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lilghostiequinni · 7 days ago

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on top of the world

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: some special moments with your boyfriend after he wins the british grand prix. (2.6k)

a/n: idk how i feel about the ending but it’s about time i finished up something for lando’s first silvo win <33

You feel like you’ve been running for ages.

You’re out of breath, huffing and puffing from running all the way from Stowe corner to the podium, and if you weren’t so damn over the moon for Lando, you’d tell him off for making his grandstand so far away from the pit lane. It also certainly doesn’t help that you’ve been crying since he’d crossed the finish line and the bucketloads of sweat you’ve got have started to make your mascara run into your eyes.

So really, you’re out of breath, emotional, and half blind from chemicals—but you’re happy. So, so, unbelievably happy and proud of him that nothing else matters.

He’s won Silverstone. A dream he’s had ever since he was a kid just gaining his bearings in a kart. The dream he’s told you about more than once as you’ve laid in bed together at night. One day I’ll win it, he’d say, right before he drifted off to sleep with his nose buried in your hair.

You get to the barriers just as his car pulls up to the P1 stand, and honestly, you stay back. It isn’t your place to be the one to congratulate him first, seeing as he’s got his team and his family there as well. He’ll get to you when he does, and you’re okay with it. That’s the way it should be.

Plus, it gives you time to make sure you don’t look like an absolute mess when he finally does lay eyes on you.

Off to the side, you’ve found a pocket of free space away from the crowd of McLaren papaya, a little bit of breathing room that you sorely need. You may have been to your fair share of races, but getting used to the sheer amount of people around all jostling for attention is something you have yet to master.

Lando knows this, which is why he clocks where you are instantly. Even before he jumps off the car after climbing out, he points at you and waves, like he’s bookmarking your exact location to come back to later.

And he does come back, after he’s finished jumping around with his team and hugging his mum and dad gratefully. He jogs over to you, and before you can say a word, vaults himself over the barrier separating you with the grace of a gazelle. (Okay, maybe he stumbles a little when his boots hit the ground on the other side, but you won’t say anything.)

Lando isn’t supposed to go beyond the fence, he knows that, but it doesn’t seem like he cares as he grabs you around the waist in a bear hug. The force of his embrace literally sweeps you off your feet. “Did you see? Did you see me?!”

“No, what happened?” You joke through tears, laughing. As if you hadn’t been watching him with laser focus for the whole weekend. You saw him. You’re damn proud of him. Lando huffs, and if you could see his eyes, you know he’s rolling them at you. “Of course I saw you! I’m so fucking proud of you, baby.”

“I did it!!!” He all but screeches, voice muffled by the helmet he still has yet to take off. He sets you back down on your feet, gloved hands traveling all the way up to cup your face. “No, wait, hang on.” Lando moves like he doesn’t know what to do next—hold you, or start taking off his gear.

The gloves come off and get tossed onto the ground, and then his hands are back on your cheeks, palms clammy with sweat and fingers trembling as he presses his forehead against yours. Your fingers catch the latch on the side of his visor, pushing it up to see him in the depths of his helmet, eyes crinkled with nothing but the sparkle of utmost happiness and pride of his monumental accomplishment.

“Hey, you in there,” You murmur, splaying your palms against the rough material of his suit. “You did great. How are you feeling?”

“I feel like I’m about to vibrate out of my boots! Or puke, I don’t know,” He says breathlessly. “I can’t believe I finally did it.”

“I can believe it.” You smile, hooking your arms over his shoulders. “You’re a force to be reckoned with, Lando Norris. Always have been, always will be.”

“You’re crying,” He notes, tilting his head. His thumb rubs under your eye gently but with purpose, wiping away the mascara smudged there the same way he always does when your emotions spill over.

“You’re not?” You let a watery laugh escape the back of your throat, sniffling loudly.

“No, I’m—I’m just really happy. I should be crying, shouldn’t I?”

“I think I’ve done enough for the both of us, honestly.”

Lando snorts. “Oh, how thoughtful of you!”

Hands pull at Lando from behind, voices telling him he has to get going or he’ll miss the podium ceremony. He fights them at first, still just gazing at you like you’re the best prize of them all. Like even if he did miss the ceremony, he wouldn’t care because he has you.

You’re the one to pull away first, knocking on the side of his helmet affectionately. “Go, baby. I’ll find you later.”

“Come with me.”

“I can’t!” You giggle, prying his hands away from you. “But you’ll see me when you get your trophy. I’ll be the one cheering at the top of my lungs.”

“Promise?”

“I promise! Now, go, or you’ll be late, okay?” Before you wave him off, you pull him back in, just long enough to press a kiss to one of the blobs above his visor. “I’m so proud of you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” He replies immediately.

It’s a thing you have with each other—one of you says I love you, and the other person always replies with ‘Love you more’. You don’t even really remember when it started, but it stuck. Lando calls the mantra his good luck charm, part of his pre-race ritual.

One time you were napping and in a different time zone, and forgot to say it to him the last time you’d talked to him. He refused to get in the car for FP1 until someone from the team could get you on the phone again.

Before you know, Nico has been called up to the podium, and the crowd (yourself included) goes absolutely crazy. You haven’t had the pleasure of getting to know him all that well, but finally getting the first podium of your career is no small feat.

Oscar steps up next. His race didn’t turn out as well as he’d hoped, but he takes his place gratefully. You make a mental note to make plans with him sometime over the two week break—go out to lunch, take a hike, anything. As proud as you are of Lando, Oscar is your friend too.

Then out comes Lando, beaming brighter than pure sunshine as he hops up onto that top step proudly, waving at everyone as he does so.

His eyes search the cheering crowd—searching, searching, searching until they find exactly who he’s looking for.

You.

He lights up even more than you thought possible, blowing a kiss down at you that you happily return with a kiss of your own. Like the absolute cheesy romantic goober he is, Lando pretends to catch it out of thin air, patting right over his heart neatly.

You roll your eyes at his actions, but you’ll look forward to poring over every single video and gif of the sweet moment later on social media.

For now, you just smile as the first notes of the British national anthem fill the air. There’s something about hearing the anthem here at home that really pulls to the surface everything you’ve been feeling, and you find yourself tearing up yet again.

Lando looks like he belongs right where he is, at the top step of every podium, and hopefully where he’ll find himself many, many more times to come. His head tips up towards the sky, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed.

You don't think any camera can catch the sheer pride and love for him in your eyes as you gaze up at him. You might even be crying again, you’re not sure.

Beside you, Cisca yells, “I love you!”, at the top of her lungs up at the podium, up at her baby boy, whose shoulders shake with hushed laughter at his mum’s outburst. He waves at her, chin tipping down towards his chest bashfully.

You’re chatting with one of Lando’s mechanics later on when you hear cheers start to echo through the crowd around you, and you turn to see Lando ambling down the pit lane, grinning widely with both trophies nestled in either arm. He passes them over to a crew member carefully to be circulated around the team for everyone to get a chance to admire them up close. His eyes find you rather quickly, but as he attempts to make his way over, with every step comes another person coming up to congratulate him, chat with him, take a photo with him.

You watch as he embraces each interaction with grace and humility, taking the time to have a conversation with each and every person when all he wants to do is be with you. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him, really—the way he is with other people. Thoughtful and welcoming and treating everyone he meets with kindness.

He finally gets to where you are and squints, chin tilting up. “What’re you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” You say, smiling softly. He raises a skeptical brow. “All this happiness looks good on you, that’s all.”

“Yeah?” Lando all but tackles you in a hug, caging you against his chest and keeping you there even when you wrinkle your nose at how sticky he is. How he still smells so good after sweating for two hours straight remains a mystery to you. “You look good on me.”

“Oh god, don’t ever pull that line again, please.”

Lando pouts. “What, you don’t like me anymore?”

“I like you plenty. I like you more when you’re not slinging cheesy pickup lines at me.”

“You’d rather I woo you with shiny things?” He waves at another team member, who brings the trophy back over to Lando and hefts it into his arms again. Lando cradles it like it's his baby, grinning widely at you. “How’s this for something shiny?”

“That thing looks like it weighs more than my head.”

“Dunno, babe, you've got a pretty big head.” He shrugs, skittering a few steps away with a gleeful cackle when you swipe at him offendedly. “Kidding! I’m kidding. You have a normal sized head and I love you, and if you hurt me you’ll have to answer to all of Britain!”

“Right, I forgot you were the people’s princess now.”

“Best believe it, baby!” He cheers, coming back to loop an arm over your shoulders. You let yourself be tucked into his side with little effort, rolling your eyes fondly as he presses a kiss to your temple.

You’ll smell of champagne now, maybe even have to change your clothes before you go out tonight if you have time, but it’s all worth it. As far as scents go, the smell of victory is one of the better ones.

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“I still can’t believe you managed to hurt yourself after the race.”

“Uh, actually, for your information, it wasn’t my fault!” Lando emerges from the bathroom with a towel thrown over his head as he vigorously rubs his hair dry, as if he’d interrupted his bedtime routine just to come tell you how wrong you have the facts. “A photographer fell on me, and it was an accident, so!”

“Maybe that’s why you’re called Lando.”

He whips off the towel to squint at you in confusion. “What?”

“Because people land on you.”

“Oh, that’s mean! That is so mean, and I hate you,” He whines, storming back into the bathroom huffily while you chuckle at your own joke.

Actually, no, you can’t even take credit for that one. You’d found it on Twitter as you were perusing people’s reactions to Lando’s win.

“I’m proper tired,” Lando informs you when he trudges back into the room a while later, the end of his statement already being consumed by a large yawn.

You’d both gone from the track straight to dinner with his family and all your friends, then off to a club for a little celebration that ran a little longer than anticipated. With little time to stop and fully relax until now, it’s safe to say you’re both knackered. Lando probably a little more so, you’ll give him that.

You open your arms from where you’re already nice and tucked into bed on your side, beckoning him into your embrace welcomingly without a word.

He perks up at the sight and scurries to go turn off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. You can hear his footsteps padding carefully across the room again, being sure not to stub his toe on the bedframe again, and then he flops into bed, wriggling around to get comfortable.

“Where are you?” He huffs, feeling around the empty space in the middle of the bed for you blindly. “This bed is too fucking big, I swear to—oh, there you are. Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Lan,” You giggle, letting him pull you towards himself.

He wastes no time in snuggling up to you for his mandatory pre-bedtime cuddle (his words, not yours), nuzzling his head comfortably on your chest like he always does, one arm thrown across your waist. Your fingers find their way into his freshly washed hair, scratching at his scalp, making him let out an appreciative sigh.

You aren’t sure how long you lay in the quiet, just that you can’t seem to fall asleep, your mind wide awake despite your body yearning for rest. The adrenaline from everything that happened today hasn’t quite fizzled out yet.

Lando shifts after a while, lips pressing just above the collar of the shirt of his you’d stolen to sleep in, voice sleepy and soft. “Your heart’s beating really fast. Are you going into cardiac arrest? ‘Cause I have to let you know, my CPR is rubbish. I may not have been paying attention in the team medical debriefs.”

“I’m not having a heart attack, don’t worry. I’m just…happy. Proud. Feels like I’ve said that a lot today but it’s true.”

“For me? You’re too kind, baby,” He hums. You can feel him smile against your skin. “What a thing, though. Winning at home. I don’t think it’s sunk in for me yet. Like, I’m happy, no doubt, but I still can’t believe it’s happened, y’know?” Lando props his chin on your chest to look up at you, pretty eyes bright even in the dark. “Gimme a few days, I’ll get there. But thank you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” You murmur, rubbing along his back gently. You’re expecting him to fight back, to tell you it isn’t possible for you to love him more than he loves you like he’s said so many times before, but there is only silence.

You squint at him and have to stifle a laugh, because in the three seconds it took you to reply, Lando had fallen asleep. Right where he is, head still propped up, but eyes closed and snoring softly already.

It seems fitting for both him and yourself; Lando to be taken by slumber instantly even though his head hasn’t hit a pillow, and you to lay awake beside him, admiring him in his bubble of peace after a day like this. Moments like these remind you that with all the rush and excitement that this life comes with, sometimes it really is just as simple as falling asleep with the one you love.

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lilghostiequinni · 11 days ago

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To Us

Main Masterlist Carlando Masterlist

Pairing: Fiancee!female reader x Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: There are days that you were top of the world with them because everything was like it was the first time you were seeing anything. What you never expected was to go to dinner that wasn't celebrating one of them but both of them and you, as a couple.

Requested: NO / yes

When you first started dating, you kept everything under wraps, not because you were embarrassed, but because you were not ready for the backlash that would be caused by the dating of not only one, but two drivers on the Formula One grid.

And while to the public they were best friends, with fans speculating that it was more, but it was just the hopes and dreams of Carlando fans, not the reality.

Behind closed doors, they were more than friends.

You were the perfect addition to their dynamic, and while you often harbored the feeling that you were third wheeling.

Both your boys would quickly squash those thoughts whenever they came up; they learned the tiny micro-expressions of your face and knew what you were thinking as soon as you started to think it.

Showering you in kisses all over your face, neck, shoulders, collarbone, and the top of your back.

They love you authentically and wholeheartedly, never giving you reason to doubt yourself and their love for you.

When it came out that you were dating both of them, there was backlash, there always would be, but there was also an overwhelming amount of support for the three of you.

You would go out to dinners celebrating one or both of them on a race win or as their girlfriend to an F1 or FIA dinner; there were also the birthday dinners and an anniversary dinner, let's not forget the random surprise dinners they would surprise you with.

You never really had a dinner that celebrated the three of you, sure, there were the few dinners you had, but three of the four anniversaries that you had were in busy weeks/weekends.

Lando and Carlos tried to make them as special as they could.

It wasn't that you wanted to show them off or get the expensive gifts; you just wanted to celebrate the love the three of you have in your relationship.

Lando and Carlos knew this; they could hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes, and they hated canceling on you when the three of you had plans.

But over the last several months, they both had a plan, and in order to keep that plan on track, they needed to avoid you, or they would tell you everything every time they saw the look on your face, every time they left your shared apartment.

One week before the dinner, as the boys started to call it amongst themselves, they decided they wanted to do a trip, well, a longer trip.

They had been planning on a trip that ended in a huge dinner with family after they asked her to marry them.

It was to be a three-day trip at first, but Lando quickly convinced Carlos that they, more specifically you, needed something longer than three days, especially with how much they had been canceling you, and Carlos quickly caved to him.

For a week, Lando and Carlos indulged you in whatever you wanted for the week while also keeping to the schedule of the things they planned for you in Sicily.

Then at the end of the week, they took you on a walk on the beach, not far from the restaurant that you were going to.

Lando let go of your hand first, and you looked at him to find him down on one knee, ring box in hand.

Then you looked at Carlos, and he was also down on one knee, a ring box of his own in hand.

You started crying at the scene, but they were happy tears.

You said yes, of course you said yes.

Afterwards, you went to the restaurant and saw your parents, well, actually, you saw everyone that mattered to you, Lando and Carlos.

While talking to your moms, you looked across the room to Lando, then to Carlos, and you smiled at them as you took a sip of your drink.

Your boys were amazing.

A/N: First in the 500 Follower ship poll.

Tags: @poppyflower-22 @samantha-chicago @barcelonaloverf1life @tallrock35 @ellen3101 @llando4norris @mcmuppet @issi-loves-dannyric @1800-love-me @barcelonaloverf1life @scopeiguess @01rrdbull @charli123456789 @smashcrabsblog @hadids-world @amz824 @taetae-armyyyyy @watermelonslut @wishesofficial @everythingf1 @sol3chu @gigicisneros @hellothere9597

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lilghostiequinni · 11 days ago

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>~< :o

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lilghostiequinni · 12 days ago

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Never Ending

Main Masterlist Max Masterlist

Pairing: Girlfriend!female reader x Max Verstappen

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: There was no end to his love for you, no end to his love for being with you. The more he knew you, the more time he spent with you, the more he knew the more he knew that he wanted you, wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

Requested: NO / yes

You were never actually supposed to be there the night he met you, but you now you didn't regret going that night at all.

Not like you did before the night started.

Max was doing some very much unwanted PR by going; he was absolutely bored before you walked in.

It took the two of you all but a week to actually start dating, fast for only knowing a guy for a week, but let's be honest, you and he felt this unstoppable fire for each other.

That fire never left the two of you throughout your entire relationship.

Each new thing that you told Max throughout your entire relationship, he treasured and remembered.

Like you preferred real cherries to artificial, or that you hated bananas for the texture, but loved banana bread and banana laffy taffy.

Because even though your relationship started fast, it wasn't void of love or patience.

It actually made everything more exciting with him because you didn't know everything about each other going into the relationship, and each meal was a journey into what you liked.

When you started to learn Dutch just to surprise Max, it was rather hard not to slip up or tell him.

And when you did tell him it wasn't some big fanfare, it was home in your kitchen, you just switched the language and waited for him to acknowledge that it wasn't English that you were speaking in but Dutch.

And it did take him a minute to register that he was speaking in Dutch and you understood him, not just that, but you were conversing and holding a conversation with him.

Some of your pronunciation could definitely use some work in some places, but that didn't matter; you learned Dutch just for him.

He wrapped you in a hug and shoved his head into your neck, continuously kissing the side of your neck and the top of your shoulder.

You chuckled and just told him that you loved him in Dutch, making him turn and kiss you fully.

You are his treasure.

And everything you do makes him fall in love with you even more than he did the day before.

A/N: Second in the 500 Follower Cele Driver poll. Just a little cutesy drabble, thought it was needed, especially after recent times.

Tags: @llando4norris @mcmuppet @issi-loves-dannyric @ellen3101 @barcelonaloverf1life @charli123456789 @amz824 @taetae-armyyyyy @diaryofarandomkid @everythingf1 @sol3chu @hadids-world

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lilghostiequinni · 12 days ago

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All in the Writing

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist LN4 One-Shots

Pairing: Singer! Swift!female oc x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: She was Taylor's sister, her little sister. It was a complete accident that he met her. But he never wants to be in a life without her again, and she never wants to know a world without him. Even her fans know she's found someone from her love songs.

Requested: NO / yes

You were backstage at one of your sister's shows, that's where you met him.

You were a singer in your own right, not using the fame of your sister to get credit, going as far as to create an entirely different name to not be associated, to earn your own right as a singer.

It had been years since the start of your career, and of course, people had found out that you were Taylor Swift's little sister, and yes, while that nickname did stick for a while, it also went away on its own as you never used your sister to get fame.

Even the haters couldn't deny what you had created for yourself, with no help from anyone, not even your sister.

While you didn't want to use the fame of your sister, there was no denying that people actually liked your songs, so when your sister went on her Eras tours, there were spots where you would be there performing with her.

Having started your own tour just weeks before her.

So that's where the story began with him.

Originally, Lando didn't want to go to the Taylor Swift concert, but Max had convinced him, saying he was a not-so-closet Swiftie, but also that he (max) didn't want to go alone with his girlfriend.

Lando, of course, went with him.

This is, of course, where you come in.

It was actually a show you were not supposed to be performing at, but where you were performing at on your own tour was just an hour's drive away.

So, you drove that hour just 3 before your sister's show, you weren't going to perform, but just watch.

And you did, you watched the first hour before you were collected by your sister's PA, more specifically Erica.

She had all but dragged you backstage at your sister's concert and told you that you would be performing with her, having outfits that you never got to use from earlier shows.

Just before you got on stage, you looked out into the crowd, and as you were scanning the crowd, you locked eyes with him.

Then your queue, you started to vocalize with what your sister was doing, strutting out onto the stage, only for you to again lock eyes with him as you did.

After that night, you never forgot the guy who got your attention at one of your sister's shows, but if we're being honest, you couldn't remember much about him, focused on his eyes rather than what he looked like.

Lando knew who you were, obviously, he was able to see who you were, but again what stuck in his head, what played over and over, and over in his head every time he tried to sleep was your eyes, the ones that never left him or when they did only seemed to be drawn to back to him.

His eyes never left you, and Max noticed this, having nudged him many times, only for Lando to look back at you.

So when Max again invited him, again, to come to a concert, Lando tried to back out of going, but Max, again, convinced him.

The first thing Lando noticed when they got to their destination was that it was your concert.

You saw him within minutes of the show starting.

Your eyes couldn't leave him for long afterwards.

At the break in your show, where you do a quick change, you met with your PA, Jamie, and you told him to bring them backstage when the show was over.

Jamie gave you a smirky smile and nodded just as he basically shoved you into position just seconds before the queue.

After the show, Lando, Max, and Pietra were led by Jamie backstage to where there were a select few fans waiting to meet you.

You walked out in a different outfit than what you ended the show in, signed some stuff, and took some pictures. By the time you got to them, there was no one else in the room, and Pietra was practically vibrating.

You smiled and talked to her, signing something and taking a picture.

Then you turned to Lando.

You asked his name and he told you.

From there, you can say the rest is history.

But the story doesn't end there.

No one other than a select few knew you were dating, then came the release of your new album, filled with love songs.

Some noticed at first, but one fan theory set off the catalyst that led to the discovery that you were dating someone, and eventually, the hard launch of who that was.

It all started with a fan theory that you were dating someone famous, giving evidence and backing to each possible answer, then there was the wild out theory that you were dating a Formula One driver.

At first, fans thought it was a one-off, then many other people and fans started to connect the dots.

You were at Grand Prixes, but were never mentioned in any part of the weekend.

It was the fans who were not looking for you exactly that would spot you.

The theory of you dating an F1 driver started to look more and more appealing, then came the photos of you with WAGs or the friends of drivers, but never with any of the drivers.

There was a list of who you were dating, and a fan even ranked the likelihood of which driver you were dating; Lando actually ranked low.

Then came Monaco, you were mentioned many times by everyone.

But after Lando's win, he walked right to you after taking off his helmet, kissing you like his life depended on it.

One conclusion can be drawn: Lando definitely saw the post that ranked him low on who you would date

And within hours, you both made posts about your relationship.

A/N: First in the 500 Follower Cele Driver poll. I am going to turn this into an SMAU over my break.

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lilghostiequinni · 13 days ago

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Girls are Better

Main Masterlist Nortrell Masterlist

Pairing: Streamer!female reader x Lando Norris x Max Fewtrell

Warnings: Fluffy

Summary: You stream for fun and money. It's how you met them, through playing games in tandem, getting good, and beating out most of the components when you knew the game and the best ways to play. Somehow, they always seemed to be in the same games as you, and you always seemed to beat them...

Requested: NO / yes

You don't know when it started exactly.

Just that one night, you were doing a long, late-night stream playing Tarkov.

You ended up being the one to kill both of them in the game.

After that night you hadn't given it much thought as to who they were as it was something you did normally.

You played with strangers and often beat them, most times not even getting their names other than their username handles.

So when your Twitter/X started blowing up and you started to trend did you notice that it was apparently a big deal to beat them.

Or at least to have played with them and not know who they are or something.

You didn't really know which it was, you were just playing til you got tired that night.

When Lando DMed you about playing again, purposefully and not by accident this time, you didn't think anything of it.

You played on their team rather than against them.

All was well.

Then this thing turned into a regular occurrence, not just a one-off thing.

And just gaming here and then became gaming almost every other day, then became taking outside of gaming, turned into video calls when you were hours apart from each other.

With Lando somewhere in the world, or Monaco, Max in England, and the occasional trip with Lando, and you living in Singapore for the current being, you have never met them outside of the screen.

Having moved to Singapore not long after getting your undergrad degree to pursue some of the universities there, wanting out from under your mother's thumb, while also going somewhere you wanted to.

You never actually asked them what they do; you never thought it would be relevant, just as they never asked you what you did for work.

Which was art designing and technical work through, basically, you helped design websites for a whole bunch of different things, and also solved the technical problems people had on their websites.

Basically, a fancy IT and web designer.

You had been living in Singapore for the last four years, and you knew of the F1 race that took place.

However, you never went, and it was usually around this time of the year that your mother demanded at least one appearance at some party that she was hosting, having avoided every other party she hosted throughout the year.

This year, though, you had attended a party for your mother the month before, so she wasn't bothering you about "public appearances," "what would the neighbors say?" and "oh, the scandal, my own daughter ran away to some island country."

This year, somehow, for some reason, just one week before the Grand Prix weekend, a package showed up in your mailbox.

It was a paddock pass to the Grand Prix; it was specifically to the McLaren garage for the weekend.

You didn't plan on going to the race, for the specific fact that you had absolutely no idea what was going on.

That is, until both Max and Lando asked if you were going, so that they could finally meet you in person.

When you first started trending for playing with them, you never actually looked up who they were, just thinking that they were popular gamers on Twitch or something.

But it was the Grand Prix weekend that changed everything, when you learned the truth, which admittedly wouldn't have been that hard to find if you looked.

After that weekend, you saw a lot more of both men, and you couldn't get enough of either.

They simultaneously changed your world.

And there was nothing that would change that, and nothing that you wanted to change it either.

A/N: Winner in the 400 Follower Cele ship poll. Did I google a game and the choose the basic one? Yes, yes I did.

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lilghostiequinni · 13 days ago

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Pairing: F1 Commentator!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy, None

Summary: You comment on the highs and lows of an F1 race, but you also talk to the drivers, it's not long before fans start to notice how Lando's gaze lingers when his near you or when you walk by.

Requested: NO / yes

You and Lando had started dating just a year into his career in Formula One, but you broke up just a year later because you were both to busy to try an keep up with your relationship.

But the both of you still had feelings for each other even after the break up and it wasn't until 2023 that you saw each other again.

You were just a lowly intern for F1 as a commentator and he was still a driver at McLaren.

Through the 2023 season you reconnected with each other and started dating again going into the last few races of the season after summer break.

It was over winter break going into the 2024 season that you got a promotion from intern to one of the lead commentators of the sport.

It was throughout the 2024 season that people first started to notice that Lando would get distracted from whatever he was doing when someone passed by.

They hadn't quite figured out who the someone was as the season came to a close and no announcement as to who it was either, with Lando not confirming that he was in relationship or not.

When the 2025 season came to a start there was no lingering glances that were filmed on accident by any of the camera crews, with many fans thinking that it was a fluke of the season or that it was only some intern that no longer worked around the sport.

The truth?

The truth to not having these many filmed lingers in on you was that you were never in the same place at the same time, not for the first four races anyway.

Fans started to think that the lingering glances were something gone with the end of the 2024 season, such as that as many things Lando did after Miami.

But then Saudi Arabia happened.

His qualifying crushed with one mistake that he couldn't predict.

It would make him go the media pen earlier than thought, making for him to see you commenting and talking with some of the other commentators on the current qualifying session.

You were walking with them in front of the media pen and he watched you as you passed.

He had noticed he had been caught when his media babysitter, as he often referred to them as when he was talking to you, had nudged him to answer the question and the interviewer had looked behind them also.

But you had already passed so the interviewer didn't see who he was looking at and just thought he was staring into space after the quick end to his qualifying.

When fans seen this lingering stare, they had hope that the longing, lingering stares were back, but that hope was quickly crushed as both the race media pen interview and the interviews of the beginning of the Miami weekend had come with no lingering stares.

Then came the media pen interviews of the Sprint race in Miami, when you decided to pop in just for a quick little congratulations to him and a good luck on the qualifying session ahead.

When you left, he stared those lingering stares that caught fans attention.

It wasn't until Monaco that people caught that he was watching you as you passed or even if you were in his per feral that he would immediately turn to look in you direction.

Some of the more FBI investigator like fans looked into and developed theories of who he was watching and it wasn't until cheeky Lando decided to like on of the comment threads that said he was watching you.

Then the internet imploded with fan theories about your relationship with Lando and who the two of you know each other.

By Britain, it was unofficially confirmed that it was you the Lando not only watched with his lingering stares but also that it was you he was dating.

It was just that nothing was from either of you that confirmed that you and Lando were dating.

Then Lando won in Great Britain.

Lando won his home race.

Then after the win Lando made a post on his account about the win and he also apparently found the password to his jpg account cause he also posted about his win on that account too.

But what no one was expecting was for there to be a hard launch at the finish line and in the photos he posted.

Then you also posted about the win and your relationship, just full hard launch.

There was no attempted soft launch from either side and its not like he even gave you the option to soft launch with how he ended the congrats after getting out of the car.

He was talking to his mom when you walked up beside her, smiling at him as you did.

He looked at you then took his helmet off right there an all but dropped it to the ground as he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

A couple more pecks later and he was leaving to do the podium and media duties, but this time the fans were also supplied with the first interview of Lando's as a British Grand Prix with you as his interviewer.

A/N: From the 400 Follower Cele This or That poll technically lost, but I just liked this idea and wanted an even number from the celebration.

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