When at work - Lando Norris x UniStudent! Reader Part 2
Plot: Lando has known you since you were born, literally childhood friends. You went to every karting weekend with him until he started to travel more. As childhood lovers who have been dating for 8 years what happens when the general public find out about you?
You'd been taken home by an officer in his car. He'd attempted to calm you down offering to stop at a petrol forecourt and get you a snack to help you blood sugars come back up.
Apparently you looked ghostly pale.
After a Wispa chocolate bar and a Lucozade was brought for you, and you sat in the car just chatting they pulled out and went back onto driving you home.
Once you'd been dropped at the door of your place that you shared with Lando the officers asked you a final few questions. Just if you had good security systems, or someone to stay with you tonight so you weren't alone.
They also explained that you would no longer be safe working there, and even a transfer wouldn't be safe. They asked about your income and whether you'd be able to afford the loss.
Obviously you and Lando would have to talk to each other once he came back to the UK to see what you'd both do and if there was anyway Red Bull or McLaren would take you early as a work from home sort of offer until you graduated and could commit to the seasonal travel.
You shut the door after the officers left, making sure to lock it with the bolt. You sloppily chucked your keys into the dish that was on the cabinet in the entry way before hanging your coat up in the cupboard and kicking your shoes off.
You run straight up into the bedroom, the ensuite door was open and you trudged through staring at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. Your mascara and eyeliner had run, and you resembled a Panda right now.
You jump into the shower, wanting to wash the days grot and smell of coffee beans and marzipan away. You make sure to wash of the makeup from your face before getting out the shower and wrapping a towel around your hair and body.
You start to go through your skincare routine, making sure to add your little yellow star pimple patch on at the end. You walk back down to the main room where you and Lando spent most of you time in the house.
You grabbed a large blanket from the hamper wrapping it around yourself before curling up on the sofa into yourself.
You sat there silently for a little while before the hot tears started to roll down your face.
You couldn't tell why you were getting so emotional over it. It was scary yes, but it was over now and the police had been very quick getting to the scene.
After 20 minutes of your own mind and a large nap, you woke around 2am. You felt awful knowing that you'd slept on the sofa and had missed dinner. You decided to make yourself a 'breakfast dinner' as you and Lando would sometimes call it depending on his sleep schedule.
You did some chores around the house, like the laundry from before Lando had gone to Australia and washed up the dishes you'd just used and changed the bed sheets. And finished off with some studying for some upcoming exams you had.
As the clock hit 5.30am you started to prepare yourself. You knew seeing Lando race would make you feel much better. You caught yourself up on positions using the F1 app to find out where Lando and Oscar would be starting. You made yourself a tea and got some of you favorite snacks before seating yourself up all comfy on the sofa.
Once you hear the 'It's lights out and away we go' all your worries seem to just melt. You keep your eyes on both the Papaya coloured cars. Only breaking away to message Lily, you had actually met her somehow before you met Oscar which was very strange but you hit it off immediately and would no stop text each other throughout races if you weren't together.
Lando ended up coming 6th, Oscar only a car between them in 8th. The Mclaren didn't have pace this year and you could really tell but both the boys were pushing it as hard as they could without breaking it and messing up their races.
And just like that, 2 days later, Lando was on his flight home. You'd prepared everything for him. Got food that you knew his trainer would approve of, but he would as well. You made sure that everything was perfect.
You drove to the airport in his car, you wanted to see him as soon as possible so picking him up seemed like the best option.
You got through security easily, Lando had phone ahead telling them to let you into the private part of the airport, not wanting to risk crowds around you again.
You waited for him, as he came through the door you couldn't help but run up to him, flinging your arms around him. He knew you well enough that he braced himself for your launching hug, being able to catch you and hold you up as you wrapped around him like a koala does to a tree.
"Baby i missed you so much" you sob, pushing your face into his hoodie covered neck as you cry into him. You hold him so tightly and he squeezes you back, whispering little things to you to get you to calm down.
You hear people walking around, you know its his team, taking his bags away so you didn't knock them over and just to help him in general.
"Okay baby, lets go home" he smiles and he keeps a hold of you sighing as you look at him with a pouty frown and a shake of you head.
"You don't want to go home? Then we cant cuddle on the sofa and have food" he smiles down at you. You let out a small huff before untangling your legs from around his waist before placing a dainty peck on his lips.
"Do you need help?" you politely ask the Mclaren worker, offering to take some of Lando's bags to which she thanks you shaking her head explaining that you didn't have to help.
"I parked the car not far. Airport security were very helpful!" you smiled taking his hand while dragging his suitcase in the other.
"Yeah I asked for them to come meet you. I didn't want a repeat of the other day" he frowns, and looks at you in the eyes. You knew what this meant, he'd want to talk about it the minute you got home.
The drive home was quiet but comfortable. He left a hand on your thigh as you concentrated on the driver back home.
"So, we should talk about why you felt in necessary to get a job" he says squeezing you leg lightly as he looks over at you.
"I- I didn't want to give the fans another reason to assume I'm leeching off of you. And i feel bad asking my mum and dad, like I'm supposed to be an independent adult ... I'm 22" you say sadly and you hear him sigh.
"Baby, 22 is still so so young and you shouldn't have all that pressure on yourself ... please" he begs.
"I've been talking to Zac and Christian about an opportunity i could do from home with them. Even Suzie reached out to me about F1 Academy" you explain, knowing you had options that didn't involve Lando and his finances.
"Baby, I know you don't want to be seen using me for my money, but holy shit you've got so much pressure on yourself right now. You don't need to add to it. I dont know how you did it for as long as you have been... how long did you work there?" he asks, having no clue how long you'd not told him you had a job for.
"About 3 months" you say, checking the wing mirrors before turning left down your road.
"3 MONTHS?" he asks in shock, you were nearly finished with university, surely you could have held out until graduation.
"Baby, you've only got like a month until you've finished all your exams and you'll join me!" he frowns, you pull up into the driveway with a sigh and a nod of acknowledgement.
"I know, i know! And I'm sorry i didn't ask for help and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I'd got a job" you say tears brimming your eyes before he pulls you into a hug over the gear stick.
"Oh, my sweet sweet girl. It's okay, I understand but please never ever feel like you cant ask for me to help you. That comes in the job description of boyfriend" he smiles at you, kissing your forehead making you melt at his touch.
This is what it felt like to be loved and cared for by Lando Norris.
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Midnight Pals: 10,000 Pounds of Spaghetti
[mysterious circle of robed figures]
JK Rowling: hello children
Rowling: what newssss?
Rowling: allisssson how goess the lawsssuit againssst ssstonewall?
Allison Bailey: GREAT NEWS!
Bailey: if losing were winning, then we just totally won!
Rowling:
Rowling: ssee, thiss sssilver-tongued eloquence isss why you're the bessst lawyer in the bussinesss!
Bailey: thanks, dark lord!
Rowling: or you would be if you ACTUALLY WON ANY CASSSESSS
Bailey: i
Bailey: oh
Rowling: how could you lose? i gave you £1,000,000!
Bailey: ok yeah i lost this case but i'm sure that, if you just gave me another £1,000,000, i could absolutely pin that wispa bar on a trans
Bailey: i know i could do it
Bailey: you gotta believe me!
Bailey: c'mon, bro, just one more £1,000,000, just one more
Rowling: what are you even ssspending £1,000,000 on jussst to lossse?
Bailey: oh you know, like, legal stuff
Bailey: like
Bailey: exposition and
Bailey: dockets
Bailey: uhhhh
Bailey: legal stuff
Rowling:
Rowling: [narrowing eyes] What'ss in that briefcasse?
Bailey: briefcase? what briefcase?
Rowling: that one you're holding right there
Bailey: OH! you mean THIS briefcase!
Rowling: yess THAT briefcasse
Rowling: the one with the ever-increasing olive oil sstain on the sside
Bailey: it's nothing, it's just full of , you know, papers
Rowling: what kind of papersss?
Bailey: um legal papers
Rowling:
Bailey:
Rowling: let me ssee them
bailey: [sweating] actually by the doctrine of uhh habeus porpoise i legally can't show you, sorry, that's just the rules
Rowling: did you ssspend my £1,000,000 on spaghetti again???
Bailey: actually legally i don't have to answer that question because of
Bailey: because of uhhh
Bailey: OBJECTION
Rowling: give me that damn briefcassse! [they struggle for briefcase]
Rowling: i told you NOT to usse thiss £1,000,000 for sspaghetti damnit!! I told you!
Bailey: [wailing] i know! i tried!
Bailey: but then i got hungry
Rowling: why do you need £1,000,000 for sspaghetti?
Bailey: i mean, it's really GOOD spaghetti
Bailey: the guy who sold it to me told me that this spaghetti is anti-trans
Rowling: how doess it work?
Bailey: he said it's got big gametes
Rowling: i don't know ssciencce but that ssoundss legit to me
Bailey: he also sold me these magic beans
[meanwhile]
L Ron Hubbard: step right up, step right up, get yourself some of honest ron's famous big gamete spaghetti
Poe:
Poe: i don't even want to know what this grift is supposed to be
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