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reblog this if:

you are an f1 fan

you are an f2 fan

your favorite team is mclaren

your second favourite team is ferrari

your favorite drivers are lando norris, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, daniel ricciardo, pierre gasly, george russell, alex albon, callum ilott and mick shumacher

you want to be a driver

you want to be a mechanic or a track engineer

you ever imagined fake f1/f2 scenarios in your head ( i do this a lot lol )

im trying to find people like me lol

snuggles; lando norris

requested by anon, no warnings just A LOT of soft fluff stuff. it's not my finest piece, and it’s not even that long, cause idk I struggled a lot with writing this week... 🥺i hope you would like it anyway! Let me know, i love hearing your feedbacks ✨

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Imagine you and Lando napping together on the couch on a day off after a long week. He had been away for several weeks, around Europe for racing. When he got back, he was almost immediately sucked into a series of important meetings, promotional duties and press stuff. He barely had time to breathe or - more banally - to have a proper shower. He was exhausted, triple headers were both mentally and physically draining and you could definitely see on his face how tired he was, always filling his energy drink bottle to gain more strength, going to bed at 8 pm after a quick dinner and struggling to get up when the alarm rang.

However, that Saturday was finally, the first day off he had. No races, no press, no meetings. Just a quick training session with Jon on Zoom early in the morning, but once he was done with that he was completely free for the rest of the day.

He had called you right before lunch. You were dealing with some stuff on your laptop when his name lit up on your phone screen. It was hard for you to refrain from smiling instantly.

“Hey, you!”

“Hi”

You felt his tiredness on the spot. With just one small ‘hi’

“You okay?”

“Just a little tired, that’s all! Wanna come for lunch? We can order Subway” he asked with a soft voice. It made your heart bigger to know that, even if he was exhausted, he still wanted to see you.

You didn’t need time to agree. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, you couldn’t wait to catch up with him and spend some good quality time.

Once the phone call was over you rushed over to his place, thrilled to finally have some time alone with your boyfriend.

So there you were.

Lying on Lando’s expansive couch, his hands gently and tightly wrapped around your waist while his head was resting peacefully on your chest. Everything around you made you feel at home, so comfortable and cosy. Your bubble. Your safe place.

Maybe it was Brooklyn 99 keeping you company in the background, or maybe it was the darkness surrounding you, or perhaps the sound of the rain outside, just the sum of all of that was incredibly perfect for that moment.

You didn’t need fancy dates in fancy restaurants or big ‘movie style’ love gestures. Lying on a couch on a Saturday afternoon was more than enough and even better than anything you could have wished for.

It was extremely adorable how he had just fallen asleep, hiding his grin in the crook of your neck, after asking you to go play golf with him later in the afternoon.

“I can let you drive the golfkart if you promise you won’t fool around” he whispered making you laugh.

You nodded, cuddling him softly. His body was fully pressed on yours with legs woven under a plaid and your hands gently rubbing between his curls.

Eventually, you started to feel weary too, ending up falling asleep lightly. Even with your eyes closed, you kept rubbing his head and his back, massaging it sweetly.

You don’t know how much time you spent cuddling there, in each other’s arms. Could have been hours or minutes, you didn’t care the slightest. You were at your happiest and in your most comfortable state possible, Lando’s hands never left your waist: they always kept you close, holding you firmly to make sure you didn’t leave. He wanted you here, in his arms, glued to his body, feeling the warmth of each others' proximity. And you, you wouldn’t dare to wish to be anywhere else.

That was your place to be. Your favourite one.

“What time is it?” he moved a little, while his sleepy voice made you open your eyes a little.

“Don’t worry about it” you whispered back. He mumbled in response clutching himself to your body even more. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your legs around his hips.

You stayed there, in that position, for what it seemed a lifetime. At some point, Lando even started to snore a little making you giggle in your drowsiness and that was the final sign that highlighted how he needed to rest properly.

And you were glad and happy that he managed to do it hugged to your body, as if he had found his anchor for his wellbeing. You were that.

His anchor.

His getaway.

“Hey” he whispered at some point. You kept your eyes closed, never stopping your hands from wandering between the softness of his curls.

“Mh?” “Did I wake you up?” you whispered.

He rolled his head a little, with his lips still pressed on your cheek. You snuggled even more, holding him tightly with both arms and legs: like a little koala clung on a tree.

“I love you”

You tightened the grip on his body even more, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. Butterflies started dominating your entire stomach, like a teenager with their first crush.

God, you felt lucky. You felt so lucky. The luckiest on earth.

His body shifted a little, bringing himself up a little more just to face you better. Now his lips were millimeters from yours, just before they leant on your cheek softly. Smiling was the only thing you found yourself able to do in that moment. You were feeling so warm and loved, you needed it to last forever.

“I love you too, baby”

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