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ποΈ:: almost a month later (??) didnβt feel like that to for me because work has been beating my ass but I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless . 2nd part to this
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pleaseee headcannons about lando x frenemies to lovers cause I feel like thatβs so fitting for him idk (if u want to ofc)
okay three facts about meeee
I loooove partying with close friends ESPECIALLY during summer, I love sad music and I have terrible sleeping problems π
donβt stress yourself tho if no ideas pop up lovely!!
youβre genuinely the sweetest <3 and yes lando absolutely embodies this trope π€ (i hope you enjoy it ππ)
an: for some reason this made me think of roommate!lando? thoughts? π«£
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FRENEMIES TO LOVERS: ft. lando norris
truly, you donβt even why lando aggravated you to such an extent.
he wasnβt rude to you in any way
just, annoying
what you do know, however, is that regardless of his irritating smirk and sarcastic quips, you couldnβt help but be pulled to him.
in a crowded room, you could be found bickering in a corner together, closed off to the rest of the world.
it was always over something ridiculous β him claiming your shoes were ridiculous and you countering on his horrendous jumper.
at get togethers with your friends, something frequent in the summer months, you would often be arguing about everything.
about the music:
lando removing from queue, and outrightly refusing to play, your music (deeming it βdepressingβ).
you βaccidentallyβ disconnecting the bluetooth from his phone.
about the food and drinks:
lando adding way to much alcohol to the punch that you two had been tasked to organise
you ordering way too much food βjust in caseβ (itβs fine, it was on landoβs card anyway)
lando objecting to the insane amount that people now need to eat (okay so maybe you did go slightly overboard-)
he however, (rarely) could be a godsend:
maybe you were on a group holiday, renting a villa in the outskirts of a quiet town.
it was late, and you couldnβt sleep.
and, it was late enough that your phone touch was needed for you not to fall down the flight of stairs as you made your way to the lounge.
you got the fright of your life when you span around the corner and saw a silhouette sitting on one of the sofas., only a lamp illuminating him.
your phone clattered onto the floor in a loud noise.
you were expecting a snarky comment about your dramatic entrance, or the mismatched socks that you wore.
he must have seen the darker circles under your eyes from your lack of sleep, but he didnβt mention them.
all he did was move over slightly so there was room for you to sit next to him.
wordlessly, he draped the blanket that had been previously folded next to him on you.
you sad silently, watching the crappy crime show that was over 40 years old, that lando had on.
after the repeated plot formula becoming obvious after 5 episodes, your eyes finally felt heavy.
you didnβt notice that you fell asleep with your head on lando.
you didnβt know that he refused to move β even to grab the remote β as to not wake you.
you didnβt find out until morning and one of your friends had taken a photo of the two of you together, that he fell asleep too.
for the rest of the holiday, there were jokes of if you two were βgoing to take an afternoon nap togetherβ, or if lando βmisses you when he sleptβ.
one thing your friend said seemed to stick with you a little more than the others: βi knew you two had a thing for each other β donβt you see the way lando looks at you?β
(this was not proofread-)
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: a maxivstappen post ?? in 2025 ??? whatβs going on
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a/n: hope you enjoy my first lando fic!! iβm going to try really hard to not have this be too similar to other fics π«£ please reblog if you enjoy <3
content: fake dating, famous!reader, cheating scandal, misinformation, reader is implied to have a drinking problem
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celebritynewsofficial β HERE THEY ARE! Paparazzi photos from last night of Jackson Edwards and Y/n L/n kissing outside of a bar in the streets of London. Neitherβs management team have responded to us asking for any comments on the situation. Our thoughts go out to Sophia Roth, Edwardsβ fiancΓ©e.
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user10 tagging them both is FOUL
user11 y/n looks so out of it in these
user12 frfr she can barely stand up
user13 do you not remember that article last year where a βclose sourceβ revealed that she had a drinking problem??
user14 well at least their film will be getting a lot of publicity π
user15 DAMN i forgot about that!!
user16 they haven't even finished their press tour π iβm honestly looking forward to the next set of interviews they do
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user18 what a good day not to be on y/nβs pr team
user19 you couldn't pay me enough money to defend her
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ:: i know i said i want to write more angst but after dylhitm i felt like finishing this. this might be nastier than the fwb one so beware and have fun! (ALL of these are rushed and i know that carlos didnβt exactly steal them but who cares)
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DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING ?
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β½ο½‘β distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right? β lando norris x reader based on βdid you like her in the morningβ by nikki
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst π 1.7k words
You loved a loud life just the same as he did. You enjoyed the traveling, the partying, the sleepless nights, hell, even the stressful nights you wouldnβt trade for a peaceful, quiet, boring, normal life. You were eternally grateful for having a job surrounding the same tracks Lando is driving on, even if that was rather a lucky coincidence instead of a thought-through plan.
You loved it not only because it meant youβd get to be close to your boyfriend most of the time, more so because you got to experience the loudness with him. The parties, the race weekends, just everything. Youβd have it without him too, and no doubt, you would have tons of fun doing so, but of course itβs better with a βsuper cool hot famous boyfriendβ by your side, as he liked to call himself.
You loved it, until you couldnβt anymore.
Not as dramatic as it sounds. You were invited to a wedding of an old friend back at home, and Lando, for obvious reasons, couldnβt attend with you, so you flew out the country by yourself, giving Lando one last good luck kiss a few days before the Las Vegas Grand Prix. You missed him dearly, but you also missed your friends at home whom you havenβt seen in what felt like forever, and really, whatβs a better reason for a reunion than a wedding?
But thatβs where the trouble began.
You liked to call yourself independent. Very independent, even. You didnβt have a problem with being far from Lando for a few weeks, and while you of course loved him more than anyone else in this world, youβve stated before that in case of you losing the job for whatever reason or if you just couldnβt travel with him anymore, youβd think a long distance relationship would work just well. At least for you.
Of course, the constant missing your partner would complicate things, but thatβs still no reason to break up a relationship that has lasted for longer than three years already. At least thatβs what you thought.
Lando liked to call himself independent too. Very independent, even. Too bad itβs all a lie.
Lando has always hated the idea of being away from you, or rather the idea of you being far from him. Itβs not like he didnβt have any trust in you, itβs just become normal for him to always have you at least somewhat in his reach. Thatβs how your relationship has always been, you were coworkers before you were lovers.
He didnβt mind you taking a few days off. He also didnβt mind you wanting to spend some time with your family and friends who were still located far, far away from wherever you two would usually have to travel to for the many races. However, he did mind you not being near him.
It bothered him more than heβd like to admit.
Youβve talked about it before, talked about him being too needy and too possessive from time to time, but never once have you two fought about it. You thought you never would, and you were right. Your departure was slightly painful for the both of you, but it was only 2 weeks that youβd be gone, and itβs not at all like you couldnβt stay in contact. So there was nothing to worry about, right?
Or so you thought.
The moment you arrived at you local airport you saw your mom run up to you, caging you in her arms as if to never let you go again. Your father wasnβt far behind, and then came your brother. It was a sweet little moment of a family reuniting as a whole again. And even though you wanted to set your whole focus on the few next days to come, the lovely wedding and the friends you once lost on the way who youβd now finally see again, Lando never really left your mind. You just didnβt understand why, you werenβt usually like this.
Maybe it was just that after five years of knowing each other and three of those spent dating, you did grow somewhat dependent. you knew it wasnβt the truth, but blaming it on a simple thing like that seemed terribly easier than giving in to the thoughts of what could actually be the cause of it. You didnβt have any time for that. You werenβt here to think about work or about Lando, but about the things that were right in front of your eyes, which at this moment was the beautiful white wedding decorated with all sorts of flowers of sunset hues.
The wedding was held on a beach, surrounded by the dreamy sound of waves crashing and seagulls singing their own nupital melodies. You arrived with one of your old friends Nina, both of you wearing long and flowy pastel dresses, just as the dress code ordered you to. The day went on with you two crying at seeing one of your childhood friends getting married, listening to the heartfelt vows of bride and groom.
Your mind immediately went to Lando and you standing at the altar like they did. You knew it was too soon, and you knew he didnβt have time for marriage, even less for planning a wedding, but you still couldnβt help it. You really did miss him more this time, and throughout the whole ceremony, the feeling of something being incredibly off only intensed.
But the night came, and the feeling faded. Or at least the drinks made it do that.
You were sitting with Nina and two guys you used to be very close with at the dim bar near the dance floor when you suddenly noticed something light up inside your purse. You didnβt mind it at first, not wanting to be rude towards Tom who was trying to talk to you without stumbling over his word completely, but the shots you downed beforehand made it undoubtedly harder.
Your phone lit up again. Slowly getting on your nerves, you decided to wait until Tomβs attention was fixated on Nina again to then check your messages and - missed calls?
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Lando hated how his mood changed whenever you were gone. It felt as if there was something missing when you werenβt there waiting for him at home after debriefing or after PR events and whatnot. He missed your hugs and kisses, your smile and most importantly, just your touch.
Truth be told - but never to you - when you first started dating, for Lando, the thriving point was attraction. One month in, thatβs when he realized that he wasnβt getting rid of you any time soon. Not that he minded. Two months in and the two of you made it official, of course not without any drama because how was a McLaren driver allowed to date a McLaren employee? Two weeks and the conversations and the hate online slowly died down, but your relationship kept on blooming. There was just one thing that somehow had Lando incredibly confused - why did your relationship suddenly feel more like you couldnβt get rid of him? Why did it feel like he was the one attached to you instead of the other way around?
Not that it felt bad or anything, he was just very used to have the girl being that dependent on him, to always want his attention, to always ask for his opinion on everything. Now he was the one all over you, and you didnβt mind it at all. You had the man you love wrapped tightly around your finger, just like he had you. For three years now.
But that didnβt help him right now, not with jealousy nagging at his side like a demon. You were out, enjoying your time with people you loved, and while he should be happy for you, he spent his time rather annoyed at you not being where he was. Itβs only been a week, and work has already failed to keep his mind off of you. And he hated it. He knew it was the day of the wedding, and he was done wasting his time only thinking about you, so what else was there for a man to do instead of going clubbing with the guys? He hadnβt spent time with them in a long time, neither had he gone clubbing these past fem months, too caught up with Formula 1. So this would be okay, right? Just some drinks to keep his mind off of you.
Right?
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15 missed calls from carlos sainz.
that was weird, you thought, and your stomach dropped and you felt the dread creeping up your consciousness. It had you feeling weaker than ever.
You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom, though every step towards it made it harder and harder to breathe.
What if something had happened to him? A work incident? Then how did Carlos know? Were they hanging out and he hurt himself? Were they out and someone there hurt Lando?
Did something happen to your Lando?
Your finger hovered shaking over the green button until you finally decided to press it and call the Ferrari driver back. Not even a single beep was heard before he huffed out your name as if he had been yearning for you to finally phone him back.
βCarlos? Is everything okay?β The Spaniard could practically feel your distress through the screen and he swore heβs never felt an urge so strong to punch someone right across their face, let alone his best friend Lando Norris.
It took some time for realization to set in. Your breathing had slowed down but the chills all over your body told that it was a sign far from good. Very far from good.
You could still make out the faint sound of Carlosβ voice as you locked the door of the bathroom stall furthest in the back, however, every word that came after βLando cheated on youβ somehow wasnβt comprehensive to you.
You just hope heβll still like her in the morning, cause you, for sure, werenβt coming back.
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featuring ; max verstappen , lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , george russel , daniel ricciardo , franco colapinto
ποΈ :: this is nasty and the guys are horny. have fun (this is really smutty pls beware)
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ββββββ ββ ββ LANDO NORRIS #4
WRITTEN FICS βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ
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β© THE GREATEST
synopsis :: being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right?
angst , hurt no comfort (yet) , 4.4k words
β© TRUE BLUE (THE GREATEST PART 2.)
synopsis :: he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart?
angst , hurt and comfort , fluff , 4.1k words
β© DID YOU LIKE HER IN THE MORNING?
synopsis :: distance can lead to stupid, reckless decisions. but lando knows better than that, right?
angst lol , 1.7k words
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β© WHAT A COINCIDENCE ( FT. CHARLES LECLERC #16 )
part of : short nβ sweet special
synopsis :: charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things donβt work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?
angst , sweet revenge
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β© BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS
angst , fluff
can I request text au in which you hide that youβre sick because you didnβt want to bother him etc π
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featuring ; max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
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ββββββ ββ ββ F1 GRID TEXTS / CHATS
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β© grid x manager!reader
β© grid x brotherβs best friend!reader
β© exes to lovers texts
β© they get jealous
β© calling them a good boy
β© giving them the silent treatment
β© break up texts
they text you after the breakup
β© sending suggestive texts to the wrong driver
β© they find out you cried
β© they notice you hid being sick
[ feat. franco colapinto instead of logan sergeant β ]
β© friends with benefits with f1 drivers
β© when they steal your panties
β© when they cheat on you
you move on after they cheat
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congrats on 1k again mel π€ i'm so proud of u!!
i'm requesting for ur event: the lyrics "you make me wanna fall in love" from "juno" by sabrina, and the driver is oscar piastri
౨ৠMAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE β§Λ. OP81
౨ৠPART OF MY 1K EVENT & my short n' sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
summary β you said it was casual, but you both knew it wasnβt. he liked to tell people that heβs certainly not in love with you, so maybe you just had to make him fall in love.
a/n β thank you so much for your constant support mlπ₯Ή im not too happy with how this turned out, but i hope you enjoy reading anyway <3 based on the song βjunoβ by sab!
warnings β kinda smutty?? jealous!oscar, making out, very suggestive, hints of angst, english isnβt my first language, not proofread
It really wasnβt your fault.
You decided to keep it casual as to not get him into any drama, so that people know his focus was keen on racing - becoming a world champion and whatnot - and also for your sake, because the hate, if you werenβt used to it, really could become unbearable, and the last thing Oscar wanted was for you to have to deal with any of that, you were just way too precious to him for that. So the decision was made. No strings attached.
Stupid, right? No strings attached is something to settle on before being all the way into it. Because at that point of your relationship, there was no way to keep it casual anymore. The only way was to take a few things that had been said two or three times too often back. To leave it all behind and really only do those things for βurgent needsβ . No more spending the night or cooking together or meeting up without the friend group or sneaking away from said friend group just so he could finally rip the dress you had been teasing him with all night right off of you. But he had other plans, he seemed to just keep going with it. Telling you how much he missed you every time he was back from the long weekends, repeating the same three words over and over again as he makes his way down your thighs, kissing every clothed and unclothed spot he could reach from under you.
The first time it happened it was simply an accident, at least thatβs what you told everyone. At least thatβs what you told yourselves. But your touch and perfume still lingered even after a week, so the next time you saw each other at a birthday party of one of your mutual friends, Oscar couldnβt keep his hands off you either. Confessions of being attracted were spoken out loud and the only thing keeping you from taking it farther was nothing more than a mental holdback. You were scared of the public. He was scared to see you hurt because of that.
After a weekend during summer break spent together you asked him to finally decide on where to go on from this. He blurted out that heβs not in love, so there was no reason for things to get complicated. Your breath hitched. Casual hookups was what he said. Friends with benefits, you chuckled, seemingly angreeing with him as to not make this situation any weirder, even if it hurt just a tiny bit. But he was right. You had a different idea of a perfect life than he had. Racing was his passion, being in the spotlight was part of the sport, and you couldnβt even handle having to hold presentations in class because you hated being the center of attention. You two were just too different.
So yes. It is his fault! Because if heβs really, after all these lovey-dovey moment shared, still not in love β like you admittedly were β then he should stop acting like he did. Why would he get you flowers every few weeks? Why would he gift you a whole vacation with your best friend including hotel, trips and things a sane person wouldnβt even ask for for your birthday, and the rest of your friends would only get a normal birthday card and occasionally whatever small thing they had wished for? If you were really just casual, then why did he treat you as if none of this was ever just casual at all? Why did he treat you like his girlfriend if he so confidently stated that heβs not in love with you just months ago?
He couldnβt expect you not to want him to fall for you too if he was the one who made you fall for him in the first place. As if the βcasualβ sex wasnβt enough already, he just had to do the most romantic shit for you as to not let you get over him at all. He wanted to play with your head, he made it obvious. Too many mixed signs, too many actions done but too little words said. Lucky for you and for him, two can play the game.
If he was sooo sure heβs not in love with you, which he just had to be, maybe you just had to make him realize his loss if he ever lost you. You had to make sure he knew that you were desired also by men who werenβt him, and since itβs his fault you fell for him in the first place, he should be the one who has to face he consequences of not loving you back.
In other words, a little jealousy clearly wouldnβt hurt him.
You were getting ready in the bathroom of your apartment together with your best friend, βjunoβ by Sabrina Carpenter playing in the background while you gossiped about whatever came to mind β including Oscar and you. It was a secret to everybody else, but not to her. She was the one you cried to after Oscar told you he didnβt have feelings for you.
You finished up your makeup with some lipgloss, and once you were final,y content with your accessories and outfits, you made your way over to your friendβs, jackβs, birthday. Everybody was there, including Oscar. And Lando. His only ally and his biggest rival. If that didnβt make him crack, then nothing would, but you decided to try, at least. Lando and you got along alright already when you had only just met, and he was the first man to point out that Oscar and you arenβt just friends, right?
So when you suddenly put your hand on his arm, slowly rubbing up and down his biceps, he was confused at first, and then caught up on your quick nod in Oscarβs direction while holding eye contact with him. Lando didnβt mean to do him any harm, but as much as he loved his teammate, he would never be one to turn down an opportunity to mess with him like this, especially not if he knew it would, at last, make Oscar snap so he didnβt have to listen to his hopeless whining about his relationship with you being oh so complicated. Just ball up and confess, man.
It was innocent at first. Just simple touches, your hand on his chest for just a tiny second because you needed something to steady yourself on as your reached behind him to grab your drink from the small table the couch stood in front of, or his arm around your waist when you all stood next to each other to take a round of shots. Lando was certainly amused and your best friend was winking and giggling at you the whole night, seemingly loving your plan, because Oscar was definitely reacting.
His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch that smug look right off of Landoβs face. How dare he touch you when he knew that Oscar, his own teammate, loved you?
Oscar thought it was better like this. Playing pretend instead of facing the truth, and he was pretty damn good at doing so. He was sure you believed him when he said that he doesnβt want your relationship to include anything other than moments of lust, he thought it was easier that way. He thought it would make things less complicated, thought he could live his life without having to put you in any danger, live his life without needing you by his side every second of his damned life if he just put some boundaries. Surprise! It only made things worse, plus apparently, guys seemed to think you were available now, thought they could have you like only he can. And it made him fucking furious.
So when you stood up to pour yourself another drink in the kitchen, he followed, of course not before shooting the other driver for McLaren a death glare. Lando sighed and leanded back in his seat, happy to see your man finally making a real move. He hoped so, at least. Oscar closed the door after entering. It was only you two now.
βFancy another beer?β You asked calmly, but the feeling in your stomach was far from calm. This could end in complete rejection, maybe he could see right through your faΓ§ade and thought you were childish for doing this? But how could you not?! Oscar himself made you do it with his mix of signs every damn time you saw each other!
He shook his head.
The tension between you was palpable as he watched your every move, back turned to him. You felt awkward, but tried to ignore it. The light was dim, and you could still feel the bass vibrating through the floor and the walls coming from the speakers in the living room. Was music this loud even allowed at this hour?
You finished pouring yourself some more champagne when you saw him walking over to you in the reflection of the glass cupboard in front of you. You sucked in a breath, not daring to say anything, feeling slightly hazy from the alcohol youβve drunken in the past few hours already. His cologne became starker as he stepped closer to you, eyes closed as you let the familiar smell of him take over you completely. You only opened them again once you realized he caged you between himself and the counter, pressing himself against your behind. He started softly kissing down your neck behind your ear, almost tickling you with how light his lips felt against your hot skin. You wanted this, you wanted him. But his touch wasnβt nearly enough, you wanted all of him, and not just his body. Every yet so little interaction you had during the evening left you with butterflies going crazy in your tummy, yet he never seemed affected, not until Lando came into view. Did he really only want your body and not more?
βWhat were you doing with him, y/n?β
Nothing but a moan left your mouth as he gently bit into your skin, sucking on your sweet spot as you subconsciously rubbed up against him. You didnβt even want to reply, you just wanted him to keep caressing your skin with his mouth. βTell me what you were doing with Lando, huh, baby? What were you thinking?β
βOscar I-β
βKeep talking or Iβll stop,β he whispered as he made his way down your back and then back up your shoulder, kissing and mouthing at every spot. Thankfully your best friend had convinced you to wear the backless top, you thought.
You huffed. This felt so humiliating, but you couldnβt keep going like this, not when he makes you feel like this and then leaves like nothing ever happened. You lived a lie and it was time to stop.
βI was trying to make you jealous so that you would finally stop and do something!β
Oscarβs furrowed his eyebrows and stopped in his tracks, hands still on you. What were you talking about The tension came crashing down onto your body once again, his doing not distracting you anymore. You seemed to want to have this conversation, and Oscar could easily put some of his lust away in moments like these. You didnβt get a reply, the cue for you to turn around and face him. You were still caged between him and the counter, his hands steady on either side of you now as he leaned down to look at you. you couldnβt focus like this, not with him so close to you and with the alcohol running through your body like blood. You looked up at him with doe eyes, prettily batting your lashes even if your mascara was slightly smudged already.
βStop what? Talk to me, please. I didnβt like seeing you with him,β he looked concerned. Worried even, worried about what he might have done wrong. He wanted to be with you, keep you as his, so why would you want to stop being exactly that?
βWhy donβt you love me?β You whispered, tears forming in your eyes. You hated it, but it was inevitable. The confrontation was overwhelming you anyway, and being under the influence managed to make it a lot worse. Your hands were all shaky and so was your every breath as you anticipated his reaction, expecting rejection but still hoping for more.
βI- What? Why would you think that?β
βMaybe because you literally said so?β
βUhm, okay fair point. Listen y/n,β he sighed, and you could practically hear your heartbeat throbbing inside your chest. He thought for a second, but didnβt say a thing. Instead, he grabbed your face and kissed you like never before, he kissed you with more than just passion, he kissed you with love. his fingers wiped away a tear that had rolled down your face, kissing and holding you as gently as he could. βDonβt cry on me, y/n, please donβt,β he begged as he now kissed down your cleavage, leaving lovebites on your collarbones. βWas just being stupid, didnβt wanna hurt you baby, thought long distance is too hard,β he said something, anything to make you understand that the only reason he didnβt confess was because he was scared of his life not being compatible with yours, and not because he didnβt love you.
You smiled into the kiss once he reached your lips again. Youβd have to talk about it more tomorrow morning after taking some aspirin, you knew, after all, that youβd go back home with him. It wasnβt enough to make it official, you werenβt boyfriend and girlfriend, but you finally had the guarantee that he felt the same way, that he loved you just like you did him.
Oscar swore himself at that exact moment, when he felt you smiling while his lips were dancing against yours, that he would never make you feel so unloved again. It wasnβt his intention in the first place, but seeing your beautiful eyes filled with tears because of him made his heart shatter, and he never wants to see you like that again, not if he was the reason for your pain. And even though you did have to make him realize through making him jealous, you certainly didnβt have to make him fall in love with you.
Because he already was.
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π§ β send me a song or certain lyrics of a song with a driver and iβll write either a completely written fic, a smau or a drabble β or whatever youβd prefer β based on the music you requested. you can also request multiple songs or lyrics of different songs and iβll combine them into one fic
πΏ β send me a driver and a number. iβll shuffle through my playlist until iβve reached the number you sent β and then iβll write a fics based on that song with your driver.
π· β send me a picture of a driver and iβll write a small blurb or drabble based on it
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π€ β ask me anything! anything youβd like to know or might find interesting, go ahead and send me an ask :) wether that be about my fav driver, about other fandoms iβm in, or about my hair colour, iβll answer :)
ποΈβ send me a number of times i should shuffle through my playlist β iβll tell you about the song and if it has any special meaning to me etc. [they usually do]
WHO I WRITE FOR :: lando norris , oscar piastri , charles leclerc , arthur leclerc , carlos sainz , lewis hamilton , max verstappen , daniel ricciardo , logan sargeant , sebastian vettel , nico hΓΌlkenberg , alex albon , george russel , kimi antonelli , lance stroll , yuki tsunoda , pierre gasly , olli bearman , franco colapinto
ABOUT OTHER REQUESTS :: i will come to them at some point, but for now iβll focus on this event! i might combine some, but in other cases, please be patient with me <3 my (still not published) short βn sweet series will also be paused so i can focus on this, unless of course people request fics for songs from SnS ;)
and finally . . .
THANK YOU ! β
this is such a huge milestone and iβm so grateful to each and everyone of you <3 your support is what keeps me motivated to write more and more and the least i can do to thank you is writing those specific requests for you. love ya and thank you !
౨ৠWHAT A COINCIDENCE ! β§βΛ.
౨ৠpart of my short nβ sweet series (not posted yet) ౨ΰ§
smau β angst & sweet revenge
pairing β charles leclerc x reader / lando norris x reader ( fc: sabrina carpenter )
summary β charles has a habit of running back to you whenever things donβt work out between him and alex, but how long will you be willing to keep up with his shit?
warnings / disclaimer β none, just some swearing!
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6th February 2024 - @.yourusername β just posted on INSTA!
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yourusername the only thing that surprised me yesterday was, in fact, the cake β¨ wouldnβt have wanted to spend it any other way β thank you for all your birthday wishes <3
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landonorris β pretty girl
-> β₯οΈ by @.yourusername β
carlossainz55 β @.landonorris omgπ₯Ή youβre growing up lando
user3 @.carlossainz55 NOT HIM SIDING WITH LANDO THIS IS SO MESSY
user1 i cannot handle everything thatβs happened yesterday and today
user2 @.user1 whatβs going on?
user3 @.user2 charles and his ex got together again right on y/nβs birthday and sheβs very obviously throwing shade in her caption (saying sheβs not surprised because alex and charles are always on&off) + lando just called her pretty girl???
user2 @.user3 omg queen, lando should make a move
milliebobbybrown β happy birthday bb
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user4 @.milliebobbybrown eleven what are you doing here
user7 ICONIC ICON
user5 oscar and lily were there, carlos, lando, george and max were there, where the hell was charles??? he didnβt even like the post
user6 @.user5 heβs with alex again :(
user5 @.user6 WHAT
user6 @.user5 yes even worse, he left the morning of her bday to fly out to alex
user7 @.user6 nobody confirmed it stop talking shit
user8 @.user7 charles was seen at an airport just that morning + it wouldnβt be out of character for him, heβs always been like this + he wasnβt at her bday party but they were still seen together one day before + half of the grid was there but he wasnβt
user8 the caption is so ironic ππ
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23rd August 2024 - @.landonorris β just posted a story on INSTA! (playing: coincidence by y/n l/n)
@.yourusername replied : i love you more lanπ₯Ή
@.danielricciardo replied : i thought your obsession would stop now that youβre together but these past months have all proven me very wrongπ
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yourusername what a coincidence! Iβve got a few surprises for you! first of all, my new single βcoincidenceβ is out now! second, music video for said song is coming tomorrow ANNNNNNDDDD surprise surprise surprise!!! MY NEW ALBUM βShort nβ Sweetβ COMING OUT NOVEMBER 13TH <333
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user1 ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR ALBUM OF THE YEAR
user2 i want her so bad
user3 @.user2 same
user4 IS THAT LANDOβS HEAD ON THE FOURTH SLIDE
user5 @.user4 IT IS
user6 @.user4 HEβLL BE IN HER MV I THINK
user7 @.user6 OH MY GOD
user8 i want both her and lando
user9 lmao charles in the likesππ
user10 probably wants her back
landonorris β π€π€
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user11 @.landonorris @.charles_leclerc omg look charles!π§ itβs not that hard to interact with and post your girlfriend !!!
user12 @.landonorris PLEASE GET MARRIED HAVE KIDS PLEASE
user13 im gonna stream this til my neighbours know the lyrics by heart
oscarpiastri β lando wonβt shut up about you
carlossainz55 β @.oscarpiastri he never will
user14 i love how theyβre all friends with y/nπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
user15 oscar and carlos interaction in y/nβs comment section might be my favourite thing ever
user16 please more charles hate songs π
mclaren β streaming rn as we speak
user17 THE ALBUMβS COMING OUT ON LANDOβS BIRTHDAYπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή
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first smau ever !! probs not the best but i hope you like it anyway :)
Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they donβt have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$
βΊ THEY TEXT YOU AFTER THE BREAKUP ΰΌβ§βΛ.
requested ? yes! multiple times :) hope this lives up to your imagination. part 2 of this.
[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]
βΊ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !
ok but what about ur f1 boyfriend noticing that u tried to hide from him that u cried earlier??
YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND FINDS OUT YOU CRIED ΰΌβ§βΛ.
hurt & comfort + fluff !!
requested? yes, see above :) thank you sm for requesting! im working on getting requests done as well as a charles fic iβve been writing for some time now, so stay tuned
[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]
βΊ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !
BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS ! LANDO NORRIS X READER BLURB
best friend ! lando who holds you tight after you came crying to him because your boyfriend cheated on you
best friend ! lando who spends every free second of his time with you, always making sure youβre distracted enough to not think about what your ex did to you
best friend ! lando who always takes you to his races, happy to see you smiling and giggling next to his mother in the McLaren hospitality
best friend ! lando who comes running to you first after a race as you kiss his cheek, congratulating him on his performance, relaxing into his embrace
best friend ! lando who loves seeing how well you get along with the other drivers and their girlfriends
best friend ! lando who gets constantly teased by oscar about the way he looks at you, how he admires you, and how heβs scared to ask you out
best friend ! lando who secretly blushes every time he stumbles over an edit or a tweet about the two of you, the fans already speculating about wether itβs really just a βfriendshipβ or something more
best friend ! lando who sees you getting ready in your apartment for yet another first date, an unimpressed and disapproving look on his face
best friend ! lando who waits for your call, knowing heβd have to pick you up after that date. they never go well
best friend ! lando who finally cracks when youβre sitting in his car crying because no guy seems to treat you right
best friend ! lando who wipes away your tears with his hand, his fingers gently caressing your cheek
best friend ! lando who tilts your head to make you look at him, leaning in to finally kiss you
best friend ! lando who smiles into the kiss as you do the same, butterflies erupting in your tummy
best friend ! lando who has that warm, fuzzy feeling inside his body as he glances at you in his passenger seat as you doze off, driving you back home with a steady grin on his face, his cheeks painted in a warm pink
best friend ! lando who is absolutely in love with you.
i want him so bad lolz ΰΌβ§βΛ. [ masterlist / previous post / requests open ]
Part 2 breaking up with f1 boyfriend? I just need like them begging to get back together but they donβt have to I just would love some closure if possible. ?!$
βΊ THEY TEXT YOU AFTER THE BREAKUP ΰΌβ§βΛ.
requested ? yes! multiple times :) hope this lives up to your imagination. part 2 of this.
[ my masterlist / recent post / requests are open ]
βΊ reblogs and feedback are very very appreciated !
heyaaa!! i absolutely love love love your blog and ur texts so so so much!! i was wondering if you could maybe do one where the reader sends a suggestive/flirty message to the wrong driver? and then itβs just confusion and embarrassment hahah
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
requested? Yes! See above :) thank you sm for your kind words! this request has been sitting in my inbox for some time now and I finally had the motivation to do it! Iβm currently working on completing all my smau/chat requests (not in a specific order - just what I wanna do atm) so if you requested something and itβs not yet posted, please be patient :) working on actual fics in the meantime as well
crack! + suggestive β requests are open β> masterlist β> previous post
a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !
THE GREATEST β TRUE BLUE
[ part one / masterlist / requests are open ]
β½ο½‘β part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) π 4.1k words
β Lights out, youβre not here holding me β
Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasnβt on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasnβt yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.
The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.
At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker theyβve known for so long, they realized he wasnβt. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβt care less about his friendsβ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said itβs because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. Heβd rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.
If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.
He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if youβd ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.
He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldnβt think about you, not here. But like always, he couldnβt help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldnβt happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβt afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?
β I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep β
You couldnβt sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never shouldβve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didnβt send you off to sleep on the couch.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didnβt dare to turn on the TV. Itβs been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. Heβs so far away and yet, it didnβt make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldnβt do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldnβt be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldnβt help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.
β Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave β
And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβt want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didnβt leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didnβt hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.
You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβd be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβs known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?
Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldnβt even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.
Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβt good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβt seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didnβt want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.
The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβs suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldnβt even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.
β I try to live in black and white but Iβm so blue β
The race went well, but he didnβt really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.
Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβt spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didnβt even know why he lost you anymore, he didnβt know what the hell it was that made him believe you werenβt made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβs favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.
The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβd left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.
Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.
He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesnβt even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasnβt as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didnβt reach him.
βDude, I think your girlβs here.β Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didnβt pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isnβt you at the moment. Couldnβt they just give up? He wasnβt ready yet for someone else, he didnβt even know if he wanted to be with someone that isnβt you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didnβt want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.
He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.
Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasnβt quite sure, to get his order. He wasnβt certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldnβt stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, youβd come back?
He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.
He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didnβt pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβd walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didnβt match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldnβt be you, right?
Oscarβs words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.
It was really you.
You tried to enjoy the party, but you really werenβt doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking youβd be hitting it off with a guy youβve been talking to for some time, but that wasnβt the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if youβd like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didnβt have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.
And then you locked eyes.
The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldnβt move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.
You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβt dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.
βI didnβt know youβd be here, thought Iβd seen Oscar but I wasnβt sure,β you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; youβd done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβt process actually being in his presence again.
βYou still wear the dress?β
βItβs, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβt even feel the same way, maybe he didnβt even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβd hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.
βIβm so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβt stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβknow, would probably be better for you as well, βcause you deserve better than how Iβve treated you at the end and I donβt want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβt know what to do! And now youβre here and I swear Iβve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, βIf giving up racing means youβll let me come back to you, Iβll do it.β
Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasnβt one to joke about racing, ever. βLando you canβt just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβt work before Lan I just- donβt give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβt, you have so much ahead of you still,β you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.
But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if youβd let him have that second chance too.
He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. βIβll do it for youβ, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.
Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldnβt feel like this again, but youβve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Landoβs perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldnβt ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.
Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that youβd have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and thatβs all that mattered for now. Itβs gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how youβd manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didnβt care about any of that, simply content with having you again.
He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.
β Iβd like to mean it when I say Iβm over you, but thatβs still not true. β
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THE GREATEST β TRUE BLUE
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β½ο½‘β part 2 of THE GREATEST. he tried to live without you, but how is one to survive with a broken heart? a story based on TRUE BLUE by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader (could technically be read as a stand-alone)
αΆ» π π° angst, hurt & comfort, hints of fluff (?) π 4.1k words
β Lights out, youβre not here holding me β
Lando had never before felt the way he did the day you left him. Seeing you walk through that door, intending to never come back to him ever again, it pained him. It took him too long to realize how much he hurt you, and now he had to suffer the consequences. He swore it wasnβt on purpose, but when his friends told him that also the third girl he had brought along since you broke up with him resembled you in a way, he stopped denying. There was no use. The guys knew, the internet knew, he knew that he wasnβt yet over you. And he thinks he never will be. You left an empty place in his heart, a place that would forever be reserved for you only and you only. No matter how hard he tried to find someone else, no one would ever be able to replace you.
The girl he brought to the first race after the summer break was long forgotten already.
At first, everyone around him believed him when he said he felt happier now without you. But the moment he went back to his old ways, the heartbreaker theyβve known for so long, they realized he wasnβt. The girls always looked like you. He only rarely smiled anymore and he couldnβt care less about his friendsβ relationships, even going as far as faking a gag or simply not coming to hang out with them at all. He said itβs because he needs to focus on racing. They knew it was because of you. Lando was yet to tell them why the relationship ended. Heβd rather crash his car and DNF in every race for the rest of his life than to ever have to talk about the night you left ever again. He felt embarrassed and bad and was so terribly regretful. Only his parents knew the whole truth. He told them with tears caressing his face just like you once did, and seeing the disappointment in their eyes, he felt his heart rip apart even more. They had loved you so much, only waiting for the day he would finally go down on one knee for you, and now he messed it all up.
If he could just go back and make it all alright. Make you feel unconditionally loved wherever you went, make you happy, keep you happy. He would change it all if he just had the chance, but he knew you deserved better. Maybe one day, he could be better again.
He is ready to give up the very thing for you that had made you leave him that night if youβd ask him to. Racing would never again mean as much to him as you, though broken up, still do to him.
He was currently seated in his McLaren, waiting for the lights to go out so he could try his very best to overtake max at the start already. He should have his mind on the track. He shouldnβt think about you, not here. But like always, he couldnβt help it. He hoped to see you in the stands once he was able to get out of the car again. He hoped to see you wave and smile at him, run into his arms and let him kiss you all over, do all the things he had failed to do so many months ago. He knew it wouldnβt happen. He believed anyway. The lights went out and the cars began moving. He tried his best, he always did, but he wasnβt afraid to lose anymore; for what was it worth to win a race when he had faced the greatest loss of them all already?
β I count every tear down my cheek instead of sheep β
You couldnβt sleep. You could never sleep while he was racing. Especially when he was on the other side of the world, which is why you went with him last season, and also at the start of this one. Maybe you never shouldβve. Long distance was hard, but you managed. He felt farther away when he was still sleeping next you every night. At least when he didnβt send you off to sleep on the couch.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, but you didnβt dare to turn on the TV. Itβs been months, you should try to live without him. Without seeing him. Without feeling for him. His races had nothing to do with you, neither did the outcome. And god, if he wins and you have to watch him kiss someone else again you might as well just take his racing car and drive right into the nearest wall. Heβs so far away and yet, it didnβt make you love him any less. You huffed, fear slowly building up inside of you. You knew you shouldnβt do this, you had to wake up early tomorrow and really, it wouldnβt be that bad to miss a race once or twice, but you couldnβt help it. Reaching for the remote, your eyes were flooded with tears and your heart stung like never before when you saw him driving out there. You were rooting for him nonetheless. Just months ago you had watched the races from inside the McLaren hospitality, but now? All alone in your bed, anxiously following his every move. You would never fall asleep like this.
β Sleepwalk, find myself on your street. Three knocks, ring the bell, then I leave β
And there you stood high up in the stands the next weekend, head hanging low as you didnβt want any fans of him recognizing you, back in his territory. You tried to ignore him, you really did, but your eyes kept following him around the paddock and didnβt leave him even while he was doing the quick interviews he had to do on his way there. And honestly, it kinda felt like home. Attending the races. Being near him. Being with him. You missed it more than anything else in the world, and you felt pathetic for it. He hurt you every way he could, and still, he didnβt hurt you enough to make you hate him. And you really wanted to hate him.
You went to the race together with one of your friends from uni. You bonded over formula 1 and your shared passion for the sport and quickly became very good friends. However, she had to leave soon, moving to another city for a better starting point for her career. Hence, you decided to save some money and go to a race together for the last time; for now, at least. You still remember the way she looked at you when you told her you were with Lando. The way you swooned over him to her, and the way you cried your eyes out when it all ended. You really thought youβd be able to spend the rest of your life with him, and now all you had left of him were memories. Sheβs known you long enough to immediately notice your longing after him the moment your eyes locked onto his dark brown curls. Your heart fluttered and it made you nauseous. One day this would stop, right? Your feeling must fade at least sometime, or was this all just wishful thinking? Could you not just get over him like everyone else got over their exes and start dating someone new?
Your heart ached. He was so close, not out of reach anymore, not on the other side of the world anymore, but still, there was no way of getting back to him, the crash barriers and the grandstand keeping you away, and it felt like the end of your relationship all over again, with him on the track and you sitting and waiting patiently on the sidelines, always at least an arm length distance between you two. You shouldnβt even want to get him back. You left out a sigh as he walked into the McLaren hospitality, finally out of sight. But still not out of mind.
Your friend huffed next to you, and finally decided to try and convince you to talk to him after the race while you were still in the same place, to get closure at last. You knew it must annoy your friends and maybe even your family that it was so hard for you to just move on. They put effort into understanding, but still, Lando wasnβt good to you, at least not in the end. Many would treat you better, but you didnβt seem to care. You quickly shook your head no, telling her how he probably didnβt want to talk to you and that catching him after the race would be nearly impossible, with bodyguards and tons and tons of interviewers and cameras around him.
The conversation ended soon after, as the lights went out and the drivers hit the gas. You pondered for a second, reconsidering your friendβs suggestion, a weird feeling building up in your stomach. Maybe you shouldnβt even be here, maybe you should *leave* after the race and never look back. But to your dismay, every sense in your body was telling you to stay.
β I try to live in black and white but Iβm so blue β
The race went well, but he didnβt really care. Of course he was happy, the whole team was euphoric for their two drivers who secured place 2 and 4, huge smiles plastered on their faces. Once he was done with the post-race interviews he left to go back and get some rest inside his apartment, at least until the others came around to drag him to the afterparty, slandering from one club into the next one.
Everything felt so lonely without you. His bed was cold even when he was hidden under his blanket, and the dining room was nothing more than a reminder that he wasnβt spending his evenings with you. Watching TV got boring. Everything got boring. He didnβt even know why he lost you anymore, he didnβt know what the hell it was that made him believe you werenβt made for him, making him believe there was actually something more important than you in this lifetime. You haunted his every thought, and even though he truly only wanted the best for you, deep inside him, he wanted you to still need him as well.
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror, gently buttoning up his shirt like you used to do, always leaving the 3 highest ones unbuttoned. He missed your touch, your eyes looking up at him and your hands always reaching for his. His arms would be wrapped around your waist and his head would be leaning on your shoulder, sneaking a few, small kisses up your neck as you changed your earrings for the night, the imagine of it painted onto your fast beating heart as you stood in front of the full-body mirror in your apartment, finishing up your accessoires. You wore a blue dress that covered your thighs, not reaching your knees. It hugged you in all the right places, accentuating your features. It used to be Landoβs favourite, but you had no other alternative, not having brought any other dresses. Your friend insisted on going clubbing anyway, desperately wanting to finally get him off your mind for one night at least.
The other drivers were loud and happy and drunk and Lando sat next to them, staring at his already empty glass. He knew how this would go. At some point, either the drivers or one of their girls would tap his shoulder, saying they have a friend they think he would really like, and if he would like to be introduced to her. He would agree so they would finally keep their mouths shut, he would talk to the girl. Maybe they would kiss if he drank enough. Maybe he would take her home. Maybe he would think about you the whole time, maybe he would accidentally call her your name. Maybe he would wake up in the morning and would be happy that sheβd left, content with it only being a one-time thing and not meaning anything.
Because, in the end, nothing meant anything without you.
He pretended to laugh at the jokes of his friends, but really, none of this was fun to him. These nights were nothing more than a constant reminder of how he used to have his fun while you were waiting for him at home, cold and sad and alone. How could he be so stupid and leave you alone all the time? He doesnβt even know why he did it anymore. He yawned, very obviously not enjoying the party. Yes, it was nice seeing his friends so happy, the mood wasnβt as tense as it was around and on the track and the people inside the night club were vivid, dancing and drinking, seemingly having the time of their life downing countless beverages, but still, the happiness didnβt reach him.
βDude, I think your girlβs here.β Oscar pushed him slightly, two vodka bull in hand for himself and Lily. Lando didnβt pay him any mind and rolled his eyes, not really in the mood for talking to any girl that isnβt you at the moment. Couldnβt they just give up? He wasnβt ready yet for someone else, he didnβt even know if he wanted to be with someone that isnβt you at all. Ever. Instead of arguing with Oscar about how he didnβt want to hear from any other girl right now, he went to get another drink as well.
He pushed through the dense crowd of people, navigating through the cacophony of laughter and piercing yelling that seemed to echo from all directions. The deafening loud music blasting through his ears made it difficult to focus, and the harsh sound of glass clunking together only added to it. The colorful LED lights rapidly switched from green to red to purple to yellow in a matter of seconds, creating a dizzying light show that overwhelmed his vision. This sensory onslaught of sounds, sights, and sensations overstimulated his senses, making each step forward feel like an effort.
Finally at his destination, he waited for the waiter or waitress, he wasnβt quite sure, to get his order. He wasnβt certain what his plan was that night at all. Sleeping around or not, you wouldnβt stop haunting his mind anyway, so was it really worth it? Getting drunk and trying to make his nights feel less lonesome? Or should he just wait and really focus on his carrer again until maybe, one day, youβd come back?
He ignored the possibilty of you not coming back at all.
He let his eyes wander around the scene unfolding in front of him, occasionally making eye contact with random girls who winked at him and tried to get his attention, but he didnβt pay them any mind. Frustration started to bubble up inside of him as the wait for his drink seemed to go on for forever, until suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.
Lando was certain that in a room full of people, he would always be able to notice you first. He pondered if it was you whenever heβd walk by a girl with the same hair colour as you, immediately dismissing the thought when he saw a face that didnβt match yours just a second later. But this time, it was different. The hair ressembled yours without a doubt, and of course he remembered the dress he had bought for you so long ago; never once had he been able to keep his hands to himself when you wore it. The height matched you perfectly as well. But it couldnβt be you, right?
Oscarβs words replayed in his mind and he finally understood what he meant. Who he meant.
It was really you.
You tried to enjoy the party, but you really werenβt doing so well. Your friend had left you near the bar, thinking youβd be hitting it off with a guy youβve been talking to for some time, but that wasnβt the case. he left just five minutes after to go home, asking if youβd like to come with him. You denied, but your friend was nowhere to be found, having found someone in this club herself. It was scary being alone in a club full of drunk, intoxicated people, even more so when you sensed someone staring at you from behind. You didnβt have to worry about things like that when you were still with Lando, with him always stuck to your side, a protective arm hanging around your shoulders. you shuddered at the thought, and dared to turn around to find the very person who was looking at you so steadily.
And then you locked eyes.
The world suddenly went quiet. All the chaos, the noise, it all faded into the background, no sound to be heard other than the synchronised, rapid beating of your heart. It seemed as if the only two people in that room were you and him, only the void surrounding the two of you. The LEDs turned blue, engulfing you and him, the light accentuating your features and he couldnβt move even if he wanted to, stuck in a trance of what this could mean for him in the future; what this could mean for you both. Time seemed to stand still. He wanted to run to you, to hold you, to tell you how much he missed you, but his feet felt like they were glued to the floor. His breath hitched and so did yours, all the yearning, all the longing hitting you and him at lightspeed.
You walked towards him, each step filled with electricity. The tension was palpable, his mouth agape as you stood in front of him, only centimeters away from closing the gap between you. There was so much he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to apologize, so many things he wanted to make right, but he didnβt dare to say things first, afraid too scare you off. The last thing he wanted is for you to leave him again.
βI didnβt know youβd be here, thought Iβd seen Oscar but I wasnβt sure,β you started, stumbling over your own words, laughing awkwardly, then biting your lip right after. He noticed, because you always did that when you were nervous; youβd done it too when you broke up with him. You wanted to blame it on the alcohol, but that would be a lie, one he could look right through of. You just couldnβt process actually being in his presence again.
βYou still wear the dress?β
βItβs, uhm, quite pretty, so yeah.β You nodded along to your own words, gulping at the tense and awkward silence right after, looking down at your shoes, the sight of him in this light still not leaving your mind. Maybe he didnβt even feel the same way, maybe he didnβt even want to talk to you. Maybe you already made a fool of yourself when you made your way over to him, maybe you really shouldβve just stayed at home. But at the same time, this is what youβd hoped for this whole time. To finally see him again.
βIβm so sorry for what I did to you, y/n, please believe me. E-Ever since you left, I couldnβt stop thinking about you. Not once. I tried to move on, yβknow, would probably be better for you as well, βcause you deserve better than how Iβve treated you at the end and I donβt want to have to put you through that again but I just- I miss you so much, I donβt know what to do! And now youβre here and I swear Iβve been waiting for a moment like this and-,β he stopped for a second, heavy and shaky breaths filling the silence, βIf giving up racing means youβll let me come back to you, Iβll do it.β
Your teary eyes widened and you looked up at him again, staring into his. One could take it as an empty promise. But you knew better than anyone else that Lando wasnβt one to joke about racing, ever. βLando you canβt just- I- I mean, racing? It didnβt work before Lan I just- donβt give up your dreams for me, please? You shouldnβt, you have so much ahead of you still,β you sighed out, every single part of your body overwhelmed like never before.
But Lando was certain. He traced every yet so small feature of your face and body with his eyes, and he knew in that exact moment that, no matter what, he could never lose you again. Not this time. Not when fate hat somehow brought you together once again, giving him a second chance to make it all better. Question was now if youβd let him have that second chance too.
He lifted his hand to gently wipe away the tear running down your cheek, having you lean into his familiar touch. βIβll do it for youβ, he said, and that was when you broke apart, legs feeling numb and wobbly suddenly. Tears streamed down your face as you took another step forward and he wrapped his arms around your body out of reflex, gently placing soft kisses on top of your head, tearing up as well as your cried into his chest.
Maybe it was bad, maybe you shouldnβt feel like this again, but youβve never once after the breakup felt as at peace with yourself and your as you did now, even if you were in a loud and busy club, surrounded by drunk and high people. You managed to push them to the back of your mind, the familiar scent of Landoβs perfume calming your senses. It felt like home. Maybe he really did owe you something, and though you once were anguished because of it, you wouldnβt ever deprive him of the joy of racing. There would be a way through it without having to abandon any of your or his dreams. There must be if you want it to work out, and you were sure that this time, it would. And so was he.
Lando took you home with him that night, not before you shot your friend a quick text message, afraid she might think you were kidnapped or whatnot. You knew that youβd have to fly home again in two days. He knew that too, but there was no need to rush things anyway. You were still his and he was still yours, and thatβs all that mattered for now. Itβs gonna be weird explaining this to your friends and your family, but neither of you minded it as long as it meant you could be with each other again. You would have to talk things through and see how youβd manage the race weekends and the events and the media - but not now. Now, with you calmly and lightly snoring in his arms, he didnβt care about any of that, simply content with having you again.
He promised you before you drifted off into your tranquil slumber that he will make it right this time. He will be there for you no matter what, he will defend you and take you with him and show you off and love you like already should have done all these months ago. This time, he will put in the work and the appreciation and the effort, and then, you will finally be able to be the greatest.
β Iβd like to mean it when I say Iβm over you, but thatβs still not true. β
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ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
requested? Yes! See above :) lowkey angst obsessed at the moment which is also why landoβs text is based on this fic of mine ! Currently working on part 2 of that exact fic as well as some other text requests. i hope to still be able to post regularly even if schoolβs getting in the way a bit
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THE GREATEST
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β½ο½‘β being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right? a story based on THE GREATEST by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst, swearing. iβll write a part 2 if requested π 4.4k words
β Iβm trying my best to keep you satisfied β
Loving a formula 1 driver, let alone being in a relationship with one, wasnβt easy. But that didnβt stop you. In fact, you were sure nothing was ever going to be able to get in between the love that Lando and you shared, the kisses and the late night cuddles, the fun family dinners and the celebrations of his milestones. Everything was so perfect.
Yes, sometimes itβs hard to meet his standards, sometimes having you leave your own family to go attend races with him, or the blatant flirting he would still be partaking in at after-race parties, it was definitely a flaw of your relationship, but maybe you shouldβve just worn something prettier or done your makeup in a different way, in the end itβs your fault if his attention wasnβt keen on you, right?
But no matter what, you were ready to do it for him. Heβs your main priority, just as he should be. Thatβs what makes a relationship a functioning one, doesnβt it?
β Let you get your rest while I stayed up all night β
Of course you werenβt always his main priority, but who were you to judge him? Heβs a professional racing driver, itβs not only a job but a complete career, and he wouldnβt trade it for anything in this world. Having a world championship under his belt, that was more important than you. You just have to live like that, someone had to put in the work for the relationship. And because it definitely wasnβt Lando, it was you. But you didnβt mind, youβd do it all over again for him. Because you truly loved him, and to you, there was nothing in this world stronger than love.
So when you both finally get home after a long race weekend, you donβt mind doing the cooking and cleaning and laundry for him. You also donβt mind him going to sleep while youβre up packing up luggage for him and you to depart for the next GP. You wouldβve appreciated some skin contact after such a busy and nerve wrecking weekend, but if he needed rest, then he should have it. You could rest another time, maybe during the flight or while he was spending time with his friends. You werenβt sure why, but Lando always insisted on not having you with him, always making up excuses why you couldnβt come even if in reality, you were at βhomeβ trying to get used to the new place youβd have to stay at for the next week. Maybe you wouldβve preferred being with him, or having him with you, or being in your home country with your loved ones he was yet to meet, but thatβs okay. He had his fun with his friends and their girlfriends, thatβs what mattered.
Maybe he didnβt want you there because, while he dated a girl heβs known since forever, a girl who knew him before his win and his fame and his career, all the others were dating models and successful women. Maybe you embarrassed him a little bit, so you were understanding when he told you to stay at home. His fans didnβt exactly love you either, so actually, it was really thoughtful of him not to have you by his side when he went out, because then his fan base and the news wouldnβt be able to pick at every little flaw you had, which you had surprisingly lots of, as the media told you.
The clock read 5am when you finally finished packing up the luggage and went to bed yourself. Well, not the bed but rather the couch, because Lando had just previously told you not to wake him if he was already asleep, and who were you to rip him out of his peaceful slumber when he had so much pressure on him the last three days? It was a little cold, but thatβs okay. It was just kinda difficult to fall asleep on the small, hard, uncomfortable couch.
The clock read 8am when you woke up to prepare breakfast for him and you.
β And you donβt wanna know how alone Iβve been β
You knew better than to complain. Of course you felt a little bit alone in the huge apartments while he was away, spending time at the track or in the gym with his friends. How could you not? You were in a country youβve never been in before, a country with no familiar faces or friends or people you could talk to besides the McLaren team and well, your boyfriend. But in the end, Lando showed you the world. And you had to be grateful for that. Even if he basically just pushed you around the world and then picked you up again when it was time to travel farther. And god, how you missed your family. And how deeply you wanted them to meet your one and only love, Lando. It was sickening, the need to be at home again.
One time after a long day of qualifying, you told Lando about your homesickness and that you felt a bit alone on this journey.
He got mad and told you if you wanted, you could just leave. Heβs not keeping you here. 20 minutes after, you were stood in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. Your response to βAre you actually fucking crying right now?β was a quiet βI was just cutting onions.β
His reply to βI thought we were eating together, I made dinnerβ was βIβm going out to eat with Charles and his girlfriend.β
You felt your heart break in that second, but he was just mad and not thinking straight. Outbursts are okay sometimes.
β Let you come and go, whatever state Iβm in β
You spent the whole evening and night crying, putting his food in the fridge in case he was hungry later. The tears didnβt stop until he came back through the door, obviously a bit tipsy. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and told you how sorry he was, telling you that next time, he would take you with him to dinner. You knew it wasnβt true, and he knew as well.
At least you felt his touch again, his arms around you and his rough fingers caressing your cheek. That was worth the tears and the unappreciated cooking.
β Man am I the greatest? My congratulations β
Miami GP β24. Landoβs first win in his Formula 1 career. You were the proudest girlfriend in the world and you couldnβt wait to celebrate his win with him tomorrow, knowing heβd be busy partying with the others today. Youβre in Miami, after all. And he has just won. Of course he had to celebrate that with his boys, surrounded by beautiful women and loads of alcohol. He would never cheat on you, but you were sure he wouldnβt mind being in the presence of some women who were gifted with a prettier face and body than you were. Thatβs okay, at least he doesnβt use you for your looks.
As he stood there on the highest step of the podium, smiling like a little kid who had just fulfilled his dreams, smiling like he once had smiled at you, it made you so incredibly happy and emotional and you couldnβt wait to finally see him and give him a big celebration kiss.
Once he was back in the paddock he told you to wait until the cameras were gone. You didnβt get a hug either. Not until you were back in the apartment.
At last. you got your hug and a kiss. As a goodbye before he left with Max.
β All my love and patience, all my admiration β
The day after, you woke up at 7, waiting for him to wake up while you were already up in the kitchen, baking a small cake with a βoneβ on it, all decorated in orange.
Even if you were left unsatisfied yesterday, that didnβt stop you from still feeling eternally proud of him, and proud to be able to call yourself his girlfriend. He was so dedicated to the things he loved, it was a pleasure to watch him go through life with his determination. Racing was his passion, thereβs no shame in sometimes forgetting your girlfriend for it.
He finally entered the kitchen at 12, smiling at the small cake placed upon the dining table. βSurprise!β You said, and he immediately went to hug and kiss you, smiling just as brightly as he did on that podium. Moments like these were a reminder that he did in fact love you, and once again, that itβs all worth it.
β All the times I waited for you to want me naked β
You often wondered how the others managed to keep up their relationships.
Just recently you were having lunch with the other WAGs at a restaurant near the circuit. Originally, you didnβt want to come, still feeling insecure about what the media has to say about you, the ugly duckling around the most beautiful women in F1 history. However, they insisted. At the table the girls began talking about the party after Landoβs win, and how proud you mustβve been to see him on that podium. You loved talking about it, until you were asked why you didnβt come with him to the party. A lame excuse of βI was just tired and not feeling wellβ made the others look at you weirdly. How could she be so selfish and miss her boyfriendβs afterparty for that? Alex, Charlesβ girlfriend smiled at you with a knowing look, but you pretended not to notice, feeling embarrassed.
The next topic at the table was rather intimate, and you wanted to puke right then and there. Were you really the only one who hasnβt been touched in so long, because there just wasnβt enough time between all the travelling and racing and exhaustion? Or were you just not good enough? Was it really your looks? Should you change?
You missed it dearly, the intimate times with Lando. The ones where he finally took care of you instead of the other way around, the ones where you could feel the connection between you two with all your senses. Was it your fault that these times stopped? Lando was so perfect, it just couldnβt be his fault.
Maybe you just had to wait until he wanted you again.
β Made it all look painless, man, am I the greatest? β
You didnβt show your feelings often, not your real ones. The times he had catched you crying for him on you knees were pathetic little situations he shouldnβt have seen you in. When asked, you denied. βDo you feel lonely in this relationship?β β βNo.β βDoes he make you cry often?β β βNo.β βDo you think your relationship is slowly breaking apart?β β βNo.β
Talking about it with the women around the paddocks or when youβd facetime your friends from home, you never once said anything bad about Lando. Never once complained about how he treated you or how he ignored your feelings and your endeavors. Not even your closest friends knew what was really going on, or maybe, you just didnβt know that yourself. In your mind, this was just a phase where his career just made it impossible for him to focus on you. Someday this would change. Sooner or later, it would change.
For everyone else, you had the greatest, perfect, flawless relationship. And you didnβt mind keeping that imagine up. For his sake.
β Doing whatβs right without a reward β
And so it kept going. You making efforts, him abandoning you. No matter what you did for him, no matter how much heart and love you put in for him, it was left unappreciated. But thatβs okay, still. You were in a relationship, your only task was to love him, and you did. Because thatβs the right thing to do in a relationship, and for him, youβd do anything. No matter if he appreciated it or not at the moment, you knew that, eventually, he would.
β And we donβt have to fight when itβs not worth fighting for β
At least you hoped that he would change someday, so far he obviously hadnβt, and it was slowly getting to you in a more serious manner. In a way that might worry you and the people around you, in a way you wouldnβt forget. That one time you prepared dinner for the both of you and he went out with Charles and Alex instead, it was all forgotten in a matter of seconds when he apologized. But now every single interaction he had with other women haunted you, asleep or awake. No apology would help you actually think he would change his current treatment towards you, and as it seemed, he didnβt care either.
There was no point in fighting anymore, no point in telling him how you feel whenever he walks out the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your awful thoughts. For fuckβs sake, you left all you had behind to be there for him, and how does he show his gratefulness? He doesnβt, because he isnβt fucking grateful, and he couldnβt care less about you and your dumb feelings. He doesnβt care that you want nothing more than to finally be able to introduce him to your family, he doesnβt care that you gave up your own career for his, and he doesnβt care that while heβs treating you the way he is, all the people who knew the both of you and basically the whole internet was only picking you apart. Never him.
Oh you were such a shitty girlfriend refusing to kiss him in front of the cameras after his first win, but wasnβt he the one who pushed you away? And how could you miss the party that night, the party dedicated to your oh soo perfect boyfriend? Do you not care about him enough? Were you not proud? So many girls would trade their life for a day in your shoes, and you just didnβt appreciate that? What a disappointment you are to the WAGs, and what a disappointment you must be to Lando.
βLando please, listen to me,β β βNo, Iβm done with your insufferable complaining all the time. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now, if you wanna leave, leave.β
β And you donβt wanna know what I wouldβve done, anything at all, worse than anyone β
You wouldβve walked through fire for him to love you again. For everything to go back like it once was. When he would brag about you to his friends and even in interview, when he took you to hang out with his friends and to parties, always keeping an arm around your shoulders so other guys wouldnβt even dare to look at you, when he was so eager to fulfill not only his, but also your dreams, wether that be a simple one, like him meeting your parents in your childhood home, or the greater ones, like becoming not only a good, but a great graphic designer. When he would watch you draw and perfect yet the smallest details with nothing but the growing admiration for you visible in his eyes. When he would kiss you good night and good morning, when he would ask about your day and passionately tell you about his. Back to when he had loved you. But now it was too late. All the things you had done for him, all the things you would probably still do, in the end, were for nothing more than a broken heart.
The sleepless nights. The nerve wrecking days. The painful parting from your family and friends. The abandonment of the life with him you had so desperately wished for.
It was all for nothing.
β I loved you, and I still do. Just wanted passion from you, just wanted what I gave you β
Last day before the summer break, the last race. And probably, the last day of him and you.
You were done with his shit, the sad look on your face visible to everyone in the room as you sat and watched the race from the McLaren hospitality, his parents seated next to you. Something felt very off, your usual happy and optimistic demeanor completely washed off, replaced by a dark, almost expressionless look. They sensed that something might have happened between Lando and you, but nobody dared to ask, too busy watching the intense race.
The outcome was disappointing, Lando finishing behind Max, the one heβd have to beat to win the championship. The team and the people inside the paddock and the hospitality clapped for him and Oscar anyway, with Oscar finishing second and Lando fifth. You cheered and smiled, but it didnβt reach your eyes. You knew what was to come once youβd be back in the hotel. You were scared, sure it would be the most painful thing youβd ever have to do, putting all the things youβd done for him, all the things heβd done to you, in its shadow.
The celebration went well, again, no hug or kiss for you. You were sure his mother had even scolded him for it, but that wasnβt important anymore. You didnβt really care anyway, the media would run their mouths about you anyway, and Lando surely doesnβt give a shit either way. You desperately needed an answer, you wanted him to explain it to you. What had suddenly happen, what did you do wrong, for him to suddenly act like this? And if he fell out of love, then why couldnβt he just tell you?
Meanwhile Lando was busy celebrating Oscarβs podium, taking pictures for the McLaren instagram account and whatnot, then doing the post race interviews.
He loved you, he really did. But he just didnβt see you as someone he wanted to spend this life with. He couldnβt imagine living his private life without you by his side, he wanted you to come with him to visit his family at home, to come with him when he would meet up with Max and the others during summer break or really, he wanted to just do nothing with you, nothing but share small kisses and cuddling on his couch at home, eating some homemade food and drinking a glass of wine together. At the same time, he thought that you didnβt fit in. Not in this life.
You met when he wasnβt yet the person he is now. When he was still passionate about so many other things other than just racing. Of course this had always been a part of him, but so were you. And now its just racing that occupied his mind, no single corner in his head left for his girlfriend. He knew it hurt you, but at the same time, part of what the media had to say about you was true. The first season he had spent with you by his side, the internet was already raging about how you werenβt the typical WAG, and how they thought seeing you next to someone like a Kelly Piquet, you did seem a little weird. Lando didnβt want to be confronted with these opinions anymore, so instead of standing up for you, he decided to βhideβ you. To not put you in the center of attention after a race to hug and kiss you, to just let you stand there and wait until you were inside where no one could see you. He also avoided reading anything the internet had to say about you, so the fact that his plan had only made you gain more and more hate, went unnoticed. Just like your complaints when he didnβt want to be seen with you after races at parties or even in a restaurant for dinner with Charles and Alexandra. Of course they had invited the both of you, and not only him. Lando came up with an excuse so he the paparazzi wouldnβt see you. The rumor that Lando and you have broken up after he was seen at dinner alone didnβt seem to bother him either, but it did you. He thought you liked it this way, as he thought, without any hate comments about your looks or the way youβd dress compared to the others. He thought you appreciated not having to dress up for parties or the countless hangouts with his friends. He thought you cried that night after he was out for dinner because you cooked for him and he just went out, not that you cried because you felt not good enough for him to want you to come with him.
He really was stupid enough to think you were happy with all of this.
And while he was happy to be able to finally spend his summer break with you and only you, it all came crashing down when you were back in your shared apartment. Tears were forming in his eyes while yours were already streaming down your face as you yelled at him, telling him every yet so small detail that left your heart crushed and broken while he was busy βhiding youβ, or as he explained it to you, βprotecting you.β this wasnβt protection, this was blatant ignorance. And finally in this relationship, you did something for yourself. You left.
Maybe it was miscommunication, or him refusing to communicate at all. But that didnβt matter now, βcause now, it was over. No more kisses, no more cuddles and no more meeting friends or families. But most importantly, no more crying, no more sleepless nights, no more unappreciated support, no more hiding.
β I waited and waited β
Finally at home, your family had expected to see you with Lando by your side, and they were so very excited to finally be able to meet the guy their lovely daughter was head over heels for, using every chance she had to gush over him and how unbelievably proud she was of him. So when you stood there with puffy eyes and all your luggage placed next to you, they knew the tears you cried werenβt happy tears from finally behind home again. They were tears from saying goodbye to the life you were ready to spend with your boyfriend, who was now on the other side of the world.
You knew it was stupid, but you couldnβt help waiting for him to reach out to you again. A call or a message, hell, you hoped he was as miserable without you as you were without him so that maybe Max or even Oscar had to contact you again. Despite all the times he had hurt you, you missed him so dearly.
But after months and months of waiting, you decided that there was no use in waiting. Itβs over, and its for the better, it has to be.
It was gonna be hard seeing him again, once the summer break is over. Even if the love between Lando and you ended, your love for Formula 1 didnβt, and you werenβt about to give that up just for the sake of not having to see him. Youβd be in the stands or in front of the TV, heβd be in his car or in front of the camera. No point in worrying. But still, the first few races, you watched curled up next to your best friend and your parents from home. It was so nice to finally be able to see everyone again, everyone you had to miss all these months you were away. Your dad and you used to always watch races together, and you were more than grateful to finally be able to do exactly that again.
β Man am I the greatest? God, I hate it, all my love and patience β Unappreciated. You said your heart was jaded, you couldnβt even break it, I shouldnβt have to say it β¦ β
His instagram and twitter definitely make it seem like your broken heart doesnβt match his perfectly fine one. He seemed happier than ever, having fun with his friends at parties and driving around different towns with different girls. Seeing him was draining, but how were you supposed to never hear about him again when the entire internet was screaming his name? You wanted your life to finally feel easier now, but it seemed to only get harder.
You felt you lost your soulmate, while he only lost his greatest burden.
It wasnβt until you watched the first race after the summer break with your dad that it all came flooding back to you. Lando crossed the finish line first, and as the camera switched to show him get out of his car and rip off his helmet to kiss his new girlfriend that looked weirdly similar to you, surrounded by loud cheers, clapping and ecstatic, smiling faces, you realize that maybe, he really didnβt love you. And that he didnβt *want* to kiss you after his races, because it seems that if he had wanted to, he wouldβve.
At the same time, even while standing on the highest step of that podium, Lando couldnβt help but think about you, how stupid he was to treat you like a piece of shit when all you wanted was to be there for him after races like this one and most importantly, why the hell no girl heβs been with after your breakup felt even remotely close to you. You were the greatest thing heβd ever had, no trophy, no price would ever compare, and he managed to take it all for granted.
If he had just put in a little more effort, really, you couldβve been the greatest .
THE GREATEST
[ part two / masterlist / requests are open ]
β½ο½‘β being in a relationship with a formula 1 driver like lando was hard, but not impossible. right? a story based on THE GREATEST by billie eilish. β lando norris x fem!reader
αΆ» π π° angst! pure angst, swearing. iβll write a part 2 if requested π 4.4k words
β Iβm trying my best to keep you satisfied β
Loving a formula 1 driver, let alone being in a relationship with one, wasnβt easy. But that didnβt stop you. In fact, you were sure nothing was ever going to be able to get in between the love that Lando and you shared, the kisses and the late night cuddles, the fun family dinners and the celebrations of his milestones. Everything was so perfect.
Yes, sometimes itβs hard to meet his standards, sometimes having you leave your own family to go attend races with him, or the blatant flirting he would still be partaking in at after-race parties, it was definitely a flaw of your relationship, but maybe you shouldβve just worn something prettier or done your makeup in a different way, in the end itβs your fault if his attention wasnβt keen on you, right?
But no matter what, you were ready to do it for him. Heβs your main priority, just as he should be. Thatβs what makes a relationship a functioning one, doesnβt it?
β Let you get your rest while I stayed up all night β
Of course you werenβt always his main priority, but who were you to judge him? Heβs a professional racing driver, itβs not only a job but a complete career, and he wouldnβt trade it for anything in this world. Having a world championship under his belt, that was more important than you. You just have to live like that, someone had to put in the work for the relationship. And because it definitely wasnβt Lando, it was you. But you didnβt mind, youβd do it all over again for him. Because you truly loved him, and to you, there was nothing in this world stronger than love.
So when you both finally get home after a long race weekend, you donβt mind doing the cooking and cleaning and laundry for him. You also donβt mind him going to sleep while youβre up packing up luggage for him and you to depart for the next GP. You wouldβve appreciated some skin contact after such a busy and nerve wrecking weekend, but if he needed rest, then he should have it. You could rest another time, maybe during the flight or while he was spending time with his friends. You werenβt sure why, but Lando always insisted on not having you with him, always making up excuses why you couldnβt come even if in reality, you were at βhomeβ trying to get used to the new place youβd have to stay at for the next week. Maybe you wouldβve preferred being with him, or having him with you, or being in your home country with your loved ones he was yet to meet, but thatβs okay. He had his fun with his friends and their girlfriends, thatβs what mattered.
Maybe he didnβt want you there because, while he dated a girl heβs known since forever, a girl who knew him before his win and his fame and his career, all the others were dating models and successful women. Maybe you embarrassed him a little bit, so you were understanding when he told you to stay at home. His fans didnβt exactly love you either, so actually, it was really thoughtful of him not to have you by his side when he went out, because then his fan base and the news wouldnβt be able to pick at every little flaw you had, which you had surprisingly lots of, as the media told you.
The clock read 5am when you finally finished packing up the luggage and went to bed yourself. Well, not the bed but rather the couch, because Lando had just previously told you not to wake him if he was already asleep, and who were you to rip him out of his peaceful slumber when he had so much pressure on him the last three days? It was a little cold, but thatβs okay. It was just kinda difficult to fall asleep on the small, hard, uncomfortable couch.
The clock read 8am when you woke up to prepare breakfast for him and you.
β And you donβt wanna know how alone Iβve been β
You knew better than to complain. Of course you felt a little bit alone in the huge apartments while he was away, spending time at the track or in the gym with his friends. How could you not? You were in a country youβve never been in before, a country with no familiar faces or friends or people you could talk to besides the McLaren team and well, your boyfriend. But in the end, Lando showed you the world. And you had to be grateful for that. Even if he basically just pushed you around the world and then picked you up again when it was time to travel farther. And god, how you missed your family. And how deeply you wanted them to meet your one and only love, Lando. It was sickening, the need to be at home again.
One time after a long day of qualifying, you told Lando about your homesickness and that you felt a bit alone on this journey.
He got mad and told you if you wanted, you could just leave. Heβs not keeping you here. 20 minutes after, you were stood in the kitchen making dinner for the two of you. Your response to βAre you actually fucking crying right now?β was a quiet βI was just cutting onions.β
His reply to βI thought we were eating together, I made dinnerβ was βIβm going out to eat with Charles and his girlfriend.β
You felt your heart break in that second, but he was just mad and not thinking straight. Outbursts are okay sometimes.
β Let you come and go, whatever state Iβm in β
You spent the whole evening and night crying, putting his food in the fridge in case he was hungry later. The tears didnβt stop until he came back through the door, obviously a bit tipsy. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and told you how sorry he was, telling you that next time, he would take you with him to dinner. You knew it wasnβt true, and he knew as well.
At least you felt his touch again, his arms around you and his rough fingers caressing your cheek. That was worth the tears and the unappreciated cooking.
β Man am I the greatest? My congratulations β
Miami GP β24. Landoβs first win in his Formula 1 career. You were the proudest girlfriend in the world and you couldnβt wait to celebrate his win with him tomorrow, knowing heβd be busy partying with the others today. Youβre in Miami, after all. And he has just won. Of course he had to celebrate that with his boys, surrounded by beautiful women and loads of alcohol. He would never cheat on you, but you were sure he wouldnβt mind being in the presence of some women who were gifted with a prettier face and body than you were. Thatβs okay, at least he doesnβt use you for your looks.
As he stood there on the highest step of the podium, smiling like a little kid who had just fulfilled his dreams, smiling like he once had smiled at you, it made you so incredibly happy and emotional and you couldnβt wait to finally see him and give him a big celebration kiss.
Once he was back in the paddock he told you to wait until the cameras were gone. You didnβt get a hug either. Not until you were back in the apartment.
At last. you got your hug and a kiss. As a goodbye before he left with Max.
β All my love and patience, all my admiration β
The day after, you woke up at 7, waiting for him to wake up while you were already up in the kitchen, baking a small cake with a βoneβ on it, all decorated in orange.
Even if you were left unsatisfied yesterday, that didnβt stop you from still feeling eternally proud of him, and proud to be able to call yourself his girlfriend. He was so dedicated to the things he loved, it was a pleasure to watch him go through life with his determination. Racing was his passion, thereβs no shame in sometimes forgetting your girlfriend for it.
He finally entered the kitchen at 12, smiling at the small cake placed upon the dining table. βSurprise!β You said, and he immediately went to hug and kiss you, smiling just as brightly as he did on that podium. Moments like these were a reminder that he did in fact love you, and once again, that itβs all worth it.
β All the times I waited for you to want me naked β
You often wondered how the others managed to keep up their relationships.
Just recently you were having lunch with the other WAGs at a restaurant near the circuit. Originally, you didnβt want to come, still feeling insecure about what the media has to say about you, the ugly duckling around the most beautiful women in F1 history. However, they insisted. At the table the girls began talking about the party after Landoβs win, and how proud you mustβve been to see him on that podium. You loved talking about it, until you were asked why you didnβt come with him to the party. A lame excuse of βI was just tired and not feeling wellβ made the others look at you weirdly. How could she be so selfish and miss her boyfriendβs afterparty for that? Alex, Charlesβ girlfriend smiled at you with a knowing look, but you pretended not to notice, feeling embarrassed.
The next topic at the table was rather intimate, and you wanted to puke right then and there. Were you really the only one who hasnβt been touched in so long, because there just wasnβt enough time between all the travelling and racing and exhaustion? Or were you just not good enough? Was it really your looks? Should you change?
You missed it dearly, the intimate times with Lando. The ones where he finally took care of you instead of the other way around, the ones where you could feel the connection between you two with all your senses. Was it your fault that these times stopped? Lando was so perfect, it just couldnβt be his fault.
Maybe you just had to wait until he wanted you again.
β Made it all look painless, man, am I the greatest? β
You didnβt show your feelings often, not your real ones. The times he had catched you crying for him on you knees were pathetic little situations he shouldnβt have seen you in. When asked, you denied. βDo you feel lonely in this relationship?β β βNo.β βDoes he make you cry often?β β βNo.β βDo you think your relationship is slowly breaking apart?β β βNo.β
Talking about it with the women around the paddocks or when youβd facetime your friends from home, you never once said anything bad about Lando. Never once complained about how he treated you or how he ignored your feelings and your endeavors. Not even your closest friends knew what was really going on, or maybe, you just didnβt know that yourself. In your mind, this was just a phase where his career just made it impossible for him to focus on you. Someday this would change. Sooner or later, it would change.
For everyone else, you had the greatest, perfect, flawless relationship. And you didnβt mind keeping that imagine up. For his sake.
β Doing whatβs right without a reward β
And so it kept going. You making efforts, him abandoning you. No matter what you did for him, no matter how much heart and love you put in for him, it was left unappreciated. But thatβs okay, still. You were in a relationship, your only task was to love him, and you did. Because thatβs the right thing to do in a relationship, and for him, youβd do anything. No matter if he appreciated it or not at the moment, you knew that, eventually, he would.
β And we donβt have to fight when itβs not worth fighting for β
At least you hoped that he would change someday, so far he obviously hadnβt, and it was slowly getting to you in a more serious manner. In a way that might worry you and the people around you, in a way you wouldnβt forget. That one time you prepared dinner for the both of you and he went out with Charles and Alex instead, it was all forgotten in a matter of seconds when he apologized. But now every single interaction he had with other women haunted you, asleep or awake. No apology would help you actually think he would change his current treatment towards you, and as it seemed, he didnβt care either.
There was no point in fighting anymore, no point in telling him how you feel whenever he walks out the door, leaving you alone with nothing but your awful thoughts. For fuckβs sake, you left all you had behind to be there for him, and how does he show his gratefulness? He doesnβt, because he isnβt fucking grateful, and he couldnβt care less about you and your dumb feelings. He doesnβt care that you want nothing more than to finally be able to introduce him to your family, he doesnβt care that you gave up your own career for his, and he doesnβt care that while heβs treating you the way he is, all the people who knew the both of you and basically the whole internet was only picking you apart. Never him.
Oh you were such a shitty girlfriend refusing to kiss him in front of the cameras after his first win, but wasnβt he the one who pushed you away? And how could you miss the party that night, the party dedicated to your oh soo perfect boyfriend? Do you not care about him enough? Were you not proud? So many girls would trade their life for a day in your shoes, and you just didnβt appreciate that? What a disappointment you are to the WAGs, and what a disappointment you must be to Lando.
βLando please, listen to me,β β βNo, Iβm done with your insufferable complaining all the time. I meant it the first time I said it and I mean it now, if you wanna leave, leave.β
β And you donβt wanna know what I wouldβve done, anything at all, worse than anyone β
You wouldβve walked through fire for him to love you again. For everything to go back like it once was. When he would brag about you to his friends and even in interview, when he took you to hang out with his friends and to parties, always keeping an arm around your shoulders so other guys wouldnβt even dare to look at you, when he was so eager to fulfill not only his, but also your dreams, wether that be a simple one, like him meeting your parents in your childhood home, or the greater ones, like becoming not only a good, but a great graphic designer. When he would watch you draw and perfect yet the smallest details with nothing but the growing admiration for you visible in his eyes. When he would kiss you good night and good morning, when he would ask about your day and passionately tell you about his. Back to when he had loved you. But now it was too late. All the things you had done for him, all the things you would probably still do, in the end, were for nothing more than a broken heart.
The sleepless nights. The nerve wrecking days. The painful parting from your family and friends. The abandonment of the life with him you had so desperately wished for.
It was all for nothing.
β I loved you, and I still do. Just wanted passion from you, just wanted what I gave you β
Last day before the summer break, the last race. And probably, the last day of him and you.
You were done with his shit, the sad look on your face visible to everyone in the room as you sat and watched the race from the McLaren hospitality, his parents seated next to you. Something felt very off, your usual happy and optimistic demeanor completely washed off, replaced by a dark, almost expressionless look. They sensed that something might have happened between Lando and you, but nobody dared to ask, too busy watching the intense race.
The outcome was disappointing, Lando finishing behind Max, the one heβd have to beat to win the championship. The team and the people inside the paddock and the hospitality clapped for him and Oscar anyway, with Oscar finishing second and Lando fifth. You cheered and smiled, but it didnβt reach your eyes. You knew what was to come once youβd be back in the hotel. You were scared, sure it would be the most painful thing youβd ever have to do, putting all the things youβd done for him, all the things heβd done to you, in its shadow.
The celebration went well, again, no hug or kiss for you. You were sure his mother had even scolded him for it, but that wasnβt important anymore. You didnβt really care anyway, the media would run their mouths about you anyway, and Lando surely doesnβt give a shit either way. You desperately needed an answer, you wanted him to explain it to you. What had suddenly happen, what did you do wrong, for him to suddenly act like this? And if he fell out of love, then why couldnβt he just tell you?
Meanwhile Lando was busy celebrating Oscarβs podium, taking pictures for the McLaren instagram account and whatnot, then doing the post race interviews.
He loved you, he really did. But he just didnβt see you as someone he wanted to spend this life with. He couldnβt imagine living his private life without you by his side, he wanted you to come with him to visit his family at home, to come with him when he would meet up with Max and the others during summer break or really, he wanted to just do nothing with you, nothing but share small kisses and cuddling on his couch at home, eating some homemade food and drinking a glass of wine together. At the same time, he thought that you didnβt fit in. Not in this life.
You met when he wasnβt yet the person he is now. When he was still passionate about so many other things other than just racing. Of course this had always been a part of him, but so were you. And now its just racing that occupied his mind, no single corner in his head left for his girlfriend. He knew it hurt you, but at the same time, part of what the media had to say about you was true. The first season he had spent with you by his side, the internet was already raging about how you werenβt the typical WAG, and how they thought seeing you next to someone like a Kelly Piquet, you did seem a little weird. Lando didnβt want to be confronted with these opinions anymore, so instead of standing up for you, he decided to βhideβ you. To not put you in the center of attention after a race to hug and kiss you, to just let you stand there and wait until you were inside where no one could see you. He also avoided reading anything the internet had to say about you, so the fact that his plan had only made you gain more and more hate, went unnoticed. Just like your complaints when he didnβt want to be seen with you after races at parties or even in a restaurant for dinner with Charles and Alexandra. Of course they had invited the both of you, and not only him. Lando came up with an excuse so he the paparazzi wouldnβt see you. The rumor that Lando and you have broken up after he was seen at dinner alone didnβt seem to bother him either, but it did you. He thought you liked it this way, as he thought, without any hate comments about your looks or the way youβd dress compared to the others. He thought you appreciated not having to dress up for parties or the countless hangouts with his friends. He thought you cried that night after he was out for dinner because you cooked for him and he just went out, not that you cried because you felt not good enough for him to want you to come with him.
He really was stupid enough to think you were happy with all of this.
And while he was happy to be able to finally spend his summer break with you and only you, it all came crashing down when you were back in your shared apartment. Tears were forming in his eyes while yours were already streaming down your face as you yelled at him, telling him every yet so small detail that left your heart crushed and broken while he was busy βhiding youβ, or as he explained it to you, βprotecting you.β this wasnβt protection, this was blatant ignorance. And finally in this relationship, you did something for yourself. You left.
Maybe it was miscommunication, or him refusing to communicate at all. But that didnβt matter now, βcause now, it was over. No more kisses, no more cuddles and no more meeting friends or families. But most importantly, no more crying, no more sleepless nights, no more unappreciated support, no more hiding.
β I waited and waited β
Finally at home, your family had expected to see you with Lando by your side, and they were so very excited to finally be able to meet the guy their lovely daughter was head over heels for, using every chance she had to gush over him and how unbelievably proud she was of him. So when you stood there with puffy eyes and all your luggage placed next to you, they knew the tears you cried werenβt happy tears from finally behind home again. They were tears from saying goodbye to the life you were ready to spend with your boyfriend, who was now on the other side of the world.
You knew it was stupid, but you couldnβt help waiting for him to reach out to you again. A call or a message, hell, you hoped he was as miserable without you as you were without him so that maybe Max or even Oscar had to contact you again. Despite all the times he had hurt you, you missed him so dearly.
But after months and months of waiting, you decided that there was no use in waiting. Itβs over, and its for the better, it has to be.
It was gonna be hard seeing him again, once the summer break is over. Even if the love between Lando and you ended, your love for Formula 1 didnβt, and you werenβt about to give that up just for the sake of not having to see him. Youβd be in the stands or in front of the TV, heβd be in his car or in front of the camera. No point in worrying. But still, the first few races, you watched curled up next to your best friend and your parents from home. It was so nice to finally be able to see everyone again, everyone you had to miss all these months you were away. Your dad and you used to always watch races together, and you were more than grateful to finally be able to do exactly that again.
β Man am I the greatest? God, I hate it, all my love and patience β Unappreciated. You said your heart was jaded, you couldnβt even break it, I shouldnβt have to say it β¦ β
His instagram and twitter definitely make it seem like your broken heart doesnβt match his perfectly fine one. He seemed happier than ever, having fun with his friends at parties and driving around different towns with different girls. Seeing him was draining, but how were you supposed to never hear about him again when the entire internet was screaming his name? You wanted your life to finally feel easier now, but it seemed to only get harder.
You felt you lost your soulmate, while he only lost his greatest burden.
It wasnβt until you watched the first race after the summer break with your dad that it all came flooding back to you. Lando crossed the finish line first, and as the camera switched to show him get out of his car and rip off his helmet to kiss his new girlfriend that looked weirdly similar to you, surrounded by loud cheers, clapping and ecstatic, smiling faces, you realize that maybe, he really didnβt love you. And that he didnβt *want* to kiss you after his races, because it seems that if he had wanted to, he wouldβve.
At the same time, even while standing on the highest step of that podium, Lando couldnβt help but think about you, how stupid he was to treat you like a piece of shit when all you wanted was to be there for him after races like this one and most importantly, why the hell no girl heβs been with after your breakup felt even remotely close to you. You were the greatest thing heβd ever had, no trophy, no price would ever compare, and he managed to take it all for granted.
If he had just put in a little more effort, really, you couldβve been the greatest .
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