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xo100 · 6 months ago

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Coming home - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary/request: by anon; ‘y/n drunk in a club and calling lando to pick her up 🙈 him being patient and gentle 🫶🏼 thank you!!!’

*:･ﾟ Word count: 2214

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It had been a quiet evening for Lando Norris. The kind of evening he loved, where the house was filled with the gentle hum of the TV, and the warmth of home comforted him after a long day. He’d spent most of his time winding down, his thoughts often drifting to his girlfriend, who had texted him earlier in the day, saying she’d be out with friends tonight.

“You have fun,” he had told her with a smile before she left, his hands gently resting on her hips as he gave her a kiss goodbye.

She never went out too often—mostly a homebody unlike him—so he had encouraged her to enjoy herself, to have a night of fun and laughter, with drinks if she felt like it. He knew she didn’t really drink much, maybe a cocktail here or there, but nothing excessive. She had always been mindful, careful, but tonight seemed a little different.

It was around midnight when Lando's phone buzzed.

At first, he didn’t think much of it. He figured it would be one of those casual updates, maybe a quick check-in to let him know she was alright. But when he glanced at the screen, the sight of her name at the top of the message thread made him pause, and the message itself made him frown slightly in confusion.

“I’msogldmkgoig,” the text read. He blinked, squinting at the screen.

Lando tilted his head, trying to decipher the meaning of the garbled message. Was she typing in some kind of code? Then it hit him—a small smile tugged at his lips. She was drunk. Really drunk.

Shaking his head with a soft chuckle, he swiped open his phone, his thumbs moving quickly over the screen.

“Hey, you okay? Need me to pick you up?”

It took a minute or two for a response to come in, and when it did, it was no clearer than the first.

“nnoOOO immmmperf!!! ssssgood igot this!!! 😊😊😊”

Lando laughed under his breath, a fond smile settling on his face. He could just imagine her sitting at a table with her friends, holding her phone up way too close to her face, squinting at the keyboard as she tried to string a sentence together. She always got flustered when her texts came out wrong, even more so when she had a bit too much to drink.

He tried calling her, but it rang for a moment before she declined it. Another message popped up.

“ssorryyyyy busyy having fun witt gurls!! 🎉🍹”

Lando raised an eyebrow. He knew her friends, and he had no doubt they were looking after her, but it was clear she was teetering on the edge of tipsy and downright hammered.

A part of him wanted to laugh at the situation, but the protective part of him nudged forward. He’d rather her be home and safe than out and struggling to figure out how to text properly.

After sending her another message asking if she needed help, he waited, watching the dots of her typing bubble appear and disappear before another string of incomprehensible words filled the chat.

Then, finally, she called him.

Her name flashed across the screen, and Lando answered quickly.

“Hiiiii,” she sang into the phone, her voice bright but undeniably slurred.

“Hey, love,” Lando said softly, leaning back on the couch, the smile in his voice impossible to miss. “You doing okay over there?”

There was a brief pause on the other end, a bit of shuffling and background noise as her friends laughed and chatted around her. “Mmmm, I think soooo,” she said, dragging out the words. “But Landoooo, guess what?”

“What?” Lando humored her, knowing she probably had no idea where this conversation was going.

“I miss youuuu,” she said with a giggle, her voice softening with an endearing whine. “Like, really, really miss you.”

Lando’s heart did a little flip, warmth spreading in his chest. “I miss you too,” he replied, his voice dropping into that gentle, affectionate tone he used whenever they were being sweet with each other. “How about I come pick you up, hmm? I think it’s time to get you home.”

There was another pause, and he could hear the muffled sound of her friends in the background again, likely checking in on her. Then she whispered into the phone, as if telling him the world’s biggest secret, “Okay… but don’t tell anyone… I’m a little drunk.”

Lando chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You don’t say.”

“But I’m not… that drunk,” she continued, her words tumbling over each other. “Just… a little.”

“Sure, babe,” Lando said playfully, standing up from the couch and grabbing his keys. “I’ll be there in a bit, alright? Stay with your friends. I’m on my way.”

“‘Kayyy,” she sighed, clearly relieved. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re the best,” she whispered, her voice filled with a drunken sincerity that made Lando’s chest tighten in the best way.

He grinned, shaking his head again as he headed out the door. “You’re not too bad yourself, love.”

The drive to the bar wasn’t long. Lando had been there with her and her friends before, and he knew the route by heart. As he pulled up, his eyes immediately scanned the front of the building, and sure enough, he spotted her standing with a few of her friends near the curb, her posture relaxed but a little wobbly. She was laughing at something one of them had said, her phone clutched in one hand, her jacket loosely draped over her shoulders.

Lando parked and stepped out of the car, his eyes softening as they landed on her. She looked up and saw him, her face lighting up in a way that made his heart skip. She immediately broke into a wide, tipsy grin, her eyes sparkling as she waved enthusiastically.

“Landooo!” she called, drawing out his name in that adorable, exaggerated way she always did when she was happy to see him.

He chuckled, making his way over to her, his hands slipping into his pockets as he approached. “Hey, you,” he greeted, his voice warm and teasing.

She stumbled slightly as she moved toward him, but he was quick to catch her, his hands gently wrapping around her waist to steady her. “Careful, love,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Her arms looped around his neck as she looked up at him, her eyes a little glassy but full of affection. “You came,” she said, her voice softer now, as if the reality of him being there had just hit her.

“Of course I did,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I wasn’t gonna leave you here drunk and texting me gibberish all night.”

She giggled, her cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t texting gibberish!”

Lando raised an eyebrow, pulling out his phone and holding up her messages for her to see. “You sure about that?”

She squinted at the screen, her face scrunching up in concentration before she groaned, burying her face in his chest. “Okay, maybe a little gibberish,” she mumbled.

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

She let out a dramatic sigh, looking up at him with wide, playful eyes. “But I was having funnn,” she whined, though the smile tugging at her lips told him she was more than happy to go with him.

“I’m sure you were,” Lando said with a smirk. “But you’ll have more fun when you’re not regretting all those drinks tomorrow.”

She pouted up at him for a moment before her expression softened, her hand coming up to gently cup his cheek. “You’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice carrying that drunken tenderness again.

Lando’s heart melted at her words, and he leaned down to kiss her softly, his lips brushing against hers with all the love and patience in the world. “Only because you’re worth it,” he murmured against her lips before pulling back slightly. “Come on, let’s get you in the car.”

The drive home was quiet, her head resting against the window as the streetlights flickered by. Every now and then, she’d glance over at him, her eyes soft and full of affection. He’d catch her staring and smile, reaching over to squeeze her hand gently, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in soothing circles.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” she said suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lando laughed softly. “Am I?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, her eyes drifting shut as she leaned back into the seat. “Really, really cute.”

He shook his head, the fondness in his chest swelling as he stole a glance at her. “You’re something else.”

By the time they got home, she was half-asleep, her body heavy with the exhaustion that always seemed to follow a night of drinking. Lando parked the car and got out, walking over to her side and opening the door. She stirred slightly, her eyes blinking open as he reached out a hand to help her up.

“You okay to walk?” he asked gently.

She nodded, though her movements were slow and sleepy. He wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her out of the car as she leaned into him for support. Her head rested against his shoulder, and a small, content sigh escaped her lips as they made their way toward the house.

Lando unlocked the door and led her inside, his grip gentle but firm. She stumbled a little on her way through the doorway, giggling at her own clumsiness.

“You’re like my knight in shining armor,” she slurred playfully, looking up at him with a soft smile as they stood in the entryway. “Except you drive a McLaren instead of a horse.”

Lando chuckled, rolling his eyes in amusement. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She nodded, her head resting back on his shoulder as they made their way down the hallway to their bedroom. “It’s totally a compliment,” she mumbled, her voice getting quieter with each word. “You’re perfect.”

They reached the bed, and Lando helped her sit down, carefully slipping off her shoes. “Alright, love,” he said softly, “let's get you into something more comfortable.”

She whined in protest, her arms going limp as she dramatically fell back onto the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. “But I’m already sooo comfy,” she groaned.

Lando smirked, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered affectionately as he knelt down to take her shoes off. Then he stood, heading to the closet to grab one of his oversized hoodies—one she always liked to wear—and brought it back to her.

With a bit of gentle coaxing, he helped her change out of her clothes, into the soft hoodie that smelled faintly of him. She sighed in contentment, snuggling into the fabric as soon as it was on.

“There you go,” he whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. “All cozy.”

She smiled sleepily at him, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him. “Lando?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

The words came out soft and vulnerable, almost like a confession. Even though she was drunk, there was a deep sincerity in her voice that made his heart ache in the best way. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his own forehead against hers.

“I love you too” he murmured, his voice filled with all the affection he’d been holding onto since the moment she had called him. “So much.”

She smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she snuggled deeper into the blankets. “You’re the best boyfriend ever,” she mumbled, her words slurring together as sleep started to claim her.

Lando stayed there for a moment, just watching her, his heart swelling with warmth. He could see the way her breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely as she drifted off to sleep. Even in her drunken state, she was still the girl he adored—the one who made him laugh, who always knew how to make him smile, and who filled his life with more joy than he ever thought possible.

He stood up slowly, making sure she was tucked in before he changed into his own clothes for the night. Sliding into bed next to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. She instinctively moved toward him, her body curling into his as she sighed in contentment.

Lando pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as he whispered, “Goodnight, love.”

And as she slept peacefully in his arms, he couldn’t help but smile, his heart full. Because nights like this—where he could be there for her, take care of her, and remind her just how much he loved her—were the ones that made everything worth it.

She might have been a little too drunk tonight, but to Lando, she was perfect in every way. And as they lay there, tangled together in the quiet comfort of their home, he knew he wouldn’t trade a single moment of it for the world.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; Hey anon! I hope you enjoyed it and that this was what you had in mind! If not let me know so I can change things! Enjoy it, love! I’m also currently working on part 3 of baking cookies, coming online soon!

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xichilie · 22 days ago

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Mydei x (fem) reader x Phainon

Taking care of them while their drunk

The lively atmosphere of the tavern was beginning to die down as the night stretched on. Most patrons had already stumbled home, but two familiar figures remained seated at a corner table, both looking far too pleased with themselves.

Y/N stood nearby with her arms crossed, watching the unfolding disaster with exasperation.

“You two are unbelievable.”

Phainon grinned, raising his empty mug in triumph. “Unbelievably strong, you mean!” He hiccuped. “I told you, Mydei, you can’t outdrink me. I am victorious!”

Mydei, slumped slightly over the table, lifted his head with a scoff. His normally sharp gaze was unfocused, and his face was faintly flushed. “You’re not victorious… You’re just… full of hot air.”

Phainon gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “How dare you.”

Y/N let out a tired sigh. “Alright, that’s enough. We’re leaving.”

Mydei groaned, pressing his forehead against the wooden surface. “Too… heavy.”

Phainon waved a hand. “Let him sleep here. I’ll stay and protect his honor.”

Y/N grabbed both of their arms, hoisting them up. “Neither of you are staying here. I am not dealing with the consequences of leaving you in a tavern overnight.”

Phainon blinked down at her, swaying slightly. “You’re… so small.” Then, as if coming to an epiphany, he turned to Mydei. “Why is she so small?”

Mydei, still clearly drunk, squinted at Y/N like he was trying to solve a complex puzzle. “She’s not small… We’re just too big.”

Phainon gasped again, as if this was the greatest revelation of the night. “That makes so much sense.”

Y/N rubbed her temples. “I swear, I’m going to throw you both into a ditch.”

With great effort, she managed to haul both of them up, throwing one of their arms over her shoulders. It wasn’t easy considering how tall and broad they were, but sheer determination (and irritation) kept her moving.

As they stumbled toward the exit, Phainon suddenly perked up. “Wait, wait, wait—should we go on an adventure?”

Y/N didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

“But Y/N,” Phainon whined, “imagine it! We, the great warriors, on a secret mission in the dead of night—”

“We are on a mission,” she interrupted. “The mission is getting you two to bed before you do something stupid.”

Phainon pouted but allowed himself to be led outside. Mydei, on the other hand, was muttering under his breath. Y/N turned slightly. “What?”

“…I could carry you home,” Mydei slurred, half-lidded eyes glancing at her. “It’d be easier than this.”

Y/N scoffed. “You can barely stand.”

Mydei frowned as if that was a personal attack.

They made their way down the cobblestone streets, Y/N practically dragging them along. Phainon, despite his drunken state, seemed to be enjoying himself, humming a tune and swinging their arms like a child.

At one point, he gasped dramatically. “Y/N!”

She nearly tripped. “What?”

“I have an idea.”

She braced herself. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“But it’s a great idea.”

“No, it’s not.”

Phainon leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What if… I climbed on Mydei’s shoulders? And then you climbed on mine? We’d be unstoppable.”

Y/N deadpanned. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Mydei, however, seemed to be considering it. “Hmph… We would be taller…”

Y/N groaned. “No one is climbing anyone! Now, walk.”

Finally, they reached her home. With a final burst of strength, Y/N shoved them inside, slamming the door behind them. Mydei flopped onto the couch like a ragdoll, arms hanging limply. Phainon, on the other hand, latched onto Y/N the moment she let go of him.

“You’re so nice,” he mumbled against her shoulder.

Y/N rolled her eyes, prying him off. “Sit down. Both of you.”

Phainon pouted but obeyed, sinking onto the couch beside Mydei, who had his head tilted back with his eyes closed. Y/N hurried to grab some water, handing each of them a cup.

“Drink. You’ll regret it in the morning if you don’t.”

Phainon took a sip before setting the cup aside and throwing himself sideways—right into Y/N’s lap.

She froze.

“Ah, perfect,” Phainon murmured, closing his eyes. “You’re soft.”

Mydei’s eyes snapped open.

There was a tense silence before Mydei reached forward, grabbed Phainon by the collar, and yanked him back.

“Oi.” His voice was low. “Get off her.”

Phainon blinked at him. “But she’s comfy.”

Mydei narrowed his eyes before, to Y/N’s complete and utter disbelief, he leaned over and rested his head against her shoulder.

Y/N stared down at him, stunned. “What are you doing?”

Mydei muttered something incomprehensible, arms loosely crossing over his chest as he settled against her.

Phainon let out an exaggerated gasp. “Are you stealing my spot?”

“I’m reclaiming what’s mine,” Mydei muttered.

Phainon squinted at him before throwing himself at Y/N’s other side. “Fine, I’ll just share.”

Y/N sighed.

She was now sandwiched between two ridiculously strong and clingy warriors, both of them completely unapologetic about it. Phainon had draped an arm over her, and Mydei, while more reserved, refused to move from his position.

“This is going to be a long night” she muttered.

Mydei hummed sleepily. “Mm… you’ll get over it.”

Phainon chuckled. “You love us.”

Y/N sighed, but a small smile played at her lips. “Yeah, yeah.”

They would absolutely regret this in the morning, but for now, she let them have their moment.

Y/N sighed as she glanced down at the two men leaning against her, Phainon snuggled up on one side while Mydei rested against her shoulder on the other. Their breathing had evened out slightly, though the weight of both of them was starting to make her shoulders ache.

She huffed, shaking her head with a fond smile. “What am I going to do with you two?”

Her fingers moved almost instinctively, gently threading through their hair. Phainon let out a pleased hum, nuzzling into her touch, while Mydei barely reacted, though the tension in his shoulders loosened ever so slightly.

Y/N chuckled softly. “Big warriors, huh? You’re acting like children.”

After a few minutes of letting them relax, she shifted, earning a grumble from Phainon as he instinctively tightened his hold on her. Mydei, too, frowned slightly but didn’t protest when she carefully slid out from between them.

“Alright, come on,” she said, tugging at their arms. “You can’t sleep here. Let’s get you to bed.”

Phainon groaned dramatically, flopping backward. “But I don’t wanna moooove.”

Mydei muttered something under his breath, rubbing his face. “Tired.”

“I know,” Y/N said patiently, “but you’ll be more comfortable in an actual bed. Now come on.”

She managed to get Phainon up first, draping his arm over her shoulder and guiding him toward the guest room. He stumbled a bit but followed, half-asleep already. Once she sat him down on the bed, she turned back for Mydei, who was still sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.

“Mydei,” she called gently.

He muttered something incoherent but made no move to get up.

Sighing, Y/N walked over and reached for his hand, tugging lightly. “Come on, let’s go.”

He exhaled deeply before finally standing, allowing her to lead him to the room as well.

Once she got them both onto the bed, she pulled the blankets over them, tucking them in. Phainon sighed in contentment, rolling onto his side, while Mydei simply let his eyes close, seemingly too exhausted to protest.

Y/N shook her head with a soft smile. “Sleep well, you idiots.”

As she turned to leave, a drowsy voice mumbled, “Thanks… Y/N.”

She glanced back to see Mydei barely peeking at her through heavy lids. Phainon, too, gave a sleepy grin.

She chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t throw up in the morning.”

With that, she left them to their well-earned rest, already bracing herself for the chaos they would bring when they woke up.

The next morning, Y/N woke up early, feeling well-rested despite the chaos of the previous night. She stretched, made herself a cup of tea, and relished the peaceful silence. But as she recalled how she'd had to practically babysit Mydei and Phainon, she smirked to herself. Those two were going to wake up with a killer headache—and, if things had gone the way she suspected, a bit of an unexpected surprise.

She peeked into the guest room, her suspicions confirmed.

There, tangled up in the blankets, were Mydei and Phainon—cuddling.

Phainon had somehow managed to throw a leg over Mydei, while Mydei’s arm was wrapped around Phainon’s waist as if holding him close for warmth. Their faces were almost comically peaceful, completely unaware of the position they had ended up in.

Y/N pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her laugh, but it was no use. A snort escaped, followed by a full-blown giggle.

As if on cue, Mydei stirred, blinking blearily. His body shifted slightly, and it took a few seconds before realization hit him. His arm was around something. Something warm.

Slowly, he turned his head—only to be met with Phainon’s very smug, half-awake grin.

“Morning, sunshine,” Phainon drawled, still groggy.

There was a moment of silence.

Then—

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

Mydei practically launched himself off the bed, tumbling onto the floor in a mess of sheets and limbs. Phainon cackled, stretching out as if this was the best wake-up he could’ve asked for.

“You looked so peaceful,” Phainon teased, propping his head on his hand. “Did I keep you warm all night?”

“You—!” Mydei's face was red, and Y/N was full-on laughing now.

“Oh, this is the best thing I’ve ever seen,” she wheezed. “I should’ve taken a picture.”

“You should have!” Phainon agreed, grinning. “Memory of a lifetime.”

Mydei, still flustered beyond belief, groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I’m never drinking with you again.”

Y/N, still chuckling, crossed her arms. “Oh, I don’t know. It was pretty entertaining.”

Phainon stretched lazily. “You hear that, Mydei? We should do this more often.”

Mydei’s glare could’ve burned a hole through him.

Y/N just smiled. “Breakfast, anyone?”

She walked off, still laughing to herself, while Mydei sat in silent regret and Phainon basked in the victory of the most hilarious morning yet.

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