This Is Lee Thompson Young. Lee Thompson Young Was The First Ever Disney Star. He Starred In Their First

me after saying i’d get tasks done but i’ve just been reading fanfiction for the past 3 hours:

Joe burrow you’re so fucking SEXY.

I went to fucking bed thinking I don't even need to bother watching the count, Kamala is going to steamroll him...

And then 71 million Americans proved that my faith in them was misguided.

She didn't even win the popular vote.

71 million Americans watched Trump rave and froth like a dementia patient on national TV, against possibly one of the most qualified women in history...

and they still voted for the rapist and pedophile and convicted felon.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus Christ.

I'm so sorry. to the rest of the world.

maybe we Americans fucking deserve what we get, but the rest of you do not.

I'm so sorry.

You’re on your own, kid | MV1 x Reader x LN4

Summary - Max and Lando showed you that you don’t always have to be alone, but what would you do when an incident on track leaves you stuck in the middle of an argument between your two boyfriends who refuse to even look at each other?

Warnings - Austria 2024 which is a warning in itself, swearing, arguments

Type - Written

notes - probably gonna be a part 2 and not proofread as usual

Growing up you didn’t have the best people surrounding you. Your father had left when you was born and your mother always away for work, and your absence of sibling always made you feel so alone, like you had no one to turn to in times of need.

Which is why when you met Max Verstappen and Lando Norris on a night time walk - a habit of yours that you used to clear your mind - the two asking what you was doing out by yourself so late, it was hard to resist their kind eyes and warm smiles when they asked you out to coffee the next day.

You remember that day vividly. You had never been invited out on a date by one man before, let alone two, and especially two men with the social following and popularity that Max and Lando had.

The date went amazing though, the both of them had been perfect gentlemen, although you wasn’t really surprised, but that date lead to more and more until they asked you to be their girlfriend, which of course you excepted with no hesitation.

The pair of them showed you that you didn’t always have to be alone, and you’d never felt more grateful for people.

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You had a warm smile on your face when you entered the paddock on race day of the Austrian Grand Prix, you were excited to be here to support both of your boys. Both of which were in either side if you, small grins in their faces also as the three of you were engaged in private chatter as per usual.

You remembered the day that your relationship has been leaked to the media, the reactions from the general public were a mix. Some didn’t care about your involvement at all, and just focused if the fact that Max and Lando had been in a secret relationship together for that past two years, but some had only nasty words to say about you, that you’re a good digger, a whore, and some congratulated you for ‘pulling it off’ as they would say.

For once though, cruel words of people didn’t effect you the same way they used to, because now, you and your boys to look out for you and reassure you that you was going to be okay and that they was going to be by your side no matter what.

From then on thought the three of you was open with each other, in restaurants, the paddock, anywhere you felt, and you had never been so happy. Some people even took back their word when they noticed how when the three of you were together it was like you was in your own personal bubble, no one else mattered except each other.

“Schat?” Your stare turned to your Dutch partner when the nickname he’d adapted for you in the early days of the relationship, “I’ve got to go speak to the team about strategy before the race, okay? Stay with Lan and I’ll see you after the race, hmm?” He said, leaning down slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a rose coloured blush crept up on your cheeks as you nodded.

“Okay,” you said in return with a small smile, “be safe out on the track for me, yeah? Make sure you come back to me in one piece.” Max smiled at your words, you always said it to them before every race, like a mini tradition and every time it always made their hearts warm, “I will love. I love you, I’ll do my best out there for you.” He said kissing you one last time, before turning around and walking to his garage, leaving you alone with your British boyfriend who intertwined his hand with yours as he smiled down at you.

“Looks like you’re watching from my garage today baby.” Lando said with a smile as you laughed lightly, “I guess so Mr Norris.” He smile at you again, before leading you towards the McLaren hospitality so the two of you could get some food before heading to his drivers room for a bit before the race.

———

It was an hour or so later now, both of your boys had made their way out onto track and began their race, with max on pole and Lando close behind him after having qualified second, you was excited but also worried. Excited for both of them for achieving so much and getting where they want, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of anxiety in the back of your mind as your eyes were glued to the screen before you, the race currently on lap 60 out of 71 as your boys were batting it out to come home and stand in the top step of the podium.

You knew first hand how messy any kind of arguments could get between the two of them; three years of being in a relationship with them both gave you that kind of knowledge. So you watched in worry as your boyfriends messily battled on the track, you could hear Lando’s radio through the headphones you were wearing at the word he was spitting out about your dutch counterpart were angry and thoughtless.

You couldn’t help but let out a quite ‘fuck’ under your breath when their cars touched, Lando immediately yelling through the radio as you saw max do the same on the screen in front of you, you sucked in a breath when Lando retired his car from the race, his damage being more severe than Max’s, the dutchman being able to pit and make his way back out to finish the final laps of the race.

You knew this wasn’t going to be good, but at this moment, there was nothing you could do about it. So, you went to Lando’s drivers room and waited for him to show himself so you could comfort him before the race was over and Max would most definitely want to see you.

He stormed in, slamming the door behind him, sucking in a deep breath when he saw you and instantly pulling you into a tight hug, which you returned, of course.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered into Lando’s neck as the man scoffed and pulled away, “It’s not you who should be apologising, baby. It’s max and his fucking-,” You cut lando off with a shake of your head, “No, don’t do that.”

The brit looked down at you with raised eyebrows, “Really? You’re picking his side? After my race got fucking ruined your choosing him?”

His words hurt, but you knew he was saying them in the what of the moment, he didn’t mean them, “I’m not picking a side Lan, i love you both and you’re both at fault, you need to resolve this between yourselves.”

He didn’t listen to your words though, just rolled his eyes before saying, “I’m gonna go speak to Andrea, do me a favour and don’t come to talk to me yeah? i’ll see you later.” he said before walking out of the small room, leaving you standing there, alone.

——

Once the race has needed you had a similar interaction with Max, the man also getting agitated at your lack of choosing a side and also refusing to speak to you in that moment.

You were stuck, you didn’t know what to do. You wasn’t going to chose a side, hit when they were both equally at fault.

Your hope for them to make up tonight though only diminished more when you watched Lando on the media pen on the screen in front if you, the interview was emotionless and empty as you watched with sad eyes.

“So lando, we all know that you and Max have a very close relationship outside of racing, the two of you being in a romantic relationship, how do you think today will reflect on that?” The reporter asked Lando.

“Obviously i’m going to keep my private life just that, private. but, at the end of the day i think max was at fault and an apology would be appreciated.”

you sighed at his response, knowing all too well neither of them was going to apologise first.

——

It was late when you arrived back at your hotel room, you had waited around for hours for one of your boyfriends to show up, but they never did, eventually you received separate messages from both; the texts reading, ‘go home with him, i know you want too’

they both thought you had chose the side of the other and left you all on your own.

you climbed into the bed of the hotel room, it far to big for just yourself. The absence of your boyfriends sinking in as your eyes flooded with tears and your mind replayed words you had been telling yourself for years.

You’re on your own, kid. you always have been.

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yes i rushed the end yes dont fight me

Love how she was all carefree then skipped right over angry and went all the way to Dark Souls miniboss

autograph session - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x reader

How can Lando change the situation from enemies to lovers?

warning(s); bad language, angst, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; I NEED MORE LANDO REQUESTS PLEASE I'M BEGGING :(

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"I would never date someone like her"

This is what Lando said to Daniel Ricciardo after you were gone. You waited a whole day to get a photo with Lando Norris, talking a friendly conversation at an autograph session and when you walked away, you heard this.

Sure you're just a fangirl. But it hurts. You're not a model, you're not as tall as Lando himself but you're smart and nice.

It's like the world hates you months later - Lando Norris is sitting in the restaurant with his team where you work as a waiter. You need to pay bills, it's definitely not your dreamjob. He's definitely not your dream guest.

"I'm not going to this table!", you swear to your coworker. She's looking amused, she's the only one knowing why you hate Lando Norris.

"He'll not recognize you!", she supports you, laughing at the end of saying.

It's hilarious how you stand in front of her, acting like a child.

"Show him you're better than him", she pushes your body forward to Lando's table.

The team hears your foot steps and the attention is on you.

"What can I bring you to drink?", you twist your legs, trying to stay humble. You want to smash the menu card after lando's smirk. Reminding yourself, you really need the money.

They order their drinks and food, you're staying in the shadow without saying much words. Usually you're joking around, having a good time with all guests but you're not feeling well.

"Do you want to pay with the credit card?", you ask Lando without friendly manners. "I'll pay cash, thanks", he shows you his million-dollar-smile. Too bad it bounces off like a tennis ball.

"Thank you, Sir", you nod in the round, ready to leave, Lando holing your wrist, "this one is for you". You can feel cash between your hands, pushing the money like a reflex back to him, "fuck you, Lando Norris!". Your voice is hissing in his direction.

His eyes are getting big, his team is laughing but you couldn't care less, waking back to the cabin, ready to leave your last shift of the week. "What happened?", your coworker comes around, completely in anger what you did. "He can throw his cash in his ass, Mr. I would never date her!", you're frustrated. In this moment someone knocks on your door, "hello?", both of your heads spinning around. "it's only for waiters!", you warn this person. "I don't see if you're naked, I swear!", Lando Norris standing there and holding his hands on his face to cover everything. "what do you want?!", straight eyes caught him. Your coworker pushes you again, "Sir".

Lando rolls his eyes, his rolex is glimmering on his wrist. "what's your name?", he asks you. "doesn't matter", you don't want to interact with him.

"Did I upset you or why are you hating me this much?", he asks again, trying to make this situation a little bit funny.

You don't want to laugh with him, you want to sleep after a ten hours shift.

"Because you play with fangirls feelings!", you scream in his face. He touches his hair, totally chill.

"How can I change your mind, that I'm sorry?", he bites on his lips. He looks so god, you want to kiss and kill him at the same time.

"Leave the restaurant, thanks", you tell him your mind, you get hitting on your shoulder again. You huff, rolling your eyes, "everything is okay", you fake a smile. He says bye and leaves the restaurant.

You're thinking about this situation, even days later back at work. Yes, you had your reasons to be like this but he treated you not like grass unser his feet.

"One guest is asking for you", your coworker searched you in the crowd. "We're not a private restaurant so this guest has to wait!", you bite on your tongue not to say more you'll regret later, "bet you want to know who he is", she grins like a devil. "fine!", shrugging the shoulders and walking to table 10.

"Are you kidding me?", you're pissed to see this face again. Lando Norris in a smoking.

"Hi, nice to meet you!", Lando smiles kinda worried, his eyes are blurried.

"Wish I could say the same but here we are. We're not the only restaurant in this area", you spew fire. He plays with his crossed fingers, his head is down. "what did I do?", he breaths in. "What do you want to drink?", you have to do your job. Nothing more. "I'd like to order food. Just food", he sounds disappointed.

But you have to pretend you couldn't care less.

After he ate his dinner, paying and saying thank you - he left. He didn't left like joking, he stayed quiet.

"You broke his heart, girl", your boss comes around after the shift is over. "Whose?", "Mr. Norris".

This conversation hunts you, still on the streets on the way home.

Lando Norris would never ever go to a restaurant without having a plan. Or at least a reason. Your fan merchandise is hidden in your wardrobe, you didn't wore these things for two years like its a plague.

Next work shift you're tired. You could sleep on your own feet. What if he's telling your boss, you need to get fired? Just because your emotions you could lose your job.

"He's asking for you", your boss pets your hair like a dog and told you it's table 3.

Lando Norris. Again.

He might has vacation, shouldn't he win races?

"Hello", you smile, asking your typical questions as a waitress. It's the same like last time; he orders food, pays cash and wants to leave.

"Have a nice day-", you want to end his time in your restaurant, but he interrupts you. "I asked my menager if i did something wrong to you. There's nothing on social media. I have no clue-", he talks in his british accent. To be fair, his accent sounds cute.

"You told Daniel Ricciardo at an autograph session you would never date someone like me!", gosh. It feels so heavy to speak out this.

Lando's face gets gray. He's biting on his lip. "I'm incredibly sorry", his voice cracks and is shaky. So thin, it could easily break.

"What can I-", you talk between his sweet nothings. "You're a bad person Lando Norris and I don't deserve this. I worked hard to be here with two jobs to pay my bills and I'm not perfect but I'm good enough someone would like to date me! But you would never understand because I'm out of your league with your millions", you scream and leave the restaurant.

You're sure: it was your last day at work.

Nobody called you for the next week, your boss only texted you "take some time, see you in two weeks".

He destroyed you, now you destroyed him. But why does it feel so wrong?

You're watching TV, ice cream in your hands and the blankets is around like a coucon.

"Mr. Norris, how are you today?", the reporter asks Lando with the microphone in his hands.

"I'm okay", he answers with a sick voice, his face is not shaved. "you'll start from p4, are you happy with the results?", Lando Shakes his head, "I'll try to win, like always", "you want to send the prize money to a kindergarten, why?", ok this question is interesting.

"I'm a bad person. I want to change it", he gets weak and walks to his car.

You feel bad. So bad. Maybe you hurt him, too.

Maybe he's crying right now in his car, helmet on.

The following next week comes earlier than you expected and now you're here; in your restaurant ready to make some people happy.

"Lando told me you're working here", a young boy with aussie accent standing here. "are you Oscar Piastri?", "psst please be quiet", he hides his face in his hood.

"He's a mess. He did an horrible mistake and he regrets it but he's not a bad person. I swear", he strongly says. "Thank you for telling me", you smile lovely.

"He wanted to ask you out since the team dinner. He came back here after the race of Australia and he had a jet leg and almost slept in the next practice but he didn't care because he thought you're happy to see him again", he spills the tea. He's not angry, he's calm. "What should I do now?", you feel rude.

"I can give you his number and his address, he booked a hotel room but is too afraid to come here", he whispers because guests are walking behind him. You nod and take the phone number.

"Why is he afraid?", "you ripped him with words". "Bye", he says in a hurry and leaves.

You decided to walk to him after your work shift, a luxurious hotel room in front of you.

You knock two times until you hear foot steps. "don't need room service but thanks", an exhausted voice talks.

"Open the door, Lando", you're freezing your ass off. It's cold tonight.

"What are you doing here?", Lando Norris standing here with nothing but in just his underwear.

"Oscar told me", you smile. You don't want to hurt him.

"Come in", he opens the door and let you in. It's clean, just some helmets on the ground, "I like your new helmet design", you smile again.

"I'll give them away", "why?", "I'm a bad person and want to make it better for my fans", he sniffles. "You love this helmet", you argue back. He told the media he would sleep with this helmet in his bed because it's so cool.

He's standing here, broken and lost.

"I want to treat my fans better..", putting his head down. "oh Lando", you can't help yourself and hug him. He's one head taller than you and lays his head in your neck, sobbing. "I'm sorry I told these awful things", touching his back, running circles over it.

"Everything will be alright", you breath in his cologne. "You're not a bad person", you correct yourself.

"I am and I just wanted to ask you out", he cries in your arms. You're watching out of the window. It's already dark outside, cold air. "Everything is alright, Lando", you burry your head in his hair.

"I'm such a pussy", he sniffs and stops hugging you. "you're not", you smile and whip his tears away. In front of you is a good looking, inside and out beautiful person.

"I swear I wasn't talking about you at this autograph session", he uses a tissue and smiles. "Oh what is this?", you catch a beige hoodie in your hand, lando's name on it. "its my new merch but it's not-", "I'll borrow it until you ask me for a date so you have to come along", you wink at him. He giggles his adorable laugh, "okay, darling".

Darling.

I might fell for his personality.

The only flag I associate with

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