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IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

Handle Your Drink - LN

Request from @bucket-hat-lando - Can you do one based off Lando on kings day in Amsterdam yesterday and reader kinda let’s him get drunk off his ass but also looks out for him during and after:) if not all good just think it would be CUTE 🧡

Gonna add in some rich people hangover cures which someone pointed out he probs used.

No part 2 requests please

When Lando had mentions going to Kings Day with Martin and some other friends, y/n initially wasn't going to join. She figured she'd let the boys be boys and find something else to do. However, Lando was literally pouting when y/n said that he should have fun.

Her not being there wasn't part of his agenda.

So here she is and while she did have her doubts about enjoying being squished on a boat. She's had a few drinks, significantly less than her boyfriend, and was enjoying the atmosphere.

But equally the awareness of her boyfriend's drunkenness was very much on her radar.

Unlike him, she's been conscious of keeping herself on that link of a little more drunk than tipsy but sober enough to be aware of her surroundings and more importantly aware of if her boyfriend is about to be stupid.

"Baby, drink this." She instructs having managed to fight her way through the crowded boat and protect the glass of water with her life as she went back to him before getting the glass of water into his hand.

"What is it?" Lando yells over the music, the sheer amount of alcohol on his breath actually makes her retract a little and push the glass of water up to his lips.

"Water." She states only once he's drinking. Though she's fairly certain that Lando is past the point of recognises if she told him it was straight vodka.

"Thank you, baby." Lando smiles pulling her over to kiss her cheek. "Are you having fun?"

"Yes. I'm going to get another drink-you're on water till I say."

"Yes, ma'am." Lando salutes with a grin before she walks off and he gets back to Martin who cheers while y/n smiles shaking her head as she glances back.

She'd say it's hard to believe at one point Lando claimed not to like alcohol, but he's such a lightweight it's completely believable that he hasn't been drinking long enough in life to build up any amount of tolerance. She's not much better, but at least she can handle her drink.

It's while she's pouring her own drink she hears more shouting and it sounds more panicked and around.

"Y/n!" Martin exclaims fighting his way through the crowd with her boyfriend who has a bloody face.

"Jesus! What the hell?" Y/n gasps moving to Lando. "What happened?"

"We cheersed and the glass chipped at the top. It cut my nose when I was getting another drink." Lando grins dopily while y/n sighs not being able to withhold her laugh.

"What am I going to do with you?" Y/n smiles with a sigh while Martin is handed a first aid kit.

Y/n admittedly is not first aid trains and nor is she really sober enough to be attempting to do this. Not that Martin is much help after she's managed to wipe up the blood up and stick some steri strips onto his nose, Martin wraps a bandage around his head shouting something about how he needs pressure on the wound.

Once the party moves from the boat they get to Martins set where drinking continues. But y/n decides she's definitely sobering up, somehow managing to get her hands on the second pizza of the day, Lando does step a few bites but she'd be surprised if he remembers anything.

They have a flight to Miami tomorrow and there's no doubt in her mind that neither is going to cope with a 12 hour flight very well.

Y/n doesn't actually remember falling asleep, but she stirs when she's placed down on the leather seats of the private jet.

"Shh...It's alright, baby. Just go to sleep." Lando whispers making her hum and nuzzle down as he places a blanket over her.

Y/n body is aching, not just from the hangover that is dull but very much present. But she's never been that active before. Her muscles are sore just from the partying.

She does come around about half an hour later and she looks at him seeing that he's got one of those vitamin heavy, rehydration IVs hooked up.

"Morning, baby." Lando chuckles while she whines and moves over to climb into him, careful of his arm.

"How's your nose?" Y/n mumbles making him grin at her while she inspects his nose which is unbandaged and much more exposed.

"It's fine."

"Good."

"Do you want some water?" Lando asks knowing he couldn't pay her to take an IV. She's not necessarily scared of needles but she won't subject herself to them unless it's a doctor and she's injured.

Lando does end up holding her and taking care of her to return the favour of her taking care of him while he was drunk and since he's mostly recovered, though not entirely, he's happy to handle his cuddly and clingy girlfriend in the struggle of her own hangover.

#as soon as these pics dropped I knew my fav was gonna eat this up 😭😭#lando fic rec

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landoslvr · 2 days

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*chomp* *chomp* *chomp*

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hi! could u write a fic where lando and the reader were fucking and lando takes his phone out halfway through (to take a photo for himself) but accidentally gets it posted on his instagram story and they only find out in the morning idk i just thought this would be funny af

OOPS? ( lando norris. )

lando norris x reader

to commemorate the sight in front of him, he snaps a picture on his phone without realizing he's just posted it for millions to see.

warnings: smut

authors note: I really liked writing this!!! it's a bit shorter than usual, but I enjoyed it a lot so thanks anon!!! <333

HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT. maybe he was just in the haze of sex, buried deep in her cunt with her leg over his shoulder, her other around his lower back pulling him in further.

he was hovering over her, hand pressed against her mouth as strings of muffled moans spilled from her lips, warm tears against his skin. god, she looked so good, too good. he just wanted to remember how fucked out her expression was.

leaning over to the nightstand, slowing his thrusts ever so much as he clutched his phone, flash on to compensate for the darkness of the bedroom. he snapped the photo, throwing the phone to the side, face side up.

he turned his focus back to the messy masterpiece in front of him, returning to the pace he had set before.

he pulled his hand away from her mouth to hear her symphony of moans, music to his ears. his hand took its place on her neck.

lando norris has posted to his story

he was so lost in the moment, he should've realized sooner the mistake he made. he should've realized at the instant texts that lit up his screen because who would be texting him this late?

all he did was flip over the phone, ignoring whatever notified him as he pulled her leg off his shoulder, pushed her leg down from his back. he fell beside her, prompting her to crawl across him, straddling him weakly as his hands settled on her hips.

fuck, she looked so good from this angle. hair messy from the pillows, face red from the tears down her cheeks, but also flushed from how hard he fucked her. he had already coaxed one orgasm ouf of her.

she sank down on his cock, causing him to curse under his breath with praise, “fuck, such a good girl.” his hands clawed into the flesh of her hips, guiding her pace once he saw her struggle.

the view was immaculate, he could've came at the sight of her tits bouncing up and down as she slid on his cock alone. it was salivating.

his hands left her hips to grasp her breasts, and he couldn't care if her pace faltered because everything felt too good in the moment.

if only they knew.

he planted his feet firmly against the bed, grasping her sides again as he lifted his hips to meet her halfway. it was rough, causing her to steady herself with her hands against his chest as he thrusted up and forced her hips down. his cock buried deep in her brought her over the edge so easily as tears fell from her face onto the bare skin of his chest.

she collapsed against his chest as his cock sank into her, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her cunt. she groaned against his chest as his arm spread across her bare back and pressed a kiss to her hair. the tears from her face wet his skin.

“did so good, baby,” he cooed, running fingers across her flesh as she hummed into his chest.

they laid together for a while before going and cleaning up. since it was already late in the night, they got back into bed and fell asleep.

when lando awoke the next morning, his phone was nearly dead and hundreds of texts and missed calls from his friends was the cause. hot to the touch, he carefully held his phone, brows furrowed as he laid on his side, back to his girlfriend, who was still fast asleep on the other side of the bed.

first, he opened the texts from his friend, max, who’s messages were in all caps. his eyes widened at the content, squinting at the screen in disbelief. no way he was that stupid, no the photo he took was in his camera roll—no it wasn't.

he discovered that, unfortunately, the photo he had taken was posted to his Instagram story, and it hadn't been taken down.

if it weren't for the circumstances, he could've stared at the photo all day because it was truly that good, but first he had to get rid of the post—and get the photo into his camera roll.

he nearly jumped out of his skin when she stirred in her sleep, now right against his back with her cheek pressed to his bare skin.

“morning,” she groaned and he mumbled back. she moved to rest her head on his shoulder, squinting to see what was on his phone screen, “why’re you on your phone so early?”

“i'm sorry.” he gulped, turning his head to watch the expression knot on her face, mostly confusion.

she sat up, leaning on her arm as she practically hovered over him, “lando, what did you do?”

“i’m so sorry,” was all he could say.

“lando,” she paused, an underlying tone of irritation laced in her voice as she emphasized her words, “what did you do?”

he glanced back at his phone, not even trying to hide the guilty expression written all over his face. she snatched the phone from his hand, and he didn't stop her. he covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes before leaving them to cover the lower half of his face as he watched her face.

“what the fuck?” she shoved his shoulder.

“i didn't mean to!” he sat up, throwing his hands up before running them through his messy curls, “i don't know how i did it.”

“oh my god,”she muttered under her breath, rubbing her temples as she hunched over the phone, “i’m deleting it.”

“wait–” his hand touched hers, he bit his lip, “at least save it to my photos–ow!”

she hit the backside of his head at the idiocy of his words. she exhaled deeply, anger taking over her body. of course, he didn't care as much as she did. he wasn't in the photo at all to begin with and this wouldn't affect his career as deeply as it would affect hers.

“why? so you can post it somewhere else? text it to your friends?” she raised her voice, groaning out in frustration.

“baby, calm down–” he tenderly placed a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off.

“how can i calm down, lando?” she threw his phone down on the bedding, falling back down onto the bed with her hands covering her face in shame. now that picture is all everyone will ever see her as, all thanks to her idiot of a boyfriend.

he grabbed his phone back, seeing the photo had been taken down from his story, but they both knew that image would be circling the internet for a long time.

“at least the photo didn't show anything,” he tried to make light of the situation, but it was to no avail as she spat back with venom in her tone.

“you don't even care about the photo because you aren't the one in it, lando.” she scoffed.

“i’m sorry, okay?” he turned to her, “i really didn't mean to, you know i would never do that.”

she sighed, “i know, but i’m still mad, lan.”

“i know, darling,” he laid beside her on his side, looking at her side profile as she stared at the ceiling, “you have every right to be mad.”

she stayed silent, and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

he gulped again, speaking up, “and i promise to never take a photo of you when we're fucking ever again.”

a laugh forced it's way past her lips, “oh, please we both know you'll try and fail,” she said with a smile on her lips, shaking her head.

“okay, yeah, but i promise i’ll triple check it's not in any social media post,” he flipped over onto his stomach, propped up by his elbows with his pinky held out. she took it and the promise was made. the situation dealt with, for the most part.

“did you happen to save the photo though–ow, okay!”

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proofread by @foreveralbon <333

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landoslvr · 6 days

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could you write a fic where arthur finishes too fast in bed and gets really embarrassed about it but the reader comforts him

love u

please, he'd be so sad... :(((

"arthur?"

"i'm nearly done in here," he murmurs back in response except yn can't figure out his response from the sound of the shower that had hot water cascading down his bare skin, "be done soon."

"what was that?"

"i'm nearly-"

his sentence is cut short when he hears his en-suite door open and close and his heart sinks lower in his chest at the sight of her figure on the other side of the frosted glass of his shower. with her hair still pulled back into a messy ponytail and a grey tee hanging down her figure, which he assumed she'd taken from his wardrobe, his eyes staring into the distance except the frosted glass kept him from seeing anything clearly.

"i'm nearly done in here," he repeats, taking a deep breath and feeling the steam clear his nose and his throat, "should be enough hot water for you."

"not what i came in here for," she claims and he watches her as she slides the tee over her head and lets it drop to the floor, laying in a cotton puddle at her feet, "i came to check on you, you just left me in bed, naked."

he gulps back the lump in his throat and stares down at his feet, his eyes focusing on the water that ran down his legs and disappeared down the plughole so he didn't have to see her step into the shower, so he didn't have to make eye contact wit her. her hands tentatively reaching forward to grab his hands and she winces at the heat of the water that touches her skin.

"jesus, arthur."

she snatches her arms back and he frowns, feeling one of her arms snake around him so she could turn down the heat and make the water a little more tolerable, a little cooler so his skin wasn't scolded and red and blistering by the time he left the room.

"i'm sorry."

"i didn't realise you had your showers this hot," she says softly, taking slow steps towards him and reaching her hands back out, taking his fingers in her gentle hold and squeezing them softly, "no need to be sorry about that."

"no, i'm sorry about-" he cuts himself off, shaking his head at how silly he felt before he looked up and made eye contact with her, "i'm sorry i couldn't last in there."

"oh."

the silence between them was broken by the stream of water falling from the shower head yet neither of them could tear their eyes from each other. his fringe clung to his forehead and his eyes were sunken and she could see the sadness lingering deep in his mind. she lifted a hand up, cupping his cheek in the palm of her hand and she smiles at the way his head tilts into her touch, his other hand squeezing hers.

"you don't need to apologise for that either," she admits, stroking the curve of his cheek with her thumb, "it happens."

"i just, i don't want you think i wanted it over with from the moment it started."

"i'm actually taking it as a compliment. i'm just too sexy that you can't hold it back," she jokes teasingly and he can't hide the amusement that bubbles up in his chest and leaves his mouth in breathy laugh, "i think you just can't handle hot hot i am."

"you really are just irresistible," and she swore she saw a smirk tickle at the corner of his lips, moving her arms to wrap around his waist, resting her cheek against his chest and feeling the wet skin against her face, "i know you were excited to, you know, do it now i'm home from sri lanka and-"

"it's okay, arthur," she shakes her head softly, "honest. you're home now so we've got so much time to spend together."

"i'll make it up to you," he presses a kiss to her wet hair and lets his mouth linger, "i promise you." xx

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landoslvr · 10 days

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My Boobs - LN

Summary: Lando loves his girlfriend's boobs and she's just got used to him in private and public, in fact half of the time others notice before she does

I know the picture on the right is re-used from another fic, but like it works too perfectly for this.

Big yitties!reader

No part 2 requests place

Lando is without a doubt a clingy man, having his girlfriend within sight. He never far from pulling her towards himself and 9 out of 10 times holding her boobs.

People he's close to have learnt to just ignore it. But others who aren't so close, still seems shocked by how unbothered y/n is by it.

At the moment Lando is currently lying with his head on her tummy and his hands very firmly planted on her boobs while they wait for George to arrive for the Sky karting video they want to recreate 5 years later.

"I like his helmet." Alex comments inspect the design of the helmet.

"Yeah it's cool, and it matches his sister's riding helmet." Y/n smiles making Alex smile and nod. "I like it the little touches like his name. Some fans said he should put like Silverstone in the design."

"I like that, or just make all the like blobs be all the tracks on the calendar." Alex hums as George appears and looks at the three.

"Does that never get annoying?" George questions making y/n look down and smile ruffling Lando's hair.

"He's just my clingy boyfriend. But since you're here...Lando...wakey wakey." Y/n smiles drumming her hands lightly on his back earning a grunt. "You gotta go karting."

Lando untucks his face from against her sweater looking up at her with tired eyes while she smiles at him, laughing lightly.

"You know it's only the two of you who can get away with that amount of PDA, if anyone else did it, it'd be like...condemned." Alex comments as Lando sits up moving his hands to neaten his hair up. "Y/n called you clingy."

"I'm not." Lando frowns turning around to look at y/n who raises her eyebrows at him for actually trying to argue.

"Alright...you're not clingy." Y/n states but her tone definitely suggests something else is a play.

Lando ends up changing with the rest of the boys for karting and when he moves before they head out to give her a kiss he finds her turning her head so his lips land on her cheek.

"Hey-"

"Go on, you're on a schedule." Y/n cuts in earning a frown. "I thought you weren't clingy."

"Woooooow." Lando laughs then shaking his head. "Fine, be like that."

"Fine, I will." Y/n smiles since she's enjoying this.

Lando leaves her inside while he gets out to join the rest of the boys and all the team actually setting this up.

A little over an hour later, Lando reappears and when he sees y/n the earlier conversation is the last thing on his mine when he moves over with a pout.

"Alex hit me with some gravel." Lando mumbles showing a pretty nasty red mark on his neck.

"Aww...poor baby." Y/n coos in a slightly mocking manner before laughing when he wraps his arms around her.

"The team is karting with Oscar...will you stay here with me?"

"Ok, but you can't touch my boobs." Y/n sighs making him retract back from where he'd hidden his face.

"What? Why?"

"Because I only let my clingy boyfriend hold my boobs and you aren't clingy."

"Your boobs? They're my boobs. I pay more attention and love to them." Lando scoffs actually looking offended, much to y/n's amusement. "My boobs."

"You're such a weirdo." Y/n laughs before the kisses him. "Let's go watch the team."

Lando grunts in agreement then leading them down to a little podium that looks out on the track before y/n settles on his lap, not even paying attention when Lando's hands go up to holding her boobs, cupping them softly as he kisses the back of her neck, just peaking over her shoulder to watch members of the McLaren team zooming around the track.

Y/n is actually too focused on booking and arranging a holiday for the two of them to be paying attention to the conversation happening around her.

They're sitting in the McLaren unit, Lando having managed to sit down with Will and Jose both of whom have become accustom to ignoring y/n, in the most polite way possible.

The physical touch neediness of Lando is now just part of speaking to him if y/n in is the vicinity.

Which by this point is always. Initially she was only at a few race then maybe every other race and then eventually the number of races she doesn't attend dwindled to zero.

Eventually the conversation with his race engineers comes to an end and the two men take off to go do what they need to do after the conversation.

"Baby, you haven't eaten." Lando mumbles actually squeezing her boobs as a means to get her attention as he rests his chin on her shoulder.

"Sorry, I was booking our trip for the winter break-and I know it's literally ages away but I want to book it now before I forget and lose motivation to book it at all-or forget that I even wanted to go on the trip." Y/n rambles before sighing and placing her phone down to the side so she can pull her food closer. Though she pauses before taking a mouthful. "Lando...I can't focus on eating if you're playing with my nipples."

"You have before." Lando mumbles but he stops anyway because her does actually want her to finish eating.

Now on a normal day back at home in Monaco, y/n is lucky to find a day that Lando has plans which don't include her. Not that she wants to be away from him, but he seems to have a knack for making sure he can take her everywhere.

On this occasion he's caught some kind of bug and it means all arranged plans are cancelled for rest.

"You're so cute when you're all pouty and sick." Y/n coos while Lando groans and rubs his fevered head between her boobs. "If you'd let me get up then I could try and do something to break your fever."

"No." Lando groans earning a sigh and hum.

"Ok." Y/n whispers running her hands through his curls a couple times before she relaxes against the sofa.

At some point she falls asleep, maybe because she's trapped under Lando and there's not much else to do. Maybe because his body heat radiating off of him is really acting as a means of knocking her out.

She ends up only waking up to Lando's voice because he's taking a phone call and it rises her from the sleep she'd fell into.

"No, mate. I feel like shit, I don't know what I've caught but it's the worst." Lando states before y/n hears Max's voice.

"Mate, you said you were coming back to England for golf." Max laughs as y/n feels Lando rubbing gently over her boob which he's somehow got out from under her t-shirt without waking her up. "Where's y/n?"

"Underneath me pretending to be asleep."

"I'm not pretending, you woke me up so I'm trying to go back to sleep." Y/n murmurs with a grumble before she hisses when he bites her nipple gently. "Ah, I thought you were ill."

"I am-anyway mate, we'll have to reschedule." Lando states as y/n rolls her eyes and slaps her hand onto his forehead with an audible slap on his skin. "Still a fever?"

"Yeah." Y/n mumbles then sighing. "Sorry, Max. I can't force him to keep to his commitments with you."

Max agrees to reschedule it before the call ends and Lando sighs look at y/n with slightly bloodshot eyes making her frown.

"Can I please get up and get you something to drink? You need to keep your fluids up." Y/n yawns while Lando hums kissing her boob before seeming to shove his face into the soft skin making her laugh a little and gently push his head away. "Alright, clingy. Get off, I'm putting my foot down. You need water and honestly so do I."

Lando very begrudgingly allows her to stand up but he doesn't get up without following her, making what should be an easier task of getting them both water a much harder task by following her very close behind so his hands don't leave her boobs.

"Can you please let me do something to get your fever down? We're both drenched in your sweat." Y/n mumbles after managing to turn and get him to drink what turns into the better part of over half a water bottle. "A lukewarm shower?"

"Ok, but I'm not going to force you to endure that."

"How kind."

"But can we cuddle again once we're both clean?"

"So long as I can put like a cold cloth on your neck to try and keep you cool." Y/n smiles earning a nod of agreement. "Alright, drink so more. Then we'll shower and you can get back to treating my boobs like they belong to you."

"Y/n, they literally are my boobs." Lando mumbles sounding like he wants to but more energy into that sentence but he's also just being a clingy boyfriend right now and he doesn't want to push in fear of his privileges being provoked.

"You're so adorable." Y/n laughs then leaning forward and kissing him.

"Yeah, just wait till you're sick now you've kissed me."

"I've been saturated in your sweat all day. I promise you, if I'm going to get sick it's going to be from that. Not a kiss."

Lando hums moves his hands back up to cup her boobs.

"I'm never sure if you love me or my boobs more."

"You but your boobs are definitely strong competition." Lando jokes earning a hum before she hums.

They do manage to finally get showered and y/n decides to pull some more of the water bottles out to be within reaching distances of lying together, she also blowdries her hair before insisting they lie in bed and that way if they fall asleep they have more space.

Not that Lando intends to give her any of that space.

And in true nature as a result of his clinginess. Y/n has to share it with people so she posts a picture which does actually include Lando's hand gently cupping her boob while he seems to hide his face between her ribs and the mattress as he cuddles into her.

And of course, his fans absolutely melt over the sick Lando content. So she posts more of him over the next 24 hours before he's seemingly back to health and then he returns the favour of nursing y/n since she did get sick.

"My poor baby." Lando laughs as she whines and nuzzles into him before he rolls her so her back is to his chest and so he can wrap an arm around her and cup her boob before kissing her neck. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, beautiful."

"I don't even know if you're talking to me or my boobs."

"Shut up. I'm not that bad." Lando laughs though he gives them a gentle squeeze.

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landoslvr · 10 days

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#stressed for this race 🫠

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Average reaction to this sprint

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a story in 4 parts

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landoslvr · 13 days

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clingy | arthurtv

another little illness drabble because i liked doing the george one!

when you got a call from arthur late at night, it was usually him calling to chat when he was bored, or to tell you some new fact that he had found wildly interesting.

so when you heard a slightly raspy, tired sounding arthur, you were a little taken aback.

"y/n?" was the first thing that came down the phone.

"hi, arthur, whats up?" you said sweetly, before a cough came down the phone.

"this might sound a little silly, but would you mind coming round?"

"uh huh, sure, i don't mind at all," you confirmed straight away, "are you okay? you sound a little raspy," you asked.

"think 'm ill.. know it sounds silly but was just laying in bed and i haven't felt great all day, and then i was just missing you and wanted to see you," he rambles out, and you have to admit it did melt your heart a little.

and thats how you had ended up at his door at 11:23, not all that late but a little strange nonetheless, and you pushed the key into the door, the spare you had been given to the flat, slipping your shoes off and heading to arthur's room, trying to be quiet in case anyone was asleep.

you gently pushed open arthur's door to be greeted by him in his boxers, hands tucked under his pillow and laying on his stomach in a freefall position.

"hi, arthur," you said softly as you made your way into his room, putting down your bag which had very little in it, you rarely brought pajamas round to arthurs, knowing you would end up in one of his jumpers, so the bag always felt hollow filled with only your clothes for the next day.

his head lifted from the pillow and a dopey grin plastered itself on his slightly red face.

"how are you feeling?" you asked gently, and he turned himself onto his side so he could see you properly.

"better now you're here, lovie," he babbled back, and you smiled at him.

"you need any water or anything?" you questioned, before looking at his bedside table, which he had clearly prepared for his illness contingencies, tissues, water bottles, snacks and paracetamol.

"'m good, just couldn't sleep very well and i didn't know if it was cause i was ill and i always sleep better with you so i figured," he trailed off, looking a slight bit sheepish as you giggled, "sorry for asking you to come here so late," he finished, but you shrugged.

"no, don't worry about it, you know i'd always come if it'd make you feel better," you reassured, and he just gently put his head back on the pillow.

"i'll get dressed and then come lay down, okay?" you said gently, and arthur murmured out, "that shirt that you like to sleep in, washed it the other day so it'll be in my cupboard rather then my drawer," he explained, and you nodded slightly, opening the cupboard door and grabbing it, quickly pulling your shirt from over your head and replacing it with his, and discarding your trousers, staying in just your underwear, since arthur's room was often hot.

you slid underneath the covers, adjusting them so they lay comfortably on arthur before you felt his forearm resting lazily against your waist, your head tucked next to his collarbone and his face practically buried in your hair.

"sorry if i'm being a little clingy, think i'm just bad at being poorly alone," he joked a little, but you just laughed back gently.

"i don't mind at all, it's actually quite nice," you said, before explaining, "not that you're ill, just that, y'know, you're clingy," i laughed a little more as you tried to explain myself, "although, i don't hate the voice," you teased.

"my voice?" he mumbled out.

"uh huh, kinda raspy," you joked a little more.

"so you find my pain hot?" he said, half teasing back.

"well, i didn't say that," you laughed.

"i mean, i can try get ill more often if it puts you in that kind of mood," he grinned into the top of your head, and you rolled your eyes.

"oh, shut up and go to sleep,"

#arthur fic rec

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landoslvr · 14 days

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I'll Crawl Home To Her - LN

Summary: Lando has been away with for three race weekends in a row (based in 2024, Spain, Austria and Silverstone) but he finally gets a chance to go home to his girlfriend who managed to catch viral tonsillitis and he feels awful for not having been there to take care of her.

Y/n was meant to go to the Spain GP but that was when the symptoms started, and since y/n rarely gets sick. Like maybe once every 4 years, her body is very melodramatic in reaction and practically leaves her feeling like she's dying.

When she told him it was viral tonsillitis and there was no way to treat it but instead just wait it out till the symptoms cleared up on their own. Which could take anywhere from a few days till a couple weeks.

That then turned into her missing Silverstone too.

Max is coming back with them, purely because they've got things to sort out for Quadrant and he just wanted a visit with his friend.

"Y/n?" Lando calls out as he gets home, sighing as he looks around. She definitely has attempted to eat, but nothing much. "Baby?"

There's movement and shuffling before he moves quickly through the apartment finding her walking out their bedroom.

"Oh baby." Lando pouts since she doesn't just look ill, she looks miserable. He moves forward quickly scooping her up and lifting her to latch her legs around him. "Alright, I'm going to take care of you."

"Where's Maxie?" Y/n whispers, her voice and volume clearly compromised.

"Maxie. You two got pet names now?" Lando laughs then carrying her through to the living room where Max. "My girlfriend wants to see you."

"Hey, y/n. How you feeling?" Max grins while she is left on the counter by Lando. "Not great?"

"No." Y/n murmurs while Lando appears with some water for her knowing that the main they is she needs to be hydrated. "Thank you."

"How much have you had to eat?" Lando asks knowing that she can't talk much but he just wants to know how little she's eaten since the evidence of leftovers is there and she's definitely hollowed out a little from lack of eating and probably general exhaustion from being ill.

"A few bites of toast, I had some yoghurt?" Y/n mumbles seeming to think on it while Lando watches her with focused eyes.

Max has actually never seen this side of Lando, he's really just used to Lando fucking around or if he's not in a good mood then Lando would usually just disappear to be on his own.

Lando proceeds to quiz her about her symptoms and then places his thumb on her chin to pull her mouth open gently.

"Do you have a rash in your mouth?"

"Mate did you just google symptoms of viral tonsillitis to look for or something? Leave the poor girl alone, a doctor confirmed it." Max states earning a small glare. "You know maybe I'll just go and stream."

"Yeah, you go do that." Lando grumbles while y/n smiles lightly knowing that this is just Lando's love coming out in a form of protectiveness. He waits till Max is gone before looking at her again and sighing. "Do you just want to cuddle for a bit?"

He knows the answer already.

"Please."

Lando nods smiling sadly at her and picking her up again, managing to pick up the bottle of water too.

"Ok, baby." Lando sighs lying them down on the bed where she does nuzzle down into him. "Let's have a nap together, yeah?"

"Are you sure Max is ok being left on his own?" Y/n mumbles which only earns her a tsk since Lando has plenty of time to spend with Max later right now he just wants her company anyway.

Y/n doesn't really struggle to fall asleep with Lando there. He's without a doubt her comfort person and brings her more comfort than anything else in the world. They'd facetimed while he was away but that doesn't equate to him being there, and him rubbing her back under the light t-shirt she's wearing lets him know she's definitely running a little hotter than usual. Not as far as a fever but she did say that she was feeling hot and the doctor said it's a side effect of the virus.

"Hey, mate. I was going to go out and grab some stuff to drink and eat. You want anything?" Max asks making Lando look up since he'd been scrolling on his phone to pass the time.

"Can you get some more water? And just some snacks. I think I'm going to be here for a while."

Lando does eventually get on stream with Max after a couple days, though only on the criteria that y/n is set up in there with them. Which means she's lying on sofa cushions that Lando has put on the floor and made a little more comfy with other pillows and blankets.

It makes sense that she's just been dozing in and out of a sleepy state. He has managed to get her to eat more so she does have more energy and look a little more like death warmed up. But as usual with her body when she falls ill, she's just exhausted.

"The chat wants to know what you're constantly looking at. I mean they're guessing the right thing." Max states while reading the chat who are asking what Lando is looking at then correctly guessing that it's Lando looking at y/n.

"Y/n is on a makeshift bed set up. Just so we can stream and I can keep an eye on her. She's still not very well guys." Lando explains while Max nods alongside him as they read the chat. "No. She doesn't want to come on the stream, she just wants to be close to me and I want to make sure I can grab anything she needs."

"Isn't he adorable? Aww...yeah you guys think it's cute. Try being the third wheel that gets in the way. Lando has never given me so many dirty looks."

Another pause as they read the chat and Lando smirks in victory since they all say he's the cutest for having that behaviour.

"They're saying I'm the new standard." Lando grins turning to Max with a look from from her.

"People want to know what's wrong with her."

"She's got viral tonsillitis guys. She just has to like deal with it but y/n never get sick so she's just really struggling. Her body doesn't know how to cope with her being unwell." Lando explains then sighing as he looks down at his girlfriend who has shifted hearing him talk about her. "Hey, baby. Are you alright down there?"

Y/n nods still preferring not to use her voice as she sniffles sitting up, still out of frame as she reaches for the tissues then wiping at her nose.

"Do you need some more water?" Lando asks softly then reaching down and shaking her bottle. "Yeah, I'll get you more water. Want more ice."

"Yes please."

"You two are causing a riot." Max questions making her look at him while Lando disappears not so much as acknowledging his friend's words. "How you feeling?"

"I've been better." Y/n murmurs wiping at her nose again which is pretty much raw from her constantly trying to handle her running nose. "This is hell."

"You do look pretty rough."

"Leave her alone. She looks perfect." Lando states reappearing which makes y/n and Max exchange a look since she very obviously does not. His then turns back to her and looks at her for a moment then speaking quickly while Max focuses on the stream. "If I run you a bath, do you think you'd want to get in it?"

"Yeah, I should really clean up."

"I'll join you." Lando smiles kissing her forehead.

"Ok." Y/n whispers then sniffling making Lando frown. "I'm sorry."

"Alright. Ok, mate. we'll be back in a bit." Lando states picking her up and sighing softly as he carries her out the room and Max pulls a face to the stream.

"She's really not well guys. I've never seen Lando like this." Max states not being too loud.

"Ok, baby. What's wrong?" Lando asks while y/n tries to blink tears away.

"I just feel like shit and you're taking care of me but you shouldn't have to be." Y/n hiccups while Lando sighs. "And I can't even kiss you."

Lando smiles a little at her final comment before he pulls her closer.

"Alright, baby. You're just frustrated and overwhelmed." Lando soothes gently rubbing her thigh. "I'm going to run the bath, go out and say by to the stream and you are getting every ounce of my attention."

Y/n sniffles nodding a little as she watches him move to run the bath then moving to inform Max of his new plans. When he reappears she smiles sadly as he moves over gently pulling her top up and off of her.

"Alright, gorgeous." Lando smiles before he tries to hide a frown that momentarily appeared. She's still looking a little too small for his liking since he knows this isn't her healthy weight. "You are so beautiful."

Y/n raises her hands, wiping at her eyes again.

"Alright, baby." Lando smiles once the bath is filled. "Gotta get you completely naked."

Y/n sighs standing up and allowing Lando to look at her for a moment before he pushes her shorts down then guiding her to the bath before he strips off and climbs in with her.

"I'm so going to get you sick too." Y/n mumbles looking guilty but Lando only rolls his eyes.

"If you were going to get me sick, I'd be sick by now." Lando states though he really knows that's not entirely true. He just doesn't want her to push him away if when she's feeling like this. He really wants to just keep her close to himself at all times. Regardless of his own health.

Even if he does have a race not this weekend but the next, getting ill is not an option for going into that race.

"I love you so much baby. So so much." Lando smiles while wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"I love you too, it sucked not coming to Silverstone...it's the home race."

"There's more home races in my future. Don't worry." Lando smiles while he head drops back on his shoulder. "You're going to be at the next one. I'm going to make sure of it."

"Working magic?"

"I always do." Lando smirks than laughing when she tsks at him knowing he's referring to something no as innocent as she can handle right now. "How are you feeling?"

"I just want to be...better." Y/n grumbles before she frowns. "I do like having you here. It's nice having you here. I really missed you more than anything I hate missing a race, but really I hate not getting to see you more."

"I hate not having you there too baby. I hate not being able to just tuck you away you in my pocket. But I do like coming home to you too. Makes me feel like I got you wifed up."

Y/n snorts then hiccuping as her emotions get the better of her again and she begins to tear up.

"Alright, baby. It's ok."

With anyone else Lando would almost certainly not tolerate so much tears but he knows y/n is crying to be annoying. She's just feeling like shit and there's no fix to it.Eventually the water cools a little and wanting to prevent a potential fever or just making her generally worse. Lando gets them out the bath.

Max has disappeared from the streaming set up as they walk through the apartment and Lando decides to just tuck y/n into bed after sort of getting her dressed before moving to check that his friend isn't mad that he bailed on him.

"Hey, mate. Sorry." Lando sighs earning a smile from his friend.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just glad I'm not as bad a state as y/n. I was going to go out and grab some food for us? Want to text me some food orders from y/n?"

"Yeah, I'll see if I can force a request out of her. She's says it still hurts just swallowing."

"Christ, is that what made the two of you take so long in there? Poor girl can't catch a break with you." Max jokes then being swatched at by his friend. "Alright. Sorry, that was wrong of me."

It took till only a couple days before the next race for y/n to feel sure and recovered enough to go with Lando to the Hungary GP.

"You seem very very happy to have your girlfriend. I think I've heard so many thing about people closely following her progress and updates about her tonsillitis. But she must be better. How bad was it?"

"I mean she wasn't eating, could hardly drink. Fever, cough and sneezing a lot."

"Oh poor thing, is that why I'm hearing about you being the best nurse?" The journalist laughs while Lando grins.

"Yeah, I basically saved her life." Lando jokes then spotting her. "I do want to hurry here because she looks like she wants me to go over there."

Lando is given the ok to leave and he rushes over to his girlfriend catching her in a kiss since they did check with the medic who even swabbed her tonsils for tests to make sure she wasn't contagious anymore. She's all clear and Lando has been abusing his privilege of being able to kiss her without a second thought.

"Everyone cares so much more about knowing that you're ok thank actually asking about me and driving." Lando grins though he does actually know for a fact he'd happily talk about this woman any day of the week for hours upon hours and if asked about her in an interview he'll detail everything he can about her and how much he loves her.

"That's because I'm the coolest and luckiest girlfriend in the paddock." Y/n laughs making him pick her up and almost toss her in the air though she manages to catch herself locking her legs around his waist, laughing as he runs to the McLaren unit. "Where are we going?"

"I'm still force feeding you till you're back up to healthy weight." Lando smirks making her roll her eyes since Lando might have to make sure he's never gaining too much weight but he seems to be on a mission to really get her back to her weight before she got sick. "Don't get sassy because I do these things out of love and care for you."

"So bossy." Y/n jokes just to really play into the idea that she's trying to annoy him. "I love you really, even if you are bossy."

#lando fic rec

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denial | george clarke

just a little fluffy george clarke drabble about him being ill

very drunk at posting, re-reading it's probably a little cringe

love u all <3

you loved george, you really did.

but when he was sick? he was infuriating, to say the least.

at first, he'd be in complete denial.

when you come round to his house after a day at work, slipping your shoes off at the door and saying hello to whoever was in the kitchen before making your way to his room, knocking gently on the door before walking in, and you see george curled in his bed, his skin damp from sweats, his duvet discarded and him left in only his boxers with a dumbly weak smile, you of course know he is ill.

"you didn't tell me you weren't feeling well," you said softly, sitting on the edge of his bed, not wanting to disturb him as he practically used all his energy to shake his head slightly.

"'m not ill, just woke up from a nap, that's all," he denied, and you rolled your eyes slightly at him. you could tell by his slightly raspy voice he wasn't well, if the sight in front of you wasn't enough. it was a little attractive, and you felt slightly weird finding your deathly looking boyfriend's sick voice hot.

"george, you're sweating,"

"it's warm in here, aren't you warm?" he babbled out, and you shook your head slightly at him.

"it's winter, it's bloody freezing. you don't need to pretend you're not sick, you idiot," you gently teased, and he groaned a little.

"i'm gonna go get you some water, do you want some paracetamol as well or anything?" you asked tenderly, and he pretty much ignored the question.

"didn't know you were coming round tonight," he said, and you shrugged.

"just felt like something might have been up, you've been sleeping the days away the past couple of days," you explained, and he shrugged back.

"just tired, thats all," he tried to lie through his teeth, but you just shook your head again.

"have you eaten yet today?" you asked, and george's head flopping back into the pillow told you all you needed to know.

you laughed a little, though endearingly, at him, "right, so what do you think you can stomach? chicken noodles? toast?"

"you don't need to make me anything, just stay here," he murmured as his hand loosely wrapped around your waist, in a feeble attempt to drag you into his bed, but you just laughed a little more, gently removing his arm.

"george," you insisted again, and he looked up at you almost guiltily.

"fine, i'll eat some toast if you'll stop worrying," he said quietly, and you nodded, pushing yourself back up to standing from his bed.

you had practically lived in the boys flat for a while now, so went to the kitchen and made some toast, along with grabbing some paracetamol and pouring a glass of water whilst waiting for the kettle to boil, thinking some tea might do him some good.

when you returned to the bedroom, he was sat up slightly in his bed, and you passed him the plate, two buttered slices of toast resting on it as you placed the paracetamol, tea and waterbottle on his bedside table.

"will you come sit down now?" george asked, and you giggled a little.

"you're very clingy when you're ill," you teased, "let me clean up some of the washing for you, and open the window, just to sort your room out a little and then i'll come," you said, hearing a slight groan of protest from george again.

"you don't need to clean my room, i'll sort it," he murmured, but you just rolled your eyes once more.

"you look like you'd pass out if you even stood up right now," you teased.

whilst you were picking up the crumpled clothes from the floor, damp with sweat, you could hear the occasional crunch of toast and you could feel his eyes on you, impatiently waiting for you to finish.

once you were done, you sat next to him, as he placed his half eaten toast on his bedside table and practically curled next to you, his arm wrapping lazily around your side and his head leaning against you.

you gently pushed the small amount of hair from his forehead, which had been practically stuck down with sweat.

"if you're still tired, you can go back to sleep, you don't have to stay awake for me," you reassured, but he just murmured out, "haven't seen you in a while, don't want you to be bored,"

"don't worry, i won't be bored. i might even nap with you," you laughed a little, and he practically pulled you down with his weight in a laying position, making you laugh a bit more.

"okay, a nap with you does sound good."

"let me just put on one of your shirts, okay? been in my work clothes far too long, and they're not the most comfy to sleep in," you explained, quickly walking to his dresser and getting changed, swapping your knit jumper for his shirt, and your pants for a pair of his boxers, george once again just watching as you did so.

"if i wasn't so ill i'd be so horny right now," he joked as you changed in front of him.

you grinned a little at his horny teenage boy esque mind, "so you admit you're ill?" you teased, and he rolled his eyes in return.

"i might be a little bit ill."

#george fic rec

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