THIS. (I need a part two if its the last thing i see before i die)
Dreamland (ln4) - Part One
âł A/N Big thank you to @starlightiing for taking the time to talk this out with me & mega thank you to @norrussell for being my un-official beta reader and hyping this new universe up đ€
âł [Very Loosely] Inspired By: 'Heat Waves' by Glass Animals
âł Summary:Â As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure thereâs another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.
âł Pairings:Â Fanboy Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Fem!Reader (NO use of y/n), University Student Lando x Internet Friend George x Internet Friend Alex
âł Word Count:Â 6.8k
âł Warnings:Â 18+, male masturbation, he humps his bed a little (whoops), dirty talk (stemming from his imagination and his inner most desires), Lando's so incredibly down bad for a girl who doesn't know he exists
In the large university classroom, Lando tapped the end of his pencil against the edge of his calculator, his thick textbook open and his notebook page resting on top of it, blank. At the head of the large lecture hall, his professor was walking through the lecture on the overhead projector, showing step by step instructions for their task that day. As an accounting student, Lando might have at least feigned a bit of interest in the lesson on revenues and expenses but his eyes were nearly glazed over, his mind lost in thought, and his page far behind his peers.Â
His mind only ever drifted to one thing when his interest wasnât being immediately taken and that was you. You didnât know it - in fact, you didnât even know who Lando was - but he spent his daydreams letting his mind wander to various instances with you that he could only pray would be real some day. That day in particular, he was thinking about how sunny and warm it probably was in Monte Carlo for you compared to the late-winter rain that was pelting Bristol in that very same moment. The rain on the windows caused the professorâs voice to nearly be drowned out despite the fact that he spoke loudly to try and speak over it. Lando was too far past bored to bother trying to listen harder.Â
As his classmates worked diligently around him, Lando slouched back in his chair near the back of the classroom and glanced down at his phone that was lying face up on the table beside his textbook. As if meant to be, the screen lit up with a silent Instagram notification indicating that you had just posted.Â
His heart did a little leap and he glanced over casually to his professor still lecturing as he slid his phone off the table and held it in his lap to peek. Your birthdate was his passcode - two digit month and two digit date - and he tapped on Instagram from his home screen that was wallpapered with a selfie of yours (a picture he used to tell strangers whom he wouldnât see again that you were his girlfriendâŠlong distance of course). Your post was at the top of his feed and before his eyes even processed the image, he double tapped to like it. The little white heart appeared in the middle of the post, right over your chest, and then disappeared.Â
âMr Norris.âÂ
His head snapped up from his lap before he could graze your post with even a sliver of as much attention as you deserved, only to see his professor staring at him from the front of the lecture hall with a displeased expression and his arms crossed over his chest. A few students turned to look at Lando. He locked his phone and slid it shyly into his pocket.Â
âMr Norris, I certainly donât think your current GPA is permitting you to take the risk of slacking off on your phone in my class, now is it?âÂ
Lando swallowed thickly as everyone was staring at him and a few of the other students chuckled to themselves at the professorâs diss.Â
âNo. Sorry.â Lando answered softly.Â
âManners and respect, Mr Norris.â
âNoâŠs-sir.â Lando forced out, physically shifting in his chair at the discomfort it brought him to follow the strange order of his professor to call him sir as a form of respect. Of course, Lando would never outright admit why it made him uncomfortable. He certainly wouldnât want to face the embarrassment of admitting how he secretly savoured that title for your lips only, how he fantasized of you calling him that and only you. Having to refer to his sixty-something male professor as such left a nasty taste in Landoâs mouth.Â
Without the distraction of his phone, Lando was stuck spending the rest of the class dooling on his notebook paper to make it seem like he was working. He might have been a twenty-year-old adult but he still found himself pulling the tip of his pencil along the lined paper to form the curve of your silhouette that had been engraved in his mind since you posted that beach picture back in the summer. His bottom lip was captured between his teeth as he distracted his mind from the post he had yet to appreciate by sketching his pencil lightly to form the curve of your breasts. He erased his messy sketch before anyone could peek over his shoulder.Â
The three hour class was far too excruciating even if he only had to endure half of it wondering about your post he had yet to see. It was driving him crazy in near suspense. The moment the class was dismissed, Lando rushed to put his textbook in his backpack and nearly shoved himself between the crowd of classmates taking their sweet time descending the stairs in the lecture hall towards the exit.Â
The university hallway was a relief of cool air and Lando hiked his backpack higher on his one shoulder as he stopped just around the corner out of the classroom door and he pulled his phone from his pocket. He ignored his dozens of missed messages and went right back to your profile and opened your new post.Â
At only the first glance his teeth were sinking into his bottom lip and he slouched his shoulder against the nearby wall with a deep exhale, eyes unblinking as he admired the pixels that made up the image of you on his screen. Additional images from a magazine photoshoot, you were wearing nothing but an oversized white button up shirt, the collar pulled open and unbuttoned near the top to show your collarbones, and your lips were painted in a glossy red. Naturally cut hair fell in a purposefully messy hair sprayed style around your shoulders and the direct stare you held to the camera with your very light makeup dusting your eyes had Landoâs chest clenching. He had to physically hold a hand to his heart for a moment as he swiped through the three similar images you posted, each with a near perfected lustful stare with your lips just slightly parted and your hands hiding your chest from the slightly see-through material of the white shirt.Â
Quiet among the bustling university hallway, Lando breathed out a soft, âJesus.â
He turned to rest back against the wall properly and he brought both hands to his phone to bring it a little closer to his face to really stare. He licked his lips habitually and then opened the comments on the post. He liked a few from your just-as-well-known friends and ignored the ones from other fans that would just make him cringe and he started to compose his own comment.Â
landonorris: holy shit youâre so beautiful đ§Ą
When he posted his comment he scrolled back to the picture and zoomed in to take in every single part of you that he could before he was opening his messages. Lando didnât have too many friends in university but he didnât mind because he had a good few internet friends instead who honestly were so much better than âphysicalâ friends. They understood and accepted Landoâs little love sick crush on you and nothing felt better than that.Â
alex_albon: MATE DID YOU SEE
alex_albon: LANDO!!!!!
alex_albon: DUDE SHES HOT
alex_albon: COME GET YOUR GIRL
alex_albon: LANDO
alex_albon: LAN ARE YOU STILL ALIVE???
Lando could hardly hold back his grin right in the middle of the hallway as he quickly responded to his closest friend.Â
landonorris: MATE IM NOT OKAY
landonorris: I had to wait through my entire class until I could look properly omfg
landonorris: Sheâs literally so fucking stunning oh my GODJHFHFJ
landonorris: Minemineminemine đ€€
alex_albon: YES I KNOW OMG
alex_albon: YOURS
alex_albon: GO GET HER
landonorris: God I wish she wasnât so fucking far away UGJGEBHRG this is UNFAIR đ©
alex_albon: Finish your degree and then go have BABIES đ€Ș
landonorris: HAHAHAH MATE omfg relax!!
alex_albon: Hey you said it first, Iâm just being a supportive best friend
Lando swiped out of their dms only to return to your post and he couldnât hide his smitten grin as he admired you. Alex wasnât wrong because Lando often thought about a future with you; having babies with you, living in Monte Carlo with you, and following you around the world on your book tours. He was adamant that he was going to make that happen one way or another. He was going to have you fall in love with him just as he had with you.Â
alex_albon: Wow leave me on seen okay
landonorris: Sorry sorry sorry I was a little busy staring at a certain someone
alex_albon: Donât drool on your phone mateeee đđ
Lando had met Alex online only a year prior through his online blog he kept about you. He had wracked up a good following by posting little journal entries and sketches and a few short concepts here and there and, of course, posting your pictures like it was his day job to run an update account. Alex wasnât as much of a fan of yours as Lando was but from the moment they first messaged, they hit it off and became close through the distant connections of the internet. With Lando in Bristol and Alex in London, they werenât too far spread but they had yet to meet and that probably wouldnât happen for a while since neither had the money nor means to make a trip cross-country. Their daily messages certainly made up for the distance.Â
Lando had one more unread message in his Instagram dms and he left the thread with Alex to choose a song, slide in his AirPods, and tend to the next waiting friend as he started to walk back towards his dorm.
georgerussell63: Oh wow she always posts when youâre in class huh
georgerussell63: Blimey she looks stunning in this post too geeeeez
georgerussell63: Ugh mums calling me for supper but Iâll be back
georgerussell63: Message me when youâre free!!!
George was the farthest away from Bristol in King's Lynn right on the opposite coast of the country. Just like with Alex, George and Lando met through his blog and became close quickly too. Lando was sure there were no two more supportive friends than Alex and George and their daily reassurances that someday you were going to love him back honestly was the one thing keeping Lando going.Â
Lando navigated the busy university hallways with ease while he typed his excited reply to his other close internet friend, tuned out from the world by his curated playlist and wandering mind.
landonorris: Mate I KNOW Iâm literally not okay pfjfjfkjng
landonorris: It's like she KNOWS Iâm busy omg but how can I be mad at her
landonorris: LOOK at her
landonorris: Like plz ruin my life???? đ€€
The rain that came down hard onto the Bristol university campus didnât phase Lando as he tucked the hood of his sweater up over his head and hurried down the pathways back to the dormitories. He clutched his phone in the front pocket of his hoodie as if the lingering memory of your image would somehow be left behind in the downpour on his walk home. Like hell he was going to let you go that easily.Â
The dry lobby of the residence building had him sighing in relief from the rain and he pulled off his hood as he fished his key card from his pocket. With a swipe to the interior doors, he was permitted into the elevator lobby and he smacked the call button a few times impatiently as he brought your Instagram back up on his phone. Safe from class and passing students, Lando let his thoughts drift to less of just sheâs beautiful and more of I wish she wasnât covering herself up.Â
When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Lando stepped in without a look up and pressed his floor button out of complete muscle memory, all without taking his eyes off your images. He zoomed in again as he slumped against the back wall of the elevator and his lip was captured by his teeth again as your lightly manicured hands covered your breasts from the camera but the fair material of the white button up shirt had him able to see the slightest colouration of your nipple in the second image. His finger moved the zoomed in picture so he could see more of you and his eyes greedily soaked up the way the shirt hung loose around your thighs and rose up almost to your hips with how you were professionally positioned.Â
His thoughts were turning dirtier faster and he nearly hurried down the hallway to his room to have some privacy. Lando closed the suite door behind him and glanced into his roommates room only to find it empty before he was dropping his backpack to the floor just inside his own room. He had never been more thankful for his roommate to have later classes and despite the fact he was alone in their shared suite, Lando still closed his bedroom door behind him just in case.Â
His room wasnât much different than that of any other twenty-year-old college boy with a bit of mess around the corners - clothes tossed aside and stray papers littering his desk - but on the shelf of his closet he had lined up in pristine condition, your few published novels in date release order. Lando never once called himself a reader and in fact he had always hated English in school, but when he came across a promo video on social media about your recent release, he became a little intrigued. He was more intrigued by you at first and he spent one night scrolling through your verified social media feeds before he ended up adding your debut novel to his Amazon shopping cart in a sleep deprived, curious, heart-eyed rush at 3:00 in the morning.Â
He would proudly admit that yours were the only books he had voluntarily read since he was a kid.Â
Finally back in the comfort of his own room, Lando pulled off his rain soaked hoodie and tossed it into his laundry pile in the corner of his closet and flicked on his bedside light. The rain outside caused the sky to turn dark far too quickly for mid-afternoon, but Lando couldnât be bothered to close his blinds before he was flopping stomach first across his double bed to spend the next however long admiring your complete existence shamelessly.Â
He literally felt warm all over when he looked at you, his heart always squeezed so tightly in his chest until he could feel each thudding beat that he swore was only ever just for you. You drove him crazy and you didnât even know it.Â
Lando blindly kicked off his muddy sneakers from his feet dangling off the end of his bed with his gaze captured all on your image. Having admired your body in the elevator, he took to your face now, making sure to give every pixel its deserved share of attention. Despite it being a magazine shoot, you only wore limited makeup so the focus was all on your red painted lips but your eyes that were lined with thin eyeliner and magnifying mascara had his attention all over you regardless. He swore you were staring at him like you knew what he wanted from you, like you knew what you were doing, and he could only stare right back.Â
He shifted on his bed with a small hum as the admiration of your beauty was going right to his crotch but he barely paid any mind to anything else as he focused all on your lips. Landoâs mind was whirling with so many thoughts as his gaze lingered on your glossy red lips that were parted just so and looked nothing less than fucking irresistable.Â
A message popped down from the top of Landoâs screen in the middle of his admiration session.
alex_albon: What r u up to?
Lando tapped it to open their messaging thread and he typed his momentary string of thoughts without second guessing, always able to word vomit into his friendsâ dms without fear of being shamed for a single word.
landonorris: I want her to suck my dick
alex_albon: DAMN okay I see what youâre up to
alex_albon: Just dreaming about your wife haha
landonorris: No mate you donât understand
landonorris: I literally want those perfect red lips around my dick
landonorris: I fucking crave it
landonorris: And I want to kiss her literally all over and worship her body and grab her tits and smack her ass and I want to make her moan my name
landonorris: And I want to cum all over her face while sheâs looking up at me like in that pic giving me those fucking eyes
alex_albon: Oh my God mate đŠ pffhjffjfj you're down bad
landonorris: FUCK ME THIS ISNT FAIR
alex_albon: I know!!! Sheâd be fucking stupid to not want you Lan
alex_albon: Youâre literally made for each other
landonorris: PLZ I want her so bad it's not funny
landonorris: Sheâs so fucking pretty
landonorris: I want to knock her up mate
alex_albon: Only if I can be the godfather
landonorris: Maybe weâll have twins so you and George can share the honour lol
alex_albon: Honestly Iâm down
landonorris: Literally just looking at her gets me so fucking horny it will NOT be hard to make twins first try ngl
alex_albon: LMAO đ
landonorris: Haha okay itâs raining here and I just got back to my dorm so imma shower brb
alex_albon: Yeah okay go enjoy that đ
landonorris: Lol stfu
landonorris: đ§Ą
Maybe his friends kind of knew him too well but Lando didnât want to let on too much so he played Alexâs teasing off before closing their messages and returning to your post. He screenshotted all three images and then held himself up on his forearm with his phone in hand as his other hand slid down to unbuckle his belt. He shifted onto his side just enough to take his belt off and then pop the buttons on his black jeans before pushing them down his legs and he flailed his ankles a little to get his pants to drop to the floor with his discarded shoes. Now in only his underwear and his t-shirt, Lando rolled back onto his stomach fully with a small sigh.Â
He could feel himself getting a little hard by only the thoughts rushing through his mind - and by the sight of your new pictures of course - and he kept them going as he turned back to his phone. The screenshots of your post were in his camera roll and he opened them up to crop out the instagram banners and comments so it was only you taking up his screen. He smiled at the sight of you in the dim sultry lighting of the photoshoot studio you were in and the crisp warm light that lit you up like an angel.Â
The second image was his favourite of your post between the teasing little slip of your breast behind the fair shirt and the way your eyes were a bit wider, more innocent and sultry, and he could nearly see the line of your panties with how the shirt was slightly raised at the bottom. He imagined them to be as red as your lipstick and lacey and tinyâŠimagining that peeking up the bottom of the oversized shirt you wore would give him a greedy view of your soft hips cradling the red lace that barely covered anything.Â
Lando was nearly staring at his phone like he was staring right into your eyes right beside him, nothing but adoration spread through his eyes and the blush of growing lust staining his cheeks in pink. He barely noticed how he was grinding down slightly against his bed, his body swirling in slow precise motions, dreaming for the touch of your soft hand.Â
The very same hands that covered your breasts in the images you posted, resting gently against your chest to keep yourself decent - you were a modest artist after all, thank you. He just knew youâd be so soft, that youâd touch him in all the right places, tease him with the sight of your body meant just for him. He had never been with anyone before which was another thing he would have hated to admit to anyone, but he knew more than ever that he wanted to give it up to you. He wanted you to be his first for everything that he had yet to check offâŠhe wanted you to be the first woman he ever had in his arms and ever had in his bed. He just knew you would treat him right.
That concept was only solidified by the third book of yours that he had read, engrossed in the pages, illuminated by the light beside his bed back at home, as he was privy to the filthiest, hottest, most intricately detailed sex scene he had ever read. Well, the only one he had ever read. Lando didnât know it was even possible to publish something so risky but the knowledge that you equipped into your writing only proved his concept that you would be the best partner he could ever have.Â
With a swipe from the top of his screen, he put his phone on do not disturb to prevent any notifications from popping up while he was trying to have a moment alone with you. He cradled your picture on his phone in both hands as he let the lust work for him, shamelessly grinding against his bed without breaking his gaze from your body, your face, your everything. He couldnât nearly feel the warmth of your skin right next to him and the plush feeling of one of your thighs nudged between his legs. There was nothing he craved more than the friction of your body on his and his imagination thrived at the concept of having you underneath him, just like that in the picture with your light makeup and plush red lips, wearing his shirt.Â
Lando just wished he could kiss you too, staining his lips with your lipstick and how you would leave a trail down his neck in your wake. He zoomed in on your picture some more and set his phone down on the sheets between his forearms, staring right into your captured eyes as he pulled his body back and forth against his bed and his hands wrapped around the edge of the mattress. He moaned breathily at the friction and rolled his hips into his sheets strongly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth slightly, dreaming it to be you he was grinding against.Â
The ache between his legs was growing and his cheeks only flushed more as he grew harder at the simple pleasure of the sheets against his clothed cock and the image of you beneath him. With a soft exhale, Lando propped himself up a bit with one hand flat to the mattress so he was on a bit of an angle and he glanced down his body as his hips ground in strong precise curling thrusts against the bed.Â
He breathed your name into his room as he looked back down at your picture, soaking in your nearly lustful gaze staring right back at him. He moaned lightly as his hips started to move faster and he was nearly humping his bed in overwhelming pleasure, fingers gripping onto the edge of the sheets.Â
âFuck, okay,â Lando huffed out as he forced himself to stop quickly, groaning at the sudden halt of that sweet friction. He slid his hands underneath him and pushed himself onto his knees, sitting back on his heels, and took a second to stare down at the bulge in his underwear. It physically ached and he just wanted you to touch it for him. He wanted you to see how hard he could get for you.
The image of you standing at the side of his bed in front of him in only that white button up and nothing else had him quickly pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor and then shuffling out of his underwear. Left completely naked, Lando only dreamt of you staring at him, and his eyes gravitated to that picture again just to remind himself of how fucking stunning you were to him. It would be an honour to have you.Â
âWant you to suck my dick.â he whispered into the air as he faintly traced the head of his dick with his fingers, âWanna feel that pretty mouth, baby.âÂ
If you created stories, he was going to create stories. The filthiest imaginative little stories of everything he wanted to do to you, for only you to (hopefully) be privy to one day. He leaned over slightly and tugged open the drawer of his nightstand and fished around for the small clear bottle he had hidden in the back. He had no experience but he figured if he were to replicate your mouth as realistically as he could, he would need to make it as wet as possible. It wasnât the first time he had gotten himself off to the thought of you and the small bottle of lube that he kept hidden away was of no thanks to the spiciest, hottest scenes in your romance novels. He may have been a raging virgin but he was no stranger to touch.Â
There had never been one time that he jerked off and didnât think of you. It was always you. He could only imagine you crawling slowly towards him across his bed in only that white shirt and your tiny red panties as he poured a generous glob of lube into his hand before tossing the bottle haphazardly across the bed sheets. Still sitting back on his heels, Lando spread his thighs apart slightly and smeared the lube in his right hand to warm it up a bit before he was staring down at your picture in front of him and he wrapped his hand around his dick.Â
Lando sunk his teeth into his bottom lip with a small groan and slid his hand up the shaft of his cock slowly, savouring the soaking wet feeling from his palm. He thought of you between his legs, draped on your stomach with his shirt riding up your back so he could see the curve of your ass in those tiny lace panties and spank you as he wanted, all while you could take his dick in your warm, wet mouth. He could imagine it so well that his eyes literally fluttered as he exhaled strongly on the downstroke of his hand, dreaming about the lube being your spit instead. He wanted it so badly he was burning for it.Â
âYeah, baby.â he breathed out, âSuck it.âÂ
He moved his hand in steady strokes up and down his dick as if trying to mimic what he could only imagine your mouth would feel like. The lube smeared messily in his palm, between his fingers, and dripped down the length of his cock as he worked himself slowly but he was all too addicted to the disgusting wet squelch that it filled the room with. His breathing was heavy and his light grip he kept up pulled soft moans from his chest.Â
Your name fell from his lips again in a breathy whimper and he slid his hand up higher to pull little twisting strokes right around the head of his cock, his thighs physically flinching at the sensation. His head fell back with a groan and he moved his hand faster right there.Â
âYeah.â he whimpered out, naturally starting to thrust up into his own touch a little, âYes, yes, yeah, baby, fuck-âÂ
But he slowed it down to make it last, choking out a soft cry as he dragged his hand down in long slow strokes to ease the rising pressure again and he lolled his head to the side as he peered down at your picture again resting up on his bed sheets. His breaths fell heavier and as his impatient desperation grew, he had to move to a better position.Â
The images in his mind followed the shift as he grabbed his phone with his left hand and could almost vividly picture you climbing on top of him as he draped himself backwards against his pillows. He craved to touch every inch of your skin for real but his imagination did him temporary justice as he pictured you unbuttoning his shirt to drape it open and give him a greedy view of your bare breasts and beautiful body. Lando bit his bottom lip again as he gave himself a few more lingering seconds of soaking up every inch of your picture in his phone before he was making a fist and lowering it down onto the tip of his dick so he could imagine what it would feel like to truly slip inside your cunt.Â
âOh, God, baby.â Lando whimpered at the tight squeeze of his lubed up hand, not tearing his eyes away from your image for even a second, âShit, you feel so good.âÂ
But if he shut his eyes, it almost felt so real; like you were truly there in his dorm room and bouncing on his dick. The image was so vivid in his mind to the point that he could see the bounce of your breasts and the mess of your hair and the smudge of your fair makeup, your tiny lace panties simply pushed to the side. The sound of his hand on himself was easily enough replicated and he sped it up a little more with a lingering groan, his head tossed back against his pillow.Â
Landoâs breathy praise was spoken to no one, âGood girl. Fuck- good girl, baby, just like that.â
He took one last look at your picture on his phone before he had to drop it to reach out and grab his thigh with a strangled whimper. He knew your face better than anything so resorting to just his imagination wasnât a difficult task and he did so gladly. Being alone, there wasnât too much of a need to be quiet but Lando tended to anyway, only letting out the smallest little whimpers and moans between his shallow breaths as the pleasure drew through his veins.Â
The craving for you was so intense Lando felt almost dizzy and he fabricated you taking his whole cock deep inside you over, and over, and over, faster and faster. He choked out a little moan as his hand sped up and his head tossed back sharply against the pillows as his nails raked up his thigh in overwhelm.Â
âFuuuck-âÂ
Landoâs hand flew to his hair and he grabbed a tight handful as his hips started bucking up into his hand slightly, his moans only getting louder and he could nearly hear yours too, he swore. He just wished he could get his hands on you to grab your hips and fuck up into you or to grab your breasts and watched your face fall into pleasure. He dreamt of what your pussy felt like when you would cum around him, definitely knowing that his hand would never compare no matter how hard he tried to attempt to replicate it.Â
âOh God.â he squeaked out, his voice tightening in strain as he grew closer. His jaw clenched as he raised his head up to watch his lubed up hand get faster as the tip of his aching cock leaked for orgasm, groaning through his teeth, âYes, baby, donât fuckinâ stop.âÂ
Landoâs brain was flooded with your face, your body, every single one of his favourite pictures of you making up this never ending flow of stunning brilliance that he wanted to absolutely take advantage of in the best way. If you were anything like your writing, you knew how to fuck and Lando wanted all of it. Most importantly, he wanted you.Â
Faint sweat was forming at his hairline as he fucked up into his hand that was feverishly stroking his cock, his chest rising and falling in anticipation as he gripped the back of his hair and spread his legs a little wider. His moans were getting more pathetic, more desperate, more pleading and he couldnât stop picturing you on top of him.Â
âShit, Iâm gonna cum,â he squeaked out quickly, âLemmy cum inside you. Please, let me cum inside you.â
He fell silent for a second, only rasping out a âyesâ and your name, and his hand worked him right into orgasm. His mouth fell open and his head dropped back against the pillows as a little dribble of white spurted gently from his tip and fell onto his hand followed by a second. He stroked himself slower, really pulling and twisting to get more out as his hips ground up and a good shot streaked right up his faint abs.Â
âYes.â he breathed through his teeth, slowing right down, and his breath froze in his chest for a second as more leaked from his tip and he could feel his cock physically pulsing in his hand. Lando bit down on his bottom lip as he moaned out of his orgasm. âMm, fuck.âÂ
He took a second to steady his breathing a little - and to imagine you falling onto the bed beside him and swallowing him up in pleasurable blissed out tired kisses - and then he reached over to his night stand to grab a tissue from the box. He wiped off his hand and then grabbed another to clean up the few streaks across his stomach and the tip of his dick before throwing them into the small garbage bin beside his bed. With a little pleased smile and a soft sigh, Lando rolled over to grab his underwear from the ground and pulled them on as he got off his bed.Â
When he glanced back over his shoulder at the wrinkled sheets, he could only see your picture still on his phone as the true shape of your body laying there watching him get up, your cheeks flushed and hair a mess and shirt left unbuttoned to expose your chest to him. And youâd smile at him so adoringly that it honestly made his heart flutter and he wished he could really see you leaking with his cum right onto his duvet.Â
In his underwear, Lando slipped out of his room into the silent suite that was still missing his roommate and helped himself to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. He took one last look in the mirror, brushing his hand over his once styled hair, and then returned to his room and closed the door behind him.Â
Lando smiled at your picture that was still on his phone screen when he returned and he sat back down on his bed and slouched back against the headboard as he closed the photos app and removed do not disturb from settings. Instagram popped up with two notifications and Landoâs guess was correct that it was his two friends waiting for him. Since he hadnât been able to properly talk to George yet since he was eating, he opened his messages first.Â
georgerussell63: Iâm back!
georgerussell63: She just left you a little treat for after class lmao
georgerussell63: Iâm surprised I didnât come back to spicy messages from you
georgerussell63: Who are you and what have you done with Lando?
georgerussell63: Haha
Then, a few minutes later, his friendâs casual banter shifted into the kind of messages Lando dreaded to read.Â
georgerussell63: Mate, wait did you see? :/
georgerussell63: Wait probably not because I know you have him blocked
georgerussell63: Do you want to know?
georgerussell63: Idk where you are but Iâll just tell you anyway
georgerussell63: Itâs HIS shirt that sheâs wearing :/
georgerussell63: Hello??
Landoâs eyebrows furrowed for a moment and he shifted in place at the sudden feeling of a sharp blade piercing his chest ached his heart. He rubbed his hand over his chest and then worded a simple response.
landonorris: What the fuck
He swiped out of his conversation with George and opened Alexâs to see similar messages waiting for him.Â
alex_albon: Oh my God mate
alex_albon: Ok warning now, youâre not going to like this
alex_albon: She reposted HIS story on hers
alex_albon: He was at the photoshoot and itâs his shirt sheâs wearing in the post
alex_albon: Iâm literally so angry for you
alex_albon: Lando?
alex_albon: Hope you didnât drown
Lando didnât know what to say other than a repeat of,
landonorris: What the fuck
It had been a few months since you had publicly announced that you were dating some random influencer guy that Lando had barely heard about. Another thing heâd never admit? That he cried four times that day over it. It was a part of you that he should have been supportive of knowing that if you were happy then he should be happy, but it honestly just made him feel like trash, like some irrelevant stupid fanboy, and completely hopeless in love. In fact, to put it truthfully, Lando loathed the sight of your boyfriend. He loathed the sound of his name. He never would dream to hate another human being but your boyfriend pushed him pretty damn close to that.Â
Lando just knew you could do so much better.Â
You could do so much better with him.Â
georgerussell63: Iâm so sorry mate
alex_albon: Iâm so sorry buddy
alex_albon: I will literally fight this man for you
Lando suddenly felt so dirty but not in the way that he had planned as the concept of having been staring at you in his shirt and jerking off to you in his shirt suddenly made him want to throw up. Cheeks pink with anger, Lando did the only thing he could honestly do in that moment: rant to his best friends in their group chat.Â
landonorris: Youâve got to be fucking kidding me
landonorris: Why is he literally everywhere
landonorris: Why is he all over her all the fucking time???
landonorris: Does he not have a job???
landonorris: Can I not have one nice thing??
landonorris: These were her best pictures yet and he fucking ruined them
landonorris: Why is she wearing his shirt in a photoshoot?
landonorris: WHY WAS HE EVEN THERE??
georgerussell63: This is so fucked
alex_albon: Iâm literally pissed off too
alex_albon: I couldnât even tell you what this man's job is
georgerussell63: Donât worry Lan youâre gonna get to her some day and sheâs going to fall all over you đ€
georgerussell63: Youâre literally perfect for each other she just doesnât know you yet
alex_albon: But she will!!
georgerussell63: Hell yeah she will
alex_albon: He may be someone sheâs in love with now but youâre gonna be the one sheâs in love with forever
georgerussell63: Oof Albono spitting facts đ„
landonorris: Like what does he have thatâs so great
landonorris: Heâs brunette??
landonorris: Oh wow nice
georgerussell63: Is now the time to mention that so are you?
landonorris: Whatever mate Iâm desperate
landonorris: It fucking hurts and I hate that it hurts
georgerussell63: Itâs gonna make you stronger
georgerussell63: Like Kelly Clarkson said lol
alex_albon: Youâre gonna be so strong itâll be like WWE level gains up in here đȘđŒđȘđŒ
georgerussell63: Sheâs gonna be all over those guns mate
georgerussell63: Unbelievably sexy đ„”
landonorris: Omfg guys đđ
alex_albon: Ripping through shirts kind of strong
georgerussell63: Absolutely demolishing weak boyfriends kind of strong
landonorris: Might go to shake his hand like a gentleman and -oops sorry didnât mean to break your arm mate
georgerussell63: PFFFF LMFAO
alex_albon: HAHA dkm omggg
georgerussell63: 1000%
alex_albon: Plus you can race and what kind of girl doesnât literally swoon over a guy that can race fast cars
landonorris: Bro barely
landonorris: Talking about not even getting past F4 is not the way to impress a girl
georgerussell63: Fuck F4 mate
alex_albon: What do they know about talent
georgerussell63: Yeah and youâve got serious skill
georgerussell63: Fly to Monaco and drive circles around that woman
alex_albon: And bring us too!!
georgerussell63: Thatâs a given
Lando smiled lightly to himself and slid farther down on his bed as his friends eased his conscious like it was their day jobs. His heart beat for you, that was undeniable, and there was a second of any day that went by where he wasnât thinking about how to get to you.Â
landonorris: Next book tour idc Iâm lining up at 4am to meet her
landonorris: I bet she smells so good
alex_albon: Siiiimp
georgerussell63: Just please donât say that to her face
PART TWO
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hey, totally ok if itâs not ur vibe, but iâd love to see an oscar fic where heâs helping his girlfriend or a childhood best friend when sheâs feeling a bit down.
i keep thinking about that man helping clean a depression room and telling his girl not to be embarrassed and heâs there to help and they get it sorted and he just holds her. makes sure sheâs eaten and drank something.
even if itâs just a drabble, iâd really appreciate it :) need that kinda care in my life rn, even if itâs fictional.
I made this girlfriend because it just felt softer idk
To Be Loved Is To Be Seen (OP81)
Summary: Oscar knows his girlfriend well and itâs obvious to him when she starts breaking down. Heâs happy to help or, more specifically, remind her how worth it she is.
Warnings: this one is HEAVY on the family trouble, depression, anxiety, VERY ANGSTY but def cutest HAPPY ENDING
Note: i didnât know if you wanted reader to be in a rut or have a reason for it so i just made a reason
Y/nâs first few months of university were hard. Not only was it due to the new course load, but also because of her parents lack of interest when it came to her life. It had been a gradual shift, starting from her last two years in high school and only getting stronger as time went on. They had always been there, overbearing at times, but, now, they posted pictures of their trips around the world, failing to answer her calls and texts. She felt selfish for wanting her parentsâ attention as much as she did, but it was hard to fight. There were situations she had never dealt with before, she wanted her momâs wise words and fatherâs funny remarks to get through it all. But, she sat alone in the darkness of her room without the guidance counselor she usually could count on. It felt as if she wasnât enough to keep them there anymore. It was heart wrenching and it stewed within her at such volumes, it became too much.
Thatâs when Oscar noticed. Her boyfriend had always been attentive, noticing small things about her that no one else did, but the second her smile didnât reach her eyes and her text messages became less frequent, it was almost as if he was staring her down in anticipation of some sort of sign. He didnât begin to realize it was related to her parents until he caught a glimpse of her phone when they were together, the screen open to her conversations with her mother and all of the recent texts going completely unanswered. He knew she had always had a rocky relationship with them, but she spoke about them with such respect, he knew it wouldâve bothered her to feel so unimportant.
Knocking on her door, his hands clutched the bag of her favorite food he had got on his walk to her apartment. He had planned this evening out for weeks, not telling her about it in worry that she would slip into a facade put together with a fake smile that made his skin crawl.
She opened it, her body tense and tired in a ratty shirt and shorts, âOscar? What are you doing here?â
It was as if he saw her front go up, her posture straightening and that haunting smile which told him all too well how much pain she was in. He smiled softly, âI thought we could spend the night together.â
She closed the door enough to only peek her head through, âOsc, Iâm so sorry, but I canât tonight. Iâm so busy.â
He stayed put, âThatâs okay. I can wait on your couch.â
âNo, Osc,â She said firmly, her face turning in the light and exposing the dark bags under her eyes.
He stepped closer to her, putting his hand on the door and looking down at her with a look that made her feel loved, âY/n, let me in. I know youâre going through it. Let me be with you.â
Her resolve cracked, her smile dropping for a second and water suddenly pooling in her eyes, âYou donât want to come in here.â
He leaned against the door and cupped her cheek, âIt wonât make me love you any less.â
With a sigh, Y/n pushed the door open, beckoning the boy into her home. He knew what to expect, he knew what it was like to reach the place she was in. So, when he saw the piles of clothes, half-eaten food on the counter with old dishes in the sink, and her little accessories put in the wrong places, something she would never usually do, he wasnât surprised. If anything, he was happy she had let him in, literally and figuratively.
She picked at her nails beside him, swaying on her feet as she analyzed his every move. Part of her was trying to ready herself for him to walk out the door, give up on her because of whatever stood before them, but he gently set the food on the floor and ushered her into his embrace. His cheek laid against the top of her head, nestled in her hair, as he tightened his grip around her body. She smelled his cologne and felt his sweatshirt which made him feel all the more warm. There was something about his presence, she would later learn it was how safe she felt, that made the turmoils of her mind quiet as she began to cry. Y/n had promised herself that she wouldnât cry for people who clearly didnât care, but as Oscar rubbed her back and whispered how much he loved her, she realized it was never going to work.
Her breaking down wet the material of his sweatshirt, but Oscar just held her tighter, whispering how it was going to be okay and this would all pass.
âYouâre so worth it all, Y/n,â He whispered, pecking the top of her ear as he smoothed down her hair.
She clutched his back before Oscar was moving her hands under his hoodie to feel the bare of his skin. He knew she loved that. And she did. Y/nâs tears began to dissipate as he told her why he was there.
âIâm with you in this. You arenât alone. Iâm here for you and I always will be. This,â He gestured to the space around them, holding her face in his hands and forcing her eyes to meet his, âdoesnât scare me at all, love. What does scare me, though, is the attempts at eating on the counter. Have you been eating other than that?â
She shook her head, âI tried. Itâs too hard. Iâm not hungry ever anymore.â
He titled his head with a small frown, âWell, maybe your favorite food will help, yeah? Weâll sit together and eat. We can go as slow as you want, or as fast. All up to you, baby.â
He kissed her forehead lightly before guiding her to the living room, one of the less dirty places, and setting her down on the cushions. He set it all behind him, not wanting to overwhelm her with everything he got, and took out what he knew she would want first. There was a dull sparkle in her eyes when he handed it to her, his heart lifted. It hadnât been there when he first arrived.
She opened it slowly, eyeing the food she once ravished in seconds, and taking a utensil to pick at it. He looked at her, waiting patiently for her to take a bite. When she did, however small, he did too. When she did again, he did too.
She stopped, âWhy arenât you eating faster?â
He smiled, âBecause Iâll take a bite when you do. I donât mind, Y/n. I told you Iâm in this with you.â
Her eyes gloss over as they dart between him and the food before taking another bite, giggling a bit when Oscar takes one of his own dish. She eats, he does too and their eyes never leave each other, offering unspoken support.
When the plastic boxes are gone and empty, Oscar has glasses of water randomly appearing in his grip, offering them to his girlfriend who has found herself tangled in that soft blanket he got her last Christmas. Her cheeks are a soft pink from the warmth of it coupled with the candle he lit in the midst of their dinner and she smiles when the cool liquid flows down her throat. Oscar stands over her, hands in his pockets and wondering how anyone could possibly ignore her texts. He wants to take a picture of her, remind her parents of the beauty they have in their reach. But, he also knows that any text he sends to them wouldnât be one he should send to his potential (very likely) in-laws. So, he stays quiet and looks at her with the love she deserves.
âDo you need anything else?â He asks, pushing the hair out of her face.
She shakes her head, âNo, Iâm good. What movie do you want to watch?â
He kisses her cheek, âItâs up to you. I wonât be watching.â
Her eyebrows knot together and she cocks her head, âWhy not? Is this some random pickup line where youâre going to tell me how youâll only be watching me?â
He laughs, his head back, as he walks toward her room, âNo, but thatâs a good one. Iâll keep that for later. You put on whatever you want, baby. Iâll be cleaning.â
She crawls to the corner of the couch, watching him begin to pick up her room, âClean? What? Why?â
He stops, turning around to look at her through the door, âBecause I want to help you feel better and I know your apartment is stressing you out. You shouldnât have to worry, love. Just relax. Iâll be done in a few hours.â
Her mouth is agape as he moves throughout her room, putting things away as if he knows where everything goes. He does, apparently. And when the shock of it wears off, a smile cements itself on her face as she turns on a random movie. She enjoys the soft humming of Oscar in the other room, answering his occasional question about the plot of the movie sheâs watching. When he moves to the kitchen, out in the open and available to see whatâs on the screen, Y/n falls asleep to the picture of her boyfriend doing her dishes and taking out her trash. Falling asleep with a warm heart mended by someone that has always loved her unconditionally.
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Sheâs awoken by the feeling of soft mattress beneath her and Oscarâs arms heavy around her torso. Heâs deep in sleep when she opens her eyes, has her completely enveloped in his grasp on her side. The room is dark, the window open and allowing for a cold breeze to flow through the room. She loves it. Itâs cold outside, but Oscar keeps her warm. Her hands move their way up to his head, playing with his hair and staring at the man who has treated her so gently.
Tears fall down her face all so suddenly, sniffling lightly but still waking Oscar in the process.
Heâs immediately worried, âWhatâs wrong?â
Her head drops to his chest, âI just love you so much and canât tell you how much it meant to me that you stayed here even after seeing the state everything was in, including me.â
His soft hands leave her body and pull her face up to him. His eyes are dilated as he looks at her, âI wouldâve done it yesterday and Iâll do it for the rest of our lives. I donât want you to struggle alone. You donât deserve that. Youâve done too much of that before you met me.â
If only her younger self could see her now. A younger girl worried sheâd never find a man who loved her by seeing her now wholly adored by someone who didnât just see her, but understood her too. She doesnât even need to utter the problem, he already knows and sheâs caught on to that since the moment he showed up at her door. His carefully chosen words about her worth and how easy it is to love her were all strategically placed in order to fix the cracks deep in her soul that have come undone at the hands of her parents.
âItâs just upsetting that they only loved me.â She whispers and for a second, Oscar doesnât understand what sheâs saying. But, the tense of her words dawns on him and the look on her face unleashes anger in his body. Loved. Itâs upsetting that her parents loved her. They no longer do in her eyes. She once had parental support, love, but itâs obvious how transactional, conditional it was now. She got a taste of what it was like to be loved by them, but it was taken away when she needed it the most. She had mentioned to him before that growing up, she felt as if they used her presence to shy away from the problems of their marriage. When she was out of the house, she thought they would separate, but the opposite has happened. She served her purpose, now they throw money at trips to fill the void of what they have refused to face. Disregarded and thrown away, thatâs the implications of what sheâs confided.
He nods, tears in his eyes, âItâs so unfair of them to treat you this way. Theyâre your parents. They should be there for you, but they have never known how to love and you were just an unnecessary victim in it all.â
She wipes the moisture from her face, âI should just move on from the way theyâve treated me. I should give them grace because theyâre my parents. I should just make peace with it all because this will never be fixed in the way I want it. But, I canât.â
Oscar kisses the top of her head, âItâs okay that you canât. Thatâs completely understandable. Giving grace just because theyâre your family members isnât right, Y/n. Just because thereâs a blood relation doesnât mean you can excuse their behavior. Theyâre your parents and they have neglected you for ages. You canât keep giving everything to them, only to get nothing in return. Parents or not, you distance yourself from people who bring you down as much as they do.â
More tears smear against his chest, âBut, theyâre my parents, Osc.â
Itâs as if he doesnât know what to say because he knows how much she praises their drive and determination, giving her a life of privilege. Though, he stands firm on the idea that no one should be given a second chance if they âloveâ this way.
âI know, Y/n, and itâs so horrible that youâve been put in this situation, but I think it would do you some good to let go of a part of them. Youâll go home and see them for birthdays, Christmases, but, in the time between, you donât have to chase after them. You can find love in other things, happiness in other things. Iâll even do some of it with you. We can take up painting classes like you always wanted, walks in that park down the street that you love, studying in coffee shops, and watching the sunset. Life without them can be freeing.â
Heâs right, she thinks. Life without them will be freeing. But, the story of letting go is never easy and finding yourself flipping to past chapters to hold onto something that isnât there anymore is usual.
However, as she lays tangled in the limbs of Oscar, she finds future chapters to be more exciting, more fulfilling. Her whole life is ahead of her, one including Oscar, and that sudden revelation fills her with an overwhelming relief. His listing of all the things she loves, wants to try desperately reminds her just how in love with her he is. Every action of hers is noted by him and sheâs spent years begging for that from her parents. She never got it, but maybe that was because something else softer lied in the cards for her. At times, her parents needed her, but they would always need something else more. Glamorous, shiny, new things that would satisfy them for a time. She would never be enough in the minds of them, but in the mind of Oscar, she was more than enough. It was clear she was everything to him.
A life with him would be different from the one handed to her on a broken, rusty platter. She wanted that with him and the way he looked at her told her he did too. Letting go of the dismissal of people she has killed herself for to make proud was maybe for the best, pushed her in the direction of focusing on Oscar and everything sheâs ever wanted. Was this her mending old, deep wounds?
Loved and cherished, she found sleep once more, rejuvenated with hope and a sense of moving on.
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this might have to be more than one part, but can you please write a wrong number lando fic? like lando texts the wrong number somehow and they end up becoming good friends, they start falling for each other but lando lies about his identity the whole time until they meet or he tells the reader. and sheâs pissed and she doesnât know anything about f1 anyways so she doesnât understand why he lied. with angst and stuff? idk if this is too specific or too much to ask!
Wrong Number, Right Person (LN4)
Summary: A wrong number leads Lando right to Y/n, but even the beautiful love they find together struggles to stand a chance against Landoâs lie of identity.
Warnings: none, BUT A HAPPY ENDING!!! Y/nâs bsf threatens to kill lando lol
Note: she is LONG! The word count is almost 9k oml but i have to say that @piastrification was a major help in making this because she read it for me and made it read less stupid! She also gave me some ideas so credit to her for that xx
If there was any moment where Y/n was beyond confused with absolutely no inkling of an answer, it was now. She stared down at her phone, clutching the device as she read over the message sitting on her Lock Screen over and over.
âWhatâs wrong?â Her best friend, Annie, asked. Her eyebrows were scrunched together in a way she had always done since they were kids, Y/n loved the way that had never changed. The two women had experienced so much growth over the years, but it was heartwarming to see some things hadnât.
Her eyes flickered to Annie before turning her phone around, âWhy does this person think Iâm supposed to be meeting them in half an hour?â
Annie laughed out loud, taking the phone from the other girlâs hands and typing out a reply, âSeems like this poor person has the wrong number.â
When Y/nâs phone is returned to her grasp, she giggles at what Annie had done.
Unknown Number
Hey! Just letting you know Iâll be there in thirty minutes. Hope you arenât running late like last timeâŠ
Y/n
Uh, Iâm actually running really behind schedule. I wonât be able to get there until around three hours from now. Sorry.
The two girls continued their lunch, feeling a bit bad about messing with a strangerâs plans but laughing nonetheless. It wasn't until Y/nâs phone started blowing up that the color began to drain from their faces.
Unknown Number
WHAT? THREE HOURS????? WHAT?
Unknown Number
YOUâRE MESSING WITH ME RN
Unknown Number
If you donât answer me in .5 seconds, I WILL show up to your house and wreck your shit
Unknown Number
LIKE WHAT? THREE HOURS? WEâVE HAD THESE PLANS FOR WEEKS MATE
Unknown Number
Literally answer me rn or Iâm telling Oscar to help me plan your murder
Y/nâs hand clasped over her mouth as she frantically began to type out a reply, guilt settling over the amusement.
Y/n
You most definitely have the wrong number. Sorry, me and my friend thought it would be funny to tell you that your plans were basically ruined. Our bad. But, I have no idea who Oscar is and I pray for the person you are meaning to text rn. Plz donât wreck their shit!
His response was immediate.
Unknown Number
Oh⊠sorry for my small outburst then. But, how am I meant to know this isnât actually the person Iâm trying to get a hold of?
Y/n laughed before Annie suggested taking a picture and sending it to the mysterious number. Probably stupid considering they had no idea who was on the other side of the phone, but an image was sent regardless.
Y/n
*Image Attached*
Y/n
I am most definitely not whoever you are trying to get a hold of.
The number doesnât respond for a few minutes, busy for all they know or getting bored of texting a supposed stranger. However, her phone dings on the table and the two girls peek to see the response.
Unknown Number
Woah, you are for sure not who I am meant to be texting right now.
Unknown Number
You are very pretty tho
Y/n giggled,
Y/n
Thank you, but not thank you if you are an old man or serial killer. I donât take compliments from psychos.
Unknown Number
Haha no I am not an old man or serial killer. Iâm a child in a 24 year old manâs body.
Y/n
How do I know this for sure?
Unknown Number
Trust me?
Y/n
Okay, ig. Whatâs your name?
The food comes to the table and Annie begins to dig in, watching her best friend closely before the girl puts her phone down.
âHe stopped responding. I asked for his name. Probably got scared or something.â She murmurs before cutting into her chicken. Annie nods her head side to side before they take up another topic of conversation, seemingly moving on from the previous random male who had interrupted their lunch.
However, thereâs another vibration on the table ten minutes later. Y/n picks up her phone.
Unknown Number
Robert :) But, people call me Bob. Whatâs yours?
Y/n
I am going against everything my parents ever taught me by telling a stranger my name and what I look like⊠but Iâm Y/n :)
Y/n
Btw bob sounds like a fake name thatâs so funny
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The next day, Y/n wakes up to yet another message from Bob- who had begun to take up the majority of her text notificationsâ real estate. She didnât mind in the slightest, though. They got on like a house on fire, banter, jokes and conversation free-flowing at any given time.
Bob!
Good morning :)
Bob!
Wait, is it morning for you? Where do you even live?
Y/n
Okay, stalker. Itâs literally 9 am, why am I already having to deal with a man trying to get my address.
Bob!
GIRL WHAT? That isnât what i meant and you know it, Y/n
Y/n
Yes, i know what you meant, bob. Iâm just joking lol
Y/n
I live in London! What about you?
Bob!
Monaco
Y/n
Shit, girl. Youâre rich asf?
Bob!
NO nah nah nah. Y/n, I literally work as a server here. I enjoy the glamor tho
Y/n
Oh⊠so no diamond necklaces :( You couldâve been my sugar daddy, bob.
Bob!
đ
Y/n
No i joke I JOKE i can buy my own damn diamond necklaces
Bob!
Of course you can, Y/n. Iâm not surprised.
Her heart warms at his portrayed support, and even though her bank account is in the negative, she likes to think Bob believes in her just as Annie does. Maybe he actually did.
She shakes her head at her thoughts. Iâve known him for a day, she thinks. He shouldnât already mean this much to her. She doesnât even know him.
Y/n
Ty, bob :) I have to go though. I have so much to get done today.
Bob!
Ok! text me when youâre free?
Y/n
yesss
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There is a small void in Y/nâs body as she unlocks the front door of her apartment. A day of being broken down has taken its toll on her. Usually, it doesnât get to her, the stress and pressure of it all, but today, as she flops down onto her ratty couch, part of her wants to give up.
Her phone buzzes underneath her leg.
Bob!
Are you free yet?? Itâs been all day, y/n!!!
Y/n
sry, i just got home.
Bob!
Just now? Didnât you leave at like 9:30 this morn??
Y/n
yeah
Bob!
Y/n, its 10:45 at night for you
Y/n
that would be correct⊠how did you know that?? Tracking my time zone, Robert?
Bob!
you might be scared to hear I have London saved on my world clock so I can see it at all times
Y/n
thats love fr
Y/n
but yeah its been a long day
Bob!
oh, well, im sorry :( how are you? Tired?
Y/n
Yeah, definitely. Just a hard day in general.
Bob!
Talk to me about it then <3
Her face blushes before the color is being forced back beneath her face. She doesnât know this man enough to tell him all her sorrows. Heâs just being nice.
Y/n
itâs ok. Thank you tho bob
Bob!
Who else are you planning to talk to abt it then?
Y/n
no one?
Bob!
you need to talk about it y/n to let it go. Talk to me.
Y/n
We barely know each other.
Bob!
Do i look like i care?
She laughs and types,
Y/n
Bob, I donât even know what you look like
Bob!
Weâll fix that someday :) Now talk to me about everything
Y/n takes a breath before her fingers begin flying across the keyboard.
Y/n
People are just mean. I try so hard everyday to give my all and my best effort, to not let people down, but I seem to still do it. I canât quite get things right and my boss is suffocating me with the way he looms over me like I can't hold my own. It makes me think I can't. Thereâs no room for mistakes or excuses, you have to be perfect in the office i work and i will never be that. Thereâs this other girl who holds my same position yet she does it so much better. I will never hold a candle to her and I know that. Sheâs everything I want to be because she accomplishes everything I can't. My boss knows it, everyone knows it, and it makes me feel like an outsider. I canât share certain memories with these people or fit in quite right because I haven't been able to achieve the same success as they have. I know Iâm just starting out and I have the rest of my life to surpass them, but what if I can't? What if I am never able to gain a good understanding and I am constantly behind?
There are tears pooling in her eyes as she relives the moments of her day when certain tasks were given to this girl she envies, Sam, while her boss gave her a look that had her close to quitting on the spot. Sam gets to revel in the future while Y/n stays in terror of it. A career path she has wanted all her life taunting her.
Bob!
I can relate to that. I can understand the feeling of seeing everyone around you get something you want so dearly while you share the same tools they do and yet you still come up empty. But Iâve also learned that good things come with time and we canât always be yearning for something that isnât meant to happen right now. Whatâs meant to happen will happen for you, Iâm sure of it, Y/n. I know itâs hard to not be jealous or feel inadequate, but you just have to make peace with the fact that you try your best and thatâs enough. Youâre a good person, Y/n. All the good will come to you.
Thereâs something in his words that makes her feel heard and for once, Y/n finds peace in anotherâs reassurance. She doesnât want to think about what that means toward who Bob is to her.
Y/n
Thank you. That means a lot.
Bob!
Of course. I wish I wouldâve had someone telling me that when I was experiencing it.
Y/n
When were you experiencing it?
Bob!
A few years ago. But, that doesnât matter.
Y/n
Youâre always vague, bob. Give me something please? Iâve told you so much.
Bob!
Thereâs not much to tell, Y/n.
Y/n
Youâre a server. Is that something you want to do for the rest of your life?
Bob!
I donât know. Iâm still figuring it out.
Y/n
VAGUE
Bob!
Ok, okkk!! I donât want to be a server for the rest of my life. I think Iâd like to work in Formula One. Iâve always loved racing and cars, the thrill of speed and all that. Trying to be Max Verstappen fs
Her eyes twinkle,
Y/n
Haha yeah right brotha
Y/n
Thatâs great tho! I think youâd be great in Formula One, Bob. Iâve heard of it but not a huge fan. It seems boring.
Bob!
Damn, shitting on my favorite thing⊠but thank you, Y/n. I think Iâd be great too.
Y/n
You know i didnât mean it that way!! What about your family?
Bob!
If youâre gonna ask me all these questions, should we just call?? Might be easier haha
She stares at his text for a moment, only a few seconds, before his contact name is large on her screen as his call awaits her answer. She clicks the green button and puts the phone to her ear, suddenly nervous to hear his voice for the first time.
âY/n?â His deep, husky tone fills her ears and the truth of his identity begins to genuinely reign true. His voice is none of some old, slimy man. She could see it fitting someone younger, handsome even. Part of her even wants to say he sounds familiar.
She breathes, âBob?â
Thereâs a silence that passes between them, a line crossed in the random relationship theyâd surprisingly developed. Rustling sounds from Bobâs end, sheets moving before Y/n adds to the commotion, her heels falling to the floor once she pushes them off.
âAre you going to ask me about my family?â He asks, a hint of laughter in his voice.
Y/n giggles, âTell me about your family, Bob.â
He lets out a small noise of confirmation, âWell, I have two sisters and a brother. A mom and dad. Still married. I donât know, what do you want to know?â
The two laugh together at his sudden loss of words before Y/n speaks, âUh, tell me about your parents. Any crazy love stories in the family?â
âNo, they got together relatively normal. Theyâve been together since they were younger and theyâre still in love to this day. They set up a great example for me.â
Y/n rises from her couch, putting Bob on speaker, and moving into her bedroom to get ready for the end of the night. His voice echoes off the walls of the glistening white walls of her bathroom as she asks him more questions about his siblings and relatives. The way he speaks so highly of them makes the pull to him she feels stronger. Something about him seems too good to be true, but she wouldnât say that out loud. She believes too much in the power of a jinx.
Bob somehow changes the conversation to her, asking her further about her job and her worries. Itâs scary how easy it feels to open up to him, things she had a hard time even telling Annie. Maybe itâs the anonymity of him, the elusiveness of the man she truly doesnât know. However, none of that matters wholly as she lays in bed, eyes trained on the fan above going in circles as she talks about insecurities sheâs had since she was a kid.
âItâs hard to know what traits you truly hold, you know? I can be the sweetest to one person, but horribly mean to another. I donât want people to think Iâm armed with ill intent. Sometimes things just donât come out the way I want.â She whispers, arms sitting heavy over her stomach.
Bob sighs, âItâs scary how much we share in common. Iâve felt that way too many times before. You can never be too careful with your words and it just hits so hard when people donât understand who you truly are at your core. If they did, they wouldnât think I was saying something with malice.â
She smiles to herself. Itâs as if he lives in her head. âI donât think youâd mean anything malicious, Bob.â
He chuckles, âI donât think youâd mean anything malicious either, Y/n.â
The quietness of her name on his lips brings her closer to sleep and itâs the way he begins to ramble about how much he loves to talk to her that sends her over the edge, a warmness accompanying her body to sleep.
Bob keeps talking for a few minutes before her silence is deafening and he realizes whatâs happened. Still, he talks, traumas and all, because something about knowing sheâs there makes him not want to hang up.
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âSo, youâve been talking to this guy for how long?â Annie questions, her eyebrows pulled together just as they always have while she stares bewilderedly at Y/n.
âThree weeks,â She replies, a message from Bob appearing on her screen just as they utter his name.
Annie stares at her, âAnd you donât know what he looks like?â
Y/n shakes her head lightly, âNoâŠâ
Annie scoffs, âY/n! Thatâs so stupid! He could be stalking you for all we know!â
âNo! Heâs not stalking me, Annie. I think I know him now, really. In the beginning, no, but we call all the time and we talk about anything and everything. Heâs sweet and heâs everything Iâve ever been looking for in a guy.â Y/n is quick to defend, her phone in her hands as Bob calls her.
Annie glances down to the ringing phone, âIs that him?â
Her challenging look makes Y/n nod slowly. Annie lurches forward and Y/n yelps just as her best friend yanks the phone out of her hands and answers the call.
âANNIE!â Y/n yells, grasping for the phone while Annie just moves away.
Bobâs voice meets Annieâs ears, âY/n?â
âThis is Annie, Y/nâs best friend. Iâd like to know your address and full name, seeing as my beloved friend has not gotten that information yet.â She demands, eyes glancing toward Y/n as she awaits the manâs answer.
Bob stutters, âUh, my name is Robert Dancing. I live in Monaco.â
Annie shakes her head, âNo, Iâm talking address. Like, 12345 Hemingway Street.â
Bob laughs, âCan I just talk to Y/n?â Thereâs a hint of anxiousness in his voice that sends Annie into a manic spiral.
âNo, tell me where you live.â She fires back.
âAnnie!â Y/n tries again, grabbing onto Annieâs sweatshirt to pull her closer. When sheâs within reach, Y/n reaches for the phone and snatches it back, much to Annieâs dismay.
Y/n apologizes, âBob, Iâm so sorry. Annieâs a little insane.â
He laughs and it lingers around her heart, âItâs okay. Just call me later, yeah?â
She nods and murmurs confirmation before hanging up. She turns to look at her best friend, a rare moment of betrayal. âWhy would you do that?â She asks, annoyance radiating off of her.
Annie crosses her arms, âBecause, Y/n! You donât know this man.â
Y/n groans, âYes, I do! Also, getting to know him by demanding his address seems satisfactory to you?â
âYouâre being stupid, Y/n! Iâm just looking out for you!â She raises her voice, anger getting in the way of truly getting her point across.
Y/n shakes her head, âLooking out for me would be trusting me when I ask that of you! You just completely went against everything I asked of you! I asked for support, not outraged behavior!â
Annieâs face drops, âYou donât get it! Y/n, you do not know this man! You didnât even know his last name until I asked for you yet youâve apparently told him all of your secrets?!â
Y/n begins to pack her purse in a moment of fury, âNo, Annie, you donât get it!â
As she stands at the cusp of the front door, Annie yells back at her, âStop falling in love with someone you canât trust!â
Y/n closes the door shut, a huff coming from her lips as she storms down the stairs, tears down her face. To have her best friend question her judgment regarding someone who means so much to her hurts immensely. Though, what hurts worse is knowing she might be right.
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Max almost looks perplexed when Lando hangs up the phone.
âRobert Dancing? What the hell kind of name is that?â He teases, a patronizing tone.
Lando shakes his head, âI didnât know what else to say! Dancing was the first thing that came to my head!â
Max crosses his arms over his chest, âAre you ever planning on telling this woman who you really are?â
Landoâs mouth opens and falls closed, at a loss for words, âI donât know. I want to, but I know sheâll run. I donât blame her. Iâve lied about fundamental things.â Thereâs a crease in his forehead as he continues, âI canât lose her. Iâm too addicted to the way she makes me feel.â
Max sighs, âI hate to say it, but you might, Lan. You told her you were a completely different person, betrayed her trust in an insane way. Youâve got something special, that counts for something, but you need to be prepared for the possibility of her never being able to find it in herself to forgive you. I donât want you to get your hopes up and get hurt.â
âI wonât. I know the risks of what Iâve done, but I canât take it back now. I just need to find the time to tell her. I will tell her and Iâll do it in a coherent, calm way.â He tries, but the two of them know heâs already gotten his hopes up. Max looks at him with faux confidence, knowing Landoâs found himself with someone itâll cut deep to let go of.
Lando knows it too, knows the kind of pain thatâll shred through him if she leaves because of his mistake. Itâs ironic in the way that a lie, one so unnecessary, is the thing that plagues his mind at night even as Y/nâs voice puts him to sleep.
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Thereâs a nagging in Y/nâs brain that pushes her to get out from under the covers of her bed and find her desk in the dark of the night. She sits in the chair with a creak before opening her laptop and the random browser sheâs had tabs open in for days on end.
Her fingers however over the keys before typing in a dreaded question of truth.
âRobert Dancing.â She whispers as she presses enter and the screen begins to load. Her stomach churns and her eyes whip away, too scared to look. What would she do if nothing came up? What if Annie was right? What if Bob wasnât who she thought he was after all?
But, then, his voice calls her back to the safety of her blind trust as it rings throughout her brain. He seems too nice to be what Annie had thought him to be. Bob is who she thinks he is, he has to be.
Her gaze takes one more look at the picture of her and Annie on her nightstand before she turns her head fully to find out her fate.
A blank screen with the haunting words, âSorry, we couldnât find what you were looking for.â stares back at her. For a moment, she thinks she mustâve spelled his name wrong and she tries multiple, very clearly wrong, versions of what his name could be in an attempt to console the last of hope dwindling out of her body.
Bob. A name in her mouth that now means nothing takes on what she had originally thought it had been. A fake name.
This canât be, she thinks. There has to be some logical explanation. But, then again, Robert Dancing is not a typical name, something should come up for a server who lives in Monaco. A link to his social media wouldâve shown. Heâs young and living in Europe, there would be a trace of him.
Robert Dancing does not exist.
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Unknown
Y/n, you never called me back. Is everything okay?
Y/n
Everything is fine.
Unknown
Can I call you now?
Y/n
Iâm busy.
Unknown
Itâs been three days and I havenât heard from you at all. Seriously, are you okay?
Unknown
Y/n, answer me. Whatâs going on?
Y/n
Stop messaging me.
Her body jolts in surprise when her phone rings aggressively against the desk at her work. She looks around sheepishly at her staring coworkers before grabbing the loud device and walking outside. The moment the door shuts behind her, she answers.
Bob speaks so quickly, âY/n, whatâs going on?â
She stares at the skyline, trying to find peace in the view, âWhatâs your name?â
Bob is quiet, âRobert Dancing. You know this.â
âNo, I donât. Whatâs your name?â She tries again, anger in her voice and sadness deep in her soul.
âBob.â He states, breaking her heart once more.
Y/n scoffs, âI know thatâs not your name. If you donât start telling me the truth right now, I will hang up and block you.â
A door closes on his side and she hears him take a breath, âOkay, okay. Donât do that. Howâd you find out?â
A dry laugh leaves her mouth, mixed with astonishment, âDo you think Iâm stupid?! You gave me what was supposed to be your full name, so I searched you up. Choose a name that actually comes up next time, yeah?â
âY/n, Iâm so sorry. You told me you would never think I meant malice by my actions. That should apply here.â He tries, but she just shakes her head.
âThat was back when I thought I knew at least your name. Who ever are you? Do you even live in Monaco? Was any of it true?â She cries, somewhat surprised at the tears that have appeared.
He sounds disappointed, âYes, it all was. I do live in Monaco and I have three other siblings. My parents are still married. All the things I told you were true, my doubts and insecurities. That wasnât fake, Y/n.â
She pulls herself together, not ready to break down for a man so cruel, and wipes her tears, âWhatâs your name?â
âY/n, I-â
She interrupts, determined, âWhatâs your name?â
A build up manifests from the silence he lets go on before he answers her dying question, âLando Norris.â
Part of her was expecting him to say a name she wouldâve recognized, but no part of her has any reaction to him. His name is just another one she wished to have been able to connect to another human being.
He takes her silence for realization and his body slumps against the wall behind him. Part of him knows she wonât, but another part worries sheâll take their situation and everything heâs told her to the press.
What she says next completely contradicts everything he built up in his head, âYou act like thatâs supposed to mean anything to me.â
With that, she hangs up the phone.
â
Annie and Y/n havenât spoken since their fight a week ago, but the betrayal of it is pushed aside when Annie opens the door to find Y/n crying at her door.
No words are shared, Annie understands, and Y/n is ushered into the home, coaxed by her best friend to sit on the couch.
âWhat happened?â She whispers, her hand rubbing over Y/nâs back. Annie hates to see her best friend in such brokenness, even in a moment where she could tell her I told you so. That would do no one good, Annie knows that. Y/n doesnât need to be proven wrong right now, she needs someone to sit with her when no one else seemingly wonât.
A sharp intake of breath and Y/n speaks, âHe wasnât who he said he was. Robert Dancing doesnât exist. His actual name is Lando Norris. As if that means anything. Why would he lie?â
Annie cocks her head because it doesnât make sense. Why would he lie? Lying about your life to make it seem more interesting than it was would make sense, but to blatantly lie completely about your identity? That didnât make sense.
âHave you searched him up? Maybe itâs supposed to mean something?â She tries, genuinely lost at the situation.
Y/n shakes her head, tears falling to her lap as she hangs her head, âIf I do and I see him, I donât want to know. I already like him too much and that makes this hurt more than it should. If I see him, learn who he truly is, Iâm scared Iâll never be able to let him go.â
Annie frowns, part of her wants to know about the man that put her friend in such a state. But, itâs not what Y/n needs as she cries on the beige couch. Her head fits in the crook of Annieâs shoulder as the girl turns on mindless TV for her friend.
Still, though, Annie knew she would find herself investigating Lando Norris later when Y/n fell asleep.
â
Itâs ironic how similar Y/n and Annie look when they scour the internet for information about a specific man. Annie has a bit of blanket pulled over her lap as Y/n hogs the majority of it, the rise and fall of her chest a telltale sign of needed slumber.
The face of Lando Norris stares back at her as she tries to think of this man calling her best friend at night, asking questions no one has before. He seemed bubbly in the few moments she spoke to him and when she clicks on a video of him in an interview, she knows immediately it's him. His voice is distinct as it speaks through a clear microphone. There were no lies in his second confession to Y/n.
From what she can tell, heâs a beloved member of the Formula One community, a sport she had never truly looked into because she assumed it was overrated. So, did Y/n. The off chance that Lando texted a random person and found something more with them, he lucked out that that someone was clueless when it came to the sport that made him famous.
Her breathing stops when she finds a video that titles Landoâs supposed telling of a woman heâs taken a liking to. The date of the video tells her itâs within the time frame of him and Y/n.
She glances at her sleeping best friend before clicking the link, his smiling face large on her screen.
Landoâs giggle is sweet, âYeah, I guess you could say Iâve found someone. Or, at least, have a crush. This girl and I are definitely not official, but thereâs something there, I think we can both feel it. Iâve never felt so free with someone.â
The reporter, out of view from the watcher, coos, âThatâs great, Lando! Whatâs her name?â
Lando gives the man a warning glance as he states authoritatively, âI wonât be handing that information right now.â
He clutches the microphone and Annie can see the way his body shifts with protectiveness. If anything, this is exactly the kind of way she had always wanted Y/n to be treated. Protected and cherished. From what she could gather, from the deepdive of articles and the stories Y/n had told, Lando did just that.
Her heart aches. A stupid man tried to protect himself whilst falling in love with a woman that never even knew who he was. They were never even given a chance.
Somehow, in a black out of pure sadness for Y/n who had always yearned to be adored in this way, Annie found herself buying a ticket to the next Grand Prix, Silverstone of all places.
With a crappy seat and no plan or guarantee of finding him, Annie knew she had to find Lando. She had to fight for something that wasnât even hers.
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The commotion of fans surrounding the entrance to the paddock puts Annie on edge, not to mention the size of the crowd. She thought she got here early, wanting to be at the front so she could try and talk to him, but as she sees the large amount of people between her and the path where the drivers walk, hope diminishes. Still, she pushes through everyone, apologizing when she gets dirty looks. She knows how bad this looks, how much this most likely goes against common courtesy at races such as these. The face of Y/n with bloodshot eyes and a puffy face forces her to persevere, her best friend deserves someone like Lando.
Sheâs halfway through the crowd when it roars to life, screams emitting as people begin to stick McLaren hats and posters in the air. From the sliver of light she can see through some bodies, Annie watches Lando begin to walk through. He stops to sign for some fans and she pushes more forcefully, knowing this is her only chance.
He moves through it all with grace, but a certain speed that makes her heart pick up. Heâs at the front of the crowd, about to step into the paddock and be lost completely to her when she yells, âLando! Itâs Annie!â
Itâs the first thing that she can think of, hoping heâll be reminded of Y/nâs voice when she tried to cover for her best friendâs moment of protection. Annie watches him pause, turn around slowly, as his eyes roam over the sea of people. He locks eyes with her as she waves her arms in the air, something passes between them and he begins running toward her. A connection to the woman he let down, one he hadnât stopped thinking of in the weeks she had left him.
When he reaches her, Lando is stunned by her presence. âYouâre Annie? Like Y/nâs Annie?â He whispers, the people around her screaming for his signature as she nods her head.
âY/nâs Annie.â He looks to be fighting tears as he ushers a security guard over. âI need you to escort her into the paddock, to my driverâs room.â
The large man nods and Lando walks off, nodding at Annie gratefully. Once heâs gone from the premises, the guard moves the rope keeping people from bombarding the drivers up and lets her through.
The walk to wherever Lando had ordered is quiet as Annie takes in the money that surrounds her. People with Cartier jewelry and Birkens waltz around with an air to them that allows Annie to suddenly understand Lando. This is what he was afraid of. A greedy woman who would take advantage of the status he had and lie to him to get to his money and the money around him. While she understood, however, she still felt angry at his deceiving. Y/n was never given the benefit of the doubt.
The guard knocks on Landoâs door and it swings open, his sunken face coming into view and in the new light, Annie can see the love that Lando had found in her best friend. The effect of her leaving him is seen all over his body and from what she could gather during her time looking into him, he wasnât doing as well as he usually had during races.
He motions for her to come in and when she does, the door closed, he begins talking, âDid Y/n send you here? Is she here? Can I talk to her? Does she want to see me? Is she forgiving me? Are you-â
Her heart breaks as she interrupts him and his quick anticipation of a reconciliation is crushed, âNone of that is true. Iâm here on my own terms. Y/n doesnât know Iâm here. At this point in time, she doesnât want to see you, but I think thatâs the shock of finding out about you.. That will wear off eventually. Sheâs hurt, Lando, but I also know she hates not talking to you. She hasnât stopped talking about you. And I canât stand to know that you two found something sheâs always deserved, but let it slip away because of fears and betrayals.â
He sits opposite of her, staring at her and trying to find the answers he wants to hear in her eyes. He never does.
Lando rubs his palms over his eyes, âI never even got her last name. There was no way for me to find her.â
âY/n Y/l/n.â
He lifts his head slowly, âWhat?â
At the look in his eyes, Annie smiles, âY/n Y/l/n. Thatâs her last name. Actually, her full name, I guess.â
A small grin finds its way to Landoâs face and the way he touches his mouth lightly makes her think he hasnât smiled in a while. âY/n Y/l/n,â He whispers, smile widening as it all falls from his lips.
Heâs even in love with her name, Annie thinks.
âCan you take me to her? I would like to be given the opportunity to fight for her.â He asks hesitantly, as if Annie hasnât made it abundantly clear that she is here to help.
She nods, âI will tell you where to meet her, but first, I need you to tell me everything from the beginning, from your perspective.â
Landoâs head hangs and he begins, hands wringing together in his lap, âWhen I first texted her, I thought she was my friend, Daniel.â
âDaniel Ricciardo?â She asks, clarification needed for this story.
Landoâs eyebrows rise, âYou know the sport?â
She shakes her head, âNo, both Y/n and I never got into it because we didnât think it was that exciting - sorry - but, I basically learned everything about your life and Formula One when Y/n told me your name.â
He nods and continues, âWell, yes, I thought she was Daniel Ricciardo, we were supposed to be meeting for lunch that day to just catch up before starting the new season. Well, as it turns out, he had changed his phone number over break because it leaked and never told anyone that he wasnât needing to contact immediately during that time. I assume Y/n mustâve gotten a new number around the time because she got his.â
Annie thinks back before realizing Y/n had shattered her phone in the weeks before and ended up getting an entire new cell phone profile. New number, email, everything. She had said she liked the clean slate.
At her nodding, Lando talks once more, âWhen she sent me the picture of her, I immediately thought she was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen in my entire life. Thatâs cliche, but itâs true. Sheâs still so beautiful to me. Um,â He shakes his head, tears having pooled in his eyes at the mention of her beauty, âI knew I wanted to keep talking to her, see where it went because I couldnât just stop talking to her and never knew what couldâve been. So, I made a quick, impulsive decision. I lied about who I was because I just wanted her to treat me normally. I had no idea who she was or her morals, I couldnât guarantee that she would treat me like everyone else. Obviously, when I learned of who she was and the deep parts of her that no one else got to see, I wanted to change it all. I wanted to tell her so many times who I was and what I wanted with her, what I saw with her, but I knew if I did, I would just lose her. So, I tried to find ways to keep talking to her, but also slowly introduce the truth. Clearly, I never found a way. When you called me, demanding my address and full name I panicked and didnât think about what would happen if I said what was supposed to be my full name. Youâre very scary, you know.â He chuckles, Annie does with him, âSo, it all fell from there. She found out Robert Dancing was something entirely fabricated and she called me, telling me to tell her the truth. I was backed into a corner and everything I wanted, I needed, left me. That moment is ingrained in my brain.â
He breathes slowly, his eyes still on his hands, before whispering, âI miss her.â
Annie nods, âI know. So does she. Thatâs why you need to go to this address,â She hands him a small paper, âMeet her there on Monday at 7 PM, come prepared to tell her all of that and more.â
He clutches the paper like itâs his last lifeline and Annie smiles at how important Y/n is to him.
Lando glances up at her, âWhat do you mean by more?â
Annie continues to smile lightly, âThat you love her. That you need her. That youâre sorry. Lando, remind her of what you two had.â
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The small apartment complex is daunting to Lando as he stands in front of it. Annie never told him where he was going or what he would be met with, but considering heâs here to see Y/n, he can only assume the building he stares at is her home. His anxiety only spikes. He does not want to mess up again. He doesnât want to taint her home with even more pain, he thinks to himself, images of himself groveling and begging for her forgiveness flashing in his mindâs eye.
Nonetheless, he knows if he backs out, Annie would find his address this time and physically harm him.
So, the boy walks to the gate and rings her neighbor, following Annieâs instructions closely. He remembered how she told him if he rang Y/n, she wouldnât let him in, being stubborn and all. Though, if he rang the neighbor, an older woman Annie called Lo, he had a chance.
âHello? Iâm here to see Y/n.â He said into the rusty speaker, a questionable smell infiltrating his nose.
A crackling sound emits from it before Lo is speaking back to him, âAre you Robert Dancing? Annie told me you would be coming.â
Lando laughs at the name, his random ideas being the reason for it, and murmurs a yes to her. She doesnât say anything back, just a loud buzzing noise that tells him the door is unlocked.
When he walks through, part of him groans at the lack of an elevator. For an athlete, the man is lazy.
Thus, he begins his scale to the top floor, cursing himself for falling in love with someone who lives so high up.
Heâs almost completely lost to his thoughts that he doesnât realize Y/nâs door stands in his way once his feet hit the doormat. It dawns on him the time has come to meet her in person, having never before. It should be studied, he thinks, how heâs fallen in love with her without ever truly seeing her.
He knocks on the door, not wasting time before he truly aborts whatever mission heâs found himself on. And his heart soars when he hears her yell, âComing!â
Heâs only ever heard it over the phone. To hear it feet away from him is almost as exciting as the idea of her forgiving him.
The door unlocks and pulls open, revealing Y/n in a matching set of pajamas that he remembers her texting him about, asking if they were a stupid purchase or not. He told her to get them, she told him probably not, that she was poor, but she still had.
Her eyes land on him and heâs ready for whatever screaming heâs about to endure, but she just smiles at him.
âHi! Can I help you with anything?â She acts as if she doesnât recognize him and Lando realizes she doesnât. Annie had mentioned something about Y/n becoming disinterested in seeing who he truly was, out of fear of becoming too attached. His mind mustâve not genuinely absorbed that information because he only understands it now.
She doesnât know who he is.
He could do the same thing he had before, lie and tell her heâs someone else. Take the safer option and secure her love, but he takes a breath instead and remembers all Annie had told him. Heâd already put her through so much, to do it again would be cruel.
âY/n, Iâm Lando.â He says while he watches her face fall.
Her hands fly to the door, about to slam it on his face, but he sticks his foot in right before she can. The impact hurts, but he continues with what he had practiced so many times on the way here.
âPlease, Y/n, just hear me out.â He pleads as her cheeks fill with red. Heâs almost sure it isnât a blush.
âHowâd you even get my address?â She says, astonished at who stands before her. Her eyes fall over his body, trying to understand the information. Who he is, what he wants.
âAnnie.â He whispers, knowing her confusion will only heighten more.
Her mouth falls open and she yells, âANNIE?!â
What he believes to be Lo, pops out from her behind her door at the yelling and Lando lowers his head.
âCan I come in? We shouldnât have this conversation in the hallway of your complex.â He rubs a hand over the back of his neck, hoping sheâll agree. When she does, opening the door for him slowly, he flies forward. While he was ecstatic to be given another chance, he still fears for his image and what would be speculated about a seemingly heated conversation between him and another woman.
She guides him to the couch and they sit down. A familiar creak sounds that reminds him of the ones he would hear when they got into deep conversation during their nighttime calls. The image of her on the phone with him, concentration on her face as she listened to whatever he was revealing and getting comfortable on her sofa, makes him smile softly.
âBo- I mean, Lando, you need to start talking. I donât have all the time in the world to listen.â She gives, her tone ice cold. However, the break in it when she realizes sheâs said his former, fake name makes the anger he felt over his lies further. He wants her to say his name, the real one. He wants her to say it with love and excitement, not distance. He wants her and his name on her lips.
âI never meant to hurt you. Actually, what I did was in an attempt to shield myself from any kind of bad faith. I didnât expect to develop what he did. I didnât even expect to open up to you in the way I did. I thought I could make a friend, one who didnât know who I was and didnât have any kind of bias toward me. Iâve always wanted that with someone, especially a partner. I saw an opportunity and I took it, not thinking through it all and I hurt you in the process. Iâm so sorry, Y/n. From the moment we started truly talking, calling and all, I knew I had messed up, but I never found a way to tell you. Well, a way to tell you that wouldnât result in you getting rid of me. I wish I could take it all back, but not you. Not what I got to experience with you, what I felt with you. Youâre my favorite memory and youâll never understand how grateful I am for you. You helped me through bad races even when you didnât know, helped me through weird press interactions when you didnât know. I loved that. I loved how at peace you made me feel. I canât let this go without knowing I gave it everything I have and when Annie showed up at Silverstone, telling me I had to fight for you, I took whatever she had to give.â
Y/n stares at him, trying to digest it all, and murmurs, âAnnie went to Silverstone?â
He chuckles lightly, âYes, she came and she told me who she was, what she was doing there. She told me she knew what we had and she didnât want you to lose something youâve always deserved. She gave me this address and told me to come here at this time, told me to buzz Lo instead of you so I could come in. She told me I needed to remind you of what we had.â
Y/n goes red again, blushing this time. She smiles at the idea of Annie going to great lengths just to make her happy, âAnnie sounds determined.â
Lando smiles along with her, âShe was. She told me if I didnât fight for you, sheâd find me and kill me. Sheâs really scary, Y/n.â
Their eyes meet and Y/n is reminded of what once was, the way he made her feel. She misses him and knowing the intricate shade of brown in his eyes doesnât help how much she wants to shut him out.
âI understand why you did what you did, but that doesnât make it any better. You couldâve given up everything you were saying at any point in time and you didnât. You only told me when I confronted you with it.â She whispers, disappointment evident in her voice. She plays with her fingers and Lando is close to taking them in his hand.
He nods, âI get that. But, I was scared to tell you because I was just so in love with you. I still am.â
Her eyes snap to his and a moment passes before she asks, âStill am? You love me?â
His cheeks turn cherry tomato, âYes, of course, I am. The moment I realized you were safe enough to open up to, knowing my identity or not, I was in love with you.â
She groans and lets her face fall to her palms, âBut, Iâm in love with you too.â
He laughs and shakes his head, âWhy is that a bad thing?â
Her eyes peek from over her hands, âBecause I want to hate you.â
Finally, his fingers lace with hers as he brings them away from her face, âBut, you love me. Isnât that enough?â
She knows it is. He knows it is. Annie knows it is, even if she isnât there. Itâs a matter of if Y/n can put aside the grand web of lies he put together to let them have their shot at something that could be wonderful. In the warmth of his presence, she thinks she can.
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Y/n
Can you stop blowing up my phone
Bob <3
Why????? Iâm bored baby
Y/n
im at work girly
Bob <3
girly đ€đ«¶đ»đ€ plz go out to the balcony and answer me
Y/n
I think you might be obsessed with me
Bob <3
i made an alter ego so i could talk to you didnât i?
Y/n
girl
She picks up his call as she closes the door behind her, the new office building sheâs in allowing for a wider view of London. The new team she works with is less competitive than the last and their support is proving beneficial with the news she got today.
âMy beloved girlfriend, are you free for lunch today?â Lando giggles into the speaker like the lovesick man he is. Y/n can hear Oscar make fun of him in the background.
She smiles, âI thought you were bored?â
âYes, so now Iâm asking if you want to have lunch with meâ He answers as if itâs obvious. In the months after the soft moment shared between Lando and Y/n on her old couch, theyâve found something more than love between them. Lando says itâs destiny and Y/n says itâs a soulmate tie, but they agree that the love they once shared over the phone only grew once in person.
Y/n chuckles at his antics, âSure, I will have lunch with you, Lan. Can you come pick me up though? I donât want to drive.â
Lando makes a noise, âWhat did you think I was going to do? Make you drive yourself? No way. Thereâs one person in this relationship that drives cars professionally and itâs not you, sweetheart. Sorry to break it to you.â
Oliver, her coworker, comes to the door, asking for her assistance on something with a smile. She tells him sheâll be a minute and he nods, retreating back into the office quietly, âSorry, my love. I need to go. But, youâll be here when?â
Lando hums, âAn hour?â
âPerfect! Oh, and, Lando?â She asks, her voice filled with joy as he responds, âYouâll have to come to the Junior VPâs office to pick me up.â
Silence is met with her sentence before Lando whispers, âEither Iâm stupid and you have some big project I forgot about or youâre trying to tell me something that will actually make me lose my mind and sanity right now.â
She laughs loudly, âI got Junior VP, Lan. Youngest one yet.â
He shrieks, momentarily making Y/n go deaf, before screaming to everyone around him about his girlfriendâs achievement, âIâm so proud of you, baby! Oh my god! Iâm so happy! We need to buy champagne! You can have your own podium moment! Holy shit, Iâm so proud!â
âI would love that, Lan. Thank you. I love you.â She whispers the last part softly, three words that mean so much.
Heâll never get tired of hearing her speak of her love for him, âI love you too, Y/n.â
Sheâd never get tired of saying it.
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