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I AM SOBBING IM SO HAPPY

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not okay.

what the FUCK

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Should’ve main evented it

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sleepy old man

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hi

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strap match is getting a little too kinky fellas…

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give it to me kit.

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I want this twink annihilated

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i’m gonna pretend seth saw that 10 count because….

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Cooking up that musical.

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Alexandra’s Instagram is one of the most beautiful pages I have ever seen.

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MY MASTERLIST

-Requests are open so feel free to share your ideas for me to interpret!

F1

The Alchemy- LN4

Mclaren Orange- LN4

JOE BURROW

…coming soon…

WWE

…maybe coming soon :)…

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The Alchemy

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: lando wins his first formula one race in miami

song: The Alchemy by Taylor Swift- use of lyrics

warnings: fluff, use of y/n

This happens once every few lifetimes

The last lap of the Miami Grand Prix has arrived. It seems as if everyone was tense, and full with anticipation. Lando had managed to lead the second half of the race, a safety car getting deployed unknowingly helping him stay there. His car was speeding through every sector and corner. Soon enough, he did it. His papaya McLaren, which wasn't hard to spot, passed the finish line in first. Y/n had been sitting in the McLaren garage, watching the whole race unfold. Her eyes filled with happy tears, threatening to spill the second she blinked. Lando's voice rang through the headset everyone in the garage was wearing, his cheers causing everyone to smile brightly.

"Oh, about fucking time!" You could hear the smile in his voice as he commented to his team. "I love you all, I love you all."

Everyone in the garage gathered to hug, celebrating this massive win, and massive milestone for Lando.

"Thank you so much!" He continued to wave to the fans in the crowd. "We did it, Will! We finally did it."

These chemicals hit me like white wine

Lando had continued to thank everyone as he circled back around the track to the grid. He began naming each person giving them a personal thanks. Y/n was still in disbelief, beyond proud of her boyfriend and his first ever win. Slowly, she took the headset off, wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. The adrenaline rushed through her bones as she couldn't wait for Lando to come over by her.

But I'm making a comeback to where I belong...

Lando had exited his car, his hands reaching for the sky as he jumped in excitement. Y/n had followed the Mclaren team down to the grid, awaiting the arrival of their new race winner. As soon as he saw the clan of orange waiting for him, he ripped off his helmet, placing it on the ground before running over to all the people.

Trying to be the greatest in the league, wheres the trophy? He just comes running over to me.

Lando ran and jumped into the arms of the McLaren team. Yells were so loud they could bust an eardrum. Y/n watched in adoration, seeing all of the people who truly cared about Lando showing him just how much they did. After a while Lando's feet were back on the ground. His eyes seemed to roam over every persons face until he spotted hers. Both of their smiles were so wide their cheeks looked like tomatoes. He approached her, arms wide open, embracing her the second there was contact between the two. Lando's embrace was extremely tight as if he wanted to make sure y/n would never let go.

"I'm so proud of you, Lan." She whispered into his ear, a small sob following. Her fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck, none of them were letting go.

"I can't believe I did it." She could hear the smile as he spoke into her ear

"Its been a long time coming, you deserve it." Y/n pulls away, bringing his lips onto hers. Her first time kissing a race winner.

"Thank you for always being there for me. This win is all because of you." He smiles, pecking her lips one last time.

Y/n watches as the man of her dreams walks off into conversations with a few of his friends. Every person he encountered hugged and congratulated him. It was well known the party after this win was going to be crazy as they are in Miami, Florida.

Eventually, Lando gets called up to go onto the podium. His big smile is as radiant as ever as he pumps his fists into the air. He takes a step onto the podium, standing in the well earned "number one" spot.

The British Anthem played through every speaker after all drivers received their trophies. Y/n had managed to get a front row seat to watch this special moment. Lando's eyes yet again searched the crowd until they locked on y/ns. He sent a wink in her direction, then eyed the trophy on the step of his podium.

As both anthems came to a conclusion, the drivers popped open their champagne bottles, spraying each other relentlessly. Obviously, Lando received majority of the alcohol. His suit was sure to be sticky after this. The champagne managed to also spray along the crowd, y/ns hair becoming slightly damp.

Cause the sign on your heart says its still reserved for me

Just a few hours later, everyone cleaned themselves up preparing to go to a club Lando suggested. Lando had taken a shower before y/n had because he doesn't take as much time to get ready. She spent over an hour preparing for the night in the bathroom. As Lando was spread across the bed, texting someone, y/n opened the bathroom door revealing herself to him. She was in a beautiful, tight blue dress that looked even better on her due to her new tan from the Florida sun. Gold hoops with her Kate Spade purse finishing off the look. Lando's eyes darted from his phone to her body, trailing up and down every inch of her.

"Who has you dressing up all nice?" He stood up, walking to the bathroom door.

"Oh, I don't know." She shrugged in response. "I heard this really gorgeous guy just won his first race and is celebrating tonight."

"I don't think that winner wants to go out anymore," He smirked, his hands grabbing onto her waist.

"Well, it seems like everyone is waiting for him, so he has to go." She looked at text message from her phone, one of her friends had told her to hurry up. Y/n grabbed onto one of Lando's hands, pulling him outside the hotel room. They rushed to the elevator, the second they got to the first floor everyone was looking at them. A few of Lando's friends ran up to him, pulling him away from y/n, but the girls rushed over to her side anyways.

The night had gone on for what felt like centuries. The group of girls y/n was with currently were all a little tipsy, including herself. Her body was shining with sweat after many rounds of shots and dancing. Flipping her hair, she locked eyes with the blue ones she knew all too well. He sent her a wink, taking another sip of his drink. A blush crept onto her cheeks, but a part of her wasn't sure if it was because of him or the alcohol. They had been apart all night, hardly talking to each other. That was the last thing y/n wanted to happen after such an exciting day.

Eventually, everyone began heading back to the hotel. Group by group flooding out of the raging club. Walking down the street all the girls were complaining about the aches their heels gave them. Reaching the destination of the hotel was a relief to everyone. Saying brief goodbyes, and parting ways with one another.

Y/n and Lando's elevator ride was quiet, presumably because they were both exhausted from the long day. However, once the door of their room shut, Lando's arms looped around her waist, pushing her against the wall. Unexpectedly, his lips land on hers, ferociously attacking the soft skin.

"That celebration wasn't enough." He groaned, attaching their lips again as soon as he was done talking. Watching his girlfriend dance from the sidelines was enough to get him worked up for the night.

Her hands roamed his back, noticing every movement he did caused her to feel a new muscle on his back. The two of them were now both hungry for each other. Lando wished this moment came sooner in the day, the thought lingering in his mind ever since he stood tall on that podium.

Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

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McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."