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The nurse asked if I felt off (I still have a light fever) and I told her that yes I do think the way people of colors Disney movies are made felt off….

Anyways I want seasoned food not hospital mush🙄🙄🙄

I LIVED SHAWTIES. Pneumonia thought it was gonna take me out but it failed 👁️👅👁️

Anywho updates coming Saturday

So quick life update… I start new meds for my asthma today after being rushed to the emergency room last night…um…. I am currently getting ready to start another semester of college and burnout is quite intense… and the notebook with my planned story notes is once again MIA….. good days…

That's weird.... That's Suspic...

Okay so I couldn't figure out how to wrap this up or format it. so um.. enjoy i guess....

Bold = Lance

Italics = Reyanni

Reyanni's Thoughts

Lance's Thoughts

Lawrence Stroll

Chloe Stroll

NO ONE'S POV

Tensions were running a bit high as the meeting ran along. Reyanni and the parents got along swell, but Chloe... Chloe wasn't feeling it at all. and it felt like t-minus any second that it would show.

All I'm saying is maybe we should be cautious. I mean we don't know where Lance met you. And you certainly aren't the usual kind of woman he dates. Forgive me if I'm skeptical of you. Or don't your opinion doesn't bother me too much. .

Moments like this make me wonder if I should show the fuck out or be an adult. Today I chose to be an adult. But not because I'm a bitch. But because this is a man I'd let hit it raw if he asked. This is a man my mom calls "Her Favorite Unseasoned Dorito". This is a man that loves me genuinely loves me. I need his family to like me... so i'mma swallow my pride and keep my wits about me.

I am sorry you feel that way about me. I'm sure there isn't a thing I can do to change your mind, nor am I gonna try. You've got your opinion set and that is perfectly fine by me.. All I ask is that we remain cordial for the rest of the evening.

Needless to say that dinner ended fairly quickly. Lance's parents loved Reyanni, but Chloe would be an issue to tackle later on.... for now it was time to focus on the next step of their relationship. The career talk.

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.Sorry it's short .... shit's crazy in life and it's only day three..

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HAPPY BEW YEAR TO MY BELOVEDS FRIENDS

I’ll be uploading more stuff on the third. My next semester in college starts on the 13th of January and it’s going to be a hectic time of me packing and moping until then 😊 Happy early new year to everyone and stay safe 💋

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

Yall my nana sent me a bunch of stitch hoodies and plushies for Christmas….. im a happy autistic woman 😭

This one’s my favorite though (don’t tell the others) 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

Never Lose Me

Lewis Hamilton x Singer!BlackOC

COMING SOON TO A TUMBLR NEAR YOU

Social/Texting treats

This shit is difficult to work... These take place the week she meets his parents and sister.

Taglist: @yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

This is ... Nice.... I guess

(I can't find the really pretty collage I had for this part of the story fml... Anyways hopefully it's good I have had a shit week and nearly forgot that I promised an upload....)

Warning: Out of character characters.... is that how it's phrased? Um.. Cursing in different languages..... i'm pretty sure I make one reference to the ancestors....

Bold = Lance

Italics = Reyanni

Reyanni's Thoughts

Lance's Thoughts

Lawrence Stroll

Chloe Stroll

NO ONE'S POV

Meeting the parents was always an experience to say the least... Some relationships didn't last past meeting the family.. some did but burnt out due to the family being very tight knit, some did but only because one partner isn't close to the family... or on the rare occasion a relationship survived because the entire immediate family liked the partner.. Reyanni really liked lance.. even if she wasn't sure about what he did for work yet... and as she introduced herself she noticed the weird looks his sister was giving her.

REYANNI'S POV

"I brought some pastries from my bakery for you all. Lance said you can't have gluten so these two boxes are gluten free."

I'm not a fan of how she's looking at me right now. Did I say something wrong... am I going bonkers... Why hasn't anyone said anything yet....

"It's quite nice to meet you. Lance has been talking about you for months now. You said you brought pastries with you?" "Yes.. It's a variety of pastries I didn't know what you all would like and Lance only wanted to taste test so I brought multiple types"

Things went smooth from there. His parents loved me and my pastries but his sister was fairly distant....That worried me a bit.. I thought she was just going to ignore my existence the entire night until she finally spoke up.

"I'm assuming you know what he does for work." "No.... I told him he could tell me when he is ready.. I'll still be with him no matter his job... he's an amazing man....and I think of myself as blessed to have found him. It's not everyday you find a guy like him into women like me." But then his sister opens her mouth again

"That's weird. I wonder why he didn't tell you he's a formula one driver. Maybe your relationship isn't as stable as you think."

"What's that.... Like Nascar? I'm not very.. well versed in motorsports Also i would have been content with waiting for him to tell me when he was ready."

if one plus one is two and two plus two is four, why is her attitude giving me sixty-three....She's acting a bit off....maybe I should leave and try again another day...

TO BE CONTINUED

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@yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

So….. after bits of writers block I can proudly say three chapters being posted today… two for my lance series and one for a completely different series…. Who to thank for the inspiration this is who….

UPDATE: I AM HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL…. And a new chapter should be uploaded in a few hours…. I’ll try to post three to make up for it

I just realized that it’s not showing as posted for some reason….. I’ll try and fix it when I get home 😭

New story part out tomorrow…. It’s been a rough ass week…. Got stood up on a date, broke my glasses, cried myself to sleep…. Anywho new story part coming your way tomorrow.

Please do interact with me . It keeps me goin 😊

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This one gutted me

hey, are you still there? 𖦹 LN4

PAIRINGS: lando norris x female!reader

SUMMARY: you know yourself that it’s sad that you settled on being a backburner, but you didn’t mind crisping up on lando’s backburner as long as he still think of you.

REMINDERS: this is purely fiction, the way how the character is portrayed in my story does not reflect the person that is portraying my character in real life. always separate fiction from reality, and do not repost or copy my work in any way.

WARNINGS: no use of y/n, unrequited love(?), open ending, insecurities, reader being treated as a backburner, childhood best friends, christmas angst, luisa, typos, and few grammatical errors.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i had always wanted to write this for so long, but i’m not sure how to pen it, but finally, here it is! so far, i’m satisfied. i don’t know much about luisa, but i’m sorry that luisa is kind of villainized in this 🥲 i’m sorry. this is like another christmas one shot, sooo haha i intentionally made it as an open ending bc i want to leave the ending to you, and let me apologize now bc this one shot won’t have a part 2. it just felt right for me to leave it as an open ending and leave the ending up to you. so i hope you’ll enjoy this one!

The glow of the snowy afternoon sun filtered through your apartment windows, casting long, golden shadows across the floor as you sat cross-legged amidst a pile of forgotten keepsakes.

Your plan was simple, really. To declutter, toss out what no longer sparked happiness, and finally reclaim some much-needed space in your small New York apartment. But simplicity soon faded the moment you stumbled upon a memory box that was buried beneath old blankets in the closet. You hadn’t thought about it in years, the worn out wooden edges now slightly faded, but just holding the box again made you feel something deep in your chest.

Sliding the lid of the box open, the faint scent of nostalgia greeted you. There was a mixture of paper and dust that carried you back to another time, another place. Polaroid photographs, ticket stubs, concert tickets, and tiny trinkets spilled out as you began to sift through the box’s contents, fingers brushing against fragments of a life you had once shared with someone who knew you better than anyone. Then you saw it—the camcorder.

It sat nestled at the bottom of the box, its black casing slightly scuffed but still intact, as though it had been waiting for you all these years. The sight of it made your breath catch, fingers hesitant as they wrapped around the familiar shape. A small laugh escaped you, soft and bittersweet, as a wave of memories washed over you.

The camcorder had been a gift from your parents, given to you when you were just a teen. At the time, you had rolled your eyes at the thought of having a camcorder. You were not exactly the type to obsess over gadgets or record everything, but your parents had insisted, saying something along the lines of making memories worth keeping.

You hadn’t even opened the box properly before you had told him about it. Lando had always had a thing for photography, an almost childlike fascination with capturing the world around him. Naturally, he had lit up at the mention of the camcorder. You remembered the way his face had brightened, how he had practically snatched it from your hands when he saw it, excitement radiating from him like it was Christmas morning.

“Trust me,” he said, voice brimming with certainty as he flipped the device open with ease. “This is going to be so much fun, you’ll see.”

And it was.

The camcorder had quickly become his, in everything but name. Lando had used it more than you ever had, his artistic streak shining through in the way he would capture the smallest, most mundane moments and make them feel extraordinary. But what stood out the most was his favorite subject. You.

Every time you hung out, or visited a new place, his focus would inevitably turn to you. At first, you had protested, laughing and batting the camcorder away, but over time, it became a rhythm of sorts. Lando, behind the lens, coaxing your laughter and teasing your smile, and you, rolling your eyes but secretly loving the way he saw you. Through the lens, even the quietest days seemed to feel alive.

You traced a finger along the camcorder’s edges, the faint outline of his fingerprints etched invisibly into its surface. Four years. It had been four years since you had left the UK—four years since you had left him. You told yourself that what you did was for the best, that you needed to grow, chase bigger dreams.

Part of it all was true, but the other part, the one which you didn’t say out loud, was the reason why your chest tightened even now. Was because Lando made you feel too much, and you were not sure you could bear it any longer.

You grabbed your laptop, briefly hesitated over the laptop’s keyboard before finally connecting the camcorder. The familiar chime of recognition echoed through the room as your laptop detected the device, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervous anticipation.

It had been years since you last thought about these videos, let alone watched them. As the files began to load, thumbnails filled the screen—tiny, burry windows into the past. You clicked on the first one, and the second is the screen lit up with a younger version of yourself, smiling awkwardly into the lens. Lando’s voice filled the room almost immediately.

“Come on, you can smile better than that!” he teased from behind the camera, chuckling.

Without even realizing it, a small smile tugged at your lips as you watched. The video playing one after another, each one showed a snapshot of your lives back then. There were clips of you on spontaneous trips—forests, city streets, karting, and endless car rides with Lando singing loudly and off-key while you laughed at him.

There were also quieter moments—rainy afternoon when you were sat by your bedroom window, lost in thought, while he filmed you from across the room, calling it aesthetic. Lando captured everything, from the highs to the lows.

The memories felt vivid, almost too vivid, as if you could reach through the screen and relieve those moments. It was the year he had started his Formula 1 career, and the first time you saw him truly chasing his dreams with everything he had, and were beyond proud of him. At the same time, it was also the year you were filling out endless applications to universities in America, unsure of where you wanted to go or what you wanted to do in life. It was like you were both standing on the edge of something new, something big, and it was both thrilling and terrifying.

It was also the year you finally admitted to yourself that what you felt for Lando was no longer just friendship. You had been so close for so long that the shift felt almost imperceptible at first—lingering glance here, flutter in your chest there. But you acknowledged it, there was no going back.

You found yourself looking at him differently, noticing the little things about him that had always been there but suddenly felt so significant. The way how his eyes crinkled when he laughed, his curly hair, aquamarine eyes, the quiet focus he had when working on something he cared about, and most of all, the way he always seemed to know exactly what to say to make you feel better.

But you kept it to yourself. You couldn’t tell Lando, not when he had told you so casually, like it was nothing that he liked someone.

“I don’t even know if she feels the same,” he had said, voice laced with uncertainty.

For a brief moment, a hope sparked in you. Maybe after all this time, Lando felt the same way about you. Maybe this was the moment that you had finally been waiting for.

But that hope shattered almost immediately when he pulled out his phone and showed you a photo. The girl’s name was Luisa, and she was stunning. She was everything that you were not—model, successful, gorgeous, has a radiant smile and a presence that seemed magnetic. Luisa was exactly Lando’s type, and you knew it.

The realization hit you harder than you had expected. You felt dumb and foolish, for even thinking one second that Lando could ever see you that way. You were not like Luisa, you were not the kind of girl who turned heads or made people stop in their tracks. You were just…you. Lando’s best friend. The person he could have a joke with, confide in, and lean on, but will never see you anything as more.

So you stayed quiet. Buried your feelings deep, gaslighting yourself that everything was better the way it is. The less you talk, the less you risked losing him. Maybe if you kept on pretending that everything was fine, you could learn to let him go.

A new clip began to play. You were seated on the edge of a bench, face scrunched in frustration as you ran a hand through your hair. The sound of Lando’s laughter crackled through the speakers, light and teasing, as he zoomed in on your expression from behind the camera.

“You’re such a drama queen,” he said, voice laced with amusement.

It was clear that from that clip that he was trying to cheer you up. It had been one of those moments when everything felt overwhelming. Your plans, future, and feelings. Yet, even in your frustration, Lando had managed to make you laugh. He always did. Watching it now, you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at how young and naïve you looked.

But the video carried more weight than just a frustration afternoon. That day, you had a front-row seat to another chapter in Lando’s pursuit of Luisa. It was the day he told you that he finally confessed his feeling to her, and you could still remember how his voice sounded. It was a mix of hope and vulnerability as he recounted every detail, but his excitement had quickly dimmed when Lando explained how his confession had met an uncertainty from Luisa, not really sure how she felt about Lando.

You remembered how that hurt him, even if he tried to hide it behind his usual bravado. It was one of the few times you had seen Lando genuinely shaken, his confidence chipped away by a single sentence. Still, it did not stop him, if anything, it only made him more determined to win her over.

This is exactly what Lando is—relentless, persistent, unwilling to let go of something he wanted.

Then there was you, caught in the orbit of it all. A pattern had started to form, one you did not want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore. Whenever Luisa turned her back on him, when his texts went unanswered, or her attention drifted elsewhere, Lando would always find his way to you. His calls would come late at night, voice low and tinged with sadness as he stumbled through excuses to keep you on the line, and you, despite knowing better, would always answer.

Those were the moments you chastised yourself for loving. When Lando was hurt, when he felt small and alone, he always came to you. You were the person he confided in, one he leaned on. It almost felt like you mattered to him in the way you wanted to. Even if you knew, deep down, that it was not that. That it was temporary, a band-aid for his bruised ego—you couldn’t help but savor the attention.

But then, inevitably, Luisa would give him the smallest bit of her time, and you would become invisible to him again. The calls would stop, texts would taper off, and Lando would be lost in the glow of her half-hearted affection. You would feel the ache of being left behind, sting of knowing you were nothing more than a safety net, a placeholder, a convenient fallback plan.

It was a never ending cycle you despised, one that made you look at yourself with pity as you played into it. But whether it was out of hope or some cruel sense of inevitability, you stayed. You let it happen. Time and time again, picking up the pieces when Lando fell apart, only to watch him hand them back to her the moment she glanced his way.

It was always like this. It had always been like this, and somehow, despite everything, you definitely hadn’t learned your lesson.

The video continued to play, the faint static of old footage mixing with Lando’s voice can be heard, his laughter like a distant echo from another life. As you watched yourself on the screen—smiling, frowning, existing in a world where everything felt so much simpler—memories came rushing back, faster and heavier than you had expected. They were not just simple memories of moments, they were reminders of how deeply you felt, how much your life revolved around Lando without you even realizing it.

Your feelings for him had always been the silent undercurrent of your friendship, unspoken but ever-present. You had spent so much time trying to convince yourself that it was just a phase, that you would grow out of it, but you never did.

Instead, those feelings rooted themselves deeper, becoming a part of you. You wondered if the reason you hadn’t moved on was not because you could not, but because you hadn’t really tried at all. Maybe you were afraid, maybe life felt easier when you let it stay messy, undefined—when you clung to the hope that Lando might see you differently someday.

But the reality of it all was far less romantic. You had become his backburner, a place he turned to only when he had nowhere else to go, and the most pathetic part? You didn’t even mind. You let yourself burn quietly on his backburner, knowing full well you would never be the main thing in his life.

No matter how many times you say to yourself that it was okay, that you could handle it, deep down it ate you. There wasn’t anyone else you wanted, there hadn’t been for years. It was always him, it will always be Lando—his laugh, his voice, his stupid smile that made you forget the pain he caused by just being himself. You hated it, and yet you couldn’t even let it go.

Your memory reeled in to that one particular night, a night etched into your memory like a scar. Lando had called you on facetime, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone. His eyes were red, voice trembling with raw emotions as he told you what happened with Luisa.

She had hurt him again, made him feel small in a way that he couldn’t quite put into words. Lando looked so broken, so unlike himself, that it made your heart twist in ways that you did not want to admit.

And yet, you couldn’t help but tease him. You told him how he looked ugly when he cried, masking your own hurt with humor. But inside, there was a flicker of something else—something cruel and selfish. You felt happy that he thought of you in that moment, that you were the person he called when everything else in his life fell apart. It was sick and twisted, and you couldn’t have hated yourself more for it, but it was the truth.

At the same time, you felt conflicted, torn between two versions of yourself. Part of you wanted to scream at him, to tell him how much he had hurt you by treating you like an afterthought. But the other part of you, the part that still believed in him, in the friendship you had shared since you were kids—wanted to comfort him, to be there for him even if it meant breaking yourself in the process.

You always knew how it would go. In a week or so, Lando would be back on his feet, back in Luisa’s orbit, and you would fade into the background again. He would stop calling, texting, and you would be left alone again, waiting for the next time he needed you. You wished you could stop caring, that you could let him go and just move on, but you couldn’t. You cared too much, loved him too deeply, and it was destroying you.

You stayed. You stayed because even though it hurt, even though it made you feel small and invisible, there was still a part of you that believed in him. In the boy who had once held your camcorder, laughing as he filmed you spinning in circles in the park. In the friend who had always been there, even when it felt like the rest of the world wasn’t. You believed in him, even if it meant you couldn’t believe in yourself.

You checked the timestamp on the video and realized it was nearing the end. The final clips began to play, taking you back to a day you remembered so clearly—the beach trip. The screen filled with bright sunlight and sand, camera jerking slightly as Lando filmed you running along the shoreline, wearing one of his bucket hats and sunglasses, your laughter ringing out over the crashing waves.

You watched yourself as if through someone else’s eyes—carefree, alive, darting back and forth like a puppy with boundless energy. Lando’s voice came from behind the camera, teasing you for your antics, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the memory.

It was one of those days you had hoped would change everything. Lando wasn’t thinking about Luisa then. He was with you, laughing, joking, making you feel like maybe you mattered more to him than you let yourself believe. You had clung to that slight flicker of hope every time he drifted back into your orbit, telling yourself that the moments he spent with you would eventually outweigh the hold Luisa had over him. But you know then, deep down, you knew better. You had always known better.

The last clip began to play. The two of you were in one of his cars, the camera shakily capturing the scene as he handed it to you. Lando had insisted you try driving it, grinning with the kind of reckless confidence that was so quintessentially him. You know that he hated someone driving him, especially that it was his car, but he didn’t even hesitated when it came to you.

The video was cut to him standing outside, filming you through the windshield as you tried to maneuver his car into a parking spot, and it was a disaster. He zoomed in on your face, flushed and irritated, as you waved frantically at him to get back inside of his car and help you. Your lips moved as you shouted something at him, your expression twisted in mock anger, but it only made him laugh.

That sound, the sound of his laughter—echoed through the room as you watched yourself scowling at him, completely oblivious to how the moment would look years later.

When the video finally faded to black, you sat there in silence, staring at the black screen of your laptop. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as a sad smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. The memories left a bittersweet feeling in their wake, filling your chest with an ache that never really went away.

You always knew the truth. You would always be in Lando’s corner, even when it felt like he had forgotten you existed. You would stay, waiting in the shadows, knowing full well you were his second choice, or maybe not even a choice at all. Yet, you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, you had settled on being Lando’s backburner long ago, content to exist where he had placed you, because even the smallest scraps of his attention felt like more than you deserved. You knew it would never be enough, but it was all you had.

When you left the UK, you had never properly said goodbye to Lando. You couldn’t face him—not after everything. It had been the hardest thing you had ever done, leaving the place where you grew up and leaving the person that mattered to you the most.

The day you were about to board the plane to America was supposed to be the start of something new for you. But it also turned out to be the same day Lando and Luisa had finally gotten together. It didn’t make sense at first, you had been too wrapped up in your own plans to notice anything strange.

You were so focused on your own future, dreams, and adventure that lay ahead. But the moment you realized what had really happened, the gut-wrenching truth hit you all at once. Despite everything, despite all the years of friendship, despite the deep feelings you had kept buried, Lando had never said a word to you.

The first sign came two weeks before your departure, when you noticed he had not contacted you. Not once. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had spoken, and then, one evening, it hit you. While youwere scrolling through instagram, lost in the sea of photos and videos, you saw it.

Lando and Luisa standing together in a sunlit paradise. They were everywhere—clinging to each other, smiling like they had always been this happy. Their arms wrapped around each other, looking like the couple everyone thought they were meant to be, living out the kind of romance you had always imagined for yourself—only, it was not with you.

It stung more that you could have imagined. It felt like a cruel grip and punch to the stomach—seeing them together, seeing him in a way you never thought you would. There they were, living life, having fun in Dubai, while you had been silently fading into the background, unable to say anything, unable to be anything more than just a shadow.

It suddenly made the decision easier for you. Maybe it was petty, or childish. But at that moment, it felt like it was the only way to protect yourself. You didn’t need to say goodbye, or talk to him again. You didn’t think that talking or saying goodbye to him would even change anything. You didn’t want to face the truth anymore—didn’t want to admit how much it hurts to be forgotten, be pushed aside while he moved on.

So, you did what you had to do. You packed up everything, every piece of your life that had been tangled with Lando’s, and left. You left without a word, without any explanation. The silence between you felt so final, so complete, as if you were never even meant to matter.

When you landed in America, you didn’t waste any second. You changed your number, blocked him on social media, deleted every trace of him from your phone, from your mind, from your life. It was easier that way, right? No more reminders of what you could never have. No more wondering if he still thought about you. It was better to start fresh, even if starting over meant leaving everything you knew behind. You never looked back, at least that’s what you told yourself.

You gently closed your laptop, the soft click of the screen snapping shut, and disconnected the camcorder. You wanted to throw it away, erase it from your life entirely, but something stopped you. Maybe it was the hope that one day, you could look at it without all the pain attached to it, or maybe it was the attachment to something that had once meant so much.

With a deep sigh, you placed it back in the memory box, careful not to let it settle to heavily among the other momentos you had packed away. You knew you wouldn’t be able to part with it—not yet at least. Instead, you pushed the box deeper into your storage room, where it would sit quietly for now, out of sight but never far from your mind.

You stood there for a moment, staring at the box as if it might somehow speak to you, but all it did was remain silent, like everything else in your life that you had tried to put behind you. The soft sound of snow falling outside caught your attention, and you moved toward the window, your gaze drawn to the soft flurry of while blanketing the streets below.

Christmas was approaching in just a week, and for a brief moment, you wished you could go home, back to your family, to the familiar comfort of the holiday season. But the thought quickly passed. Home felt too far now, and you had your own life to navigate, a life in New York that, for all its challenges, had become a place you had grown to love.

You turned away from the window and began to change, pulling on warm clothes fit for the snow outside. It wasn’t much, just a quick errand to stock up on groceries before it got too dark. You didn’t mind the task, it gave you a reason to get out, to take in the city and its wintry charm. The air was fresh and crisp as you made your way out of your apartment, locking the door behind you with a soft click.

The world around you was calm as you stepped out into the quiet of the snowy streets, snowflakes falling gently around you, almost like a veil between you and the hustle of city life. New York felt different in the winter, quieter somehow, even as the holiday decorations began to shine brighter. Streetlights casting long shadows across the snow, and you admired the festive cheer that the city wore like a second skin. You had seen the Christmas tree lighting at the New Haven Green just last week, a tradition that always brought a sense of warmth despite the chill in the air.

Walking through the snow, you felt a small sense of contentment, something you had been searching for but hadn’t fully realized was within reach. The lights, crisp air—all of it made you feel like you had carved out a space of your own here. You hoped that it would stay that way, that the peace you had found wouldn’t be disturbed, even as the holiday season and all its chaos loomed on the horizon.

The grocery store was just a few blocks away, but your thoughts drifted to other things—nothing too heavy, just the soft hum of city life. It had been a peaceful walk, but then, you froze.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of something, or rather someone, someone so familiar in the distance. Curly hair that you could picture in your sleep. At first, you thought it was a trick of the light, a resemblance that your mind conjured up after hours of rewatching old videos. You quickly dismissed the thought, trying to shake it off. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t be here.

But then, as if the universe had conspired to pull the past back into your life. The person looked up, and everything in your world stopped. It was him.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. The air around you seemed to thicken, sounds of the city dimming in the background as you took in the sight of him. Lando. In New York. Of all places he can be in right now, why was he here?

It had taken a long time to convince yourself, year after year, that you were fine, that you had moved on, that everything was better this way. Yet here he was, standing only a few meters away from you, the same familiar figure that had been a part of your life for so long.

You both stood there, frozen in place, just staring at each other as people around passed you by. Neither of you moved, as if the moment held too much weight to let anything else happen. It was like time had bent around you, your mind racing, questions swirling, but none of them found their way to your lips. You couldn’t speak, you weren’t even sure you could breathe.

Lando stood there too, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that everything else feel irrelevant. You knew he hadn’t expected to see you. Not here, not like this. Yet, there he was—right in front of you, a ghost from your past made flesh, making the familiar ache in your chest resurface.

You had thought you were done with him, that you had moved on, but standing here, with him so close and yet so far, you realized that maybe you had not moved on as much as you thought.

The world around you seemed to hold its breath.

I think I can tell my frontal lobe is in the process of developing….. hear me out on this one.

So obviously as you grow up things about you change like preferences and stuff…. Well not me …. I’m autistic changes scares me from time to time…. But a few weeks ago… I woke up earlier than usual… and instead of having an absolutely shot day because of a schedule change… I felt okay… if that makes sense…

First Time Meeting the Family.... Me Too

Todays Images are merely the outfit for the chapter, Her hair and make-up and the pastries that will be mentioned later on. Also I'm sorry it took me so long to post this. My group project partners left me to pick up all the slack and I spent three days of nonstop writing and research to get that done (No warnings for this chapter... Maybe some cursing I think) Bold = Lance Italics = Reyanni Reyanni's Thoughts Lance's Thoughts Reyanni's POV "I'm worried lance.... what if your parents and your sister doesn't like me... or what if I say the wrong thing... or what if I forget how to speak English" I'm cut off by Lance cupping my face in his hands.

"Listen to me Rey... They are going to love you just as much as I do. You are an amazing woman... and you mean the world to me now take a deep breath...and let all your worries fade"

I had the urge to give him that look you give someone when they say a slew of bullshit... but I resisted and grabbed the boxes of pastries from the car. I figured it wouldn't hurt to bribe them with sweet treats....Right.... right? The moment he knocked on the door I felt my hands begin to tremble. But I pushed my worries behind me and put on a brave smile. If it’s one thing my mama always said it’s greet people with a smile, so that's what I'm gonna do. And as we entered the house I found myself regretting many things, my outfit, my haircut, the pastries I had brought along.. I knew my therapist was useless as hell.. Because why did taking three deep breaths not work. When we got to where his parents and his sister were sitting I felt more nervous than a parent when their baby says fuck in a church.  . . . "Hello.. My name is Reyanni" Can't go wring with an introduction right? I don't know if I should hold my breath or just go with the flow.... you know how anxiety likes to send little songs through the mind to try and calm you. Mines isn't doing that. Mines is playing Flamingo by kero kero bonito.... hopefully someone says something before I start singing it out loud... that would be awful if I did... . . . . To Be Continued.

I'm sorry its so late. Finals Kicked my ass. and I'm pretty sure I need to retake one of my classes that I'm currently failing by .5 points because the professor is a woman who hates to see women go places in life. Since it's break time I should be able to complete this mini series soon.

@yeea-nah @princessminjikwon

stop taking off your clothes i came to trauma dump

Hey guys… finals are kicking me down like an angry wasp in a hot locked car 😭 but I should have the next part of the Lance series uploaded by tomorrow night at the latest…. Maybe….

Meet Cute... Not Really

Warnings: Does cursing need a warning? Really bad translations (my other languages are a bit rusty)

This story begins with two total strangers meeting on a disgustingly rainy day. Some may enjoy the rain.. Reyanni does for sure.. But there are those who prefer the sunshine or even the snow compared to what pain the rain usually brings... for once it brings a meet cute? Not really?

The moment Lance went for a walk down the streets of Switzerland in a thin jacket and an old umbrella while skies were dark, would be one he'd remember for a lifetime... How could he forgot afterall it was the day he met our darling main character....

November 9, 2022~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

The moment she saw that man enter her bakery she knew she was in for a journey. Some people say that they don't believe in an automatic interest.... but for Reyanni, the moment she locked eyes with him she knew three things.

She loved the way the rain seemed to make him look like a wet puppy.

She hated the way he entered her bakery with a scowl

She knew cleaning and tending to her Aphrodite altar before she left home that morning was a great idea.

So of course she decided to get closer.. by working the register (because in her words it's her bakery and she can do as she pleases). When he finally got to the register and she asked if she could take his order something in the air shifted. This feeling however shattered the moment he harshly placed an order for a black coffee and a slice of banana bread while looking down at his phone. He was quite snarky with it which rubbed her the wrong way 

Reyanni POV

If he wants an attitude, I'll give attitude. 

“Your total is 7.50 and I need a name for the order” 

At that moment he finally looks at me. And I feel what little integrity I had left slip away like the sun behind the clouds on a rainy day. Now I know what you may be thinking….. Reyanni don’t fold for a random ass man on a random ass monday…

“Could I also add a cheesy hashbrown bagel to that order”

“Uh sure… your new total is 11.25”

And just as soon as he came… he left.. Leaving nothing but curiosity and a tiny bit of unbridled rage… But i’d probably never see him again.. How stupid of me to believe that

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A few days later that same handsome stranger walks in. but this time she talks to him beyond taking his order and he responds… from there he becomes a not so regular customer until they exchange numbers. It’s only after five months of texting and phone calls that she learns that he’s no ordinary man, but a formula one race car driver. Despite his worries she doesn’t care one bit about that.

Quick little note: I'm not feeling too confident in this chapter but I wanted to get it done (mother nature snuck up on me so now all work is grueling) Anyways hope you all enjoy and the next part should be up within the next two days, it's exam season so I don't have a set schedule.

Just saw a Lando Norris TikTok edit that altered my brain chemistry…. I think I need a nap now…. Also part one of the series should be out in a few hours, im trying to make sure there aren’t too many grammatical errors….

The edit in question btw ^^ credit to Piastrifilmss on TikTok

That's Crazy, You Know what isn't crazy... Food

Lance Stroll X Plus Size OC Warnings: I guess cursing counts as a warning.. oh and there may be some spelling errors but that's because it's exam season and I'm drained. FC: PhaithMontoya The day they met was probably one they’d never forget. Reyanni was 22 when she inherited her grandma’s bakery and she was 23 when she met him…. Lance Stroll was an enigma to her. And to Lance… well she was everything. Coming soon to tumblr near you : Sweet Enigma

It’s finals week… I ain’t risking nothing…

I hate when I’m reading a story from a fic rec master list and tumblr refreshes… it gets worse (I can’t remember who posted it) 😃

I swear my relatives make me wanna commit crimes.:.. because what do you mean your girlfriend is coming to dinner with her four kids….. I didn’t bake enough pies and Mac n cheese for five extra people…. I asked weeks in advance for who all would be attending so there would be enough food 😭 now I gotta buy more noodles to make more Mac n cheese…

My playlist is giving me ideas when I should be typing up a paper…. Because after Deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo went off and All because I liked a boy by Sabrina came on…… maybe I don’t have writers block…