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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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Not anymore (Lando Norris)

Lando's determined to make you see where you belong

Note: english is not my first language. I hope this is still enjoyable to read as I really challenged myself with these pieces! I'm not sure how good this is (or how much you will want to kill me)! This is part 2 of We don't fit together ! Edit: I used a line from dumplingsjinson (they're the best 🫶✨️)

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Tw: mentions reader's insecurities about herself and about her relationship with Lando, curse words, bloodwork

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Part 1

The past couple of days were strange. Lando still sent you his usual good morning and good night texts he would send whenever you didn't spend the night together, and you replied. Still, because of your schedule and his schedule, the text for the dreaded conversation came through only this morning

From Lan

Needed to get my bloods done and then Jon also needed a physical assessment so this morning was a rush, but I'm free for the rest of the day if you want to talk, lovie

To Lan

I'll be home for the whole day, you can come here whenever it's best for you!

Tidying the place up a bit, the thoughts on your head kept the same train of ideas. You didn't fit his lifestyle, and the constant doubts you felt were certainly not the way you wanted to go about your life.

There was a knock on the door when you were fluffing the pillows and you walked up to open it, see Lando with somewhat dark circles under his eyes and a bunch of your favourite flowers, "Come in", you said softly as you both headed to the living room, sitting down since you didn't know what else to do.

"Thank you for texting, there was this part of me that didn't believe you would", you admitted. This was the time to be honest, still remaining polite and aware of the words leaving your mouth.

"Of course I did, Y/N, I want us to talk this out, I want us out of this rough patch", Lando pleaded softly, "I'm so sorry for not noticing you were feeling like this", he offered, cutting through the silence when you seemed to not know what to say to kick-start the conversation.

"It's not your fault, Lando", you spoke the truth, "you have been on my mind every conscious second, every thought is about this and I- I really don't know how we will do this, how we will do that", you pointed to him in allusion to the goal he had, "I'm sorry".

Lando gulped, rubbing his hands on his thighs before speakingup, "I did too, and I want you to know I just want you to be happy, fuck, there's nothing I want more in life than to see you happy, and right now it pains me that I am the one that's making you hurt", he let his heart out.

"It's not only your fault", you whispered again, this time looking at him. Your insecurities were just that - your own - and you were responsible from how certain triggers made you feel and react, "I have to be the one to know how to deal with these".

"And I want to help you, lovie, you don't have to do this all alone all the time", Lando offered, "I want us to work and this is a conjoined effort - you shouldn't be doing that alone".

Silence filled the room as the gears turned in your head before you looked up again, seeing the broken look on Lando's face, "Do you think we should take a break? Spend some time away from eachother?", you voiced.

Lando didn't expect the option you suggested. Spending time further apart didn't seem like the right thing to do when you were obviously feeling like you didn't fit in and belong in his life, "are you sure that's the way to go? We'll do what you feel the most comfortable and happy with, but I don't want you to feel like I want you away or that you have to keep away from me - I want you with me for as much time as you can give me".

"It's silly, I know - I've never done this before, I don't know what to do", you shrugged your shoulders. Usually, by the time any insecurities shone through, your past partners had already left.

Lando sighed, "If that is what you think is going to help I'm all in, Y/N. I'll do anything to prove to you that I'm serious about this, but I'm giving up on us, I'm going to fight for you", Lando stated as tears started forming in his eyes, keeping them at bay because this wasn't the end. It couldn't be.

"I'm going to show you just how much you belong with me and how well we fit together, okay?", he checked with you, seeing a small nod, the uncertainty behind it only fueling him to put all his efforts into it.

"I wanted to do something we haven't done in a while", Lando said over the phone as he packed the tupperwares into the basket.

"Yes? And what would that be?", you asked. Lando kept a respectful distance but he made sure that everyday that you didn't spend together, you knew he was thinking about you and doing all these little things to remind you of how much he loved you and how you were meant to be together.

"I'm not going to tell you because it's a surprise, but I need to warn you to bring comfortable shoes, and as much as I love your little dresses, anything without a skirt would be better", you heard him smile.

"Okay, anywhere I should go to?", you wondered, "I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes if that's okay?", he quesioned, getting a positive answer from you, "see you soon, beautiful girl, I love you!".

Lando finished packing the picnic basket, getting the napkins and the drinks from the fridge so he could go to his bedroom and get ready.

He planned a fun afternoon, starting with a cycle around the city before finishing with a picnic in the park as he knew it was one of your favourite things. He had come up with many of your favourite plans to do together lately and he was feeling good about it. There was nothing he wanted more than to show you that you fit together and that both of your lives could compliment eachother if you both made adjustments. He was going out less than he used to and favouring to spend that time with you, he made sure you knew he was there and that he wasn't planning on leaving.

Finding a t-shirt and some jeans, he got two buckets hats from the new Quadrant Spring collection they would be launching soon and got ready to leave the apartment.

The drive to your wasn't long, but he never knew with the after lunch traffic, finding a good spot for his car and seeing you already at the entrance of the building, checking the street before crossing it, "hey, Lan", you smiled as you got inside the vehicle, kissing his cheek softly as he drove out of the spot once you had your seatbelt on, "hey, baby, how has your day been?".

"It's good, better now that I'm getting out of the house with some very nice company", you smiled.

The park wasn't too far, and when Lando parked near the rental city bikes with a smirk on his face, you knew what he wanted to do for the afternoon, "we're cycling?", you beamed.

"Yes! I also have some snacks here for a picnic later", Lando got the basket from the cartrunk, carrying it to the bike and making sure it was safely attached to it, scanning the code for his bike and then yours.

"Wait", he said as you were making sure the seat was at the right height, cycling around the area. Fishing out the bucket hat from the basket, he shook it a little so it would have a nice shape before putting it on your head, kissing your lips softly as he looked at you, "these are new and I needed my prettiest model to try them on first", he charmed as you blushed, "plus, I don't want the sun to blind you or burn you".

You cycled around your favourite spots in town, Lando occasionally taking pictures of the city and you with his camera and waving at the odd person who noticed and recognised it was him and you on the bikes, before you returned to the park, deciding to cycle to your favourite spot by the old big trees, blossoming from the spring sun.

"Thank you for this", you mumbled as you wiped your lips free of crumbs from the cake you had.

"Y/N, I won't stop fighting for us when we have something worth fighting for", he smiled, pulling you to lay on the blanket with him and holding your hands between your bodies, "I also got this really cool invite for the new exhibition at the museum - that one you wanted to see - and you want to know why it is so cool? Because we get the exhibition all to ourselves, no one else is going to be there which means you can take as long as you want and I can admire you all to myself and all I want too", he kissed your cheek.

"Sounds like a nice plan, thank you", you kissed his jaw.

You scanned your paddock pass as walked in the directions you were giving, not wanting to mess up the schedule and the lined up events everyone had.

They had been experimenting with new events to promote motorsport, adding parties and sunset events to the race weekend on order to gather all of the sponsors, famous people and fans who were interested in seeing the behind the scenes of a luxurious and extravagant race weekend.

"Everyone who still doesn't have a bracelet can come through here, please", one of the women in black suits called as you stood in that line, waiting for you turn.

"Here you go, enjoy the party!", she smiled, letting you go through and carrying on with her tasks.

The section involving the paddock, pitlane and the starting grid decorated with lights over bars serving drinks while staff went around with trays with small canapés.

You supposed this did work or they wouldn't try it out, after all it was an expensive sport and the more investors and sponsors they got, the better, so every little interaction and publicity was welcomed. You recognised a lot for the faces from Instagram and other social media platforms, along with some of the sponsors you had spent races sitting next to in the garage.

The face you wanted to see the most was nowhere in sight as you saw Oscar and Zak in the distance, talking to someone you recognised being one of their sponsors.

When you stepped closer to the area where most drivers seemed to be hanging out, you spotted Lando and he spotted you.

It had been nearly a year since you called it quits. It wasn't working for you and no matter how much Lando tried and fought for your relationship, you still didn't feel comfortable and thought you'd be better without eachother. It wasn't easy and to this day it would probably be one of your biggest regrets.

Maybe today you'd get to ease that heavy feeling in your chest.

Lando knew a lot of people would be there tonight, but your face wasn't one he expected. Last thing he heard about you was that you had made a small career switch and started working with another company, so he figured you were probably invited through one of the people with deep pockets wanting to invest in motorsport, knowing how it always looks nice on the company to invite employees to these fixtures.

As he saw his father and Max walk up to where you were, he walked in your direction, hoping to divert them so they wouldn't see you, another person pulled him with him to the side for a photo and it became impossible for him to not notice you and the other way around.

“It’s been… It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”, you spoke up when you locked eyes and stood close enough to eachother.

"Yes, it has", Lando stated, "how have you been?", he wondered.

"I've been okay, and I see you have been doing well too - the car looks great this year", you congratulated, "I've been meaning to text you because I wanted to talk", you tried.

It took you some time to work on your insecurities, to learn to feel uncomfortable in some situations and get yourself out of them, and now you felt ready to begin again, feeling comfortable in your own skin.

"What did you want to tell me? You can tell me here", he stated coldly.

To say you broke his heart would be an understatement.

Despite all of his efforts, stopping DJ'ing, being conscious of who he hung out with, making sure he spent as much time with you as he could, you still raised concerns about how you were like oil and water.

Not made to be together.

"This really isn't the best place", you looked around as he pulled you inside the McLaren garage that was just on the side, exchanging a look with the security guard that was making sure no one broke in without permission.

"Is it good here now?", he offered.

"It will have to do", you smiled, "I'm sorry things didn't work out before - I wasn't in a good place and things weren't working out the way I'd like", you offered, "and I feel better now".

"Let me stop you right there before this gets out of hand and I hurt you, because I have never wanted that and I don't want it now", Lando said sternly, catching you off guard, "making peace with the fact that we weren't going to work out together was one of the hardest things I've done - I was miserable, didn't enjoy racing or anything that I was doing because I didn't have you by my side - you left me when I needed you", he poured his heart out.

He didn't shout and he didn't yell, but every word stung. Both from how true they were and how he had hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry, Lando, I wasn't trying to diminish how you felt then", you clarified.

"I know you didn't, but this isn't how it works, fuck", he rubbed his temple, "You don’t get to just waltz back into my life and think that I’d be okay with it - I waited so long for you, and I wanted to wait longer if you had let me, but now I can't do that, not anymore", he stated firmly.

"Are you saying we don't have another chance?", you asked as your bottom lip wobbled, "I promise I'll be more open about how I feel, and second guessing wo-".

“You were it at one point, you know?”, Lando shook his head as he looked at his feet before looking up back at you, "my parents, Max, Carlos - everyone agreed with me when I said you were my endgame", he offered.

There had been a time where he wished for this. For you to come to him and tell him you wanted him back and how it had all been a mistake. Now that he was hearing it, he realised he didn't want it, not anymore.

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dreamauri · 1 year

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♪ — 𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗦 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff) “. . . during spending time with your boyfriend on the beach, you decide to use his face to express art”

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"It's cold!" Lando shouted childishly over as he walked out of the water. "It's cold." He repeated annoyed as he walked towards where you sat looking past your canvas at your boyfriend. The sun was blazing hot and for some reason, Lando decided he wanted to go for a swim instead of sitting indoors.

"It's cold." He said for the third time, sitting beside you on the warm sand, pouting. You chuckled, setting the drying painting canvas on the sand in front of you. Pulling a towel from beside you, Lando leaned closer as you gently dried his face, fluffing his hair.

"I'm col-" "Lan, I don't control the weather." "That's not how its supposed to go!" He laughed, pulling you in his chest. "Can you be my portable heater?"

"That's the worst pick up line I've ever heard!" You complained playfully, trying to squirm out of his hold. "You're going to get me wet." "Oh no. My bad, my love." Lando said sarcastically, getting to his feet and pulling you into his chest, dragging you to the water.

"Lando no!" You laughed, momentarily getting out of his arms before he lifted you off your feet jumping into the water with you. Cuss words spilled from your mouth from the shock of the temperature, which only prompted your boyfriend to drag you further in till the water reached up to your shoulder length.

And for the next 40 minutes, you two chased each other, splashing and throwing each other ( well lets be honest, mostly him throwing you ). You were able to get out of the water once you chased Lando, winning a splash fight.

Plopping down at your reserved spot, you dry Lando's face and hair again, who only watches you with a smile. "Why you smiling at me like that?!" You laugh pushing him away. "What?! I can't smile anymore?" He teased, holding your wrist and pulling you into a soft kiss.

"No." You put your tongue out, kissing his cheek. The brunette face cried in pain, laying on his back clutching his heart. "Stop being a baby!" You laughed, smudging some of your paint on his nose.

"Not red!" He shouted panicked, seeing the colour on his face, wiping it out quickly in a towel, making you laugh your ass off for the next five minutes, with him telling you its not funny.

"Anything but red!" He protested folding his arms and shaking his head ( vaguely reminding you of the time when a fan left a Ferrari cap on his table, and him trying to push it away without touching it ). "Anything but red?" You asked again once you calmed down.

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"I've become a canvas." Lando smiled widely giggling, taking a video of himself with you sitting beside him, gently painting on his cheek. "Stop laughing, you're going to ruin it." You scolded him, absolutly concentrated on the image you were generating, the occasional giggle escaping your lips.

"Ruin what? You wont even let me see what you're drawing." He chuckled trying to keep his face still ( failing miserably), which made you chuckle in return, kissing him gently before going back. Lando smiled at the camera, only being able to tell colours of orange, blue, white. Maybe more colours, he couldn't tell because of the setting sun and darkening sky.

Unbeknownst to him, you were painting Lando's first win celebration. A huge smile on your face once you finished the details on his helmet.

The video and the painting + the human canvas ofc and the artist hugging the breathing canvas, were posted later that day. Lando didn't want to erase the painting, crying after you force-wiped the chemicals of his stained cheek.

You lived for memories like these.

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4ln-stay8 · 7 months

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Saving the day

> summary: Lando gets fussy when his hair doesn’t look the way he wants to

> author note: apparently my last fanfic wasn’t as bad as I thought so I tried to make another one

> warnings: fluff, Lando being a sassy diva

Everyone knows that Lando Norris is very serious about his style. He likes to always be on point and honestly he never disappoints. You out of all the people who love and support him know better.

It was Friday morning, usually Lando would be getting ready to go to the track and get ready for practice, but today was different. Today was one of Lando’s days off that weren’t really off. It was a race free weekend, but being the only time he was available he scheduled a photo shoot for his company’s new merch collection.

The morning sun bathed the studio in a soft, golden light as you sat on a fold-out chair, observing the hustle and bustle of the photo shoot for the new Quadrant merchandise. Lando, your boyfriend, alongside Max Fewtrell, his very best friend, were getting ready for the shoot, but something seemed to be bothering Lando.

Lando squirmed in his chair, a look of frustration on his face as a hairstylist carefully styled his hair. "This just doesn't feel right," he muttered to Max, who was sitting nearby.

Max chuckled. "You're a bit picky today, mate. It looks fine to me."

The hairstylist tried again and again to please her employer but Lando just wasn't convinced. He caught your eyes staring at him in the mirror and motioned for you to come over. "Y/N, can you come here for a second?"

You walked over to him, a curious expression on your face. You weren’t very sure of the reason why he called you. Did he wanted your opinion? Did he just wanted a kiss? You had no clue.

Lando was a pretty clingy boyfriend but was he to blame? He was mostly away from you, even when you accompanied him to the track. He didn’t always had the time or he just couldn’t afford to kiss you or cuddle you the way he wanted to. That’s why whenever he got the chance, mostly behind the closed doors of your apartment or in the few private moments he actually had, he swore to show you how much he actually loved you.

When you got next to his chair, you put your hand on his shoulder and said softly “What's up, Lando?"

Lando ran a hand through his hair and frowned. "Something's off with this hairstyle, and it's driving me crazy. You're the only one who gets it right. Can you fix it for me?"

You laughed softly. "Of course, I can. You're lucky I'm here." You took the hairstylist's place and started working on Lando's hair.

It was very safe to say that Lando loved the way you styled his hair. You weren’t a professional or anything but he just liked the way you did it. Was it the feeling of your fingers brushing through his hair? Was it the way you actually did his hair? You didn’t really know but neither did he. You always did his hair the way you liked how it looked and he just loved it.

Max raised an eyebrow. "You know how to do hair, Y/N?"

You shrugged. "Not really but I've had plenty of practice with Lando. He's quite particular."

And it was true. Lando was quite particular. From the clothes he was wearing, to the shoes he wore, to the way his hair looked all the way to the accessories he picked. Everything was calculated. He didn’t stressed that much about it, it just came naturally. His brain did all the work before he could even think about it.

As you worked your magic on Lando's hair, he sighed in relief. "Ah, that's so much better. Thanks, babe."

You really didn’t changed much from the way the hairstylist did it. You just moved some strands of hair into their place and fluffed the curls up a little.

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair into place. "You're welcome my love. Now, go out there and rock that photo shoot." you said giving him a small kiss for good luck

Lando grinned and stood up, striking a pose. "I always look my best when you're in charge of my hair."

You giggled blushing of his smooth flirty comments. He always did this. He always made sure to make you feel like he just couldn’t live without you, like he was hopeless without you, like you were the most important thing in his life. Because at this point all of them were true.

It might be a little over the top but he just couldn’t get his brain to imagine a future that doesn’t have you in it. He was so madly in love with you, he just adored you. And you adored him just as much.

Max chuckled. "It's true. Y/N's got the magic touch."

Max always tried to get along with you. It wasn’t really hard as your vibes were matching. He always tried to make you feel welcomed and like you belong there, because in his opinion you were. Lando had many girlfriends over the years they knew each other. He loved many of them and many loved him back, but he never seen his best friend like this. He never saw Lando love this hard, you had him wrapped around your finger. He would do anything you asked him to do in a heartbeat. He also never saw someone to love his best friend as hard as you do either. You and Lando were just made for each other and everyone could see that.

As Lando and Max headed to the set, you watched with pride. You knew how important this photoshoot was for them and were happy to help in any way you could.

Throughout the day, you continued to work your hairstyling magic on Lando adjusting his hair often, earning praise from the rest of the crew for your skills. You couldn't help but enjoy the banter and camaraderie between Lando, Max, and the Quadrant team. It was clear that they were not only teammates but also close friends. And now you were a part of that too.

During a break, Lando leaned in to kiss you. "Thanks for saving the day, love." said Lando looking at you with heart eyes.

You grinned. "Anytime, baby. I'm your personal hairstylist, after all." you said giggling and kissed his lips one more time.

Max chimed in, "And the best one at that!" he said laughing. “You know how hard it is to work with him when things don’t go his way” said Max again, teasing his best friend

“Its not my fault that other people just don’t see my vision” said Lando dramatically making everyone laugh.

With your help, the photo shoot went off without a hitch, and the Quadrant merch looked fantastic. As the day came to an end, Lando and Max couldn't have been happier with the results, and you were incredibly proud to have been a part of their successful day.

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holllandtrash · 1 year

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6 to 1 | lando norris (part 5)

paring: lando norris x leclerc!reader part 5 in the 6 to 1 series (read part 1 here)

in twelve short hours, you were everything from drunk to lonely, to desperate to scared to anxious to content to happy to scared once again. it didn't help that lando was with you to experience all of it, it was worse that he still chose to stay

word count: 6.7k tags/warnings PLEASE READ: some mature themes including alcohol consumption, reference to not being in control of your body/surroundings, faint anxiety, subtle references to non-con situations (but no actual non-con acts, dont worry)

Lando held out his arm for you to use to balance yourself as you pulled your heels off. You tossed them to the side and sighed happily when your soles pressed against the hardwood floor.

“Come on,” Lando encouraged, hand going to your back as he led you down the hall, “let's get you to bed.”

You had practically passed out in the car when Lando picked you up. You desperately wanted to stay up and talk to him, but you were drunk and tired and keeping your eyes open in a moving vehicle wasn’t doing anything for your intoxicated state of mind.

And now Lando was pushing open the bedroom door, keeping his mouth shut at the state of the room and the sight of your clothes piled up in the corner. You wanted to apologise for the mess but in your defence, no one was supposed to be here except you.

“I’ll go get you some water, okay?” Lando waited until you were situated on the edge of the bed before leaving the room. You knew this was probably the best time for you to change out of the dress and put on something more comfortable but when you reached for the zipper that rested halfway down your back it became very clear that you could not rid this dress from your body alone.

You weren’t sure how to ask Lando how to help you without him getting the wrong idea. It wasn’t that you wanted to strip in front of him but you also weren’t about to fall asleep in the dress you’ve been wearing for sixteen hours.

When Lando came back he put the glass of water on the bedside table, stepping over a curling iron that you had dangerously left in the middle of the floor. You watched silently as he adjusted the pillows against the headboard, fluffing them out for you.

He glanced over his shoulder, probably wondering why you hadn’t moved an inch since he had left to get water. The way you sat there with uncertainty told him that the contents of everything you ate and drank were about to work their way up.

“Do I need to go get a bin for you?” Lando asked.

“What?” Your eyebrows pinched together. “No, no, I’m okay, I just-” you pointed to the back of your dress, “I need help.”

Lando was about to ask for clarification but then his gaze landed on the zipper. He let out a very quiet, ‘oh’ before walking towards you and helping you stand up. Your eyes locked for a second and even in the dimly lit bedroom, even when you needed a second to focus, the mix of green and gold in his irises had you forgetting what it was you just asked for help with.

He probably got the hint that your request had vanished from your mind because Lando took it upon himself to gently spin you around. He collected your hair that was pinned back in a high ponytail and rested it over your shoulder. A chill travelled through you when his thumb brushed against your bare skin before he took hold of the zipper.

There was a very strong chance he could hear your heart racing in your chest.

Staggered breaths hit the back of your neck as he pulled the zipper down about halfway. His other hand found a home on your hip, his fingers lightly pressing against the silk orange material.

“You do look stunning in this dress,” Lando whispered, eyes raking over the indents in your skin, the freckles on your back that he had never noticed before.

“Oh but let me guess,” you rolled your eyes and attempted your best British accent, “It’d look better on the floor?”

Lando laughed and your stomach turned in knots when he dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his curls brushing against your neck and it took everything in you not to reach up and tangle your fingers through them. His grip on your side tightened, only for a moment, before he inhaled quietly and lifted his head.

You turned around and his hand on you loosened, but he didn't drop it from your side. You tried to focus on keeping eye contact with him, but your line of sight kept dropping to his lips.

Did you want him to kiss you?

Even if you were waiting for it, that moment wouldn't come. Not in the state you were in currently in. The most he did was lift his hands to cup your cheeks, dipping your face enough so he could kiss the top of your head.

And just because you were drunk and didn’t know how to react to a gesture as soft and caring as this, you relied on your usual banter to get you past this blurred line you found yourself standing on.

“That counts as one of your seconds.”

Lando dropped his hands from your face and stared at you, confusion written all over his features. Now that the material of the dress wasn’t constricted against your body, the straps hung loosely over your arms. It would take you less than a second to slip out of the garment, but that would be the alcohol making the decisions for you.

“It absolutely does not,” he argued, not daring to let his eyes drop from yours, even if the loose dress hung lower on your chest than it was before.

“Yes it does.”

“You won’t remember it in the morning.”

“Yes I will.”

Lando didn’t believe you. He’d seen you drunk only twice before and that was at the club after the Miami grand prix, both this year and last. Which was horrible because you were technically underage at the 2022 event but with your brothers and the drivers keeping an eye on you, you knew you were fine.

Last year, you were a wild card. Switching from dancing one minute to chatting up strangers the next and everything in between all night long. The next morning, Lando had overheard Charles telling Carlos that you didn’t remember a thing.

This year was no different. You let loose in Miami and the following morning, you had no recollection of anything that took place after the race.

But you weren’t as drunk now as you were then. Or at least you thought that to be true. You were still in control of your actions. You could tell a bad decision from a good one. You knew that standing this close to Lando after missing him for the last week and half wasn’t a good idea but acting on the pull you felt towards him was an even worse one.

Lando lifted his hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, the same strand that kept getting caught on your earring all night.

“You are…” he took a deep breath, you couldn’t even begin to guess how he would finish that sentence. He might have wanted to compliment you again. Or he could have made a ridiculing comment about how he couldn’t handle you. The way he looked at you hinted towards a mixture of both sweet and sarcastic.

But he didn’t voice the rest of his thoughts. Instead, Lando shook his head slowly and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before he stepped back.

“Get some sleep, yeah?”

Roles reversed when you found yourself refusing to let him go. The second his hand fell from yours, you grabbed it again and kept him from heading to the living room, undoubtedly where he was planning on spending the rest of the night.

Because of course he would give you the bedroom, his bedroom.

Lando cared about you more than you wanted to admit because that would mean you’d have to admit that you also cared about him.

“Can you stay?” The question slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself. Maybe you weren’t in total control of your actions.

“We both know that’s not a good idea.”

Lando was thinking clearly. He might have wanted to share a bed with you, but he knew how incoherent and intoxicated you were and if he was going to spend a night with you, the first night, he wanted you both to be sober for it.

“I think you should get ready for bed,” he changed the topic before you could fight him on his decision. Lando backed up and headed into his closet, grabbing one of the hoodies, his hoodies, from the hanger. He handed it to you, but didn’t stay, instead walking into the ensuite. “Do you have- oh, yes you do.” Lando walked back into the room holding a package of makeup wipes. He pulled the wrapping back to pull out a damp tissue.

Lando put the makeup wipe in your empty hand and then gestured with his chin to the hoodie, wordlessly reminding you that getting ready for bed was probably, definitely, the best thing for both of you.

You nodded and walked into the bathroom to change. Lando wasn’t going to give in to what you wanted, but you were surprised to see him leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone when you walked back into the bathroom, fresh faced, in an oversized hoodie, and still quite drunk.

“Okay,” you flailed your arms to the side and Lando looked up, placing his phone on the tv stand. You’d be lying if you said you missed the way he smiled when he saw you in one of his jumpers, something that he thought he’d never see.

“Water’s on the table,” he pointed out. “Try not to throw up in the bed-”

“I’m not going to throw up in the bed.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep.”

“I’m not that drunk,” you scoffed, but as you crossed your arms over your chest, you nearly lost your balance. You caught yourself, thankfully, but it only further proved Lando’s point that you were most likely not able to control whether or not you got sick during the night.

“Come on,” he pushed himself off the wall and stepped around you to pull the covers back on the bed. He nodded his head towards the very inviting mattress, “Bed, now.”

“I don’t need you to parent me.”

“I’m not parenting you, Y/N, it’s 1:30 in the morning and we should both be sleeping,” his little laugh that followed told you that he wasn’t all that mad about being awake right now, even if there were dark bags under his eyes and a couch that was calling his name.

You slid into the bed and pulled the blanket up to your chin. You were about ten seconds away from falling asleep, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to go. Before Lando could leave you for the rest of the night, you stuck your arm out of the blanket and grabbed his hand.

“I’m not staying,” Lando said with a soft laugh, already knowing what you were going to ask of him.

As much as Lando wanted to crawl into bed next to you, he knew you’d regret it in the morning. You were drunk, you weren’t thinking straight, you just wanted company and you missed Lando and now that he was right in front of you, you didn’t want to let him go.

But you wouldn’t want this if you were sober. You would be kicking him to the couch before he could even think about sliding into bed next to you. You’d be making a joke about how this would be the one and only time he’d ever help you undress. There would be more banter, more sarcasm, more eye rolls.

Drunk you was funny, adorable, irresistible, even, but it wasn’t you. And Lando knew you too well, respected you too much, to take any sort of advantage over this scenario, even if you didn’t see it as such.

You covered your mouth with your other hand as you yawned and asked, “What about just until I fall asleep?”

That was the compromise. Much like how you could give him thirty seconds of pretending he wasn’t a driver instead of two minutes, you were hoping he would stay until your eyes closed. After that, he could go. It wasn’t like you’d be awake for much longer anyway.

“Please?” god you were begging now. That’s how Lando knew you were well past the point of intoxication. You’d rather die than ask him for anything.

But maybe that’s why Lando eventually gave in, because this would be the only time you’d ever ask him to lay with you. There was a very strong chance this would be the first and last time he’d be able to crawl into bed and hold you against his side as you fell asleep with your head on his chest.

Lando sighed quietly and nodded, trying not to let his happiness show when your face lit up as he walked around to the other side of the bed. He didn’t get under the blanket, he was smarter than that, if he let himself get comfortable he’d never get up.

So he got on top of the blanket as you curled yourself into his side. Lando rested one arm behind his head and used the other arm to pull you closer. Immediately, you abandoned the pillows he had so nicely fluffed for you and used his chest as a pillow instead.

You could feel his heartbeat beneath your cheek and found comfort in it, much like how he found solace with each breath you took as your eyelashes fluttered shut.

He gently played with your hair and his fingers against your scalp had you smiling as fatigue took over your body.

Lando kept his gaze on you the entire time. Waiting to see if he could tell when you fell asleep, hoping to find out if you were someone who snored or spoke when you were sleeping.

You twitched against him, indicating that you were definitely no longer awake, but Lando stayed there for an extra minute or two to make sure of it. He wished he could have stayed there all night, but you would lose it on him in the morning if you woke up next to him.

It didn’t matter how bad you wanted him now, it wasn’t real.

And that was the reality that convinced Lando to carefully slide out of bed. He didn’t even allow himself to sneak one more look at you before walking out of the room, dragging his hand through his hair and wondering what it would take for you to want him like this tomorrow and the next day and every day after that.

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You wished you knew how you ended up back at Lando’s place last night, but the details were fuzzy and your head was still spinning as you slowly came to that morning.

You remembered saying bye to the bride and groom before getting into a black car. Did you order an uber? If yes, what else did you buy last night? You wouldn’t have been surprised if you asked the driver to stop at a drive-thru for a late night burger and fries.

Reaching towards the bedside table, you blindly searched for your phone and was met with a glass of water instead. The force of your hand knocked it sideways and you sat up in a panic.

“Shit,” you muttered, grabbing a pillow to cover the spill up. You weren’t an irresponsible drunk per say, but it was unlike you to pour yourself some water when you came home after a night out.

You rubbed your hand over your face, fully expecting to see mascara smudged on the pads of your fingers when you pulled your hand back, but it was clean. You had absolutely no recollection of taking your makeup off before bed.

And then you noticed the baby blue sleeve covering your arm. You pulled at the material against your chest and made out the white Quadrant logo printed on the jumper. This was Lando’s hoodie.

There was no fucking way you went into his closet and willingly put it on.

You climbed out of bed, ignoring the faint pounding happening in your head and praying it would go away after you made yourself something to eat. You were lucky, you didn’t struggle too badly with hangovers, instead you struggled with filling in the gaps of what happened the night prior.

You made your way down the hall with the sole intent of making a plate of eggs and bacon and then crawling right back into bed. There was a carton of eggs in the fridge and you already knew where everything in the kitchen was after making the most of it and all of its spacious glory these last two weeks.

So you grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and cracked an egg into it. After tossing out the shell, you grabbed a second egg.

“Morning.”

And then you used that second egg as a weapon.

You spun on your heels and threw it in the direction of where the voice came from, which just so happened to be from the hallway right outside the bathroom door. A normal reaction would have been to scream or jump at the thought of an intruder being in the home, but no, you relied on a goddamn egg to save your life.

At least your aim was good. It hit the ‘intruder’ right in the chest but you covered your mouth with your hands when you realised who you had just gotten egg yolk all over.

Lando stood there, yellow staining the cotton in the centre of his shirt as yolk dripped to the floor. A few broken shells clung to him, but the majority of it was on the floor near his feet.

Any other day, you would have apologised for the mess you caused.

But any other day, you probably would have been made aware if you were in the same room as Lando.

“I prefer my eggs scrambled, but sure, this works,” Lando nodded, accepting that this was the reality he had woken up to. He stepped over the eggshells and reached for the roll of paper towels that was in the corner of the kitchen.

All you could do was stand there with your back against the fridge as you tried to piece together the events of last night.

Did Lando pick you up? You didn’t even know he was in London. This flat only had one bedroom, you didn’t share a bed did you? Maybe he showed up this morning, but why would he show up unannounced?

You yanked on the collar of your jumper, his jumper, “Was this your doing?”

Was that really the question that took priority right now?

Lando barely glanced up from trying to clean himself off, “You’re asking if, in your intoxicated state, I got you naked and forced a Quadrant jumper on you? Yes, Y/N that’s exactly what I did.”

Now that you heard it out loud, the idea was pretty preposterous. Lando was annoying in plenty of ways, but he wouldn’t cross a line like that.

But he basically confirmed being with you last night.

You dragged your hand through your hair, still attempting to put the pieces together yourself as you grabbed a towel from the drawer and held it under the stream of water from the kitchen skin.

“Did you pick me up last night?” You asked, crossing the kitchen and walking over to him. Lando tossed the crumpled paper towel on the counter and didn’t say anything as you dabbed the cloth over his shirt, trying to get the egg out.

“You asked me to,” he answered, already sounding defensive.

“When did you get to London?”

“I arrived in the UK a few days ago, but I just got to London yesterday.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” You stretched out the material of his shirt, trying not to notice his tanned skin underneath or the fact that he had a v-line that disappeared into the hem of his grey sweats.

“I did tell you,” he chuckled. “When you called me last night.”

“I called you?” Your eyebrows pinched together, trying to focus on the yolk stain but the timeline of events slowly being put together was a bit distracting. The frustration that you couldn’t remember any of it but Lando could was being taken out on his shirt. “Why would I call you?”

“I don’t know, but it was right after I commented on your post.”

You remembered posting the three pictures, but didn’t remember any notifications that followed, “What did you say?”

“That you looked good in orange.”

“Why did you-” you cut yourself off, annoyed for a handful of reasons and you threw the towel on the counter beside you. “You know what? I don’t care. I don’t care!” You forced yourself to smile, wanting to make the best out of this situation but Lando saw right through it. You backed up, glancing between his eyes and the stain on his shirt, “You should throw it on the wash.”

“Oh if anyone needs to do laundry, it's you,” Lando laughed, “I saw the pile of clothes in the bedroom. Have you done any washing since you’ve been here?”

He was in the bedroom with you?

Lando meant it as a joke, trying to poke fun of the mess you made in his home, but the instant he saw the panic sink in, he knew he said the wrong thing.

“Woah, hey don’t worry, nothing happened last night,” Lando quickly assured you. Still, your heart was racing and it only intensified when he stepped forward and put his hands on your shoulders, “I promise, Y/N, nothing happened. I didn’t even sleep in the room, I wouldn’t do that, you were drunk. I like you but I’m not- I wouldn’t have dared try anything,” he painfully swallowed at the thought that you might not believe him. “I gave you the jumper and those cleaning wipe things, you changed in the bathroom, I laid with you for like five minutes until you passed out and then I left. I slept out here. I promise.”

You still felt uneasy at the idea of Lando being with you when you were in such a vulnerable state. You had no control of your actions, no memory, just his word that nothing happened and you wanted to believe him, but you weren’t an idiot. You were a girl and you needed your walls to be up, it was the unfortunate world you were brought into.

You had heard horror stories of friends thinking they could trust the guys they were with only to be proven wrong in the worst ways.

You shook Lando’s hands off of you, putting space between your bodies again.

Lando watched as you turned your back on him to try and go back to making your breakfast. He noticed your fingers trembling as you grabbed another egg and cracked it into the bowl. A couple shells landed with the yolk and you swore under your breath.

He approached you hesitantly and when he put his hand on your back you flinched and tried to step away from him again.

“Don’t-” you tensed. “Please, Lando just don’t touch me right now.”

He held his hands up defensively and glanced at the eggs, “I was just going to say I can do this. Go take a shower or go back to bed for a bit, let me make breakfast.”

“Breakfast in bed isn’t going to make me trust your word,” you said. Your stomach twisted, but not in the butterfly kind of way. It was the kind of knot that made you feel physically sick. “You don’t get it, Lando, this probably isn’t something you’ve ever had to worry about. But I don’t remember anything from last night and I’m just supposed to believe that you didn’t do something? I didn’t even know you were in the city until right now, I can’t-” you shook your head. “I want to believe you, really, but when I woke up this morning I thought I was alone in this flat so already this is not off to a good start.”

You grabbed a fork from the drawer and tried to fish out the broken shell, ignoring Lando just watching you. When it was clear that you were too anxious and on edge to try and make breakfast, you dropped the fork to the sink and declared you were giving up. You didn’t even let Lando get another word in before you walked down the hall towards the room, slamming the door after you.

You peeled the quadrant hoodie off of you and threw it in the corner of the room. You felt gross and even if he really hadn’t done anything, there was a sickeningly crawling feeling that spread through your body.

A shower was the first step to get rid of it. Rid yourself of last night, of the wedding, of everything that was said or done within the last twenty four hours. You turned on the water and stepped in, letting your senses drown in the steam and scalding hot water.

You rubbed your hands over your face, taking in a few deep breaths before reaching for the bar of soap.

The longer you stood there, the more you thought about how you might have overreacted.

You had every reason to be paranoid. Every person who woke up in that same scenario would be, but it was Lando.

Lando wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or betray you. He wouldn’t take advantage of you. The worst he might do is take a photo of you blackout drunk and use it as black mail, but he would never, ever put you in an unsafe position.

Even in your drunken state, you must have known that. Why else would you have called him? You weren’t someone who ever went home with a stranger or had one night stands with a person whose name you would forget in the morning, but you called Lando.

He was the one you wanted to be with at the end of the night.

You didn’t know what time you left the wedding, but you could imagine it was late. It wouldn’t have surprised you to know that Lando didn’t hesitate before grabbing his keys to drive to you because he’d rather take you home than let you get in a car with a stranger. He was letting you stay at his flat for christ sakes, this man would do anything for you.

He was wholesomely trying to work his way up your driver ranking, slowly, cautiously, all while gaining more and more of your trust as the days went on. He wanted you to like him. He wouldn’t jeopardise your friendship by any means.

Also, he’d have 19 drivers on the grid to answer to if he ever did try anything. And some team principals. And your other brothers.

Lando liked you and there had been a few blurred lines within the last couple weeks, but he wouldn’t dare cross one like this.

When you finished showering, you were a bit more clear headed than you were after your alarming first few minutes of being awake. You took your time washing your face but decided to let your hair air-dry. His hoodie in the corner of the room wasn’t one you reached for, but it didn’t cause you to tense up when you looked at it.

You put on a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt instead and after telling yourself one more time that Lando was someone you could trust, you walked out of the room.

His back was towards you as he sang along to whatever song was playing on his phone. He had cleaned up the mess that was on the floor and changed shirts so there was no trace of the egg you had thrown at him.

He didn’t hear you leave the bedroom, too engrossed in putting the finishing touches on breakfast. He had pulled out everything he could from the fridge to make a few omelettes. You saw two plates each with toast already on them and from the smell of it, it seemed like he was about done.

Lando then heard your quiet footsteps as you approached and he glanced over his shoulder to give you a shy smile, “Hey, sit down, breakfast is about ready.”

But you didn’t sit. Instead, you walked right up to him and slid your arms around his waist to hug him from behind. You pressed your cheek to his back and let out a deep breath, closing your eyes.

He hesitated. You weren't usually one to make any sort of move like this towards him, but then rested his hand over yours and chuckled softly. He could feel your hair dampen his shirt and he was a little constricted in his movements as he tried to finish cooking, but he didn’t care.

You were hugging him. That’s the only thing that mattered.

“I’m not going to apologise for reacting the way I did,” you whispered. “But I know now that you wouldn’t ever-”

“I kissed the top of your head,” Lando interjected. You could feel his body tense as he inhaled a sharp breath.

You lifted your head from his back right as Lando turned to face you. You could see the guilt painted all over his face. He looked as though he was confessing to a crime.

"You-" there was no memory of that exchange. "You did what?"

“You asked me to help you with the zipper on your dress and I did but then I kissed the top of your head and I know I shouldn’t have and I’m sorry,” Lando admitted. “And then you told me that it counted as one of my twelve seconds, which I think is a little dramatic, but I’m still sorry."

"Lando, if all you did was kiss the top of my head, I think we're fine," you assured him, your words were followed by a light hearted laugh, but he still wanted to apologize.

"I didn’t even think about how you would react this morning seeing me and I understand now why you acted the way you did, I wouldn’t trust any person who was in my house if I woke up after a night out either." He didn't even want to put himself in your shoes. "I promise, next time you call me at midnight to pick you up I will take you straight home and I’ll walk you to the door but I won’t come inside because-”

“Next time?” your eyebrows furrowed together. Granted, that was not the most important part of his little ramble, but it was the part that stood out. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

“Oh, definitely,” Lando answered too confidently. “Because you know I’ll drop anything for you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. All you could do was look up at him, trying to tell if he was being truthful or not.

You laughed it off, “No you wouldn’t.”

All Lando did was raise his eyebrows. He wasn’t going to try and convince you he was being honest, he was going to let you believe what you wanted to believe. He turned and grabbed the handle of the pan to slide the omelette onto a plate before handing it to you.

You took it without exchanging another word and went and sat down at the dining room table. Lando joined a minute later with his own plate and added salt and pepper to his. You grabbed a forkful and waited for it to cool off before eating it, pleasantly surprised at how it tasted.

You thought you were a better cook than Lando, but you might just be wrong.

“So,” you quickly swallowed, “If we were to date, who would do the cooking in the relationship?”

“Don’t,” Lando barely looked at you before he stood up to grab a few glasses of water.

You put your fork down and stared after him, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t tease that,” He clarified with a faint laugh. “Don’t tease a relationship.”

“It’s a hypothetical question, I’m not teasing anything.”

Lando rolled his eyes as he sat back down, sliding you one of the glasses. He took a large sip before finally answering, “Fine. Hypothetically, we would both cook.”

“And the cleaning?”

He took a quick look around the flat. He didn’t have to say anything, you got the hint. You had stuff thrown everywhere. Shoes, jackets, empty bottles of sparkling water. You didn’t pack much for this trip but surprisingly, none of it was in the suitcase anymore or properly put away. This wasn’t your flat but you sure made yourself at home.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, you’ll do the cleaning.”

“Hypothetically.”

“Hypothetically,” you agreed.

Lando took a few more bites before he kept going with this topic, “Would you come to the races?”

“I already do.”

“As my girlfriend,” he added, speaking with his mouthful. “Not as Charles’ sister.” He took another bite and then finished with, “Hypothetically.”

You inhaled a breath, leaning against the back of the chair. You avoided his eyes as you picked at the food on your plate.

It wasn’t a genuine question but at the same time, you both knew it was. Calling it a hypothetical was a safety net. Something to fall back on if one of you said something that the other didn’t agree with. Or worse, if you both said all the right answers.

“I think it would be like shared custody,” you eventually said with a hint of a smile. You kept the tone playful, but still answered as truthfully as you could, “One race with Ferrari, the next with McLaren and I’d keep going back and forth.”

Lando rolled his eyes and scoffed, “I don’t want to share you.”

“Hypothetically,” you included at the end of that sentence because he seemed to forget that this scenario wasn't real.

Lando’s eyebrow twitched as he took a sip of water, not agreeing to that final word. Hinting at the fact that maybe he was telling the truth in that sense. He didn’t want to share you.

He didn’t want you to hang out in the Ferrari garage. He didn’t want to see you flirting with Carlos. He didn’t want you spending your nights in hotels or air bnb’s away from him. He would never say that out loud, knowing how possessive it would sound. But what you didn’t know wouldn’t kill either of you.

“Hypothetically, I’d be able to kiss my girlfriend for more than twelve seconds,” Lando said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You pointed your fork at him, “You mean eleven?”

“Oh so you are counting the head kiss from last night?”

“Yes.”

He nodded with a sigh, “I understand.”

That’s how the rest of breakfast went, trading hypothetical questions that held a bit more truth to them than either of you were willing to admit. He finished eating before you did, but sat at the table and waited for you to finish. He laughed when he pointed out you had spinach stuck in your teeth, but he quickly stopped laughing when you threw half of your toast at him.

When your plate was empty, Lando grabbed it and made a comment about how he would do the cleaning, remember? You followed him to the kitchen and tried to help him with the dishes but he just playfully pushed you away. When you tried to remind him that he cleaned up after you made pizza that first night and it was only fair that you help this time, he pretended to be deaf.

Lando held out his arm to block you from grabbing the used pans and when you tried to step around him on the other side he just backed up and kept backing up until you were fully out of the kitchen.

“Sit down,” he demanded, trying to sound as stern as possible as he pointed at the couch.

And just because he was really cute when he tried to sound intimidating, you held your hands up in surrender and sat down on the couch. You watched him clean for a bit but then you spotted your phone on the coffee table, surprisingly not dead.

You answered Charles’ text asking how the wedding was and Arthur’s message asking for a life update because you had accidentally ignored the his last four calls. You texted him and promised that you’d call him later, not even annoyed that he was checking in on you so much. You were lucky to have such protective and caring brothers.

You didn’t let yourself think about how livid Charles would be if he knew where you were right now.

There was nothing on social media about you being spotted with Lando, so you were in the clear for the time being. But if you left the flat with him, surely people would find out.

“What are you doing today?” You asked, looking up from your phone screen to see him finishing up. He wiped his hands on his sweats and had to think about it for a second.

“Whatever you’re doing,” he landed on.

He walked to the back of the couch and leaned forward, dipping his head next to yours. You had to crane your neck to meet his gaze and you were momentarily caught off guard by the way the sunlight seeping through the window hit the side of his face, more specifically showcasing the stunning array of colours in his eyes.

“Tu as de beaux yeux,” you whispered before you could stop yourself. Lando gave you a look of confusion before you realised that you had complimented him in French. Maybe that was for the better. If you had complimented him in a language he understood, he’d hold it against you forever.

But it was true. He had beautiful eyes.

“What did you just say?” Lando asked quietly.

“I said you smell like eggs.”

Lando rolled his eyes and tugged on your hair, knowing that you were not only lying, but trying to be annoying as well.

“I have a proposition for you,” he then said, clasping his fingers together over the back of the couch. “We can do whatever you want today, if you let me plan what we do tomorrow.”

“What makes you think I want to hang out with you tomorrow?”

“Hypothetically, my girlfriend should always want to hang out with me.”

Your eyes widened for a second at the mock arrogance as you turned back to your phone, “Someone’s a little full of themselves today, hey?”

Lando snatched your phone out of your hands and tossed it onto the loveseat, ensuring he’d have your full attention as he jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to you. You expected some banter to follow after that comment, but when you met his eyes you could see a deep weight of concern in them.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line last night,” Lando said quietly.

“By kissing my head?” You asked and Lando nodded. He was so sweet. You reached forward and rested your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I like to think your intentions were good.”

Of course they were. He made sure you had changed out of your dress and washed your face before crawling into bed. He got you a glass of water. You still couldn’t get over the fact that he picked you up from the wedding in the first place.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you told him. It was genuine appreciation. Usually you were on your own. Sometimes if you were with Charles or Arthur during a night out, they’d walk you to your room but they’d make a joke about how you were an idiot for drinking so much. They wouldn’t stay longer than they needed to.

“I like taking care of you.”

You rolled your eyes, covering half of your face with your hand as you rested your elbow on the back of the couch, “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

Because then you’d really start to like him. Because then you’d rethink your no dating drivers rule. Because then all of these hypotheticals would turn into the real thing. It was bad enough that he already made you feel uncharacteristically giddy in his presence and that he had a calming aura that pulled you to him when it was just the two of you alone.

You pulled your eyes from his and inhaled a deep breath, reaching for the remote to turn the tv on, “You just can’t.”

Lando couldn’t say things like that because what started as meaningless flirting was now starting to sound real. He was only supposed to work his way up your driver standings, not work his way into your life, your thoughts, your heart. He had to tone it down before it got any worse.

But deep down, you feared it might already be too late.

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Waking up to the darkness of my room only illuminated by my phone’s alarm going off for the second time. All I can think about is how good of a time my friends and I had on our last night in Mexico. Stretching my whole body out like a starfish and rubbing my eyes at the crust that filled them in the night, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to wake up early. But being in this job for a couple of years now I quickly get ready while barely opening my eyes but I do make sure my hair isn’t looking fluffed out. When I get there my fellow flight attendant is waiting by the British Airways check-in counter.

“What a night, babe,” Kira says exaggerating her words with a slight dreaminess in her voice.

“Don’t I know it? I’m definitely coming back here for vacation.” She hands me one of the two coffees sitting on top of the counter. Let me tell you something, anyone who brings me a drink or snack is in my better books.

“Here’s your fuel for the day, four sugars, four milks just the way you like it.” The aroma of the drink invades my senses as she hands it to me and I take a small sip.

“You know me too well,” I say with a loopy smile savouring the smooth creaminess of one of my favourite drinks. We walk towards our gate catching up on last night's activities with the other members of the crew before flying back to London.

Even though Mexico was amazing I’m ready to be home, sleeping in my own bed. Typical flight things go on such as greeting the passengers, baggage load up and as the flight goes on taking naps because everyone was somewhat tired from last night. Finally, we start the landing procedures and all the passengers load out, one little more slowly than the rest.

He comes up to me and asks me, “do you watch F1?” Confused by the randomness of the question by this handsome stranger I laugh heartily and respond with, “is that some new pickup line people are using now?”

“Nah, it’s not like,” he scratches the back of his head and continues with, “I’m sorry for being weird but I was wondering if I could take a picture of you and maybe any other flight attendants?”

“Now what a strange request from a complete stranger.” Realizing his honestly, strange request to a stranger, even though she is stunning still might be weird. But he wants a funny picture for the fans and maybe a little for himself.

“Remember how I mentioned F1, I happen to be a driver…for McLaren actually,” he reaches his hand out to shake mine. “The name’s Lando Norris.”

Lando Norris, the perfect name for this now-named stranger. Just repeating the name in my head and shaking his hand gives me butterflies in my stomach. “I’m y/n,” I turn on my heel to gesture to the woman behind me, “and this is Kira.”

Grinning widely, Lando now can put a name to this beautiful woman. “So now that we’re not strangers, how about a picture? It’s for my spam account, I try to post daily and I think you’re what I need-.” His eyes widen, realizing what he just said and quickly tries to recover from what would seem like flirting.

“What the fans need, I mean”

Slightly smirking at him I say, “I’m down.” Then looking towards Kira to see if she wants to as well.

“I’m not trying to get a hit on my record, you do you babes. ” I didn’t even think about what might happen if our boss found out what happened. But honestly, I don’t think it’d be bad and who even says that British Airways would actually see this?

“Besides you’re the one who’s needed,” right after she walks away probably to gather her stuff.

I look back to Lando and instantly knowing how I should pose for this. If this guy is really an F1 driver then he’s probably got tons of fans so if I’m doing this then I want to look good, maybe more for his sake.

“Okay then, I’m gonna need some help with what I’m trying to do.”

So Lando and I walk several rows down to what I and the crew thinks is the strongest overhead baggage holder. I gesture for Lando to crouch down and help spring me up so I can climb inside. Afterwards, settling into a comfortable position and smiling down at him I ask, “so how do I look?”

“Beautiful,” and you could tell by the glimmer in his eye that he meant it and wasn’t embarrassed.

I don’t take less than a beat to respond with, “just promise me, you’ll actually post this”

“With the effort we just put in I will. Just let me just get your insta after.”

Later that night when I got to my apartment I get several pings signifying my phone connecting to wifi. I drop my bags onto the floor as I plop down on the couch with an exhausting huff. Unlocking my phone I see a new follow from lando.jpg, smiling softly I follow him back and a few minutes later I see his new post.

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Just as I closed my phone I get another ping from Instagram; seeing it was a dm from Lando I get intrigued as he already responded to my comment. I open it to read:

You seemed really cool not to mention gorgeous, so I was wondering if you’re free this week for dinner?

Smiling hard at my phone I send back, “How’s Friday sound?”

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“I swear, if I get asked one more time if I'm a snob, I'm going to take a vow of silence." Sydney said on the phone to her mum. They were in Spain, but her parents usually only came to the French GP because they had to work. They weren’t exactly middle class, she was a woman in F1 after all, that doesn’t come cheap, but they hadn’t reached the level of wealth where you can stop working in a regular 9 to 5 format.

“No, mum, it's not every question, but it's at least 1 out of 10, and the way they ask it is so irritating.”

“I know, I know - no, mum, I promise.”

“Yeah, mum, yeah, okay, see you.” Sydney hung up the phone and felt eyes on her, but when she turned around all she saw was the orange and white of the McLaren team in the paddock. She must’ve been paranoid. While the response online had essentially calmed to nothing, it was as if the apathy of the fans sparked some kind of craze in the media, and now she was getting asked several times a day if she hated speaking English or if she would prefer to only do French interviews and everything else ridiculous in that vein. She could smile and laugh it off, and everyone was treating it as a funny little joke, but it was still getting under her skin. She was overly conscious of speaking to her parents on the phone, and if she hadn’t been super social before she was essentially a mute now. It was enough that she had to speak English all day every day for her job, but to feel bad when she let herself speak French around Pierre was another level of exhaustion that could only be felt by having to semi-translate every single thing you say.

“Sydney, oh, good, I was just about to call you in, we’re gonna film a little video for the youtube channel.” Daisy said, poking her head through the doorway. Sydney smiled; as cheesy as they were, she did love a good youtube challenge. It fulfilled her ten year old self’s dreams of becoming a vlogger.

“What are we doing today?”

“Playing guess who.” Daisy said, smiling. She knew that Sydney much preferred games to interview type videos.

“Pierre, you ready to lose?" Sydney said as she walked over to some chairs next to a big window with a table, the guess who already set up in the middle.

“You really don't listen, huh? No. French.” He said, grinning. Sydney rolled her eyes but did make a mental note to try not to slip into it.

“I think that I will manage.” She said. Daisy came over to fix them up a little bit, and Sydney giggled at Pierre as he got his fringe fluffed around and wore a zoned out expression. He just smiled at her after Daisy left to behind the camera, and they shuffled around in their seats to get comfortable before the camera switched on.

“So, the rules are that you’ll pick a card, and then you each have to ask yes or no questions to guess who the other person has on their card. There’s a mix of formula 1 and general celebrities that you could get.” Daisy explained, more for the structure of the video than for their knowledge.

“Okay, ladies first.” Pierre said, and Sydney picked up her card. It was Lando Norris, and she felt the cameras pan in on the card behind her. Pierre picked up his card and smiled. Sydney was about to speak, and had to stop herself from starting in French.

“What are you making that face for, huh?” She said, and he just grinned wider.

“That isn’t a yes or no question.” He laughed.

“Okay, Syd you start.” Daisy said, trying to stop them from just chatting normally.

“Okay, Pierre.” She said faux seriously.

“Yes.” He replied in the same manner.

“Are they male?”

“Yes.” He answered, and she flipped down about a third of the tiles. Not bad for a first go.

“Sydney.”

“Ou-es.” He gave her a knowing smile at her near slip up, and she widened her eyes in warning.

“Is your person...female?” She threw her arms up lightly and rolled her eyes.

“That is cheating, you stole my question.”

“Yes or no only, remember.” He grinned.

“Okay, fine. No.” Pierre flipped down the exact same tiles and looked up expectantly through his blonde fringe. Luckily Daisy hadn’t made them wear caps for this.

“Is your person,” She scanned the possible options, “a pilot?”

“Pilot?” He said, grinning.

“Driver, driver, I mean driver.” She said, laughing but still a little bit embarrassed.

“No.” She flipped down another chunk of tiles.

“You cannot steal that question, otherwise you will make this too boring.” She said pointing a finger in warning, and he held up his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay, is your person, euh, young?”

“What is young? That is not a yes or no question Pierre, play the game properly.” Sydney said, still with her mock serious tone.

“Um, below 30.” He said.

“Okay, euh, no.” He flipped down lots of tiles.

“No, wait,” she interjected. “Yes, he is, he is under 30.” Pierre groaned jokingly and hung his head back, exposing his adam's apple.

“Syd, play the game properly.” They both smiled as he went through a few of his tiles. “If you win, I won’t accept it. 5 second time penalty.” She laughed.

“My question, is your person a sports person?”

“Yes.” She looked at her tiles and realised that she only had sports players left anyway.

“Okay, well, I did not think about that question and I only have sports players so there is your penalty.”

“I’m going to ask a controversial question.” Pierre said.

“It has to be yes or no though.”

“Yes, yes I know. Is your person, euh, attractive?” Sydney laughed and looked at Pierre questioningly.

“Like, to everyone or to me especially?” He smiled even wider.

“Whichever one. But you can’t try and trick me.”

“Okay, okay, um,” she observed the photo of Lando. He wasn’t bad looking. “Yes, yes he is attractive.” Pierre whistled and Sydney laughed again. “You asked me, I don’t want to say no and offend people.”

“But now if I put down tiles I am calling people ugly.” Pierre said incredulously.

“Well maybe if you were playing properly it would not be an issue.” Sydney had basically forgotten about the cameras, and tried to get them back on track. “My turn, is your person tall?” Pierre laughed again. “What? What’s wrong with that one?”

“Nothing, nothing, euh, I don’t know, can I google?” He looked over at Daisy and she nodded. He typed a few things into his phone and nodded. “Yes, he is tall.” Sydney flipped down a few people she didn’t think were that tall, and had 4 people left. She was definitely winning.

“Are you going to ask another, euh, controversial question?” She laughed.

“No, no, look at this, I need to catch up. Euhm.” He put his elbow on his knee and his hand on his palm. “Is your person British?”

“Yes.” She said confidently.

“Are you sure?” He joked and she pursed her lips. “Okay, okay.” He flipped a few more tiles down and they were pretty much even.

“Is your person from,” she looked over her tiles. Tom Brady, Federer, Djokovic, and Ronaldo. She decided just to take a guess. “Euh, I don’t know if it’s the same in English.” Pierre gave her a look but Daisy nodded her head. “Serbie?” Pierre sat back in his chair again.

“What, was I right?” She grinned, and he nodded his head. “Is it Djokovic?” He nodded again.

“I cannot believe this, you definitely cheated.”

“I am just a natural. Anyway, I am learning, what is Serbie in English?” Pierre laughed as he flipped all his tiles up again.

“Serbia, it is almost exactly the same.”

“Oh.” She laughed, but felt embarrassed again. They played a few more games before Daisy was satisfied with the footage and let them relax for a few minutes before their track walks.

“I forgot to ask,” Pierre started, running a hand through his hair. "Who was the attractive person?" Sydney blushed.

“Lando.”

“Ooooh.” Pierre started.

“I couldn't say that he's ugly, I had no other choice.” Sydney replied, getting defensive.

“Okay, okay, whatever.” He said with his hands up.

"Why did you ask me anyway?”

“Eh, it's funny, no?” Sydney hit him on the arm as their respective race engineers called them away to do their walks.

“Bye.” He sang as he departed first. Sydney looked over to see Daisy smiling at her before quickly snapping down to her phone.

“What? Why are you looking like that?” Sydney interrogated.

“No reason, anyway, you’re being beckoned.” Daisy said, gesturing to her race engineer, still trying to suppress a smile.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“Not much, I absolutely destroyed Pierre at that game though.” Sydney replied, knowing Pierre was still in earshot. He turned around to glare at her, but didn’t make any reply.

“Naturally.” Her engineer laughed, and they made their way onto the track. The hour or so allowed her to get fully into her favourite mode, where all she could think about was racing. It was abruptly punctured when she reentered the paddock and was steered away by Daisy. Apparently they were already running late for more press. She spotted Pierre already sitting on a stool, chatting to the Ziggo interviewer. She sped walked over and sat down, flashing them both her media smile and shaking hands with the interviewer.

“Hello Pierre, Sydney, it is wonderful to be here today speaking with you. You two have developed quite the friendship, but am I right in thinking that you didn’t really get along before this year?” The pair laughed, and Sydney looked at Pierre to answer.

“No, I wouldn’t say that. We were never really in karting at the same time, and I just don’t think we really spoke properly before Sydney entered the team, but we are definitely good friends now.”

“And Sydney, is it helpful to get along with your teammate so well in your first year in F1?” Her smile was still on her face, good.

“Yeah, I really got lucky to have Pierre as a teammate, I was a little bit stressed out that we wouldn’t get along but from the first day we have had a lot of fun spending time together.”

“And the French thing probably helps, right?” The interviewer chuckled, and so did the pair of them, although Sydney felt her shoulders sag at the direction of the conversation.

“Yes, it’s nice to have someone to speak casually with in your first language, you don’t have to think as much, you know.” Pierre answered, delaying the inevitable.

“But Sydney, it’s become a bit of a rumour that you hate speaking English, would you say that’s why you and Pierre get along so well?” She restrained herself from rolling her eyes, and felt Daisy’s prepared answers tugging at her lips but decided to ignore them.

“I honestly do not know how that thing became, euh, something that everyone asks me about, I am not amazing at English, sure, but I don’t mind speaking it. It is just that when I cannot understand things it is a bit embarrassing for me, you know? But no, I do not mind to speak English, and obviously I feel more, euh, fluent in French but if that was all I liked about Pierre I would just hang out with Esteban or Charles.” They all laughed, and she was glad she hadn’t made things tense by being too confrontational. Surprisingly, that was their only interview for the day, and once it got wrapped up they could head back to the offices.

“I feel bad that you get all those questions about hating English. It's annoying for me and they're not even my questions.” Pierre huffed as they walked back.

“It's not that bad, I'm just tired of them, you know?” Pierre nodded and they progressed in silence.

“I don't wanna speak English with you, cos that would be so weird,” they both laughed, “but, pff, I don't know” Sydney sighed. “I dunno what to do.”

“Mm, I don't know either.” He said, shrugging, and Sydney pushed him to try and make him stop looking so serious.

“You're so helpful.” She said sarcastically.

"Anytime.” He grinned.

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Motorsport’s big stars turned to esports for their action this past weekend • Eurogamer.net

With the majority of real-life sport cancelled in the midst of the coronavirus pandemic, virtual sports are admirably stepping up to the plate. We’ve already noted how football teams are looking to fill the void – and the motorsport world did an impressive job of putting on a show for fans left without any real racing to watch.

F1’s season-opening Australian GP was cancelled, as was the Indycar curtain-raiser at St Petersburg, but top talent showed up at a number of virtual races held in their place. The Race and Torque Esports put on a show that managed to become the most-watched esports event yesterday, with the likes of Max Verstappen, Simon Pagenaud, Felix Rosenqvist and Neel Jani getting together for a series of rFactor 2 races.

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Elsewhere McLaren star Lando Norris took part in Jean Eric-Vergne’s NotTheAusGP (alongside, bizarrely, Real Madrid goalkeeper Thibaut Courtois) – although seeing how Norris fluffed the formation lap, you might not have known he’s already got an impressive debut F1 season under his belt.

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— Jean-Eric Vergne (@JeanEricVergne) March 16, 2020

Given how real racing isn’t set to resume for some time, the virtual exploits are going to continue for the next few weekends – providing a welcome spectacle for fans cooped up at home.

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Chapter Twenty-One - Run Away, Baby

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

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"We can't stay in the cabin," Carlos said to Oscar.

Both men were still awake, sitting in the kitchen while Y/N had a nap. They had a drink of whisky between them, one Carlos had bought on his last trip into the town. "I won't have my baby born in the safehouse."

Oscar took a sip of his drink. "Are you gonna go back to the house?" He asked him.

But Carlos himself didn't know. As much as he didn't want to go back to their unsafe house, there wasn't anywhere else. Getting another house was too high profile; the easiest option had to be tightening security.

Two rows of gates, higher fences, security cameras at every turn. Carlos would do anything to keep his wife safe. Retina scans at every entrance and doors to thick to be penetrated by bullets.

Carlos grabbed the carton of cigarettes from his pocket. He took one out and placed it between his lips, offering the carton to Oscar. But Oscar shook his head, refusing. "Suit yourself," Carlos muttered and stood up.

He kept the cigarette between his lips, playing with his lighter as he walked through the cabin. He couldn't dare light it inside, not with his pregnant wife laying on the bed.

So, as he walked past her, Carlos pulled his cigarette from between his lips and kissed her on the forehead. She brushed her hair out of her face and left her to it, walking outside to smoke his cigarette.

Carlos had never imagined his life going this way. He hadn't imagined finding love through an arranged marriage. He hadn't imagined his father dying and having to run to the safe house. And, he hadn't imagined having to consider his child being born in said safe house.

Leaning against the wall of the safe house, Carlos held his lighter to the end of his cigarette and lit it. He shuddered as he drew in that first breath.

It wasn't often that Carlos smoked more than one cigarette in a single sitting. But today was different. Today he smoked two cigarettes. Before the second cigarette, Carlos sat on the floor, his back against the cabin.

His hands shook as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips.

There was a knock against the cabin wall. Carlos looked up and immediately stubbed out his cigarette. Sitting beside him, Y/N kept her nose covered by her sweater and leaned against him. "You okay?" She asked, her head on his shoulder.

Carlos nodded and kissed the top of her head. But Y/N kept looking at him, and Carlos realised their was no point in hiding anything from her. They were going through it together, after all.

"Just stressed, mi querida," he said, pulling his lighter from his pocket to play with.

She reached up and fixed his hair. "What's stressing you out?" She asked, letting out a little yawn.

Carlos let out a breath, holding the lighter open as the flame danced. He told her all of his stress, all of his worries. She held him as he spoke, listening to every single word.

When he was done, Carlos let out a shuddering breath. She stroked through his hair, fluffing it out. "No matter where our baby is born, I'll be happy. I know you'll get us somewhere safe in the end."

They sat out there for just a moment longer, leaning against each other. Carlos grabbed a gentle hold of her chin, turning her towards him. He pressed his lips against hers, eyes shutting as his tongue danced into her mouth.

She turned towards him, deepening everything. Her hands settled on his cheeks, her own eyes shut as she sucked on his tongue. "Ay dios mío," Carlos whispered against her lips. "I've missed you so much," He said, hands settling on her waist and he pushed her to the ground, his body over hers.

"Carlos, we can't," she whispered, her expression full of guilt as she gently pushed him away. "Oscar's inside."

Sitting back up, Carlos let his expression fall. "I need to get you back to the house," He said as he helped her to her feet. "I just want to ravage you."

She let out a giggle as Carlos wrapped her arms around her and walked her back into the safe house. His arm around her was strong, comforting as he took her back inside.

But, when they got inside, something was very, very wrong.

Oscar stood in the doorway to the kitchen, Carlos's gun in his hands. He held his fingers to his lips as Carlos pushed the front door shut.

"What on earth are you doing?" Y/N exclaimed.

But suddenly Carlos was behind her, his hand covering her mouth. "He's right, mi amor," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling. "There's movement on the treeline." Carlos looked towards Oscar. "Do you think you can distract them while I get her out of here?"

Oscar nodded his head. "Make sure you get her somewhere safe," he said.

Carlos held onto Y/N as he led her into the kitchen. He gave Oscar a nod and the Australian opened the door, pointing the gun towards the trees as he took off, shooting.

"OS-" Y/N cried as soon as she heard the shooting. But, before she could say anything else, Carlos had covered her mouth with his hand.

"Baby, please!" He hissed and gently pulled away. She swallowed the lump in her throat as Carlos pulled open the window in the kitchen. "I need you to run as fast as you can to the car."

"Where're we going?" She asked as Carlos helped her to climb out of the window.

"Just run," Carlos said and climbed through the window himself.

The two of them ran towards the car. Carlos tried his best to shield his wife's body as he ran. Moving while trying to press the button on the car keys were incredibly difficult, Carlos realised as he tried to unlock the car.

But they managed to get the doors open and, before they knew it, they were driving away. "What about Oscar?" Y/N cried as Carlos drove like he was on a race track.

"He'll be fine. He's been trained for stuff like this," Carlos answered as they drove through the woods, heading back to the main road.

Y/N let out a breath, holding her hand against her chest, listening to the thudding of her heart. Everything in the safe house had been peaceful. It wasn't an ideal home, but it was peaceful. It was the kind of place where she could see herself loving Carlos.

But now they were leaving. They were leaving and Y/N was suddenly afraid that the old, cruel Carlos would return.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, somewhat meekly. For just a moment she was sick of pretending to be stronger than she was, and she let herself feel vulnerable.

Carlos sucked in a breath, keeping his attention on the roads ahead. With the way he was driving, there was no way anybody would have been able to follow them.

"Verstappen and his son have managed to fortify their house," he said, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I'm going to get you there, and then I'm going to take care of things here," he said.

"You're gonna leave me?"

"You'll be in good hands," he said quickly.

She blinked, slowly. Blinking back tears. "I'm so fucking scared," she whispered, leaning her head against the window.

If it was possible, Carlos would have ditched the car as soon as he got to the airport. But it wasn't that easy. He parked as close as he could and held onto Y/N as they walked through the doors of the airport.

Carlos got them moving through the airport as quickly as he could. He bought them tickets on the next flight to the Netherlands and moved her through the airport as quickly as he could.

As soon as they were sat at the gate, Carlos made arrangements for the car to be picked up. He didn't tell Verstappen that they were coming, couldn't risk sending that message. He could have gotten somebody, one of Verstappens men to pick them up, but it wasn't worth the risk. Carlos was just going to have to rent one once they landed.

Carlos had never been on a commercial flight before. He couldn't help but fidget as he sat beside Y/N, full of anxiety. He felt naked and anxious now that he didn't know the apartment. Their lives were in a strangers hands.

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Oscar ran through the trees, guns blazing (literally).

He was a damn good shot, doing what seemed to be shooting blindly but actually taking out two of the three assailants.

There was just one left. This one was much harder to spot and Oscar had to take a second to look around. He pressed his back against a tree, chest rapidly rising as he looked back towards the safe house.

If he could see Y/N and Carlos running towards the the car, so could the assailant. Oscar had to take him out now.

He kept his gun in front of him as he looked around the tree. Movement, any sign of movement and he would shoot. But then he heard the car start and the wheels screech as they managed to get away.

Good. Now Oscar would concentrate.

Oscar located the last assailant and took him out. Easily. It wasn't the first life he had taken and, in this line of work, it wouldn't be his last.

He stayed in the trees just a second more, trying to locate any more men with guns. When their didn't seem to be any, Oscar ran back to the cabin. He knew what he needed to do. Break Carlos's laptop and get the hell out of their.

Oscar threw open the door to the cabin with little regard. It wasn't like the Sainz family could use it as a safe house anymore. The door hit the wall it was attached to, splintering it.

He ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife.

It was a bit ridiculous when he thought about it, breaking a laptop with a knife. But Oscar didn't know what else to do. He plunged the knife into the laptop again and again, chipping away at the desk beneath it.

Oscar made sure the laptop was completely unusable before he took off, once again running through the woods, searching for sanctuary.

He had to find Alonso.

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