She leaned against him when Max wrapped an arm around her waist, looking at the man frowning.

"Can you explain me what were you doing with my girl?" He frowned, holding her closer and looking at that guy. If looks could kill, he would be already six feet under ground.

He didn't have an answer sicne the gross man walked away groaning. Max'hand didn't leave her waist, and she just smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"That definitely proofs that I'm not blind, hm?" he smirked looking at her.

"Oh yeah, definitely" she laughed standing close to him.

The rest of the night he was with her. He didn't though about Lando at the other side of the club, who maybe was searching for him or that already went home after having too much drink for himself. But Max didn't care to be left behind, he was with her, dancing and having fun, standing close and never daring to kiss each other even if their eyes were begging the other to do that.

It was the moment he walked with her to the door of her hotel when he took the first step, cupping her cheeks and connecting their lips on a kiss. He could smell her scent, that sweet scent he couldn't stop thinking about during the night.

"Come with me" she whispered on his lips, not wanting to pull away.

And he went with her. Of course he went, it was like if she put a spell on him, maki g him follow her lime a lost puppy needing protection.

She was so beautiful, so absurdly beautiful on top of him, moving slowly while he ran his hands on every inch of her skin, wanting to memorize every mark, every curve, how her skin shines with the sweat, how her breasts fit perfectly on his palm. How the hell someone as her can fit him so perfect?

"Max" she moaned in his ear, and the way she said it got stuck forever on his mind.

The next morning she wasn't there in the bed. He woke up alone, with the memory of his missing half and the scent of her perfume on his skin and clothes.

It was a nice day. He went with Lando to the golf club with Alex and Charles and after that they just went to a restaurant to have lunch all together.

Max felt like that day was different, special. Something inside of him was telling him that something good will happen that day, and that kept him anxious, awake, in alert. Maybe he will have a call telling him that he will drive again? Or that one of his kittens peed on his bed. Maybe it's something insignificant and he's anxious for nothing.

"Mate, are you okay?" Lando frowned. "I swear, every time you come here is like you are at the edge of a panic attack"

He laughed nervous, brushing away what his friend said, and focused on his lunch.

And then he heard it. That voice, that laugh. He looked up and was immediately blinded by the sun.

"Hey, blind man" she said looking at her side, finding the man she bumped into months ago.

"This time I'm blinded" he laughed. "By your light"

"How cute" she smiled looking at him, biting her lip.

"What the fuck?" Lando gasped confused. "Who are you and what you did with my best friend?"

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[lnlightning81]

The Drivers - Part 1

Series Title : Younger Sister (TBC)

Summary: Being Lando Norris' sister made it surprising that it was one of your only visits to the paddock. Ollie made sure to introduce you to all the drivers and show you about.

Pairing/s: Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader, Lando Norris x Sister!reader , Grid x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 1.2k

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It wasn’t exactly hard being Lando’s sister, especially when you hardly went to races. Silverstone just never matched up with when you could take holidays from your part time job and the break from school but now you were close to finishing high school and had left your part time job to travel with Lando -with him paying for literally everything because what else should brother’s do?- 

The last couple of days of school and you finally decided it was time for you to change your phone wallpaper back to your favourite picture of yourself and Lando. When Lando got moved into F1, you changed your phone wallpaper back to a less obvious picture of yourself and Lando, so you didn’t get people wanting to be your friend just because of Lando. 

Now you were at the first race you had been to in a long while -Silverstone- sat in the Mclaren garage just wanting to annoy Lando as a little sister should do but he was interviewing and you didn’t want to be in front of the camera. That’s when you saw Max walk past the garage alone. Max was basically a brother he’d been about since as long as you could remember. 

“Max” you called before jumping on his back 

“Missing LN, are we?” He asked, and you nodded 

“Lan left me in the garage alone” you pouted, and he chuckled 

“What are you going to do when you’re the only one with him?” He asked, starting to walk again. 

“Where are you going?” You asked him, resting your head on his shoulder 

“Going to find your brother to return his property” He joked, and you slapped his arm. Max laughed as he walked to the media pen, stopping next to Lando and dropping you onto the floor 

“Your property, I believe” Max tapped your head before walking away

“Lan I’m bored” You whine, and his PR manager laughed 

“You didn’t bring anything to keep her entertained?” His PR manager asked 

“I thought she’d find some random F2 driver’s girlfriend to talk to, but obviously not” I pouted, shoving him away 

“I don’t know if they’re just random people or girlfriends and family” You shrugged, and he nodded 

“Fair point, I guess. Come on I’ll introduce you to Ollie he’s over there” You nodded, following behind him as he walked away, gripping onto his wrist 

“Y/N no one’s gonna kidnap you” He laughed, and you gripped his wrist tighter

“But it’s so busy, and I don’t know where I’m going” You whine as he comes to a sudden stop, causing you to bump into his back. 

“Ollie” the older sibling smiled at the younger boy, who was just happily sipping on his drink

“Oh hey Lando. Y/N” He smiled, looking up 

“Hey” You smiled back at him

“You already know Ollie?” Lando questioned, and you nodded

“I’ve not been avoiding Formula racing all together or living under a rock” You shrugged

“And he knows you?” Lando looked between the two of you.

“Ollie follows me on instagram. I became quite the popular girl at school” You giggle thinking back to prom when you were being questioned on how you were now followed by not only Lando but Oliver Bearman. What Lando didn’t need to know is that you two were secretly texting and had plans to go for ice cream after his sprint race while Lando was doing whatever practice. 

“Okay well bye. I’ll see you in an hour” Lando walked away, and that’s when it became awkward 

“You’ve definitely not been to a race in a while” Ollie chuckled, taking your smaller hand in his larger hand and moving you out of the media pen.

“They’re scary. There’s always so many people here, and I never know who I’m allowed to be talking to” you pouted 

“Come on I’ll introduce you to the drivers, some of them anyway” Ollie led you back into the paddock and in between all the different motorhomes starting with Ferrari as he was meant to be in there anyway.

“We’ll start with Ferrari because at least if you get lost, you can’t miss the bright red” He grinned, leading you inside and over to a couple of people talking. Charles and Carlos. You obviously knew who the drivers were. They just didn’t know who you were. 

“Done with your interviews?” Charles asked, and Ollie nodded

“Yeah, I finished those. Now I’m showing Y/N about the place” He smiled as both the Ferrari drivers looked at you. 

“Girlfriend?” Carlos asked, and Ollie shook his head as you laughed 

“Lando’s sister. I don’t know how I ended up with her” Ollie replied, and you looked up at him slightly offended

“Lando’s sister?” Charles repeated, and you nodded 

“Lando has another sister?” Carlos asked. 

“We didn’t meet while you were teammates. I was still quite busy with school. It’s been my first race for a while. I don’t know many people here” you replied as he nodded slowly 

“You look like Lando, to be honest” Charles tilted his head 

“It’s the curls” You shrugged as Ollie took your hand again 

“Next garage” He cheered, pulling you out. You gave a polite wave to the Ferrari drivers as Ollie pulled you to the Red Bull garage. You knew Max. When you stayed with Lando during holidays or lockdown, he would stream with Max. 

“Hey Y/N” Max smiled, wrapping you in a hug

“Finally! A familiar face” You hummed hugging him back 

“What happened to me introducing you to everyone?” Ollie asked, and you smiled, turning to look at him as you pulled back from the hug 

“Max and Lando are like best friends. Lando has a thing about people called Max” You joked as Max Fewtrell walked up behind you

“What about us Max’s?” He asked, causing you to jump and let out a scream 

“Bog off Max” you replied 

“Ohh not the Tracy Beaker line” He joked, and you rolled your eyes. Both Lando and Max still had a thing about you swearing, not like you were legally an adult, so you resorted to saying ‘Bog off’

“Are you lost? Do I need to carry you back to Lando”? He asked, and you shook your head

“Ollie is showing me about and introducing me to different people” You smiled, and he nodded, ruffling your hair 

“Well P is lost, so I’m gonna go find her. Be safe” Max walked off as Checo joined 

“Ah Checo this is Lando’s youngest sister Y/N” The Dutch man introduced you, and you smiled at Checo 

“Nice to meet you” you hummed, looking at Ollie for help. Checo and Lando weren’t exactly the best of friends. 

Ollie continued to introduce you to different drivers until it was time for him to return you to Lando - that was Lando’s words - so now you were following Ollie back to the Mclaren garage. He stopped outside, and you smiled at him 

“Thank you for showing me about” You thanked him, and he nodded

“Are we still up for ice cream tomorrow?” He asked, and you nodded 

“We are. But you’re coming to me. I still don’t know where I’m going” you replied 

“Then I’ll meet you outside here?” You smiled with a nod as Lando walked out the garage 

“Home time” He cheered, and you laughed, waving bye to Ollie as Lando walked you out of the paddock as he talked to Oscar. 

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[eccentricwritingbaby]

baby finn series, babysitting and date nights

series list - house divided - bedtime stories - sneaking onto stream

lando norris x mom!wife!reader

summary - uncle carlos comes over to babysit finn as you and your husband enjoy a night out. 

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when lando had finally turned the latch of the lock to your shared home, he let out an exhausted sigh. he had been in the sim all day with a long road ahead of him in order to secure a win. he was drained. he had been there the entire day, missing dinner and almost missing bedtime. all he wanted was to hug his young son, kiss his beautiful wife, and take a long hot shower. the universe, however, had other plans. 

opening the door, lando was met with baby finn running circles around you in nothing but his diaper. you locked eyes with your husband and he could feel the exhaustion that you were exhibiting, too. finn wasn’t being bad, he was just being a kid. he had loads of energy that you and lando could usually keep up with in high spirits, but, work had been kicking both of your asses. you were both burning out.

“finn, honey, please it’s time for your bath,” you let out a sigh, bringing your hand up to brush the hair out of your face. lando walks over to assess the situation fully, bringing your tired body into his arms for a hug. you slump against him as he kisses your forehead and locks eyes with his son.

“finn. bath. now,” your husband puts his foot down and your son happily runs towards the bathroom, not grasping the exhaustion or irritation of his parents - thankfully. one thing neither of you ever did was push your problems onto your son, and you never wanted to. 

“thank you, i’ll head in there in a min-” you begin but your husband cuts you off with a kiss. 

“no, we agreed you’d take the morning, i’ll take bedtime. i’ve got this,” lando replies with a swipe to your bum. 

“but you look tired, love-”

“so do you. it’s alright, who knows? maybe finn’s innocent energy will rub off on me, eh?” you chuckle at his question and wordlessly nod before he continues, “go get ready for bed, i’ll call you right in,” one more smack to your bum and lando is heading into the bathroom to start his son’s nightly routine as you follow his polite orders to take care of yourself. 

around a half hour later, lando is calling you into finn’s room for a cuddle and a tuck into bed. as you arrive, you can see finn slowly losing his energy cuddled into your husband’s arms, letting out a yawn. 

“is my sweet boy tired?” you question towards your son, seeing lando nod his head yes as finn lets go of a quiet ‘so much mommy’. 

“i think he had a case of the late night zoomies,” lando lets out a laugh as he gently sets his son into bed, proceeding to get him comfortable under the blankets. you both then lean down, kissing his forehead, wishing him a good night's sleep, and reminding him you’d see him in the morning. after the lights are off and the door cracked a bit open, lando leads you down the hall towards your bedroom with a firm hand on your lower back. 

you collapse onto the bed in a huff once you enter, leading your husband to quietly laugh at you - still cautious of the sleepy boy down the hall. 

“i’m heading to shower, love. care to join?” lando offers with eyes wide and smile even larger. you grant him a feverish nod and begin to follow behind him eagerly as he giggles. 

once you were both stripped and into the steamy shower, lando’s body slumped against yours, his back being attacked by the hot water and his head resting on your shoulder. you run your hand gently through his wet curls as he lets out a deep sigh. 

“wanna talk about it?” you whisper into his hair. lando shakes his head and mumbles into your shoulder, “could you repeat that, love?” you giggle, shaking your shoulder a bit to move lando’s face out of your neck and into your view. his hands grip your waist as yours are guided to rest on either side of his face.

“i just want to relax, we haven’t had a day just us to relax, i miss my wife,”

“i miss you too but that’s the life of parents, lan. maybe if you had pulled out three year-”

“alright, alright,” he exclaims, “you don’t need to harp on my pullout game for me to get the picture” he laughs while reaching behind you to grab some body wash. 

“i do agree we need a small break, though,” you sigh, “work has been draining me, i don’t want it to affect finn,”

“ya know who’s in town next week, love?” lando’s eyes sparkle as he asks, prompting you to laugh and let out a shake of your head, urging him to continue, “carlos,”

-

“okay, bud. uncle los will be here very soon, do you remember what we talked about?” lando is on one knee, bent at your son’s level and looking oh so fine. his black button up with most of the top buttons loose, the dark pants to go with it and the chains dangling from his neck already had you worked up, but the adorable nature of his fatherhood? now that’s hot. 

“yes, daddy,” your son replies, you can tell he’s attempting to hold in his excitement as much as he can as he is almost vibrating due to his little bursts of energy. 

“can you tell me again, bubs?” lando holds onto his son’s hands, searching his eyes at an attempt to really have finn understand the importance. 

“um, say pwease and tank you!”

“very good, what else?”

“be nice,”

“good, bubs, anything else?”

“do what uncle los say?” finn adds his last answer with an unsure smile as he eyes his dad with a tilted head. lando chuckles at his son’s cuteness and kisses his head, nodding in confirmation for your son to listen to his babysitter for the night. 

“and help him out, baby. if he needs anything, okay?” you add on, making your entrance in the room known. lando looks over to you and it seems as if his heart stopped, but it hadn’t. if anything it was beating so fast it could've flown out of his chest. standing up from his position on the ground, he makes his way over to you, mouth agape, eyes raking your figure, and head slowly shaking left to right. 

“you look…” your husband drinks in your appearance again, eyes scanning you from head to toe, “absolutely breathtaking,” he finishes off, his right hand coming over to hold his heart. 

“thank you, my love,” you giggle a bit, stepping to him in order to plant a kiss to his cheek, “you clean up pretty nice, too,” you shoot him a wink, walking past him and towards your son. 

“thanks for walking away, dear. this view is much better,” lando lets out a chuckle, eyes not daring to drift from your ass, until your head swivels - and he catches your smile.

“anytime, baby,” you laugh at his antics, leading him on as you bend over to grab your son, slower than usual. you hear a deep groan come from lando but before anymore comments were made, the doorbell rang throughout the home. finn drops from your arms, beginning his race to the door. 

“finn! wait until i open the door!” lando shouts, jogging over to where your toddler was attempting to reach the handle. 

“i big like you dada! i do it!” finn jumps again, trying with all his little might to reach the handle. lando comes behind him, scooping him up from behind and holding him near the handle and lock. 

“alright, go ahead big boy,” lando urges his son to open the door, and when he does, his excited shrieks are all that fill the house. 

“UNCLE LOS!” finn has wiggled out of his fathers’ grasp and already launched himself into carlos’ arms. 

“hola, pequeño,” the ferrari driver lets out with a chuckle. 

“i so excited you here!” finn is squirming up and down in carlos’ arms as the adults all just laugh at the adorable kid. lando pulls him out of carlos’ arms for one more brief chat about his behavior as you hand carlos the important babysitting list. 

“basically, it's all the numbers you don’t already have, like fewtrell and i think my mom, and then his schedule is here,” you continue briefing carlos as lando begins to stand and make his way back to you, “you don’t have to be too strict about this, just have fun,” you assure carlos at the end of the run through. 

“i’ve got it, you guys have fun. finn and i sure will,” carlos begins to usher you two out the door, a hyper-active three year old seemingly glued to his leg.

“call if you need anything, and i mean anything,” lando emphasizes to his friend.

“lando. it will be fine, you muppet. go enjoy your night with your wife, i’m going to catch up with mi amigo, finn, here,” at this point he is pushing you and your husband out the door and you both laugh at the door shutting in your faces. lando extends his arm for you to hold with a ‘m’lady’, and you both make your way to the restaurant. 

-

at the restaurant, the maître d' guides you to your table and lando proceeds to pull out the chair for you to take your seat. both now seated, he begin to ask what drinks to begin with, lando responding with his and you responding with ‘just a water, please’. walking away to fulfill your orders, lando spares you an odd glance.

“it’s our night off, love. you didn’t want to get a drink?” 

“no, just a water will do it for me,” you respond quick, your husband still eyeing you with oddity, “im glad we’re doing this,” you continue, reaching across the table to hold his hand in yours. 

“me too, a night just to ourselves was very needed,” he lets out with a smile. 

“i just hope our boy isn’t causing too much chaos at home,” you sigh, the waiter coming over to take your orders and drop off your drinks. lando just mumbles a ‘they’ll be fine’ almost to assure himself before placing his order. 

-

“vroom! vroom!” finn squeaks out on the floor, rolling his red ferrari cars around the living room. carlos joins in with a laugh, proceeding to hold his own decorated sainz55 car - finn’s most prized possession - and run it around their make-shift track. he quickly pulls out his phone to capture the moment and ease the parents minds.

“finn, look here! it’s for mommy and daddy, smile!” carlos instructs the little boy. finn looks up, letting out a huge smile and giggle, before crawling into the ferrari drivers lap. one more picture - a selfie this time - of finn clinging onto carlos’ neck, and carlos hits a quick send to his friends. 

-

“here, honey,” lando pulls his phone out and sends it your way in order for you to also see the adorable array of photos your babysitter had sent. 

“well aren’t they having fun?” you place a hand over your heart as you speak, too in awe of the little chubby cheeked smile staring back at you. 

“this was a grand idea,” your husband reiterates, putting his phone away into his pocket after typing a response back. you both share a look and a smile, before continuing your previous conversation and finishing your food. 

-

making it home a little past finn’s bedtime, you both didn’t know what you would walk into. bedtime was finn’s only struggle, therefore him being awake when you arrived home wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for what both you and your husband expect. 

except, when you walk in, your house is clean, quiet, and calm. carlos stands from the couch in order to greet the both of you, while you’re both scrambling to pick your jaws off the floor. 

“i’m assuming it went well?” you ask with a laugh while carlos brings you into a light hug.

“si, finn was a gentlemen. he passed out on the couch by seven and i just carried him into his room after that,” you and lando share a look of disbelief before carlos continues, “we played with some cars, ate some dinner, watched a movie, and he went down really easily,”

“can you move in?” lando pops the question into the conversation as carlos laughs off the request, “i’m serious, sainz,” your husband pushes again.

“did you two enjoy your night?” the ferrari driver ignores his friends jokes, directing his attention to you.

“we did, thank you so much for this, carlos,” you respond with a smile, “we really appreciate it,”

carlos gives you another hug goodbye and you begin to make your way towards finn’s room to check on him as lando walks carlos out, continuing his pestering of ‘how did you do it, mate?’ and ‘you don’t understand he hates bedtime’. 

you stand in the doorway of your son’s room for some time, admiring the sleepy boy all cozy under his racecar blankets. feeling a hand on your waist, you turn and catch your husband in a kiss. 

“let’s go to bed, love,” he offers once you break apart. you give him a silent nod, and you both make your way into your bedroom - lando stealing one last glance at your son. 

walking into your bedroom, you discard your heels and begin to unzip your dress.

“ah, ah,” lando stops your movements, replacing your hands on the zipper with his own, “allow me,” you giggle a bit as he continues to unzip your dress, letting it pool onto the floor. he pulls your back into him and begins to pepper your skin with sweet and sensual kisses as you blush in his hold, “we still need to make baby number two,” he mumbles into your skin while continuing his kisses. your body stiffens, lando feeling and understanding the tension releases your body and turns you to face him.

“what is it, y/n? do you not want another baby anymore?” he asks quietly, as if he’s scared of your answer.

“no, no. it’s not that,” you reply, head hanging down to stare at your feet.

“then what is it?” lando cups your chin in his hands with his question, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“it’s just that,” you sigh, searching lando’s eyes, “we don��t need to keep trying, if there’s already a baby on the way,”

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[4ln-stay8]

A stream full of surprises

✑ summary: you join Max for a stream that doesn’t go the way you expected to

✑ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

✑ autor’s note: so this is my first attempt on doing this so Im really sorry if it sucks

✑ warnings: some stuff might not be accurate but its a fanfic so just pretend

You sat nervously in front of the computer, joining Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream for the first time. You and Max had become close friends fast, thanks to your secret relationship with Lando Norris. Due to you being often alone for a few weeks in a row sometimes, you and Max often hung out when Lando was busy with Formula 1 commitments.

You were often busy studying to get your masters degree. You sometimes needed to stay behind on all the fun you could have by joining Lando and travelling with him but you needed to study so you could keep your scholarship.

“Hi guys! Welcome back to the stream! Today we have a guest who will be joining us, my good friend Y/N. Say hi to her chat!” said Max starting his stream.

The stream started surprisingly well. The chat didn’t payed much attention to you at first, even tho Max made sure that your presence is known. They were very busy trying to get Max to respond to their questions. It took them about 10 minutes to actually acknowledge your presence and then the hell got loose. The chat was flying with questions about who you were and why were you there. Speculations about the relationship between you and Max, people asking where Pietra was and why were you there instead of her were all you could read.

*Chatuser: who is that?

*Chatuser: where is P?

*Chatuser: is she your new gf?

*Chatuser: why is she here?

Max, being the lovely person he is tried very politely to respond to as many questions as he could.

“Guys, as I said, this is my friend Y/n and she will be joining us for today’s stream so be nice chat”

To your surprise, the stream went pretty smoothly from then on. As you chatted and laughed on the stream, the chat kept buzzing with speculations about you and Max being more than just friends. With each new viewer the subject of who you were and what was your business with Max kept repeating over and over again. You then started to blush at the comments, unsure of how to respond.

You weren’t used to being in the spotlight, one of the reasons why you and Lando were keeping things a secret. Unlike them, you weren’t trained to respond in front of cameras, how to respond to personal questions as politely as possible without actually answering them. You were totally unprepared and in that exact moment you hated yourself for letting Max convince you to join him.

You strongly disagreed to his proposal about the stream, not even Lando could convince you to join him but after Max repeatedly asking for you to join you changed your mind and agreed to do it.

Don’t get me wrong, there was nothing you wanted more than to stream with your boyfriend. Seeing him become a chaotic storm, watching his eyes light up whenever he would get a sub or have fun. There was nothing more you wanted that to hear his loud laughs and frustrated screams whenever he was gaming. You wanted to be a part of it but you couldn’t.

You were a very shy and awkward person around strangers and knowing there were thousands of people watching you didn’t sound pleasing to you, but you wanted to change that. You wanted to become more comfortable in front of the camera so you could be all the way in, in your relationship. You wanted to be more comfortable with the fans before you would announce your relationship with Lando and join him around the world. You wanted to make sure they liked you.

Meanwhile, Lando was on his way home from the airport, having just returned from the last race weekend of the season. He got bored on the uber drive and he decided to tune into Max's stream to see what was he getting up to. He was surprised to see his girlfriend on the screen. He often tried to convince you to join him on the streams but you just didn’t agree with him. He didn’t want to push you to do it knowing how shy you can get but what he didn’t understand was why did you accepted Max’s offer instead of his. He just stood there, surprised and confused, watching in silence as the chat filled with ship names and teasing messages about you and Max.

His jealousy flared, and he couldn't help himself. When he finally arrived home, he payed the driver, quickly took his bags and he burst into the house. He left all his things by the door and ran to the room you were in. He opened the door loudly, surprising both you and Max, causing you to jump in your seat.

Lando didn't waste a moment. He quickly approached you without saying a word. When he got in front of you, he cupped your face and he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on your lips right in front of the camera. The chat went wild, emojis and exclamation marks flooding the screen. Everyone was stunned not knowing what the hell was going on.

*Chatuser: what just happened?

*Chatuser: did lando just kissed y/n?

*Chatuser: 😱

You were petrified at first, your eyes wide as you tried to process what was happening, but then you slowly melted into the kiss, your hand finding its way to the back of Lando's neck. You missed the way his lips felt on yours, the way his hands cupped your face, his thumb slowly brushing your cheek. You were addicted to his kiss. You were addicted to him. It was a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity in front of thousands of viewers. Time just stopped whenever he was near you.

When you finally pulled apart, Lando realized what he had just done. He looked at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks as he was trying to think his next move. He chuckled nervously and helped you to your feet, settling you on his lap as he took your place in front of the camera.

"Hey, everyone," Lando began, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I guess I should explain what just happened." He glanced at you, who was still blushing furiously. You got all shy and he knew it.

“So as you most likely saw, I kissed Y/n. Well that would be scandalous in different circumstances but the truth is that Y/N and I have been dating for the past year. Well, I hope we still are after that stunt I pulled” he said chuckling and he looked at you for reassurance.

“We decided not to make it public due to the fact that Y/N gets a bit shy around strangers and I wanted to make sure that she is as comfortable as possible in this relationship.” He said giving you a small smile

The chat went crazy about all that was happening. Not only did they witness a very private and intimate moment between the two of you, but they also got to see the way Lando looked at you while he was trying to explain the situation.

*Chatuser: the way he looks at her trying to make sure she’s comfortable 😫

*Chatuser: can they be any cuter?

*Chatuser: God it’s me again…

Max was sitting quietly next to you, only making his presence known with small chuckles as he read the chat. He patiently waited for you to finish your conversation before he could actually start teasing his dear friend.

You stayed quiet as well, giving small smiles to the camera trying not to seem rude. You read the comments as well, smiling even wider as you saw how nice and accepting the fans were to you so you decided to make your presence known by teasing your boyfriend.

You leaned in and whispered to Lando, "You couldn't handle the chat teasing us, could you?"

Lando laughed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I guess not," he admitted. “ You know I don’t like sharing whats mine” he said playfully.

You looked at him amused and decided to keep teasing him. “I mean, Max is quite charming today I’m not gonna lie” you made a small pause looking at the way his brows frowned “…but you know I only got my eyes on you, right?

You smiled looking at him, your heart swelling with love. You just adore him in ways you didn’t even know that was possible until you met him.

He looked at you with love in his eyes, trying to memorise the way you look, and answered with a simple “I know my love! I only got my eyes on you as well” he said lovingly.

The chat continued to explode with comments, but now it was filled with hearts and messages of support for the couple. Max, who had been silently watching the whole exchange, grinned and gave them a thumbs-up.

“You know guys, if I knew I had to watch you being grossly cute again I wouldn’t have let Y/n join me” said Max earning a light slap on the shoulder from you.

“Oh shut it Max… It’s not like you don’t do the same” you said rolling your eyes giggling at how chill your friend was.

“So what are we gonna do know?” Asked Max trying to change the subject while it was still in a respectful state.

“How about you guys go play something while I’ll go find P?” You said slowly standing up from Lando’s lap ignoring his protests.

“Fine we will play something. You can go and gossip with P now but first give me a kiss” said Lando trying to look as cool as possible.

You leaned in and pecked his lips one more time before slowly walking towards the door. Lando groaned as he didn’t got the kiss he was hoping for, making you giggle.

The boys went back to the stream playing games and causing chaos as they usually do while ypu and P enjoyed some quality talks while drinking some tea.

You never would’ve thought that this would be the way the world would find out about your relationship and you definitely didn’t expect the fans to be so nice about it. At the end of the day you were really grateful that Lando did what he did knowing that you now could stop hiding your love.

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