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LANDO NORRIS The Winner of the '24 Dutch GP

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Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they don’t have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$

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(that ask was sent on the 3rd of November I’m so incredibly late lol sorry)

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I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I CANNOT PUT IT INTO WORDS

I’m very very fine guys dw and thanks for worrying in the first place😭🤍

are you guys reading this without getting babyfever? because if so, that’s crazy

written with lando norris as a girl dad PLEASEE !! maybe him teaching her how to dance with her little feet on his feet

⭑ DADDY DAUGHTER DANCE ⭑

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SUMMARY ─⭑ helping your daughter dance was the best thing. until emotions overcome the moment.

A/N ─⭑ this is more of a imagine rather than a full fic 🩷 i hope you still like it!! I ALSO SAID THIS IN A PREVIOUS RESPONSE TO MY THIRST OVER F1 DRIVERS AS DADS THAT LANDO WOULD DO THIS!! i’d like to say this is way more in the future but the imagination is all up to you!!

“Daddy, can we dance?”

It’s been over a month since you and Lando attended Kika and Pierre’s wedding with Eva being the flower girl. Needless to say, she was absolutely enamoured with her surroundings the entire night. Whether it be the arrangement of flowers, the eye catching fashion, or even the harmonious music. But more specifically, when the music started and the flowing of the bride’s dress caught her eye.

Ever since, she’s been obsessed. Everytime you take her to the store? She has to look at the princess dresses or ballerina tutus. Except one rule, they have to be white so she can look like the bride.

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"Eva, are you sure you don't want a change in closet? The pink tutu looks so cute, my dear!"

"Nu-uh, Mummy! Brides wear white! Not pink!" Eva argues before she runs off not to far away to reach out to a white tutu on her tippy-toes.

Arguing with you daughter that has Lando's genes, was pointless. Both stubborn and honest. You give a sigh as you add take she smallest size to fit her.

"Alright little lady. You win this one."

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“Us..? Dance?” Lando asked, raising his head up from his phone to respond to some emails for promotional work. “What do you mean by dance, lovely? You dance perfectly fine by yourself.”

Eva tilted her head to the side, her curls bouncing with the movement. “Not by myself, Daddy. I want to dance with you.” She pulled at his hand, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Lando couldn’t help but smile at her earnest expression. He set aside his phone, got up from the couch, and made his way over to where Eva was standing, a little bundle of excitement in her white tutu. He crouched down to her level, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Alright, then. Show me how you want to dance.”

Eva grabbed his hands and led him to the center of the living room, where sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over the space. She looked up at him, a mixture of excitement and shyness on her face. “We can dance like Kika and her daddy!”

“Evie, you’re too little to do that dance.” Lando explained patting her head, ruffling her curls.

Eva's face fell slightly, “Oh.” But she quickly brightened up with an idea. “But Daddy, I can stand on your feet! Like this!” She stepped onto his feet, her little hands clutching his for balance.

Lando chuckled, his heart melting at her determination. “Alright, let’s do it.”

He gently held her hands and started to move, guiding her tiny feet on his. They swayed slowly, Lando making sure to keep the movements gentle and steady. Eva’s giggles filled the room as she looked up at him with pure joy.

“You’re doing great, Evie,” Lando praised, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Just like a real bride? One that’s ready for marriage?” Eva questioned innocently.

God. Marriage. His little girl? That was Lando’s nightmare.

“Marriage? You’re too way young for that Evie.” Lando covered up his sour expression with a small smirk.

"Nuh-uh! I’m getting married on… on Tuesday at school! I need to practice!” Eva replied, a bright smile on her face as she looked up at her dad. Before Lando had the chance to respond from his bewilderment, the sound of the door interrupted them making Eva step off his feet and run towards the door.

“Mummy is home!” She chanted as you went through the door.

“Hello, Evie!” You said happily hugging her and picking her up before you looked over to Lando to see his baffled expression. “What happened to you?”

“Evie, say what you told me to your Mum.”

“I’m getting married!” She said happily, practicality bouncing on her feet.

“Oh really?” you smirked, “to who, Evie?”

“Jack from school!”

“And did ack from school ask for permission? Did Jack give you a ring? Did he-“ Lando butted in interrogating a bitter expression evident.

“No.. but-“

“It’s settled this Jack isn’t marrying my little girl.” Lando stated, taking Evie from you arms to his, hugging her close.

“Oh please Lando, you treating this as if she is getting married! They are just having fun… besides, what would you be like if the was?” You raised a brow, a small grin tugging at your lips as you watched Lando give a shiver at the mere thought of it.

“I don’t want to even think about that yet…”

closed eyes and closed blinds, we couldn’t help it !

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✩ F1 GRID TEXTS / CHATS

✩ MAX VERSTAPPEN #1

✩ LANDO NORRIS #4

✩ CARLOS SAINZ #55

✩ OSCAR PIASTRI #81

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✩ SHORT N’ SWEET SPECIAL

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plsplspls stay safe guys

Heyy I need serious advice, I think my teacher is trying to groom me and idk what to do. Like he started out asking what I use on my hair to make it smell good and then for a party I used a red dress that was really tight and had a slit and he texted me (idk where he got my number ) “red is now my favorite color” bc he saw a picture of it in my friends story. On Thursday I was practicing for an event in my school so when I came back the rest of the class was doing something in the lab and I didn’t wanna do that so I went to the classroom and as I’m walking I pass that teacher but I ignore it and keep waking but then I feel like I’m being followed so when I turn the corner I run and enter the classroom where there is only one person and she’s one of my teachers and 5 secs later the creepy teacher comes in and he knew the classroom would be empty bc his classroom is next to the lab and it’s impossible for him not to have seen my classmates. Like 2 minutes after my friend comes. Anyways the event I told you about, the outfits were very revealing so my friend started like complaining about them bc it was a short skirt (very short like upper thigh showing booty type short) and an almost see through crop top and he overheard that so the next day he saw me at the practice for the event and I was Early so I was alone and he asked me how the outfit fit me and I was like “it’s okay hahaha” bc I’m uncomfortable but I still have this thing where I’m too nice to everyone and after I said that I left and then he texted me “I can’t wait to see you in the outfit of the event 🥴” and I stared at it in shock for a min but then he deleted it so I couldn’t take a ss and then I got bored so I answered him (I know it’s wrong but still) but I told him that they changed it and he said “I wanted to see you in that dress 🙁” and then he said he texted me like “sometimes it scares me to text you” and then i asked him why bc at this point I wanna gather evidence to sue him or smth and he said something Iike i don’t want something to be misinterpreted so if I text you something will you delete it and I said o yes bc im obviously not going to delete him and I guess I took to long to answer when he asked if I was alone bc he said that he would tell me in person and now I’m scared of being alone in school, my friends know but they can’t be with be 24/7 even though they try not to leave me alone. But my conflict comes when I don’t know if I want to tell on him to the authorities or not like what if some other girl falls for this? He’s like 40 btw and is everyone’s favorite teacher but also it’s a ONG legal battle (probably) and I don’t wanna gather more evidence bc it’s giving me the ick now that reality has settled in and also I’m scared of telling my dad and I just don’t know what to do. For reference he’s in his 40s and I’m still a minor. But Also I’m worried that they would read the texts and be Ike “she’s flirting back, she wanted it” bc like I told you I have this thing where I’m very polite and the thing is where I’m from the age of consent is 14 and I’m well over that age.

This is crazy girl I hope you’re okay!!

despite you being over the age of consent I think it’s inappropriate and maybe even illegal anyway? i obv don’t know where you live but in Germany your teacher would very much get fired IMMEDIATELY

you feel unsafe so please, even if you don’t want to, talk to your dad or the principal or another teacher BECAUSE THAT IS NOTTTT OKAY

And im pretty sure even if your replies to him would seem like you’re flirting back THATS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT BECAUSE HES YOUR TEACHER that mad should NOT text you and even less he should be sending messages like that

please stay safe and talk to someone!!

if you want to talk to me more about to be scared to send me a dm or another ask but please girl do something 😭 the whole situation is so scary

ARGH😫😫

hihi congrats on 500 followers wohooo!!! i love your writing sm you deserve 500 and many many many more <3

for your special how about either oscar or lando (you decide bb) who always wants his best friend (reader) to come to one of his races and then that ONE time it actually works out he wins and instead of being normal about it the first thing he does is run to his bestie and kiss her ?? romcom vibes iygm <33

have fun with it lovie!! if you don’t want to write it don’t worry it’s just an idea ofc

my baby i love the bones of you! i love love love this idea tysm 💗

reqs are still open cuz my laptop is fixed!!!

1.2k words.

oscar didn’t mind that you had a life outside of him. he honestly didn’t. most best friends did. he himself had a life that didn’t revolve around you so why should he expect you to? his mother had told him that it was the part of him that was in love with you that wanted him to be the centre of attention. at first he was shocked by the very thought of being in love with you. but then when he saw you for the first time after that conversation with his mother, it hit him like a grand piano falling on top of him in the middle of the street.

since his realisation he had begged you to come to a race and cheer him on. it baffled you because for as long as you had known oscar he had never really bothered about you coming to watch him race, it’s not like he came to watch you type up a report at your office. so when he started getting on your case about it, well it made you wonder what exactly had changed.

“please! i am begging you to come with me. just this once.” oscar had pleaded from your couch. it was the summer break and he had decided to stop over at yours for a sleepover, having missed you while being away racing for the past god knows how long.

you rolled your eyes. “why do you keep asking me? you never cared before.” you retorted knowing that this would shut oscar up. it always did.

“i miss you a lot while i’m away. you are my best friend you know. face time doesn’t do it for me anymore.” oscar had pulled your feet to rest on his thighs as some stupid romcom played on your tv in the background.

you don’t know what tugged at your heartstrings this time, maybe it was his honestly and not shutting you out this time. or maybe it was the face that you really did want to watch him in his element. you would’ve killed to watch him win his first race, even under the circumstances.

“fine but you better win to make it worth it.”

this conversation plays in oscar’s mind the entire way to baku. you sat next to him nervously. it wasn’t your first time flying, but it was your first time flying in max verstappen’s private jet with your best friend, his teammate and the current world champion.

oscar’s hand makes its way over to your knee to give a supportive squeeze and both lando and max can tell that there is nothing platonic about the two of you. lando wonders when something will get done about it.

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was it too ridiculous for oscar to hope for a only one room, only one bed situation? when he had confided in lando - he laughed in his face. so it was safe to say that it was but that didn’t stop oscar from hoping.

you end up in the room beside oscar, close but not close enough. you were oscar’s guest for the entire weekend, except thursday. that was your day to explore the wonderful city, this was such a long way from home and you were so excited to find some of the city’s most beautiful areas. this was an agreement you had made with oscar about your time here and he had begrudgingly agreed. he would rather with him the whole weekend but you knew how media days worked and if you were honest you could’ve be arsed with the whole hassle of it.

oscar wasn’t too fragile to admit that he did in fact miss you while you were off galavanting. he wanted to be there with you but alas, he had a job to do.

when you eventually did return to the hotel around dinner time, you sat with oscar and showed him everything you had seen that day while he listened intently with the biggest smile on your face. he owed his mum big time.

oscar does great over the practice sessions and you enjoy getting to watch him race around the track, getting a feel for the weekend ahead of him. watching him made you realise how much you actually enjoyed watching f1 as a whole. not even just your boyfriend- i mean your best friend. not that you wanted him to be your boyfriend or anything, that would just be crazy!

on saturday you watch oscar cross the line and qualify second on the grid and it makes you buzz with excitement. you wait for oscar in the mclaren garages to congratulate him. not really knowing where you should be during this time of celebration.

oscar finds you moments after his interview and pictures are taken like it’s his only purpose this weekends. you elect to ignore the raging butterflies the look in his eyes gives you when he finally spots you in the sea of papaya mechanics.

“hi! well done that was amazing! you were so fast!” you say through a giggle as oscar engulfs you in a hug that is worthy of the big screen. oscar mumbles something into your neck and all you can think is that you could definitely get used to this.

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the sight of a ferrari and a redbull colliding made your stomach sink. even when you knew both drivers were okay it worried you to no end, knowing that oscar puts himself in the way of that kind of danger multiple times a year and you had no idea just how dangerous it was until now. the chaos made your mind temporarily forget about oscar leading the race.

in what feels like seconds later, oscar crossed the finish line first and like a sheep you follow the mechanics to watch the podium.

what you didn’t know though, was that oscar had only one thing on his mind at the moment. and it wasn’t even getting his second win and proving all the critics wrong when they said that he wasn’t deserving of that win in hungary. he had to see you. his lucky charm. he raced like a god out there and in his love-struck mind he had no one else to thank other than you.

after stopping his car and almost sliding off of it he spots you waiting for him and his mind doesn’t take a second to think about what he’s about to do as he races towards you with what must be the biggest grin you’ve ever seen on him. his flushed cheeks and the pure sparkle of happiness in his eyes makes you light up with joy. he gets to you in record time and you don’t get to tell him well done or even let him know that his mum is a few people away because he is taking your face in his hands and he is planting the sweetest kiss on your lips. he doesn’t ask and even though it doesn’t bother you, you can tell he feels horribly about it when he pulls away and eventually spots his mum. with no time to talk about what happened you just let him run over to her with a grin that matched his.

there was plenty of time to tell him how much you loved him once he got down from the top step of the podium anyway.

neither of you were aware of the cameras on you during that (what should’ve been) private moment so when you show oscar a cute edit of the both of you, where the clip of what your first public ans actual kiss was played first he just pulls you in for another that was probably your fifth hundred.