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lexxlouuu · 8 months

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How you get the Girl

Chapter 9: In her gamer Era

Warnings: Internet Trolls, cyberbullying

Earnhardt_Lily

Shoutout to my dad for helping me finally get the apartment set up fully. Including the many knick knacks and gaming equipment 😅 oh and your fur grandkids say thanks for all the snuggles too 🐈‍⬛

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User1: gamer Lily is back 😍

User2: new episode of Don’t Tell the Grid please 🥺 it’s been forever

landonorris: I didn’t know you played 🧐

lucejohnson: but where is the manga collection 😭

Earnhardt_Lily: @lucejohnson I literally just got the final box unpacked. All the manga are scattered around the bookshelf that dad put up. I’ll post when I have it all set up 🫣

Earnhardt_Lily: landonorris the real question is do you play 🧐 and if so what?

landonorris: @Earnhardt_Lily of course I play…

Earnhardt_Lily

Giving the people what they didn’t ask for more non racing content and a real look at my obsession with manga that has me in a chokehold 😅

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User1: The infamous manga collection 😍

User2: okay but shouldn’t you be practicing for your next race ….

User3: @User2 Drivers don’t have to be focusing on driving 24/7 . The next race isn’t even until next weekend 🙄

Turning my notifications for Instagram off I press the button on the side of the phone and lock it before setting it down next to me. Grabbing the last box remaining in the living room I drag it closer to me and open it up. It was a late move in present from my dad and step-mom. Inside it was filled with various manga that I had been eyeing for awhile, a photo album that I would definitely be looking through later, my beloved nascar blanket that I had forgotten in the move, an assortment of fuzzy socks, and a replica of my Red Bull car. Grabbing the box containing the replica car, I gently open the box and take the car out. Dad and I had this tradition that started after seeing Addie’s collection of her cars. Every year she would have a replica mini car made to display in her living room. When I got into Indy Car dad surprised me with my own miniature replica car and since then we’ve kept the tradition going. Walking over to the shelves filled with trophies, various helmets from the past, and lastly the 5 Indy car miniatures I put the mini Red Bull next to the 2022 Penske. Picking up my phone to see if Addie or Luce text back to my earlier text about when a good time to record the next episode of Don’t tell the Grid was for them I am surprised to see instead of a response from either and a dm request from someone on Instagram. Thinking it was probably a random fan or person I didn’t think much of it and was ready to delete the request when I saw that it was from Lando.

Lando: hey, super weird to message you this way but I don’t have your number and thought it would be weirder if I got it from Max 😅

Lily: ummm hi. Thank you for not doing that. What’s up ?

Lando: I saw that you played and wondered if you would want to stream sometime? It doesn’t have to be like broadcasted or anything. Just like online gaming or something🫣

Lily: uhh yeah that would be cool. I’m not a big fan of the f1 games. I’m horrible at them. I’d be down for like elder scrolls online or like we could play the same game and just talk via headphones 😅 I’ve been on a Witcher 3 kick and Fallout

Lando: I’d be down for that. What’s your number?I’ll send you my gamer tag and invite you

Lily: xxx-xxx-xxxx

End of Direct Messaging

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illicitlimerence-writes · 2 years

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ring pop | l. norris

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader word count: 2k words prompt: letter i: invitation. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language,time jumps. a/n: day nine! i accidentally deleted the first draft of this so i had to try my best to remember as much as i could.

my masterlist/ christmas alphabet masterlist

@(y/n)(y/l/n) started following you.

the young brit's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the notification on his phone. he'd been proclaiming his undying love and infatuation for the singer since his twitch chat asked him if he met her the first time she attended an f1 race.

he didn't get to meet her that weekend, and everyone had to deal with an extremely annoyed and pouty lando for the next few weeks.

the media loved to bring that subject up every chance they could, asking him if he'd already slid into her dms and asking her if she'd ever accept going out with him.

the game going on in the stream became noise in the background as lando stared at his phone. the people watching the stream noticed, of course, how lando's character kept dying each time the game restarted because he wasn't paying attention to it.

he took a screenshot of the notification, sending it to max. he made up some excuse and let his friends and the rest of the stream know he had to go.

he was looking at her profile, scrolling through the pictures, he'd already liked and left a comment with a white heart on all of them. he decided to post the screenshot he took to instagram.

'i've got the ring ready, guys.' he captioned the photo and posted it to his stories, tagging her.

a few weeks later, she was getting ready to go on 'the tonight show' to promote her one-night-only christmas concert in new york. she glanced at her phone, opening instagram and clicking on the message icon. she couldn't help but sigh, she thought she'd gotten a message by now, but nothing from the young mclaren driver.

a knock on the dressing room door let her know it was time to go do the interview. backstage, her makeup artist touched up the shine on her nose as she heard the host introducing her, she was described as the best new artist of the generation.

it felt surreal, to think about how much her life had changed in the past year and a half, one day she was uploading her covers or her own music on social media, then her songs went viral. and everything turned upside down, for the better.

"so, (y/n), i wanted to ask you... when you were here a couple of months ago we, we talked about your love of formula one," jimmy said and she nodded, a small knot in her stomach forming as she already knew where this was going. "we also talked about a certain driver's very vocal uh- how do i say this... love? crush on you," the host said as a small smile appeared on her face.

"yep, mr. norris," she nodded as a picture of lando appeared in the tiny screen in front of her that showed what the audience were seeing. "there he is," she laughed.

"glad we're on the same page here. now, last time you were here we knew that lando followed you on social media, and you didn't," he continued, she nodded along to what he was saying. "but that changed a couple of days ago, didn't it?" he finished, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.

"i don't know, you tell me," she laughed. "you seem to be pretty well informed about everything," she joked, looking at the audience as they laughed as well. "but to answer your question, yes, i realized that i followed almost every driver on the grid except him, so i decided to change that." she explained, straightening the skirt of the dress she wore to avoid letting her anxiety show. "simple as that," she finished.

"is it, though?" jimmy asked. "we noticed he posted a photo with the text, uh, that read 'got the ring ready'." the audience roared and clapped as you watched the story that made your heart leap out of your chest. "any updates on that? your finger looks pretty empty there," he smiled as you both looked down at your hand. you lifted it up to the cameras with a smile.

"it does, doesn't it?" you grinned. "no, i'm kidding, i'm joking. honestly i haven't met him yet, but i think he seems really funny and down to earth, and that's not something that you find a lot these days, you know? especially with being in the public eye a lot," she said as screenshots of tweets where they each talked about the other, but never actually interacted, were shown on the screen.

lando took a selfie. the picture showed a smiling lando, holding a red ring pop as the tv next to him showed a paused frame of (y/n) showing her left hand and smiling. this time, he posted the photo to his timeline instead of his stories, with the caption:

'@(y/n)(y/l/n) i didn't know what flavor you liked... hopefully cherry's okay!' @(y/n)(y/l/n) commented: it's perfect.

on december 20th, (y/n) had finally had enough. her concert was in just three days and since she followed lando on social media, she waited for him to send her a message, then she'd invite him to her concert. but that never happened. no bigger interaction other than a mentioned in a tweet or story, and that frustrated her.

pulling up her big girl pants, she grabbed her phone and after minutes of typing and about five discarded drafts, she sent her message.

'hey! i know the holidays are right around the corner, but i'm having a concert in new york on the 23rd and i want to know if u wanted to come.'

lando stared at his phone, eyes and mouth wide open. he was thankful that he was alone and no one could see him like that, smiling like an idiot as he read over and over again the words she sent his way.

she watched the bubbles appear and disappear about a dozen times, her heartbeat raced each time he began typing a message only to delete it all and begin again seconds later.

'it's fine if u don't want to! it's so soon and i totally get if u already have plans or something.'

she put her phone on do not disturb and went to sleep. meanwhile, lando was in the car with carlos on their way to the golf course, debating with him on what to answer.

"just tell her you want to go! and the sooner you do it the faster you can get her number and ask her out," the older man said as he parked the car.

"i can't just tell her that, i'll look desperate!" lando got out of the car and grabbed his bag with the golf clubs. carlos looked at him with a serious expression.

"have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?" he asked as lando rolled his eyes, his phone screen was on, with the chat with her opened.

"shut up. i have to reply soon and tell her i do want to go before she thinks i'm not interested in her. i just don't know how to." he scrunched his nose.

he moved his thumb, that was resting on top of the screen, and felt a small vibration as he moved. he panicked instantly, looking at the message he accidentally sent.

"shit, shit, shit," he muttered as he realized he'd accidentally recorded his conversation and sent it as a message to her.

"what?" carlos asked as lando pressed play. they both listener to their previous conversation, an amused smile on carlos' face. "oh, you fucked up," he laughed as he left his friend in the middle of a crisis.

"i'm so sorry you heard that, i promise i didn't mean to send it, it was an accident. oh, my god, and i'm sorry i didn't answer sooner... time difference, you know?" lando recorded another message, cursing himself. "but to answer your question, i... i would love to go, honestly. i- i was actually looking for tickets but they were all sold out," he chuckled. "so, yes. my answer is yes. i'll see you in new york,"

to say she felt nervous would be the understatement of the year. she loved performing, even more, doing so in front of hundreds of people who were all there to see her. it was something so out of this world, to have people willing to spend a night so close to the holidays away from their families, or sometimes make her a part of their holidays by going to her concert with the rest of their families.

but the butterflies in her stomach were for a different reason. for one person in particular. a young brit that was waiting for her backstage. lando kept his hands inside of his jacket pockets, his fingers played together as he waited expectantly.

she opened her dressing room door a bit, startling the mclaren driver. their eyes met, shy smiles on their faces. it was their first time really getting to know each other in person, after countless interactions online.

"h-hi," lando said, feeling his chest tightening. there she was.

"hey, it's great to finally meet you," she answered, feeling the familiar butterflies she felt whenever they spoke. there he was.

"you look beautiful," he looked down at her silver dress, it had sparkly sequins and small encrusted crystals.

"thanks, i've still got to do my hair, but," she shrugged.

"oh, then i'll be going now, don't want to waste your time," he said as he straightened his back and got ready to go to his seat, but she shook her head.

"no, please. why don't you stay while i finish getting ready? we can talk, we've had many online interactions but maybe we can get to know each other a bit more," she bit her lip, her eyes flying down to his lips as she noticed he was smiling again.

there was undeniable chemistry, tension. she could not stop glancing his way as the music played. the night slipped by as she sang her own original songs and covers of classic christmas tunes in front of the most amazing crowd. as she finished one song, her piano was being lifted behind her. she smiled to the crowd as she sat in front of the piano, playing the intro of 'last christmas'.

it was a sad, but hopeful song, about heartbreak and choosing the right person to love. and as she sang about giving her heart to someone special, her eyes fluttered to him. to lando, as he sat with his hands in his pockets, his fingers around the small plastic package.

the sight of her leaning over the piano, back slightly hunched so she could reach the microphone, the lights reflecting the crystals on her dress, making it look like she was shining from the inside out, what a heavenly sight.

she was scooped away for pictures and interviews after the concert, not giving her a chance to speak to lando as a lot of other people demanded her attention at that moment. she saw him waving, saying goodbye. she couldn't even wave back before someone grabbed her hand and led her somewhere else.

she stepped out of the shower with a bathrobe around her body. she was drying her face when she heard a knock on her hotel room door. she frowned, she wasn't expecting any visits, and no one from her team had messaged her.

carefully, she opened the door a tiny bit, peeking her head through the small gap. her heart stopped, she opened the door wide.

"what are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she bit her lip to prevent her from smiling.

"i have something for you," lando said as he leaned against the wall behind him, she copied him, leaning against the door frame.

"what is it?" she raised an eyebrow. a part of her couldn't believe that he was actually there, at her hotel. she'd thought that the moment the concert ended he'd taken a plane home. she liked that she was wrong.

"you said you liked cherry, so," he smirked as he pulled out a package with a cherry-flavored ring pop inside. she hid her face in her hands, laughing with him.

"i also said it was perfect," she reminded him. "it's late, you shouldn't be out this time of the night," she bit her lip.

"is that an invitation to stay the night?" he asked.

"come in and find out."

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parcoeurs · 3 years

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Extremely fascinated by your wag AU tag 👀.

thanks bestie so am i.

okay lmao so this isn't an actual fic that'll ever be written but. i was talking to my friend about it who still hasn't finished dts season 3 unfortunately but it means that i've switched around ages and years etc. i promise this has the potential to be a fun and sexy time but there's just s o much background shit that needs to be discussed. tw for mentions of irl deaths etc:

but pierre & charles meeting when they're 5-6 (which is what i think charles actually says irl but someone said it might've been closer to when they were 10-11? regardless.) and charles' dad passes away when they're 9-10, and jules when they're 13-14 and charles quits racing then. (fyi i know that irl jules passed away first)

he thinks about quitting when his dad passes away but keeps going with help from jules. so when the accident etc happens, it's not even like an active decision he ponders. he just knows there's no way he'll race again.

and pierre's been with him throughout everything, his best friend who he can talk to when he can't bear looking at his own family. so he doesn't understand when pierre tells him he's going to keep racing. when charles had told him he was never going to get into a kart ever again, pierre had nodded, grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. important to note that they're barely teenagers rn so yes charles feels betrayed that pierre isn't feeling the same things he is and isn't choosing the same future for himself etc.

they have a huge fight, lots of crying, lots of dramatic teenage angst. but it ultimately ends with charles shutting pierre out of his life. which is easier said than done when it's your best friend whose family is super close with yours. but it works because pierre is off racing around the world and charles has done all he can to never have to think about that stuff.

so charles goes to school, is doing uni somewhere in europe. studies something generic like business or maybe if i'm feeling suuuuper indulgent i will have him major in environmental studies like moi <3 pointedly does not come to monaco during grand prix weekend or the week before or the week after.

and then anthoine passes away too. (they're 20-21 now)

they see each other again at the funeral but don't talk, they meet up afterwards. pierre breaking down in charles' arms, clutching at his back, telling him he was right. pierre should've quit, he can't do this anymore either. they haven't said a word to each other in 7 years but charles still knows pierre, and knows that this isn't actually what pierre wants. or what he should do. (charles vaguely knows pierre's in f1 but doesn't know he's with redbull, doesn't know redbull's the top team etc)

"you can still do this, you will," charles tells him.

"not without you again."

so then comes the challenge of mending their relationship while still working through the shared trauma, and the Layers of past trauma. and also just the general awkwardness that comes with a friendship breakup/makeup situation you know! they can't just act like nothing happened but would it be easier that way?

they start texting first, then they play fifa or cod together. (sometimes pierre's british friend lewis joins too.)

slowly slowly slowly, they become friends again and then inseparable too. maybe even closer than they were before and charles only now realizes how much he missed pierre. while pierre still can't believe he has charles back now, it's as good as he let himself imagine.

the part i'm unsure about is if i would want pierre's career trajectory to be the same or not. because i think the demotion adds SUCH a painful but interesting aspect to his ~storyline. but ultimately i think maybe he just doesn't get the second seat immediately. spends more years with toro rosso/alpha tauri before getting "called up" (sorry i have no idea what the proper terminology is haha ignore the nba/nhl terms).

he invites charles to his first race in the red bull and charles says no. immediately. pierre's quiet on the other side of the phone, internally thinking he messed this up somehow. he thought things were going well and he takes this as charles doesn't want to see him. but he knows there's a lot more that's stopping charles and he also knows charles will definitely pull back if pierre asks about the other stuff. so he moves right along, asking charles about school, the weather, and tries not to let it show in his voice that he misses his best friend and needs him too.

"i'm going to try to watch," charles says, after pierre's yawned goodnight through the phone and is waiting for him to hang up. because you know pierre's not going to hang up first.

"what?"

"the race. i'm going to try. goodnight!" mentally charles slams the phone shut but really he just smashes at the red button before shoving it under his bed and looking at his hands trying to get answers for what he just did.

his only relief is that he didn't promise pierre he would watch, just that he would try. couldn't even choke out a, "good luck." (insert long paragraph about charles letting pierre down or thinking he has).

he only watches qualifying. pierre p3. already knows on saturday that there's no way he can watch the actual race.

but on sunday when he's supposed to be going over his notes for his climate change science & policy course (yes.... i did it...) he finds himself with his heart in his mouth refreshing formula1 dot com. watches the random names move up and down while keeping his eyes on 10 - gasly. (starts shaking for a second when he sees pierre's name drop until the IN PIT sign comes up across his name. fellas the thing about triggers is-- anyways.)

the scariest part is that by the time he's scrolled through all of red bull's socials to look at pictures of pierre on the podium (he finished p2 sorry i know this truly does not matter), he's forgotten about the race. the anxiety sits small in the back of his throat, his happiness for pierre is bright and loud in front of him. charles sends him a message, asking him to call whenever he can and adds a blue & red heart emoji which feels like a Big Step. but basically pierre calls and acts like nothing has happened since the last time they talked. mentions the breakfast he had in detail as if he didn’t get a podium in his first race with red bull. finally with a big team. but charles embarrassingly realizes that maybe his text didn't exactly imply in literally any way whatsoever that he knows the results of the race and was trying to congratulate pierre with this call. charles probably feels so embarrassed at this point but somehow still can't manage to say anything about the race until the next day maybe.

maybe texts pierre, good job. or, you were great. or something about him and not the race. or maybe reposts a picture from red bull but not one of pierre in his car, pointedly. only one of him on the podium. and pierre probably reposts it with the squid emoji and/or my favourite sentence in the world, merci petit calamaro.

charles cries when he reads it.

not to be lazy now but [insert 10k words of them building their friendship. meeting up in monaco with both of their families. meeting in milan or london or paris idk where pierre would live. but he flies charles out. not on a private jet because charles flat out refused lol. not because he's an environmentally conscious king he's just too, embarrassed? overwhelmed? by pierre doing Things Like That for him. even though he wants it lol. like when he graduates he's soooo annoyed that pierre couldn't come celebrate immediately because it was race week. but when he comes home his apartment is filled with flowers (roses, his favourite) and balloons and a giant teddy bear as tall as charles. and he DOES post 12 instagram stories to go with the other 30 from his other friends congratulating him. so yeah charles goes through a lot of personal growth and therapy. to the point where he's watching pierre race again, and waiting for him to invite him to a race again!!! do not even think about actual dates i'm fucking begging you but the one he goes to is monza :))))]

ultimately charles' path to understand/accepting/moving on from, his trauma, happens once he has pierre back in his life. it's also encouraged by pierre, but it's also not entirely because of him. not sure how to word that but yeah. these things are happening at the same time but charles still has to go through them by himself.

pierre takes him on romantic dates all around the world and charles doesn't realize that's what they are. fully in his bestie vibes only mood while pining for pierre in a way he doesn't even quite understand. almost a self deprecating, jeez whoever gets to date pierre is going to be so lucky :/

fanpage on ig: met pierre's alleged bf he's so pretty and sweet, i complimented his shoes and he was so nice. charles reading that: i didnt know he was dating someone :( why wouldn't he tell me :( well at least someone complimented my shoes today :(

pierre doesn't necessarily think they're dating, but he does know charles doesn't quite realize what they're doing so he's just waiting for him to come to terms with it.

not to give this au 10 different subplots but yeah that miscommunication plot becomes our prize for surviving through the first part of this.

but yeah at the last race of the year, that pierre wins because i said so? charles finds him before he goes on to the podium, kisses his helmet. says i love you, i'm so proud of you.

THEN, finally, charles does become pierre's wag. we made it kids. we did it joe.

#rs #anonymous #asks #1016 #just checked this is 1.7k words i am so so so sorry

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