Comfort - LN

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Comfort - LN

Summary: Lando gets comfort from playing with is girlfriend's hair

Mild anxious/stressed!Lando

Word count: 1.8k

No part 2 request please

Lando is generally someone who seeks comfort in the people that he's close to. His parents and family are always comforting to him when he needs it but he doesn't like to lay it on thick with anyone.

The scorpio in this man got him in a chokehold.

But when he started dating y/n he found a new way to just feel better.

And it was not a way he ever expected himself to start trying to make himself feel better. He also has to admit it's a weirder comfort than he expected.

In fact he's doing it right now.

"Yeah, it's going to be nice getting a weekend off I think." Y/n nods as she speaks to Zak, Lando sitting beside her, twirling her soft strands of hair between his fingers as he somewhat zones out of the conversation.

He's not been feeling great mentally and he's already nashed on the skin of his fingers that look pretty raw and chewed up as he watches her hair dance between between said fingers.

"Any special plans?" Zak asks making y/n shake her head a little.

"Nothing out the usual. I'm sure Lando will be going to play golf and probably padel no doubt." Y/n smiles while Zak nods looking at the driver who is obviously not thinking about whatever y/n is saying though he does seem to smile clocking onto the mention of golf and padel but he's not really listening. "I, on the other hand, have been saving new recipes I want to try and have Lando taste test-all diet friendly."

"Of course."

It's only when Zak leaves that y/n diverts her attention back to Lando smiling softly as he looks at her with a small smile.

"You ok?" Y/n asks making him nod before she leans over and kisses him softly which makes his hand move with her to make sure he doesn't accidentally pull her hair. That's something he learned the hard way to be careful of.

"Yeah, just...want to get out of here to be honest." Lando states earning a small smile from the young woman.

"It's a good thing we can leave and get out of here then. Race done." Y/n whispers earning a grin from her boyfriend. "And you can play with my hair the whole way home."

Lando does flush a little since he knows that he looks clingy and y/n usually doesn't comment on it but when she does he can't help but feel caught even though he knows that she's aware of him playing with her hair.

"Let's go." Y/n smiles then leaning over again when Lando's hand come up to her scalp and kisses her forehead.

"You always say what I want to hear, you know that?" Lando chuckles before then finally get up.

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Lando actually can't even drive with y/n in the passenger seat without playing with y/n's hair.

"You know I think driving around Monaco in a jolly might just be the most perfect way to live the dream with you." Y/n comments as she leans her head back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's the best." Y/n confirms as she notices Lando twisting some of her hair around his finger. "You ok?"

"I'm just thinking is there anywhere you want to go before we head home?"

"We could go to the shop and grab some food. I'm really in the mood for some juices." Y/n smiles earning a nod before he begins to think of the best route from where they are.

He parks up following y/n into the shop as he gently slides his hand down her back, smoothing over her hair as it rests against her back and as they move around she can feel him gently playing with her hair while he stands behind her, humming and speaking when she asks if he wants something or what he thinks about getting something that she's not sure about getting.

"Can we get a sweet treat?" Y/n asks making Lando hum having been playing with her hair much more hands on with her hair pulled back as he runs loose fists over her hair.

He knows that the sweet treat question is actually that she wants to get a sweet treat but she won't get one if he says he doesn't want it.

"We can definitely get a sweet treat." Lando smiles then very gently pulling her hair to pull her back into a kiss. "We can get more than just one if you want-don't tell Jon."

"No. Just our secret." Y/n laughs before she feels him starting to twist the big chunk of her hair absently as he looks at the options.

"You choose something, I'm not bothered about what we get." Lando states moving slightly closer to her when someone tries to pass them. "Do we need anything else after this?"

"No, I think we can just leave after this." Y/n nods as she grabs a couple slices of cake and some chocolates.

Of course y/n doesn't just take the b-line to check out and leave, she wanders a little but more, completely unaware of a fan who is actually recording the two of them as Lando continues to play with her hair before they finally move up to the counter still none the wiser to the camera recording them.

"You know, won't down side of the jolly." Y/n hums as Lando opens the door for her. "It never feels like putting bags on the floor or in the bag are all that secure so I have to hug the bag."

"Should I get you a basket to keep in the back?" Lando smirks making her look at him with a deadpanned expression for a moment before she goes soft when he tucks her hair behind her ear, moving his hand under her hair to lace his fingers through at the root and pull her into a kiss. "You have to stop looking at me like I'm stupid."

"I'm trying but you make it really difficult."

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Now if there's a perfect scenario for Lando when it comes to playing with y/n's hair, it's her just lying passed out on top of him, face smushed into his chest while he just relaxes underneath her.

He's got full access to her hair and honestly she absolutely loves the head massages she gets from him. It's like an instant off switch, though it helps that she devoured her sweet treats then mumbles something about a nap to digest and then whined something about her hair as she climbed on top of him before passing out as soon as he started playing with her hair.

Sometimes these are the moment that his mind gets to be a slightly more dangerous space as he overthinks everything. Sometimes his mind even has the audacity to make him worry about y/n leaving him because he's not enough.

That's when he worries if he's playing with her hair so much that he's making a bald patch or snapping it off.

Y/n has never once complained about him playing with her hair from the first time he did it till this day. In fact she genuinely enjoys it most of the time and if she's not actively enjoying it then it's just because she's not even thinking about it. It's the norm for her now.

"Baby, stop it." Y/n mumbles suddenly making his hand freeze thinking she means playing with her hair. Then he realises he isn't, his hand has dropped down to rest between y/n's shoulders, under her silky hair but he's not sure what she means. "My head is on your chest and I can hear your heart rate speeding up."

Y/n blindly reaches for his hand and places it back in her hair.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong but at least calm down and stop freaking yourself out about it." Y/n murmurs then yawning and tipping her head up to look at him. "Are you ok?"

"I'm great. Just overthinking. I'm fine." Lando insists earning a slightly sad expression as he focuses a little more on the feeling of her hair. "I'm better when you slap me back to reality and you did."

Y/n smiles leaning into the touch of his hand still near her root before she kisses his chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So much. It's embarrassing sometimes."

"For both of us.' Y/n jokes then moving up him and kissing him properly the sugary residue on her lips still there as he smiles into the kiss. "Now how about a movie and you keep playing with my hair because I love it. No one does it quite like you."

"You telling me other people play with your hair?"

"Not anymore. It's a privilege for you and you alone."

"Good."

Gavi with a reader that’s short And super sweet and cute 💓

Things Pablo notices

Small things Pablo notices on daily basis that makes his girl fall in love with him more every day <33

One of your favorite things is how observant Pablo is to anything that has to do with you from big changes to very small details.

"I'm home bonita!" Pablo walked into the apartment from the training tossing his laundry in the basket before walking into your shared bedroom smiling at you already curled up in the bed.

He hated having evening trainings because he always loved taking showers with you and cuddling up all together right afterwards. He knew he should take a shower immediately but int4ead he jumped in the bed and laid in your arms.

"Are you tired cariño??" you said caressing his hair while he relaxed smiling and nodding his head before looking up and noticing your nails sparkling in his hair.

"Did you do your nails today preciosa??" he said taking your hand from his hair and looking at your nails that you indeed got done earlier today. The fact that Pablo noticed made you so happy and you blushed.

"Mhm..do you like them??" you ask and Pablo nods his head touching one at the time before kissing your palm and looking up at you with his tired eyes that still looked so beautiful regardless.

"They are so pretty amorcito..I missed you so much today" he said moving a little so he can reach your lips and kiss them lovingly.

"Te amo muchisimo Pablito but you're a little stinky" you said giggling and he pouted getting off you and rushing to take a very needed shower.

While you were getting ready to go to dinner with Pablo, you wore one of your new heels you were so excited about since they were very pretty and gave you a few inches that you lacked. Tonight, you are not a midget!

Pablo texted you that he was outside in the car, and you finished applying your lipstick before heading down and he waited with an open door like a pure gentleman that he was.

"Espera princesa! You're so tall.." he said but in a way that made you think he didn't like it so you looked at him with worry.

"You don't like it?" you ask adorably and he giggled snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your lips met and for the first time you didn't have to go on your tip toes to reach Pablo's face.

"I love everything you wear...but I have to say that I miss my little midget" he smiled when you blushed thinking how he would always playfully tease you about being too short to kiss him until he bends and let's you do it.

"You can't stop me from kissing you now!" you said immediately blushing and he adored it. He always said having his sweet innocent little midget was his favorite thing in the world.

"Good to know mi princesa is still shy.." he whispered into your eyes making your face completely red before letting you pass and get into the car.

Mikky and Frenkie invited us to go to the beach for the weekend and I was looking through my swimsuits that arrived the other day from Amazon.

I finally chose the green one that would look amazing on my tan skin smiling in the mirror when I saw how it looked. It was definitely a good and I wondered weather Pablo will notice that it's new.

I wore a cover up over it so it was only when we got to the beach and I took it off that my man walked behind me and pulled me back while resting his face on my shoulder.

"That new swimsuit looks amazing on you preciosa.." he whispered and you were blushing as an idea popped into your head. You turned around in his arms placing your hands on his shoulders while his were rested on your your waist.

"It's not new cariño.." you lied but being bad at it you immediately smiled and he smirked shaking his head while pulling you closer.

"I know all of your swimsuits princesa..that pink one with bows that you only wear when we are alone me vuelves loco..the red one that makes your ass look yummy..the black one piece that hugs your curves perfectly and the white one with cherries that I got for you on my trip to Paris" he said and you were stunned the amount of detail he knows when it comes to you.

"How do you always notice everything about me??" you finally asked and he smiled pulling you closer and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek lovingly.

"Because I love you so much princesa..you're important to me and when it comes to you I'm always observant" he said and you smiled moving closer puckering your lips so he can elan down and kiss you.

It made you feel special that Pablo would always notice things about you and how that was his way of showing his love towards you <33

Pablo Gavira x Reader: The Name On My Back

Request: Hi girl, I love the way you write about Football/F1 Drivers, I was just wondering if you could write another fic about Gavi? Any theme, cause you’re very good at writing!!😊

Prompt: Wearing her boyfriend's jersey to his match for the first time, Y/n discovers the deeper meaning behind the gesture.

Reader: Female

Word count: 2201

Average reading time: 8 min

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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The stadium buzzed with excitement, the stands filling up with fans decked out in red and blue, eager to watch FC Barcelona take on their rivals. The air was electric, filled with the anticipation of the match ahead. Y/n stood at the entrance of the stadium, her heart racing as she clutched Pablo Gavira’s jersey in her hands. It was oversized on her, making her second-guess if it looked acceptable on her. But it wasn't the fit that made her uneasy.

She had never been one to crave the spotlight, and the thought of sitting among the other players' girlfriends, all of whom seemed so effortlessly confident, made her stomach twist in knots. Her nerves felt like a thousand butterflies trapped inside her chest, wings beating frantically against her ribcage.

But Pablo, Pablo had asked her to wear it, and the memory of his pleading brown eyes, so full of warmth and affection, made it impossible for her to refuse.

“Mi amor, please?” he had begged just hours before, his voice soft and teasing as he held the jersey out to her. “You’ll look absolutely beautiful in it. Besides, I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

Y/n had hesitated, chewing her bottom lip as she looked at the jersey. "Are you sure? I mean, won’t I look silly? It’s so big on me…”

Pablo had chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped closer, his hands gently wrapping around her waist. “Princesa.” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, “You’ll look perfect. And I’ll be proud knowing you’re wearing my name.”

She had melted under his touch, his words wrapping around her like a blanket, comforting and secure. The way he had called her “Princesa.” the soft whisper of the word in her ear, had sealed her fate. She couldn’t deny him, not when he looked at her like that, as if she was the only person in the world.

Now, as she made her way to the bleachers, she could feel the weight of the stares on her back. The jersey, with “Gavi” written across the back in bold letters, felt like a spotlight, drawing everyone’s eyes to her. She tugged at the hem again, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she tried to calm her nerves, but her efforts were hopeless.

Sliding into an empty seat near the front, Y/n noticed that the other girlfriends were already there, chatting and laughing as if they hadn’t a care in the world. Their perfectly styled hair and fashionable outfits made her feel even more out of place, her nerves gnawing at her confidence. She focused on adjusting the jersey once more, trying to blend in, though she knew it was a useless effort.

That was when one of the girls leaned over, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, a friendly smile on her face. “You’re Y/n, right?” she asked, her tone light and playful.

Y/n nodded, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The girl’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked Y/n up and down, her gaze lingering on the oversized jersey. “They’re not staring at you because of how big it is, silly. They’re staring at the name on it.”

Y/n blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. “Oh.” she mumbled, glancing around at the curious eyes still lingering on her. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Hasn’t his previous girlfriends worn his jersey before?”

The girl, whose name she vaguely recalled as Mikky, snorted, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t let them. He told them that he’d only let his future wife wear it.”

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Mikky’s smile widened, and she winked at Y/n. “You heard me. It looks like you’re special, Y/n. He must really care about you.”

Y/n felt her blush deepen, her mind spinning with the revelation. She hadn’t realized the significance of wearing Pablo’s jersey, hadn’t thought it would mean anything more than just a show of support. But now, knowing that he had reserved this gesture for someone he truly saw a future with, she felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of happiness and nervousness.

Before she could fully process Mikky’s words, the stadium erupted in cheers as the players began to take the field. The atmosphere shifted, the tension rising as the match was about to begin. Y/n’s eyes were immediately drawn to Pablo, her heart swelling with pride as she watched him step onto the pitch. He moved with such grace and skill, every touch of the ball drawing cheers from the crowd.

But every now and then, he would glance up at the stands, his eyes scanning the sea of faces until they found hers. When they did, he would smile, an intimate, knowing smile that made her heart flutter and her worries fade away. His gaze lingered on her, the connection between them clear even across the distance.

“He’s been looking for you.” Mikky teased, nudging Y/n gently with her elbow. “You’ve got him completely smitten.”

Y/n bit her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I think I’m the one who’s smitten.” she admitted quietly, her eyes never leaving Pablo.

Mikky chuckled. “It’s mutual, trust me.”

As the match progressed, Y/n found herself getting lost in the game, her initial nervousness melting away. She cheered along with the crowd, her heart racing with every close call and every brilliant play Pablo made. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride each time his name echoed through the stadium, the cheers of the fans a testament to his talent.

And through it all, she wore that jersey with a newfound confidence. Because now, she knew it wasn’t just a piece of fabric she was wearing, it was a symbol of Pablo’s feelings for her, a silent promise of what will be.

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As the final whistle echoed through the stadium, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the crowd erupted in a deafening cheer. The entire arena buzzed with the energy of triumph, the roars of fans rising in waves, but for Y/n, the noise around her seemed to fade into the background. All she could focus on was one thing, Pablo Gavira.

He was still on the field, surrounded by his teammates, their arms slung over each other’s shoulders as they celebrated the hard fought win. Yet, even in the midst of the celebration, Pablo’s eyes were searching for something or rather someone. When they finally found hers, a confident smile spread across his face, the joy of victory tempered by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something different in his gaze, something deep, almost possessive, that made her heart race.

As she made her way to the edge of the field, her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The other girlfriends were heading down as well, their steps light and easy, but Y/n felt like she was walking on air, her emotions bubbling up inside her. She still couldn’t shake the feeling of the jersey she was wearing, its oversized fabric hanging loosely off her frame, the name “Gavi” written boldly on her back. But the secret meaning of it, a revelation only she and a few others knew, made her heart flutter.

Just as she reached the sideline, Pablo broke away from his teammates and jogged toward her, his movements fluid and determined. The sight of him, all raw energy and focused, made her breath catch in her throat. And when he finally reached her, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t slow down. With a swift, determent motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, the sudden contact leaving her breathless.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to see you wearing this.” he murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

Y/n’s breath hitched as his hand tightened slightly on her waist, his touch sending sparks across her skin. “I’m glad you like it.” she managed to reply, her voice a bit shaky from the proximity and the intensity of his gaze.

“Like it?” Pablo chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating against her. “I love it, princesa. You’re mine, and now everyone knows it.” His words, laced with possessiveness, sent a thrill through her, and he brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, teasing her with a barely-there kiss that made her knees feel weak.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing. “Pablo, I—”

He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his eyes darkening with an emotion that made her pulse quicken. “Shh, I know.” he whispered, his voice filled with a confidence that sent a thrill through her. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Before she could respond, Pablo captured her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a claiming, a declaration, filled with a passion that left her breathless. His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pressing her even closer to him, and she melted into his embrace, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the cheers of the crowd, the flash of cameras, all of it dimming as Y/n lost herself in the feel of him, in the intensity of his kiss. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her heart race, her body responding instinctively to the heat of his touch.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing, and he let out a low, satisfied growl. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to show the world the woman who I want to spend forever with” he said, his voice rough with emotion, his breath mingling with hers.

Y/n felt like she was floating, her mind spinning from the intensity of his kiss. “Pablo…” she whispered, still catching her breath, her hands still resting on his shoulders as if she couldn’t bear to let go.

He grinned, that confident, almost cocky smile returning as he leaned down to place a series of soft kisses along her jawline, moving slowly toward her lips again. “I’m not done with you yet.” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as he kissed her just at the corner of her mouth, deliberately holding back, his lips hovering dangerously close.

She let out a small, involuntary whimper, her hands tightening around his shoulders. “Pablo, you’re teasing me.” she accused, though the breathlessness in her voice gave her away.

He chuckled again, the sound deep and full of mischief. “Maybe.” he admitted, his lips brushing against hers again, but this time he didn’t pull away. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her forget everything but the feel of him, the way he held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, Pablo rested his forehead against hers, his expression softening, though the intensity in his gaze remained. “I want you by my side, Y/n. Always.” he said, his voice softer now but no less intense. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I’m not letting you go.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.” she promised, her voice steady despite the rush of feelings inside her. There was a certainty in her words, a truth that resonated deep within her.

Pablo’s smile softened, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and determination, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before wrapping her in a tight embrace, his arms encircling her waist, holding her close. “Good.” he whispered against her hair, his voice filled with relief and contentment. “Because I need you with me, mi amor.”

As the crowd around them began to fade, the other players and their girlfriends leaving the field, Pablo kept his arm around Y/n’s waist, leading her off the pitch with a sense of pride and ownership. They walked together, their fingers intertwined, and every now and then, he would steal a kiss, his lips brushing against hers with a playful, teasing touch that made her giggle softly, her heart light and full.

“You know.” Pablo said as they exited the stadium, his voice filled with that confident edge again, a playful glint in his eyes, “I think I’m going to need you to wear my jersey to every game from now on. It’s lucky, after all.”

Y/n laughed, the sound light and full of joy, a sound that made Pablo’s heart swell. “Only if you promise to keep winning.” she teased back, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He pulled her close, his lips ghosting over her ear as he whispered, “I’ll win as long as you’re by my side, princesa.”

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simp

“Give me your hand, love.” “You two are gross.”  “You’re just mad because you know you’ll never have this.”

Jack was putting the bags onto the boat getting ready for a boat day and saw his girlfriend about to step onto the boat and immediately walked over, “Give me your hand, Love.” He held his hand out for her.

She fondly rolled her eyes at Jack’s protective nature but took his hand and let him put his other hand on her waist picking her up and into the boat, “Thanks J.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and walked across the boat going to sit with Luke.

Jack watched her walk away and sit next to his little brother and knew there was a silly smile on his face as he watched the love of his life.

“You two are gross.” Trevor gaged dramatically as he hopped onto the boat, always being the one to tease his best friend about being a simp.

“You’re just mad because you know you’ll never have this.” Jack sassed back never having a problem being called a simp because he’s loves his girl and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

“Oi! You dick i can easily get a girl.” Trevor snarked back looking at Jack in pure offense.

“I’m sure.” Jack sarcastically nodded back at Trevor, walking away with a smirk ignoring Trevor’s reply and plopping down next to her wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

She leaned her head on Jack’s chest but continued her conversation with Luke, While Jack watched two of his favorite people interact.

rainy cuddles

prompt- “Use your brain for a second! It’s cold and wet and rainy out there! There’s no reason for us to not cuddle right now.”

She let out an amused breath hearing Lando humph again, she’s been working for a little while now in her office and Lando had came in a little after she was in her office and now has been laying on her couch in office every since he joined her.

Every few minutes she hears him let out a little sigh and knows he just wants attention from her, as he always does.

“Yes Lan?” She asked him amused typing on her computer, hearing the pouring rain outside.

Lando perked up from her attention but frowned seeing her still looking at her terrible compute, “Are you almost done?” Lando begged his voice almost whining as he just wanted her full attention and preferably some cuddles too.

“Almost.” She answered her boyfriend, “What do you want?” She knew he wanted attention but that could be anything.

“Use your brain for a second! It’s cold and wet and rainy out there! There’s no reason for us to not cuddle right now.” Lando pouted crossing his arms after he finished dramatically gesturing to the window that showed the pouring rain.

She smiled softly at her boyfriend, “You just want cuddles?” She asked him making him quickly and eagerly nod. She closed her computer and stood up holding out her hand towards him.

“Finally!” Lando happily exclaimed quickly jumping up and grabbing her hand and gently but quickly pulling her out of her office and to their bedroom.

Lando pushed her onto their bed and quickly jumped on top of her and sighing happily as his head nuzzled against her stomach and her hands wrapped around him and she began playing with hair.

“See perfect.” Lando mumbled against her stomach with a happy smile on his face.

She smiled shaking her head fondly watching as Lando almost immediately fell asleep on top of her.

MAKE YOU MINE ─ lando norris

໑ word count ﹙1.2k﹚

໑ pairing ﹙lando norris x fem!reader﹚

໑ content ﹙reader loves baby goats, reader is a master's student, fluffy-fluff, lando is a certified simp, slight banter or wtv﹚

As you crossed the threshold into your London apartment, you felt your phone, one that you had stashed inside your coat before getting off the bus earlier, buzz twice.

bob [ 5:31pm ]: hi ❤

bob [ 5:31pm ]: did you get home safe?

Chuckling, you set your keys and bags down on your kitchen island and took off your coat. You grab your phone to type out a quick reply.

you [ 5:34pm ]: double texts? are you flirting with me?

His reply comes quick.

bob [ 5:34pm ]: if i am. . . would you be okay with it?

Slowly tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you smirked.

you [ 5:35pm ]: . . .yes

Barely two seconds later, a facetime call notification popped up. Without thinking, you dragged the slider, Lando's face quickly filling up your screen.

"Hi." You smiled at the Brit. Probably the first real smile you handed out to anyone the whole day.

"Hi." His smile so wide you bet his cheeks hurt.

"How's Greece?" You asked, propping your phone, and him, on your kitchen counter to you wash your hands.

"It's fun." He mindlessly shrugged. His warm voice filling your tiny kitchen. "I wish you were here though. You would have loved the baby goats I saw earlier."

At the mention of your favourite baby animal, you perked up. "You saw baby goats?"

Lando, chuckling at your sudden excitement, nodded, "I even took a few pictures for you."

The man pulled out his other phone to show you the pictures. You couldn't help but coo; they looked so cute and tiny.

Lando found your amusement quite endearing really. He wanted so badly to take a screenshot of your smile but decided against it, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How did the presentation go?" The man set aside the other phone, giving you his full attention. "Did your professor give you hell again?"

The professor for one of the units you were taking was notorious for giving his students a hard time, especially the women. Several complaints had been made against him but action was yet to be taken, much to your uttermost dismay.

At the mention of the old man, a heavy sigh fell past your lips. "Don't even remind me. I was holding back tears the whole time he grilled me about my references."

The mere thought of the old man brought a nasty scowl to your face. You really didn't like him.

Seeing your mood change, Lando frowned. He hated seeing you down. "Do you need me to have a word with him?"

A soft laugh came through his phone's speakers. "Lando. What are you even going to say to him?"

Without missing a beat, Lando replied. "How about stopping stressing my girl old man."

You stilled. Those two words, inadvertently, pulling at your heartstrings. My girl?

To be honest, those two words had you spiraling a bit. Your heart beat so loud you could hear the faint thud thud in your ears. Fuck what did he mean by that?

Brushing off his words, you turned your attention to the meal you were making for dinner, ignoring how fast your poor little heart was racing.

"Or- you could get him gp tickets." You playfully suggested. There was no way you were going to let Lando meet your crummy professor.

"I could do that too." He sounded dead serious. "I can't sit back and watch my stem princess suffer when I can do something about it."

My stem princess? Oh, your heart.

"Just give me his email and I'll take care of it."

"Lan, it's okay. It was just a joke." You reassured him. "I'm almost done with the unit anyway. I probably won't ever see him again."

"Are you sure?" His eyes intently watched you through his screen.

You nodded, focusing back on your dinner.

Lando wanted nothing more than to help you out but if you insisted you were fine, he was going to let it go.

"What are you making?" He opted to change the subject.

Bringing up your plated meal to the camera, giggling at his sudden grimace.

"Sushi?" He yelled, almost incredulously. "Is this what you do when I'm away?" He tsked in faux disappointment.

"Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "It's just sushi bake you big baby."

"Doesn't make it any better? It's fish!"

"Oh, grow up."

Comfortable silence settled over you two as you focused on finishing up your dinner. Noticing he hadn't said much in a while, you looked back at your screen, you were a little surprised to find him watching you; with stars in his eyes almost.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You chuckled, suddenly becoming self-conscious. "Is there something on my face?"

Unbeknownst to you, the Brit was trying to memorize your face. Committing all your features to memory. He hadn't seen you, physically, in almost three weeks. He swore he was having withdrawals.

"I- I just missed you." He confessed. He was being serious too. As much as he loved hanging out with his friends, he constantly found himself thinking about you; wondering if you doing okay and what not.

Admittedly, you missed him too. When you first met him in a dingy nightclub in Monaco a few months ago, you didn't think he'd have this much affect on you. But here you are, grinning like a cheshire cat when he showed a funny picture of his friend passed out on a yacht.

"Hold on- are you facetiming me from the hotel's bathroom?"

Pleased that he was the reason for your soft laughter, Lando nodded, incredibly proud of himself. "I'm going out for dinner with Max and the guys later. I was hoping to have a little chat with you before I leave."

"Lando." You scolded. "You can't go around saying stuff like that. It makes me feel stuff."

"Stuff like what?"

"Making me feel like a priority."

"But you are." He almost pleaded with you. "You are a priority to me. Please let me show you how much you mean to me."

For some reason, your mouth felt as dry as a bone. Why were his words suddenly making you weak in the knees?

"What are you saying?" Deep down, you were somewhat hopeful. Hopeful for what? You were about to find out.

"A confession. . . over a facetime call wasn't how I imagined this would go, but-" He hesitated for a while. "I really like you. Like really, really like you. You are all I think about these days. I miss your smile. I miss hearing the sound of your laugh, hearing it over the phone doesn't count. I miss your blueberry muffins. God, I just miss you."

Lando mistook your lack of response for a rejection. Seeing the sadness replace his hopeful smile had you scrambling to say whatever.

"I'm coming to Monza." You rushed, catching yourself off guard.

Huh?

"Huh?"

"I'm coming to Monza." It was supposed to be a surprise. But at least this way you both would have something to look forward to. "I'll be seeing you in person in Monza. Confess to me then."

Lando could feel heat rise up his chest. You were finally giving him a chance.

He was finally going to make you his.

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