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this slump is rough but slowly and surely im getting over it LMAO

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toto Wolff concert part 3? 🥺

GUYS SOUND THE ALARM!! I DID THE THING!!!

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And The Winner Is... | T. Wolff (pt III.)

pairing: Toto Wolff x reader

summary: tickets? secured. outfit? set. now, it's time for the big day! first thing on the list: securing a good VIP number at a good...like...four in the morning

warning: age gap! suggestive, uhh yeah i think that's it?

fc: none!

a/n: we're like, sort of back???

wc: 2.2k

part 1 | part 2 | current

Teaching Toto proper concert etiquette in a world where concert culture has become so toxic was surprisingly a lot easier than you had thought. Then again, it seemed the Austrian hasn’t been to many concerts in his life which was a bit of a shock but thinking more on it Toto has always been more of a party guy when he’s not at work, so, it made sense. Still, you were over the moon while quizzing Toto for the past couple of days and him answering the questions correctly. Now was time for the hardest part of it all.

Getting a good number in the VIP line.

Honestly, you thought you’d be doing a mini camping trip before VIP was opened by yourself. It’s not like it’s your first time. Hell, you’ve camped out of the box office for some artist so this was going to be a breeze. You have your concert camping backpack which consists of a blanket, your phone, iPad, headphones, sweatshirt, snacks, and water. You were dead set on soloing it and having Toto meeting you about an hour beforehand so you two could have numbers right after one another. You were explaining this to Toto at 3:55 in the morning as you tripled checked your backpack. Turning to Toto, you blinked seeing Toto groggily tossing the covers off of him.

“What are you doing?”

“...Getting dressed?”

“Why?”

The two of you stare at each other like the other grew three heads before finally Toto speaks, “To join you?”

“Oh.” You look surprised.

“Why do you look surprised?”

“It’s just usually I go by myself so,” you explain as you shrug softly. 

Toto stares at you in slight shock. “What?” He asks, “why would I go back to bed while you’re going to be camping outside the stadium. At,” he checks his phone, “4 in the morning? By yourself?”

“Oh well, I just..thought you wouldn’t want to join me. Honestly, I didn’t expect you to wake up.” You admit.

Toto makes his way over to you while looking down at you. “Schatz,” he murmurs softly, lifting your chin to look at him. “Why wouldn’t I want to go with you? Yes, it is early in the morning for a bracelet.” Toto starts. “But, this is something you do often and this is something you enjoy. I told you before and I will tell you again. I don’t care what we’re doing, if it makes you happy and well it’s safe, I want to be there with you for the experience. Besides, if you think I am letting you sit on a sidewalk for roughly…” he pauses, “five hours? On the sidewalk? In public? By yourself? While I’m at home sleeping? Absolutely not. I would much rather be cranky outside knowing you’re safe than tossing and turning constantly checking your location to make sure you’re safe and yes, I know you’ve explained that other people will also be camping for…will call and these bracelets but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go by yourself. Not while I’m here.” Toto kisses your forehead, “now let me get change and we can go.”

You stare up at Toto and you swear you’re about to cry. You’ve never had a partner that actually wanted to camp out for concerts before. Hell, most of your ex’s didn’t even want to go to a concert with you unless it was the artist that they liked. Not once has anybody actually been willing to do stuff like this with you though Toto had completely proven you wrong. Truly, you weren’t sure how you scored so god damn lucky with him but you will be fucking damned if you fumbled this relationship. “Okay.” 

It takes Toto about five minutes to get dressed once you reassure him that he can go in sweats. That probably wasn’t the best decision because even though it was so early in the morning, your eyes were drawn to the gray sweatpants that Toto was wearing as the two of you made your way to the arena. You swore he did it on purpose as a minor punishment for deciding to go out so early in the morning to camp out. Though, was it really a punishment?

“Oh my god,” Toto whispers as you two walk up to the arena. There’s a line that was already halfway down the venue. Judging by all the times you’ve done this, you estimate that a good 100 people have already lined up. “Is this the line we’re getting on?” Toto asks, looking at you both in shock and horrified.

“Oh, no,” you laugh gently, “that’s the box office line. Those are the folks that don’t have tickets and are trying to score tickets for tonight’s show.”

“Didn’t you say that it was sold out?”

“I did because technically it’s true. According to online, the show is sold out. Though they don’t sell all the tickets. They save some for box office and other tickets go out to different like…charities and companies that do like a lottery deal,” you explain as you two walk past the line and round the corner. You keep walking as you see some barricades set up. You start going through the winding path spotting before putting your things down. “This is where we go and we’re even the first ones in line,” turning to Toto, “do you want to get coffee or anything? I ca–”

“I’ll get it,” Toto cuts you off, “just text me your order.”

“I thought you didn’t want me being out here by myself,” you tease gently with a smile as you put your backpack down and dig through for your blanket.

“I did but there’s a local coffee shop that’s 24 hours just up the block. Besides, I feel a bit better knowing there’s a line of people around the corner in the off chance something does happen, you can go there.” Leaning down, Toto kisses your cheek, “I’ll be back.”

You smile and nod as you settle down on your blanket texting Toto your order before taking your iPad. Opening Netflix, you toss on some trashy reality tv show you had downloaded while you waited. You look up when Toto comes back, smiling as you accept your iced coffee. You adjust your iPad when Toto sits so the two of you can watch, curling into his side as you both silently watch. 

Though about halfway through the third episode, you let your eyes wander back to the gray sweatpants that Toto was wearing. You couldn’t help but stick your tongue out slightly to wet your lips as you let your mind wander. It was a rare sight to see Toto in sweatpants out in public and you knew damn well why. Man was already tall and hot with an accent but add in a great dick and know how to use it too? Man was lethal and everyone’s wet dream and suddenly you sorta regret not sticking to your guns because you didn’t need to fight all these girls off but you would just to prove a point.

“Schatz?”

“Hm?” You hum while still staring at Toto’s crotch for a moment before looking up at Toto. 

Toto leans into your space smirking slightly, “Is there something distracting you?”

By some miracle, you hold your ground even though your breath hitches slightly. You force yourself to keep his gaze, ignoring the heat spreading through your cheeks and down your neck. You purse your lips together as Toto smirks even wider. “Well?” He murmurs, “you never answered my question.” You clear your throat and sit up a little straighter. “No,” you feign confidence even as your voice cracks slightly. You force your gaze back to your show, rewinding to the halfway point and settling back in your spot. You hear your boyfriend chuckle as he settles in next to you.

The hours fly by as more people trickle in after you which makes sense. No reason to really camp out overnight considering between the VIP tiers there's only 300 VIP total, which secures you at least the first two rows and third row being the absolute worst. You glance at Toto and giggle every hour as more people trickle in behind you two. By 8 am, you stand and stretch, groaning softly because wow you were really stiff. You pack your iPad up before gently nudging Toto off the blanket and shaking it out before you two fold it up.

“How much longer are we waiting?” Toto asks as you two stand in line.

“An hour roughly. Doors are opening as close to 9 as possible, we get our VIP and number along with our general admission ticket and then we can go home, nap, eat, change, and be back around 2:30 to start lining up.”

“Another line?” 

“Yes. It’s for the VIPs to get in. They’ll separate us and I’ll show my ID and we’ll get our little goodies before scanning in and going upstairs for the party. Then they’ll line us up and take us downstairs for the concert. That’s where the numbers come in. Since we’ll be the first two, we know we’re front of line so we can get our corner.”

“Corner?” 

“Yes. The corner that Sabrina typically picks on who to arrest. Now granted that you’re tall you might have to stand a row or two back but,” you shrug, “it’s fine. Play nice with the other girls around, most of us are short. Offer to film things for them. Or drinks if they can and they’ll be so thankful for you.”

“I might as well bring a foldable chair and sit till it’s time.” Toto jokes and you laugh because honestly. It wouldn’t be a bad idea if you could get away with that. “That would be the dream. You know,” patting his arm gently, “easy on your poor knees.” You grin as Toto feigns shock due to your audacity. Toto leans down, murmuring in your ear, “Pretty sure my knees were just fine last night when I got down to eat you out.” Your face goes completely red and you smack Toto’s chest gently, murmuring for him to hush.

When 9am rolls around, excitement and anticipation is in the air. You rock gently on your heels while Toto keeps an arm around you. You snicker when Toto jumps slightly as security arrives outside and a lot of people in line cheers before hushing down when security starts speaking. Tickets out via the Ticketmaster app so the workers inside know which wristband to give you though the tables are labeled. Opening your app, you show the security guard and he lets you two go in.

“Good morning,” the worker says as you head over to the VIP table. “Good morning.” You respond with a smile as you show the app. You offer your wrist as she puts the hot pink wristband on and writes ‘1’ on it. You watch Toto copy you after and that he’s ‘2’. “Okay. All VIPs are lining up outside the front around 2:30 to go inside. They’ll separate you two after. Make sure whoever bought the tickets has their ID ready as they will check. Also, on the side entrance they’re doing early merch shopping if you want to get that done now.” The worker explains.

You smile and thank them before heading outside with Toto. You look up at him as he glances down and gestures. “Well, are we shop–” You cut him off by grabbing his wrist and immediately start heading off to the side entrance because yes of course you guys are shopping now. No reason to wait on the lines if you can get it over with and get it home safely. You greet the other security worker when you find the entrance before your bag is checked quickly and you go through a metal detector before waiting for Toto. Your eyes widen with pure excitement when you’re inside and softly squeal as you practically bounce over to look at everything. “Buy whatever you want,” Toto hands you his card and you stare at him. “God I’m going to suck your soul out your dick when we get home.” You leave Toto completely stunned as you head to the front to really see everything before finally buying. 

Wandering over with two gigantic bags while grinning ear to ear, Toto glances up from his phone and immediately pockets it to take the bags from you. “Meine Liebe, did you buy one of everything?” Toto jokes. You stare at him and his chuckle dies down as his features shift from playful to a bit of shock, “Y/N.” You purse your lips out before offering a sheepish smile, “You said buy whatever you want, and some are city exclusives that would’ve sold out!” Your shoulders relax when Toto starts laughing. “Okay, you got me there. You’ll have to show me when we get home.”

“After I suck your dick.”

“Y/N.” Toto warns.

“What? God forbid a girl has a hobby.” You roll your eyes as Toto blinks, trying to understand what it meant. You wave it off, deciding to save that explanation for later before grabbing his hand to walk outside with him. “Though seriously, we have to get home so we can change and get ready.”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

“In more ways than one.”

“Strike two.”

You just look with a smile, “Worth it.”Toto scoffs, “move it.” He gently smacks your ass and you squeak, giggling while looking at him before leading the way back to the car so the day could really begin.

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his dressing room reeks of weed lmao figures

i’m so bad with actor names sometimes cause lmk why i JUST figured out Marcello Hernandez is the comedian coming to my job tomorrow 😭😭

we just kept calling him the comedian!! 😭😭😭

anyway at least i’m working tomorrow

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update: he was not the best person. i also don’t think he was even sober to begin with so :/

i’m so bad with actor names sometimes cause lmk why i JUST figured out Marcello Hernandez is the comedian coming to my job tomorrow 😭😭

we just kept calling him the comedian!! 😭😭😭

anyway at least i’m working tomorrow

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i’m so bad with actor names sometimes cause lmk why i JUST figured out Marcello Hernandez is the comedian coming to my job tomorrow 😭😭

we just kept calling him the comedian!! 😭😭😭

anyway at least i’m working tomorrow

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Test Run | MV33 + OP81

pairing: mv33 x reader x op81

summary: after being gifted a penthouse by your boyfriends, you need to go to IKEA to furnish it. Though it's law that you test run things first

warning: fluff!! poly!reader, poly!max, poly!oscar, 416 in there too, makeout, they're in love your honor!! the squad actually. honestly this is a stupid ass idea i had, i hope y'all enjoy it

fc: n/a

wc: 2.3K

Having a rich boyfriend has a lot of perks. Having two rich boyfriends has even more perks which is exactly where you landed. Dating Max Verstappen and Oscar Piastri was like having two black cats that only liked certain people but their favorite one was you. Not that you minded one bit. Oscar and Max actually meshed very well together, you brought the bit of adventure they needed, and they kept you grounded when needed. Everything was perfect like the final pieces of a puzzle coming together.

There was one catch though.

The catch was Max and Oscar had their golden retriever type best friends that you cannot separate. If you try to separate their best friends nothing but chaos will ensue so often (even if one pair refuses to admit they’re friends behind the scenes) thus, Lando and Charles will pop over to Max and Oscar’s joint hotel rooms because “Max and Oscar haven’t shown us a sign of life so we’re here to kidnap them.” You are more than glad to have Max and Oscar go and socialize when you’re there during the race season but it’s now turned into you also being dragged along because Max and Oscar are “always in a sour mood when you aren’t around,” according to Lando and Charles so you go but it’s always fun, no matter what the adventure is.

“IKEA? Really?”

“Yes, really.” You huff as you check your purse before glancing up, “you two gifted me a penthouse. We have to shop and decorate it.”

“We can just hire people to do that for us.”

“Max is right." Oscar starts, “Besides, you’ll probably be staying with Max or I anyway so.” He offers a nonchalant shrug.

You let out a noise as you look at your two boyfriends. “No! You two bought me the penthouse! I’m going to use the penthouse! Besides, it’s so big and spacious,” You say as you twirl in your spot, “and it’s lovely. Even if I’m not here often I’d like a place to come back to when I can’t go with you guys during the race seasons or, respectfully, when I need me time.”

“You can me time at our places,” Max frowns.

You go over and gently pat both their cheeks, “I love you both so much, but that’ll last about a good ten minutes before one or both of you wander in before trapping me for cuddles.”

“…She’s got us there,” Oscar murmurs as Max glances at Oscar, a playful sour look on his face because Oscar was right. There was no real way to argue their way out of this one. Max sighs and looks back at you. “Okay. Fair. You got us there but why do we have to go to IKEA? Seriously give me about five minutes and I’ll have people—”

“Nooooo,” you groan as you drop your hands, “that’s so boring! That takes out such a fun aspect of owning something! Nothing brings a couple closer than building IKEA sets and getting super frustrated at the instructions and the sense of pride when you figure it out!” You pout looking at your boyfriends, “Will you please come with me?”

Oscar and Max look at each other silently having a conversation. They both cave in as they nod to each other and look back at you. “Okay, fine.” Oscar says, smiling slightly, “You win. We’ll go to IKEA with you.”

“Yes! Oh this will be great!” You say and double check you have everything before hoisting your purse strap up your arm and heading to do the door. “Come on! Lando and Charles are probably waiting for us!”

“Okay.” The boys call in unison before they register your words. “Wait, what?!”

You happily park the car and climb out, giddy seeing the familiar giant dark blue and white building with their yellow lettering staring in front of you. IKEA. Your home away from home. You don’t bother waiting for Max and Oscar as you head to the sidewalk, finally looking at your phone. Your eyes study the photo Lando sent you from where they parked, which was much closer. Looking up, your eyes scan before finding the custom Lamborghini Urus and the ‘LN4 15’ license plate on the back. You make your way over and don’t think as you open the back door to climb in, as this is a habit for you two.

“Guess whOOOOOOOOOAH—” You shriek at the sight before you.

Instead of Lando and Charles being in the front, as you expected, they were cramped in the back. Legs were tangled, hands were roaming as short brown hair has a hand tightly grabbing it. You blink seeing Lando’s head that was tilted back snap forward as Charles freezes above him forcing his gaze to find yours as he nips at Lando’s neck. The three of you stare at each other before Charles and Lando are scrambling to sit up, Charles smacking his head against the top and rubbing his head face flushing. Lando sits up quickly face equally blush as he turns his attention to Charles for a moment. “Are you okay babe?”

Your jaw drops open at the question before you close the door and look away in shock for the cameras. If this was a sick joke the cameraman needs to cut the cameras. Come out and expose themselves. But no cameras could be found but Oscar and Max who were swiftly making their way over to you raise brows at your expression. You turn back and open the door again, Lando now straddling Charles with his head tucked to his chest, going on about how ‘i’m going to trap you in a bubble’ as Oscar and Max peer in, also stunned at the sight, “Babe!?” You finally ask.

“What?!” Max and Oscar asks, heads snapping to you as Lando and Charles once again are frozen and also look at you. Oscar and Max turn back to their best friends before looking between you and their friends before finally Max speaks. “What the hell is going on!?”

“Maaaaax.” Charles starts, “Oscaaaar. Y/nnnnn. Heeeeey.” He continues as both Lando and Charles’ face are beet red. “Well—” He starts.

“Charles and I got bored waiting so we were making out.” Lando blurts out.'

“Lando!”

“I’m sorry! They were going to ask!”

“…Babe?” Oscar repeats and Lando looks at his teammate and best friend before smiling sheepishly, “Surprise!” Lando says.

Max is staring in shock while Oscar shakes his head. You can’t help but giggle but then Oscar jokes, “Cannot believe you’re dating my dad. Isn’t that breaking some kind of code?” and you break into laughter. Lando also cannot help the laugh that escapes him which causes a chain of laughs as Lando and Charles climb out of his car, locking it behind him. “You’re right Osc, I am breaking bro code and I’m sorry.” Lando slings an arm over Oscar’s shoulders. “But he’s just so hot,” before laughing as Oscar shoves him telling him he’s “disgusting”.

“Well!” You announce as you clap your hands together, “We can freak out about the revelation of Charles and Lando’s new blooming relationship after! Today, we’re here to shop for the penthouse and the only way to do that is test running things.”

The boys look at you in confusion. You stare back, “What? Have you guys never gone to IKEA and acted out different scenarios?”

“No,” the four say in unison.

“Oh. Well! Today is the day,” turning on your heels, “onward!” You point before skipping to the entrance with the four guys taking a moment to ask themselves what the fuck before following you. You all opt for the stairs seeing how crowded the elevator was. You immediately grab a bag for any non furniture items before wandering into the store.

You go through the show rooms slowly but surely. The living rooms are cute but not exactly what you want so thankfully you take photos of what you do like and see what you can pair together. Then you guys enter the kitchen and your eyes light up before making your way to the counter. You glance back seeing the boys talk and you shake your head before Lando wanders over. “Oh my god,” He says looking around, “I love what you did to your kitchen.”

Thank god for Lando.

“Oh my goodness, thank you.” You say and grab the two glasses in the show room and pretend to pour you and Lando a drink, “So you wanted to talk?”

“Oh yes.” Lando nods slowly, “I did.” He takes the glass and pretends to drink it via air sip, “Well, you know I don’t like to gossip—” You see Charles’ head snap at his favorite word ‘gossip’ as you keep character as you nod. “You? Gossip? No never. I also don’t like to gossip.”

“Right, right. But you know, like…” He lets his voice trail off, “you know I like. You know I don’t judge—”

“No no you never do! You know I’m the last person to speak ill to speak on someone.”

“Never! You know we never clocked in a day. Not a single shift at the hater headquarters.” Lando slowly shakes his head, “cause we aren’t those type of people.”

“Oh, god no. Not our style at all—Oh my god! Charles hey!” You say as the Ferrari driver wanders over, “do you want a drink.”

It takes Charles a moment before he gets it. This is what you meant by ‘test run’. “I would love a drink actually.” He leans on the kitchen island, “so what are you two talking about?”

You pretend to get him a drink, “Oh you know—”

“Ollie.” Lando says pretending to sip his drink, “but you know we’re not one to gossip.”

“Oh of course not. This is like—good journalism.” Charles says as he takes the glass from you but he’s locked in about his adopted baby brother. Max and Oscar wander over and watch the scene unfold, glancing at each other then the three of you.

“Right!” Lando adds on.

“I mean, myself? I’m a bit of a mathematician.” You start, pretending to swirl your drink. “I’m just taking some data points.” Lando and Charles nod in agreement. “I mean, we’re like a study group you know? I got notes. You guys got notes. We all got notes. It would be rude note to share those notes to help everyone involved, right?” Lando and Charles nod while Max and Oscar question silently what the fuck is going on.

There’s a small silence before Lando lean forward, “So here’s what I know about Ollie.” You and Charles instinctively lean forward. Lando glances around before leaning in and glances at Max and Oscar, “you guys either need to lean in for good journalism or walk away.” Max huffs while Oscar just signs and leans on the counter. Max slowly looks at Oscar before sighing before joining the council.

“So…” Lando starts, “You know, Ollie just recently moved here. Well,” Lando glances at the table then back at the glass as if he got something in there, “I happen to see a certain, Mercedes driver leave his apartment complex today…” You gasp as Charles slams his hand down on the counter, “I knew it!”

“I’m sorry, we were suppose to think they were "just friends” or…” Max lets his voice trail off as Oscar snorts. You look at your boyfriends while smiling and shaking your head before collecting the glasses and putting the showroom back together. You three wander to another kitchen showroom while Charles is ranting Lando’s ear off. This time you, Max, and Oscar have one of your typical “arguments” which was Max and Oscar pleading their cases on why they could stay in for the fifth night in a row to take care of you while you explained that '“I’m on my period. I love you both so much but if I don’t have me time for more than ten minutes I’m gonna start screaming or sobbing.” In the end, it settled on them going out to get dinner and bringing you back something before three of you laugh because it felt like every other day.

Each showroom was a different scenario. Lando and Charles in a toxic marriage arguing while hosting as you, Max, and Oscar are the poor friends caught in the middle. Another was Max and Oscar dating you not only being the snitch but the mistress (scandalous). Oscar and Lando being roommates who are SO down bad for each other. You and Charles being enemies confronting each other (fake play fighting included). Early 2000’s college students pre gaming for a night out. You name it, they probably did it.

You guys finally make it to the second floor after enjoying your test runs. You actually pick things out before ordering the big furniture since Max and Oscar had been convinced you guys weren’t going to find things so his car won’t fit anything and making sure you got kitchen installation through IKEA. After buying the smaller things, you drag them all to the food before you’re all sitting down, eating meatballs and giggling back on the different scenarios. Even Max and Oscar had fun which was a win for you.

“When is your furniture arriving?” Oscar asks after saying goodbye to Lando and Charles before heading to Max’s car

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Will you be up to answer the door?” Oscar raises a brow as Max lets out a laugh.

“Haha, very fun, I will.” You stick your tongue out while Oscar chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“Did you hire them to assemble it as well?” Max asks.

“Just the kitchen.” You explain and Max nods as he takes the bag and puts it in the trunk. “Everything else you guys have to build.” “We?” Max asks. “Didn’t you say part of the bonding experience was for us to build it together?”

“I did. But why would I lift a finger when you two can do it for me?” You smile, “Silly boys. I’m here for moral support and to hand you things! You guys do the actual manual labor. I’ll buy lunch?”

“And dinner.” Oscar adds and Max nods.

“Deal.”

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lewis is the mother deer just watching 😭

Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies

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update: she might come in today!!! so her advisor has told the gallery owner and her assistant that if the artist doesn’t arrive the crew can take the canvas down and she has to paint on the wall like the original plan 🥰

also the canvas in question is anyone is curious why it took a day to finish 🫠

hey so like…fuck this artist for writing a nasty email about the crew and i with timestamps when we’re here to ASSIST with install and she had us install her piece.

Mind you she changed a huge part of her GRADUATING product last minute which isn’t actually allowed but yeah sorry we took lunch and came back and helped the TWO other artists (which we planned prior to lunch)

she literally ate lunch and mean mugged us and offered zero help for her project and then got mad when the gallery owner defended us crew ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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hey so like…fuck this artist for writing a nasty email about the crew and i with timestamps when we’re here to ASSIST with install and she had us install her piece.

Mind you she changed a huge part of her GRADUATING product last minute which isn’t actually allowed but yeah sorry we took lunch and came back and helped the TWO other artists (which we planned prior to lunch)

she literally ate lunch and mean mugged us and offered zero help for her project and then got mad when the gallery owner defended us crew ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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for anyone expecting to talk to a normal human being for at least the next month this is who you are actually talking to!

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This being people’s reaction to Carlos becoming the director of the gpda 😭😭

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yo i forgot about your series!!!! i was so happy to see the update, it was great!

LMAOOO honestly so valid it's been a hot minute but im glad you enjoyed it!!!!

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Hi darling!

Sorry if this is bothersome to you since I ditn want to sound rude but is rich boys don't have hearts being continued? I feel in love with the three parts so far and am just wondering if it is cancelled or ongoing still. Hope you have a wonderful day!! 💕🫶

hi anon! you're in luck!! i have come back in the people's time of need as part 4 has been posted!!

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Rich Boys Don't Have Hearts | LN4 (pt. IV)

pairing: Jock!Lando Norris x Nerd!Reader

summary: Formula Ivy Academy, or FIA for short, is the most renowned private in the world who takes such a select few. Usually those from wealth with status and secrets and so much to lose. Yet, you are selected to join the FIA on a full scholarship. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain scares a lot students, especially their star athlete who will do anything to protect those he cares about. Though, he didn't expect you to have as much of a...bite to you for a little nobody.

warning: very tipsy!reader. make out session! lando & reader = rivals to ??? enemies to ???. idk but they're messy and im here for it. they a LIIIIITTLE toxic for each other rn.

fc: none!

wc: 3.8K

a/n: chat, we're SO back

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | current

“Now–stop sniffing me!” Lando hisses.

You lean back blinking because you didn’t even realize what you were doing. Your face flushes as you glance around the doorway of the bathroom trying to pretend that you weren’t just sniffing Lando but he smells really good. It reminds you of when you’re home and your mom is baking sugar cookies with a hint of vanilla while your dad is happily chatting away as if you were downstairs watching TV or the lotion your best friend swears her life by. The small thing of buttercream she carries on her and how sometimes you two would huddle together, enjoying the scent of the lotion when you two would be trapped in gym class with boys who refused to acknowledge the fact that deodorant isn’t an option.

The memory makes you frown slightly. You didn’t realize how much you missed your parents or your best friend. You always knew you were homesick, of course you were, but you’ve been downplaying just how homesick you are until now. Tears threaten to form and spill and you blame it on the alcohol as it curls around you, the warmth filling you once again. You’re brought back to reality, slightly, when something brushes your cheek. You jerk your head back slightly out of surprise and look up at Lando as he recoils his hand holding a tissue. The two of you stand in the doorway awkwardly while the music from the party hums in the background, walls and floor shaking from the unnecessary bass boost.

“What…” you swallow a lump in your throat and make a face at the slight taste of bile in there. “What are you doing?”

“You look like you’re on the verge of tears.” Holding up the tissue, “so thought I’d get a jump start on helping the mascara that’s about to run.”

You know that he’s being sarcastic. You can tell by the tone in his voice but you can’t help the ghost of a smile that appears on your face before taking the napkin from Lando, murmuring a thank you as you gently pat your eyes to catch any stray tears that are lingering. You bring your gaze back to Lando who is now leaning on the other end of the doorway. This is your chance to escape. You know it is but you find yourself planted in your spot, not trusting your legs to actually lead you away.

“So…what do you want?” You finally ask after another awkward silence.

“Not here.” Lando pushes off the doorway, “come on.”

You watch Lando start to walk down the hall, away from the party though you don’t move. You see him look back at you before coming back to you. “Y/N. Come on.” You shake your head while looking at Lando. You see the Brit knit his brows together and grit his teeth while he takes a breath while looking down at you. “I know we haven’t seen eye-to-eye but this is really important and a private manner. It’ll be no more than ten minutes max.” You stare up at Lando before finally speaking.

“I can’t walk.”

Lando blinks slowly at you, trying to figure out if this was some shit joke. “You…can’t walk?”

“No,” you shake your head and stop quickly. “Dizzy.”

“…Oh my god, you’re drunk.” Lando finally concludes.

“I am not drunk.” You try to argue while pouting, “Just—extremely tipsy.” You slur slightly.

You stare at Lando in awe when he laughs. It’s not one of those condescending laughs he typically gives you but a genuine laugh with a genuine smile attached. “No you’re definitely drunk.'“

“I am not!” You whine slightly. Even in the alcoholic haze you refused to let Lando be right. He offers another laugh before holding his hands up in surrender. You smile triumphantly at the Brit before he’s offering an arm and you glance back at him, suspicious.

“You said you couldn’t walk. I’m offering a helping hand, unless you want me to carry you?” He raises a brow.

In newfound determination, you huff and force yourself to push off the doorway. “I don’t need help.” You state as you sway on your feet. You gesture for Lando to lead the way before you accidentally smack Lando in his chest. Any other time you would pretend you didn’t care but instead you cover your mouth and murmur a sorry. Lando stares at you in what you think is disbelief before he reassures you it’s fine. He then gently grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face away from him before he’s guiding you further into the frat house.

“Where are we?” You ask when Lando opens a door and you enter a bedroom.

“Pierre’s room. Asked him if I could hide out in here for a bit. Perfect place to chat.” Lando says as he leaves the door cracked. You stumble over to the bed before sitting down on the edge. Running your fingers along the bed sheets, you hum gently while Lando leans against the wall.

“What’s so important that you have to talk to me?" On a Friday night no less. Shouldn’t you be out…partying or some shit? Shouldn’t you be getting some random girl’s number and trying to reduce your stress by getting laid?”

“Yeah well, I would but I need some answers about you and Franco,” narrowing his eyes, “I also want answers on why you went to the headmaster and told him I tried to bribe you to leave.”

“What?!” You ask and stand up out of shock. “I never did that!”

“Oh do NOT give me that shit, Y/N! I know it was you!”

“No!” You argue. “I know you don’t like me and I don’t like you. I know we will probably never see eye-to-eye and you will forever believe that I do not belong at this school which I’m not exactly fronting you for but listen. I just wanna keep my head down and graduate.” You explain even though you know it’s falling on deaf ears, “but really. Even if I have every right to go to the headmaster and rat you out, that brings attention to me. Attention I don’t want nor need so really. You probably won’t believe me but I did not go to the headmaster at all about it.”

“Then who the fuck did you tell cause headmaster knows now.” Lando snaps.

“I—I didn’t tell anybody that I would go to the headmaster.” Putting your lips together, you think. “I just told…Arthur and Charles.”

“And Franco, I assume?”

“No.” You admit.

“Listen there’s no need to b—wait, did you say no?”

“Yeah, I said no.”

“Why not?”

“Well he’s a freshman and even though you’re a dick to me, you’re a mentor to him and a good friend so I didn’t want to skew that based on my own shitty experience,” you shrug casually, “so I haven’t brought it up.”

“Oh.” Lando murmurs in thought before shaking his head, “okay. Still. You only told the Leclercs?”

“Yeah and I mean, Mick probably found out from Arthur but they know I wouldn’t want to go to the headmaster so they wouldn’t tell headmaster,” frowning, “how do you even know that headmaster found out?”

“Did you not see your email?”

“No??” You ask bringing your brows together as you pull your phone out. Fumbling, you open your email. You see the words swim around the page and blink a few times before focusing. Your heart drops seeing it was from the headmaster himself.

“Dear Lando and Y/N,” you mumble as you skim through. The email remarks about how it came to his attention about the bribe Lando attempted on you. He applauds you for not buckling under the pressure but he is disappointed about your choice of wording. You mutter the phrase over before deciding to keep reading on. The headmaster continues and explains due to this, Lando was suspended from the lacrosse team till further notice. Your eyes widen when the headmaster mentions that you will not be receiving the letter of recommendation you need unless you and Lando put your differences aside and host the FIA gala this year.

“What?!” You look up from your phone, “What is this?! Why the fuck are we both in trouble because you tried to bribe me?!”

“That’s why.”

“What do you mean ‘that’s why’?”

“The cursing.”

“…You’re joking. Right?” You stare at Lando expecting him to laugh and play a sick joke but it never comes. The distant music from the main part of the frat house fills the air as the realization sets in.

“I’m not getting my letter of recommendation because I cursed?” You grip your phone tightly before taking a deep breath so your phone doesn’t go flying. “I thought that rule was a joke!”

“Well, it’s not a joke.” Lando says as he leans against Pierre’s desk crossing his arms over his chest, “lame rule if you ask me.

“Lame?!” You snap, “It’s utter bullshit! We’re grown adults! Who cares if we curse?! They let so much other shit slide but they draw the line at cursing?!”

“Apparently. Supposed to look like we aren’t heathens or whatever but moving past that. You’re gonna help me since you got me suspend from the team—”

“Cut the bullshit!” You shout as you turn to face Lando. Your anger has turned into pure rage. A new burst of adrenaline soars through while his words replay in your head. You refuse to be blamed for Lando’s actions nor will you have him try to slander you any further. You stalk across the room, jamming your finger into his chest.

“You got yourself suspended. If you hadn’t listened to the cries and worries of others then you wouldn’t be here but you did! Instead of forming your own god damn opinion you decided that the opinions of others about you were more important! You bribed me and you got in trouble for it! You can still graduate without playing on the lacrosse team and be comfortable for life! Don’t try to spin this shit on me for your people pleasing tendencies and getting burned in the end!”

You ignore the way Lando’s jaw goes slack as he stares at you. You see a range of emotions cross his face. Shock, confusion, realization, and finally anger. You had just seen Lando for who he was under the facade and he was scared. You see it in the way his eyes harden as his jaw locks and he stiffens before standing up, looking down at you, walls up.

You don’t dare to break his gaze as you continue, repeatedly jabbing his finger into his chest. “I don’t have that luxury, news flash! I’m on a full ride! So what if I get a degree? I have an internship lined up through the school but I need that letter of recommendation! So no. I will not be helping you, instead you will help me since you owe me this.”

“And if I don’t?” Lando’s voice is clipped.

“I’ll just do it myself and rightfully take all the credit.”

“With what funding? You don’t have enough for the gala.”

“The Leclerc’s and Mick will be more than happy to help me with the funding.”

Lando leans down and you force yourself not to back away. You ignore that you can almost feel his breath ghost your lips as you stare him down.

“You don’t have the guts to.” Lando murmurs.

“Try me.”

The world suddenly disappears around you. In this moment it is just you and Lando in this stare down, both of you breathing a bit heavier with frustration and something else. The tension had become so thick it felt almost suffocating but you blamed it on the alcohol. It had to be that. You see Lando’s gaze flicker so briefly from your eyes to your lips before looking back into your eyes and it just confirms that it’s not the alcohol speaking.

Fuck it.

You lean forward slightly and Lando beats you to it. His hands fly to hold your face, kissing you harshly. Your hands find their way in Lando’s curls as you two kiss. Teeth clashed at first but Lando quickly took the lead. You follow suit as Lando walks you two back. You hear the door slam shut before your back hits the door and you swear you hear the little click of the lock before his hand finds its way to the back of your neck. The kiss is heated and hungry and hot.You feel Lando’s move to the front of your throat and wrap his fingers around and you grab his wrist gently as you melt into the touch. You shouldn’t but god, the way his hand almost covers your throat has you wanting to push your thighs together but you refrain.

When you two part you’re both breathing while you both gather your bearings. The realization that you had just been kissing Lando fucking Norris feels like waking up after a drunken one night stand. One that screamed trouble but was good enough that you were willing to risk it.

“So what was that about me helping you?”

There it was. The moment was gone as fast as it came. Without much thought, you slap Lando as he leans back, holding his cheek. He stares at you in shock but there’s something else dancing in his eyes. Amusement, maybe?

“You’re a cunt, you know that?”

Lando rubs his cheek and offers you a wide smirk, “I am what I eat.”

Your face flushes at the thought and you go to slap Lando again. He catches your wrist with one hand while pulling you close by your throat for another heated kiss. He pins your free hand against the door. You hate the fact you can’t stay mad at him as you melt into the kiss, groaning into the kiss. Your hands find their way back into his hair as he presses you further against the door.

In your lustful haze, you hook a leg around Lando’s waist to pull him closer. You needed him closer. The way that his body and your body slotted together was like two final pieces of a puzzle. You groan again feeling Lando nip at your bottom lip—

You jump when there’s banging on the door before your head is cradled into Lando’s neck as he steps back from the door pulling you with him. Your face flushes again but you bury it into the crook of Lando’s neck and relax, catching another whiff of him.

“Who is it?” Lando asks.

“Ah Lando!” Franco announces from the other side which gets you to lift your head, “have you seen Y/N? Jack said she came upstairs for the bathroom and hasn’t seen her since!”

You and Lando glance at each other before looking down at yourselves. Quickly you two pull away from each other and try to put yourselves together as Lando speaks.

“Yeah! Her and I were having a little chat actually.”

“Wait!” You hiss softly and catch Lando’s wrist. You swipe your thumb on the corners of his lips to remove any evidence you two were making out. You ignore the hungry stare Lando’s giving you before stepping back and turning away as Lando clears his throat murmuring a ‘thank you’ before unlocking and opening the door. You turn to see Franco peering around Lando.

“Y/N! There you are!”

“Hey.” You smile at Franco, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I could ask the same for you. What uh, what were you guys talking about?”

“The gala.” You answer without missing a beat, “Headmaster put us in charge of it this year since Lando is great at throwing events and well, he’s making me work a bit harder for my letter.” You laugh gently and thankful Franco believes you, chuckling along. “We just got into a little discussion about the theme. We’ve settled on masquerade this year.”

“Really?!” Franco starts.

“We did?” Lando asks.

“We did.” You say through gritted teeth, shooting Lando a look to play along as Lando turns and smiles. “We did.” He adds, “though I still say a 'rave theme’ would be much more fun.”

“Now you see why we’re going with my theme this year. What time is it?”

“Nearly midnight.”

“Really? Ugh shit, I need to get back to my room.”

Franco frowns as Lando raises a brow. “Why?”

“I have a paper due tomorrow by midnight. I’m almost done but I’ve been putting it off. I really need to finish.”

“Well, I can walk you back to your dorm if you want.” Franco offers.

“That would be great actually.” You start to head out of Pierre’s room before Lando calls out. “Y/N.” You stop and turn to look at him. “Tomorrow. 6pm. Dorms common area. Let's meet up and continue planning the gala, yeah?”

“Library.”

“Library? Seriously?”

“I do my work in the library and this paper is 20 pages and I only have half done and I don’t suspect I’ll be getting up early tomorrow. Take it or leave it.”

Lando ponders it for a moment before nodding, “Okay fine. What do you want?”

“What?”

“Food. It’ll be dinner time. What do you want to eat?”

“Oh.” You’re surprised Lando was offering to get you dinner. “Uh, a chicken sandwich is fine.”

“Got it.”

“Thanks. I’ll…see you tomorrow in the library.” You don't wait for confirmation. You sharply turn and make your way down the hall to where Franco stopped before making your way downstairs. You thank whoever is looking out for you that Franco waits till you two are heading back to your dorm to ask any questions.

“What’s the real reason?”

“What?” You look at him.

“Y/N.” Franco looks at you and smiles, “I wasn’t born yesterday. You and Lando hate each other. I know that much. Headmaster would not have you two paired up to throw the Gala if there wasn’t a bigger thing at play so spill,” he nudges you with his shoulder, “Promise I won’t tell.”

You chuckle softly as you sway before running your fingers anxiously through your hair. “It’s—” You start and sigh. “Stupid. It’s stupid that’s what it is. Lando and I got into a really heated argument,” you start carefully still refusing to admit exactly what happened. “Things were said that shouldn’t have been said and well, somehow the headmaster found out and we both got in trouble for it.”

“Was it for the cursing?” Franco jokes

You snort, “It was.”

“Really?! I was joking!”

“I know. I also thought it was a joke.” Shaking your head out, “but anyway. Yeah so unless we do the gala together, I’m not getting my letter and Lando…” you let your voice drop off and see the way Franco tilts his head expecting you to finish your sentence. It’s not your place to say, but, “isn’t allowed to play lacrosse.”

“What?!”

“I know—”

“So the headmaster just benched him till the end of the semester?!”

You nod as Franco groans. “I mean, at least it’s happening now. Lacrosse is a spring sport and besides. Lando is Lando. He’ll probably sneak some practice in after practice so he doesn’t fall behind.” You tell yourself you’re saying this to reassure Franco. Not because you’re trying to defend Lando.

“I—” Franco starts and sighs, “yeah. Yeah you’re right.” He nods, “Lando isn’t going to let this hold him back.”

You and Franco part ways when you arrive at your dorm. You watch Franco head back to his own dorm before swiping your ID card and entering. “Hold the door!” You turn and see Lando jogging up and you blink before catching the door and holding it open for Lando as he strolls in. “Thanks. I forgot my ID card in my dorm and I did not feel like calling the RA to let me in.” He looks to the empty booth. You look over as well. Must be going on their round.

“Why are you here?”

“Because I live here?” Lando catches the door when you scan them into the common area and follows you in.

“Yeah but I thought that like, you’d be going back to Red Bull or something.”

“Oh well, I was but,” Lando makes a face, “Carlos and Max are fighting again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah they’re,” Lando glances around before leaning in as he drops his voice, “sleeping together.”

You cover your mouth with a small gasp. “What? Really? Carlos and Max? I thought Max was into Daniel.”

“He is but Carlos and he started seeing each other. Max got mad that Teto showed up and was all over Carlos so they’re fighting so Oscar said he and Logan were dipping and I do not want to be stuck between Max and Carlos fighting nor third wheel Lo and Osc so, dorm it was.”

“Oh I see,” you nod and give it a beat, “I’m sorry for slapping you. That was uncalled for.”

“No, no.” Lando chuckles, “No hard feelings I asked for it by being a dick. Masquerade ball? Really?”

“What? It’s fun! Wearing masks and trying to guess who is who. Don’t rich people love that? The thrill of it and messy outcomes?” You ask as you start heading to your hallway. “Besides,” you turn, “Masquerade balls are classic social events and we need the headmaster to approve. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow. Goodnight Lando.”

“..Night Y/N.”

You go to your dorm and shower before changing and getting ready for bed. Turning on Netflix, you flip through before settling down and putting on a random YouTube video. Your mind wanders as you replay the events of tonight. You bring your fingers up to your lips as you replay Lando kissing you over and over again. Your cheeks flush as there’s a ghost of a smile to your lips before the realization hits. This is Lando Norris. The man that tried to bribe you. Has been nothing but an asshole. You even said this isn’t some bully romance. Shaking your head out, you lay down and roll to groan into a pillow. The red flags were all there on why this was a horrible idea. You two weren’t healthy for each other. It would be such a toxic relationship, Rolling back over, your subconscious whispers softly to sway you otherwise as curiosity makes its way through.

Were all the rumors true? You had heard Lando was a good kisser and just had that proven tonight so…was he actually good in bed?

‘Come on’. Your subconscious coos. ‘Just one night is all you need for your answers.’

Weighing the pros and cons, you stare at the ceiling.

You were the last person that should be gracing these school grounds so the least you could do was have fun and try to be a normal college kid. That meant messy one night stands and even messier relationships. Besides, it's for plot.

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