Good News - India gained around 2.1 million hectares of tropical dry woodland between 2014 and 2024
India is the only country that reached its agreement 5 years before target of the Paris Agreement. Before the BJP government, renewable energy was less than 10% now it's 52%. Because of this, old coal mines are converted back to forest, that's why forest cover increased. By the way, this news is based on a peer-reviewed study in Environmental Research Letters (Govindarajulu et al., 2026) using 30m Landsat satellite data and machine learning confirms it. India recorded a gross gain of ~2.1 million hectares of tropical dry woodland from 2014–2024 (net ~1.8 Mha after ~0.29 Mha loss). Gains tied to large-scale planting, restoration schemes like Green India Mission, and plantations—especially outside government lands. Some native woodland loss occurred in managed/government areas. Official FSI reports also show overall forest & tree cover rising in recent cycles. The satellite analysis adds granular, biome-specific detail.
Very interesting how OP didn't mention that India is forcing out only ILLEGAL immigrants from Bangladesh and Myanmar (Rohingyas).
My country is NOT some hermitage for people to come and stay whenever tf they want and mind you these same people (Rohingyas) literally massacred Hindus in Myanmar and Bangladesh. Get your disgusting propaganda up your ass bitch.
Only one of their posts about south asian refugees has these many notes and it’s the one about India deporting illegal Bangladeshi infiltrators. This blog’s posted about other refugees who left their homes because of long standing persecution but Tumblr doesn’t care about them ig. This is why I hate tumblr activism.
exactly, and now some liberal, congo- communist supporter Gen Z In India are taking inspiration from them, the issue is that Nepal still had bad governance, but what issue do we have?? The vote chori propaganda is taking over in this matter.
Still ita funny the protest in nepal is also due to mis governance of Nepal Congress and Communist 😬💀
They’ll whore India out to foreign powers and have us fall at the most crucial of times lol. They anyways support foreign funded terrorist states in the neighbourhood, we saw ample of that during operation sindoor.
i feel so angry at all these people who will smh preach themselves as saviours or messiahs of India but when India actually faces threats, they go underground and then when everything is alright, they will once again emerge from their burrow to make their speeches about how nobody loves india more than them and how they exist for the community and blah blah blah
They don’t just go into hiding, they actively work against the people and the national interests. There were people here who are self claimed Indians but were actually acting as Pakistani and terrorist mouthpieces, they were justifying the deaths of innocents in Kashmir. Phir bolte he ki inko anti national na bole. L*ndfkir.
summary: carlos and yn spend the summer together, but all summers always come to an end
folkie radio: just realized that i always write ansgty carlos smaus?? anyway, i hope you like this and HAPPY BIRTHDAY CARLITO
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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yourinstagram sunny spain & good vibes only ❤️💛 ready to cheer on my favorite spaniard @/carlossainz55
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username1 THE QUEEN IS BACK IN THE PADDOCK!
username2 yn and carli reunion who cried
username3 literally his biggest supporter
username4 PLEASE JUST DATE ALREADY we're tired of waiting 😩
lilymhe See you at dinner later! 🙌
charles_leclerc Don't let him get too confident 😂
carlossainz55 Mi familia ❤️ thank you for always being here
lando carlos won't shut up about you being here (as usual)
iamrebeccad So nice to finally see you 💕
username5 i will go down with this ship idc idc
username6 THE PADDOCK'S PRINCESS
username7 i want a friendship like yn and carlos'
username8 my roman empire is that she and carlos are just friends and not together
username9 i know rebecca and carlos make the cutest couple but THEM
username10 jusy friends my ass
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carlossainz55 Mi gente, mi casa, mi corazón ❤️💛 Thank you for all the support this weekend. Special thanks to the ones who've been here since day 1
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username1 VAMOS CARLOSS
username2 i love him so bad
charles_leclerc YN teaching you strategy again? 😂 No wonder you were fast today
yourinstagram since day 1 and counting 🫶 proud of you always carli x
↳ username1 SHE STILL CALLS HIM CARLI I COULD CRY
↳ username2 this is so cute
lando Third pic looking very cozy mate 👀
username3 YN IS THE ONE IN THE THIRD PIC???
username4 that pic... bro you don't look at your best friend like that
username5 bro really said "special thanks" and posted a pic with yn in the carousel i'm deaddd
iamrebeccad Proud of you baby ❤️
alex_albon the Carlos & YN show continues... some things never change
username6 the way yn still calls him carli after all these years 🥺 my heart can't take it
username7 slide 3 needs to be investigated immediately
username8 his eyes in pic 3 vs his insta posts with rebecca... i'll let y'all finish that thought
blancasainz You two haven't changed !
username9 imagine being rebecca seeing the third pic💀
username10 some of these comments are weird... yn and carlos are just friends
username11 7 years of "just friends" but he still looks at her like that... make it make sense
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iamrebeccad Spanish weekend supporting my love 💙@/carlossainz55
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username1 YOU ARE LITERALLY PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER both so gorgeous!!
username2 yn you're our real queen
username3 YN FIGHT BACK
username4 can y'all stop with the yn comments?? rebecca is literally a MODEL, they look so good together
username5 the most beautiful wag periodddd 🔥
carlossainz55 ❤️
alexandrasaintmleux my girl 😍😍
username6 y'all need to stop comparing her to yn, they're completely different relationships and both valid!!
username7 the fact that some of you prefer him with his best friend when he has THIS goddess... delulu behavior
username8 rebecca absolutely ATE with this look. carlos really won
yourinstagram pretty !
↳ username1 some of y'all trying to create drama when becca and yn are cool with each other
username9 tired of seeing yn comments under every rebecca post... let the girl live omg
username10 unpopular opinion but carlos and yn give off such sibling energy, rebecca is actually perfect for him
username11 TEAM YN FOREVER
username12 okay but rebecca's presence at races is so powerful... that's wag material right there
username13 yn just played heather by conan gray a thousand times
username14 the way some fans are so disrespectful to rebecca... yn and carlos are BEST FRIENDS, let it go
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f1gossip Trouble in paradise? Spotted: Carlos Sainz and girlfriend Rebecca Donaldson having what looked like a heated moment outside Sutton Club Barcelona last night. Multiple witnesses reported raised voices before Rebecca left in a separate car...
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username1 omg nooo they seemed so happy in her insta stories earlier 😭
username2 looks like he's trying to explain something
username3 anyone else notice she deleted all their recent stories together? 👀
username4 can we not jump to conclusions from some blurry pics... they could be talking about anything
username5 the fact that she left alone in that taxi... something definitely went down
username6 why do i feel like this has something to do with that weird energy at the paddock today
username7 y'all are so quick to hate on rebecca, maybe he messed up?? we literally don't know anything
username8 YN THIS IS YOUR CHANCE
username9 the body language in these pics... yikes 😬
username10 can we respect their privacy?? these pics shouldn't even be posted
username11 why do i feel like this has to do with yn
username12 stop creating drama! couples argue sometimes, it's normal
username13 not our business but leaving separately after a club night... never a good sign
username14 haven't seen them fight in public before... must've been serious
username15 can we not analyze every single photo of them? let them handle their private stuff privately
username16 remember when we used to respect drivers' private lives? these paparazzi pics ain't it
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f1gossip Fans speculating trouble between Carlos Sainz and girlfriend Rebecca after she's been noticeably absent from the last three races. The model hasn't posted any F1-related content since Barcelona, and the couple haven't been seen together in over two weeks. Sources at the paddock say Carlos has been "unusually quiet" about his personal life... 👀
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username1 BROOOOO
username2 nooo this is my favorite couple
username3 something definitely happened 👀
username4 ITS YN AND CARLI TIME
username5 maybe she'sw just busy with her own career ??
username6 the fact that she's been posting from milan fashion week while he's racing... they used to coordinate their schedules
username7 his "no comment" when asked about bringing her to monza... yikes
username8 silly season has officially begun
username9 they probably just want privacy guys!! stop assuming the worst
username10 yn, your wag era starts now
username11 her best friend posted "men ain't shit" the day after barcelona 💀
username12 she's just busy with fashion week! not everything is drama
username13 great can he get with yn now
username14 maybe they're just being private? we shouldn't speculate
username15 all the other wags were at spa but she "had a scheduling conflict" ... girl bye
username16 can we stop analyzing their every move? let them handle their private life privately
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yourinstagram let summer begin ☀️
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username1 IT GIRL
username2 i wish i was this pretty
carlossainz55 About time you visited 😏
lilymhe the CUTEST 😍 have fun you two 👀
charles_leclerc Finally someone to keep him from being dramatic 24/7
lando the annual yn-carlos summer chaos
username3 what i get from this comment section is that CARLOS AND YN ARE TOGETHER
username4 interesting timing... 🤔
username5 IS IT HAPPENING?? FINALLY??
username6 they've been best friends for years guys, stop reaching
username7 team rebecca
username8 not me suddenly shipping 👀
username9 before y'all start - they've been best friends for seven years ffs
username10 carlos commenting that fast while "on a break" with rebecca... interesting
username11 the fact that his mom likes all yn's posts...
username12 please get together already challenge
username13 they're just friends! let them live
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carlossainz55 Logging out 🌊
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username1 THIS MAN IS SO HOT
username2 my man fr
username3 WAIT. isn't this the exact same beach from yn's story from 2 hours ago??? 👀
username4 comparing the rocks in the background... yep same location 🔍
username5 single carlos? 👀👀
username6 REBECCA COME BACK
username7 someone's taking the photo and we all know who 😌
username8 not them posting from the same spot but pretending they're not together
username9 and what if he’s with yn?? they’re just FRIENDS
username10 not them posting within minutes of each other from the same exact spot...
williamsracing See you soon chilli 💙🌶️
username11 okay but he looks happier than he has in weeks...
lando subtle mate, real subtle 😂
alex_albon 👀👀👀
charles_leclerc Interesting
yourinstagram you guys are exhausting 🙄
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↳ username1 “our spot" THIS IS NOT A DRILL
↳ username2 CONFIRMED THEYRE VACATIONING TOGETHER LETS GOOO
↳ username3 someone check on rebecca...
↳ username4 7 years of friendship about to turn into something more? 👀
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f1gossip🚨 BREAKING: Carlos Sainz spotted getting cozy with mystery girl in Ibiza. Looks like someone's officially moved on… 👀 What happened to "taking a break"?
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username1 THAT'S YN OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING
username2 guys that's literally not yn, she has highlights and this girl doesn't
username3 the delusion in these comments… yn and carlos are just friends
username4 different girl completely, yn was posting from madrid three hours ago
username5 y'all need to stop projecting your fanfics onto their friendship fr
username6 ENHANCE THE BRACELET… that's the one yn always wears!!
username7 can we stop assuming every girl carlos interacts with is yn?
username8 the way some of you want it to be yn so bad… embarrassing
username9 that's rebecca, they clearly got back together
username10 this is getting weird
username11 new girl completely, stop trying to make yn happen
username12 the yn delusion is getting out of hand… they're FRIENDS
username13 WHAT HAPPENED TO REBECCA
username14 different height completely, yn is shorter than that
username15 wait but why was yn's location tagged in ibiza earlier? 🤔
username16 that's his ex from 2019, they were spotted at the same club
username17 y'all really think carlos would risk his longest friendship for a hookup?
username18 this fandom needs to learn what platonic relationships are
username19 the way some of you are obsessed with making yn and carlos happen… touch grass
username20 new girl, who cares, let him live
username21 guys yn has been his best friend for 7 years, they're not throwing that away for a summer fling
username22 this is why carlos keeps his private life private… y'all are too much
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yourinstagram bits of august so far ✨
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username1 PRETTY GIRL
username2 that's literally carlos' family dog in the 4th slide…
username3 CARLOS X YN HARD LAUNCH??
username4 can we stop analyzing every single post she makes? let her live
username5 that's the sainz family beach house terrace i'm screaming
username6 y'all are so weird for investigating every detail… they're just friends
username7 remember when we used to let people have private lives? good times
username8 everyone trying to decode this like it's the da vinci code… touch grass
username9 y'all need to stop making everything about carlos… let yn post in peace
lilymhe the cutest summer 🥰
lando nice back in slide 2 👀
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username10 THE WAY CARLOS JUST SHUSHED LANDO I-
username11 can we normalize friends spending summer together without shipping them
username12 REBECCA FIGHT BACK!!
username13 shipping yn and carlos is disrespectful to rebecca lowkey
username14 some of you have never had close friends and it shows
carlossainz55 Great times with you pequeña
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↳ username2 PEQUEÑA???? IN PUBLIC????
↳ username3 SO THEY’RE IN FACT SPENDING SUMMER TOGETHER !!!!
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carlossainz55 Making the most of these days off🌊☀️
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username1 SO HOTTT
username2 summer carlos is my favorite
charles_leclerc Save some waves for me next week 🏄♂️
lando that paella better be there when I visit
yourinstagram the paella wasn't that good 😏
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↳ username1 THE FACT THAT SHE'S TASTED THE PAELLA???
↳ username2 WAIT SO SHE'S THERE??
↳ username3 THE KISS EMOJI I'M SCREAMING
username4 everyone saw that right??
username5 the way he called her a liar with a kiss emoji… i need a moment
username6 THEY'RE SO OBVIOUS NOW??
username7 rebecca liked the post… 👀
username8 the way they're just casually flirting in the comments now
iamrebeccad Miss you 😍
↳ username1 OMFG
↳ username2 REBECCA IS HERE STFU
↳ username3 i’m so confused rn
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↳ username4 oh boy so carlos and rebecca are still a thing
username9 this comment section is giving me life
username10 THIS IS WHAT I CALL F1 GOSSIP
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f1gossip 🚨 SPOTTED: Carlos Sainz back in Monaco! The driver has returned from his summer break in Spain, where he spent time with family and close friends in Madrid and Ibiza.
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username1 we really pretending he wasn't with yn the whole time? 💀
username2 way they thought they were being subtle
username3 y'all see how happy he looked all summer? just saying…
username4 that's not the story rebecca's telling her friends js 👀
username5 he's still with rebecca stop making everything about yn!
username6 y'all are so weird for shipping real people
username7 ok but alex and lily's comments on their posts… they know something
username8 every time they interacted this summer my crops were watered
username9 this is getting messy… team rebecca forever
username10 can we stop assuming things about their private lives??
username11 anyway stream "august" by taylor swift
username12 he used to post with rebecca all the time and now… 🤔
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f1gossip🚨 BREAKING: Carlos Sainz and Rebecca arrive at Zandvoort paddock holding hands! The couple seems to have worked through their "break" and look happier than ever!
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username1 the way my heart just shattered for yn…
username2 WHAT ABOUT THE WHOLE SUMMER WITH YN???
username3 oh this is messy messy messy
username4 TOLD YOU ALL HE WAS ALWAYS WITH REBECCA
username5 someone check on yn please 😭
username6 not carlos posting about "perfect summer" with yn and then…
username7 TEAM REBECCA FOREVER! True love wins!
username8 remember when he called yn "pequeña" in public… this is weird
username9 this is what yall get for assuming he was with his best friend
username10 this man really spent the whole summer with yn just to…
username11 y'all were delusional thinking he'd leave rebecca
username12 alexa play "cruel summer"
username13 The way some of you owe Rebecca an apology…
username14 this fandom owes rebecca a massive apology!!
username15 that summer break storyline aged like milk
username16 so we're just gonna pretend the ibiza pics didn't happen?
username17 imagine thinking he'd leave rebecca for a summer fling…
username18 the paddock is gonna be SO awkward
username19 yn deserves better anyway periodt
username20 waiting for the think pieces about this one…
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formulaupdates🎥 PRESS CONFERENCE: Carlos Sainz talks about his summer break
Reporter: "How was your summer break Carlos?"
Carlos: "Really good, spent quality time with family and some friends in Spain. But I'm happy to be back with my girlfriend and focusing on racing again. Ready for the second half of the season."
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username1 did he just... pretend the whole summer with yn didn't happen?
username2 "some friends" is a weird way to spell yn's name
username3 the way he's acting like we didn't all see them together for WEEKS
username4 yn really got the august treatment huh... 🥺
username5 not him calling rebecca "my girlfriend" after everything...
username6 the audacity to pretend like we didn't see all those beach pics
username7 yn deserved so much better than being someone's summer story
username8 why are yall acting dense, he never broke up with rebecca
username9 this man really said "some friends" I CANNOT
username10 he's giving major august storyline vibes and i hate it
username11 the way yn is probably crying rn...
username12 not him acting like they weren't inseparable all summer
username13 someone check if yn's okay please
username14 LEAVE REBECCA ALONE!!
username15 yn really was his summer girl... this is heartbreaking
username16 well that's one way to pretend your summer romance didn't happen
username17 yn sweetie you deserved better than being "some friends"
username18 this is giving very much "summer fling that meant nothing" energy
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iamrebeccad Happy to be back supporting my love ❤️
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username1 the way this is giving betty posting about james...
username2 rebecca isn't the villain here, CARLOS IS
username3 the face of a man who just gaslit his entire summer away...
alexandrasaintmleux POWER COUPLE! Always knew you two would work it out ❤️
username4 this man really pulled a james while yn is out here being augustine...
username5 girl he spent the ENTIRE summer with someone else...
userame6 the way folklore predicted this whole situation
williamsracing Always supporting our champ 💙
username7 y'all need to leave rebecca alone, she's not the one who played people
username8 this is so awkward knowing what we know...
username9 betty won but at what cost 😭
username10 the way carlos is the only villain in this story
username11 rebecca honey... check his camera roll
username12 FINALLY a normal post without yn delusions!
username13 this man really said "august slipped away into a moment in time"
username14 carlos giving james energy... and not in a good way
username15 the way some of you owe rebecca an apology...
username16 the folklore parallels are WILD
username17 can we talk about how rebecca took him back after everything??
username18 not him playing betty AND augustine at the same time...
username19 this man really gave us the entire folklore love triangle in one summer
username20 the way yn is probably listening to august on repeat rn
username21 rebecca deserves better than someone who spends summers with other girls js
carlossainz55 ❤️
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yourinstagram taylor didn't lie with those lyrics... taking a break from social media right now 🤍
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username1 girl...
username2 ohhh she was really augustine
lilymhe love you bestie ❤️ call me anytime
carmenmmund You deserve the world. We've got your back always x
alex_albon Here if you need anything
lilyzneimer men ain't worth your tears angel. dinner soon? xx
username3 we're all team yn forever
username4 the way he doesn't deserve your tears
username5 NOT EVEN HIS TEAMMATE SUPPORTS HIM
username6 sending you so much love
username7 ALEXA PLAY AUGUST
username8 take care of yourself queen
username9 yn you will always be loved
username10 carlos sainz you will pay for your crimes
you deserved so much better
username11 the way the whole paddock family has your back...
username12 men ain't shit fr
username13 soooo yn is augustine, rebecca is betty and carlos is james
summary - forget the trophy, you’re more important
pairing - lando norris x secret gf ! reader
a/n - i literally watched one race today and now i think i am qualified to write f1 fic… who do i think i am right?!? anyways sorry for any inaccuracies lol
> Now.
It was a big day.
Not only was it the Silverstone Grand Prix but it was also your first time attending a race as Lando’s secret girlfriend.
Apart from his family and yours, no one else knew that you two were in a relationship. You had both decided for it to be that way, particularly because you didn’t come from a famous lifestyle.
The British Grand Prix for Lando was everything. He was so determined to win and you felt that it wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there to support and celebrate, no matter the outcome.
So you had decided to attend, passing yourself off as just an extended member of Lando’s family for now.
Before the race you hadn’t seen Lando, because they like their drivers to keep their head on the race and not be distracted by anything.
It was a slight blow not being able to wish him good luck right before the race, but at least you got to last night.
> Last Night.
“Would you stop pacing?”
Lando was sat in bed already, bedsheet pulled halfway up his body so his top half was shown. One arm was thrown behind his head as he watched you pace the short length of the hotel bed in front of him.
“I can’t!”
“Y/N.”
You placed your hands on your hips as you blew out a long steady breath.
“I feel sick.” You said, staring at the floor beneath your toes.
“Y/N.”
“You know what? Is this what a panic attack feels like? I mean, I thought I’d be rolling around on the floor hyperventilating if I was.”
“Babe.”
“Maybe a panic attack would be good you know?”
“Right. That’s it.”
Before you could register what was happening you felt an arm slink around your waist and tug you down onto the soft mattress. Lando didn’t stop moving your body until you were pulled to the top of the bed and he could cocoon you in his body.
You laughed after a scream as his hands managed to find your ticklish spot on your waist.
“Stop.”
“Come here.” He laughed, tugging you close.
You calmed down as you looked over Lando’s face and saw the underlying concern there in his eyes. He came down off the high with you, keeping you close like it was his way of keeping you safe.
“What?” You asked, looking down at where he wore his necklace that you gave him. The one he hadn’t taken off since you gave it him.
“Look at me, please.”
You shook your head slowly, trying to burrow your face deeper under his chin.
“Okay, but listen to me then, yeah?”
You nodded, kissing his neck softly to prove you were paying attention.
“Nothing is going to change tomorrow if you don’t want it to. We can pretend like we don’t know each other at all if you want - as hard as that would be for me. But there’s a part of me that wants everyone to know that i’m yours and you’re mine. I like the idea that people can get to know you and see how amazing you are.”
“I’m scared.”
“I am too, but we’ll be doing it together.”
“It doesn’t seem as scary when you put it like that.” You said, tilting your head out of the warm nest you’d made so you could once again look at Lando face to face.
“It doesn’t, does it?” He gave you a smile that sealed that pressure off for you. With that smile you knew everything would be okay.
> Now.
“Is Lando Norris about to win his first British Grand Prix?”
You were watching the race on a TV from a private room in the McLaren pod.
Lando’s mum was sat in there with you, as were your family. Everyone who you wanted to be here to witness this moment with you was here.
You watch as Lando turns the final corner. Tears were already in your eyes.
As he drove across the finish line you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by emotions.
“And Lando Norris wins the British Grand Prix at Silverstone.”
Everyone in the room erupted with cheers and joy. Lando’s mum went immediately to crying, as did you. Your mum hugged you in celebration and as she pulled away she helped wipe your mascara - waterproof my ass.
You went up to Lando’s mum next and gave her a huge hug, which she returned with a kiss to your cheek.
“He’s going to want to see you first I bet.”
“Over his mum? I don’t think so!” You laughed, wiping underneath your eyes.
She gave you a look to suggest otherwise and hugged you one last time.
The McLaren team ushered you out of the room to continue your celebrations near the podium. Your mum and dad were out of the door first, followed by Lando’ family.
You stayed back to grab a quick picture of yourself sobbing over this monumental moment, laughing to yourself as you saw the state you were in. You immediately sent it to Lando, knowing he wouldn’t see it until later when he’s with you.
“Y/N?” Someone asked whether you were joining everyone else and you nodded excitedly.
After you’d been led outside you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed again when you heard all the fans in the stands cheering Lando’s name.
So many people loved him.
So many people idolised him.
And it was so fucking crazy that you got to be the one that held him in a different way after every race.
God you were so proud.
You smiled as you joined the back of the McLaren team mini-mosh pit as they jumped and cheered as Lando pulled up in front of the podium.
It was a great moment for the team.
You laughed as you watched Lando on the big screen, pulling a tissue from your dress pocket to wipe underneath your eyes. You held your hands together and rested them underneath your chin as you watched him with awe.
He got out of his car and stood atop of it to seal the moment.
You cheered along with everyone else, making you feel like a fan for a moment.
He didn’t take his helmet off as he made his way over to the crowd of McLaren teammates. He was meant to go and get weighed instantly, but he was allowing himself to have this one moment instead.
He got hugged and tapped on his back and head as he met his teammates. You stood on your tiptoes to catch a glimpse of him, covering your hand over your mouth to conceal any ugly sobs.
Lando stood up on the railing so he could see the whole team. Well, that’s what it looked like to everyone else but in reality he was just looking for you.
Lando immediately spotted you at the back and waved his hand for you to come closer.
You shook your head, not wanting to steal his moment. However, when the team parted to practically create a path for you to walk down to meet him you couldn’t say no.
Your body took over and you ran the few steps to meet him.
By this point Lando had jumped down off the fencing and quickly instructed his teammates to help him take off his helmet and mask.
You let out another sob as you reached him, pulling him for a bone-crushing hug.
Your body shook against his as you cried in happiness.
He deserved this.
This was his win.
Yet, he was sharing his moment with you. As if you were the trophy at the end of all of this.
His arms held you tight against him, neither of you stopping to think of how public this was between you. Maybe that was the point though, because doing it together didn’t seem daunting at all.
“Well done.” You mumbled against his neck.
You felt him laugh out a breathy laugh against your shoulder. “We won.”
We.
Like you had helped him cross that finish line first.
“You’re so amazing.” You let your lips kiss his neck as you spoke.
Lando tilted his head back away from you, allowing him to see you up close for the first time all day.
He shook his head softly at you with a smile.
“What?” You asked nervously, holding the back of his neck as he held your cheeks.
“Feeling a lot of emotions right now, but nothing exceeds the way I feel for you.”
“Stop. I’m already crying, you dickhead.” You start crying a little more.
“Lando we need you over here.” A woman with a headset on sort of ruined your moment. You could see his expression sour slightly, but with a few tugs on the curls on the back of his neck he was brought right back to you.
“Go. I’ll be here.” You promised.
He kissed your forehead, his promise of returning to you after he completed his job first.
He was chaperoned over to where he needed to go, glancing back at you to blow you a kiss.
If people didn’t know you were together by now… well then those people aren’t exactly geniuses.
Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more emotional you watched on the big screen as Lando signed a bottle of champagne.
And I sit by my grief and nurse it like a sick child. The days are grey and the nights long, and the inside of my body aches- with people and places and childhood, an amalgamation of a life lived. There is grief where there is life, there is grief where there is love. It’s a reminder, a keepsake, a fridge magnet. There are boxes in my heart which I open on rainy nights; there are gorges where my grief runs swift, meadows where it’s quiet. It comforts me and chokes me- dichotomy of a life lived, of love. It rains a lot now and I sit by my grief.
summary: when a popstar's reputation gets trashed and the entire internet is against her, she finds love in the most unexpected place, a formula 1 paddock (basically inspired by reputation by taylor swift)
folkie radio: can you believe this is my first lewis smau?? i know, criminal. i really hope you like this!! also, i wrote this november last year so lewis still drives for mercedes here 😭 enjoy!
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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username1 SNAKE 🐍🐍🐍
username2 How are you going to play victim AGAIN? We all saw the receipts
username3 funny how you disappear when you get caught in your own lies
selenagomez The truth always comes out. Proud of you for staying classy through all this noise ✨
username4 we still love you! don't listen to the haters
username5 remember when she said she never got that phone call? well, guess what the video shows...
username6 #YNisOverParty is trending and she deserves it
theweeknd sending you love ❤️
username7 LEAVE HER TF ALONE
username8 y'all are so quick to believe edited videos and fake narratives. WHERE'S THE FULL VIDEO??
username9 cancelled but serving face
arianagrande Love you sis. Stay strong 🖤
username10 lmao even her celebrity "friends" are fake. we all know they're paid to support her
ladygaga This industry can be cruel. Sending love and light ❤️
username11 making yourself the victim when YOU started all this... classic YN move
username12 i know rn it’s not the time but this picture EATS 😭
username13 the way y'all cyberbully someone and then preach about mental health
username14 🐍🐍🐍🐍
username15 SHES SO OVERRRRRR FINALLY
username16 rip yn you will not be missed
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popculturegossip 🚨 It's officially been 3 months since YN was last seen in public. Sources say:
- Her LA mansion appears empty
- She's cancelled all upcoming appearances
- Her team hasn't responded to any press inquiries since July
- Her usually active social media accounts remain dormant
Timeline of events ⬇️
• July 16: Last Instagram post
• July 17: #YNisOverParty trends worldwide
• July 19: Last public sighting at LAX
• July 20: Cancels performance at VMAs
• July 21: Deletes Twitter profile picture
• August 1: Billboard reports 60% radio play decrease
• Today: 3 months of complete silence
Where do you think YN is?
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username1 baby :((((
username2 i miss her so bad what the media did to her was cruel
username3 sources say she's "not in a good place"
username4 maybe she's finally writing those apology notes 🐍
username5 ding dong the witch is dead
username6 friendly reminder that bullying someone into hiding isn't the flex you think it is
username7 word in the industry is she's working on something big. the silence is intentional.
username8 i just hope she’s healing and surrounded by support
username9 she made the bed and now she has to lay on it
username10 i miss her sm but this was the right thing to do
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tmz EXCLUSIVE: F1 champ Lewis Hamilton and "disappeared" pop star YN spotted having intimate dinner at exclusive NYC restaurant. First pics of YN in 3 months!
Sources say they spent 2+ hours at the private section of Carbone. YN's security team actively blocked paparazzi. The pair left in separate vehicles but arrived together.
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username1 she really stayed hidden for months just to come back with a PR relationship?
username2 OMG SHE LOOKS HEALTHY AND HAPPY!! That's all we wanted 😭❤️
username3 so THIS is why he defended her… it all makes sense now
username4 using another celebrity to rehab your image… classics from YN's playbook
username5 great, now she's going to distract him from the championship
username6 my sources say they've been quietly seeing each other for months. she was at the monaco gp but stayed hidden
username7 she looks so good! but watch how haters turn this into "she was hiding to date him" narrative
username8 lewis deserves better than to be part of her PR games
username9 PLOT TWIST OF THE YEAR
username10 I LOVE THIS
username11 guess her team finally figured out their next publicity stunt
username12 he looks happy though?? maybe let them live?
username13 the way y'all switch up… first it was "she's hiding because she's guilty" now it's "she's only out for PR"
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dailymail REVEALED: Inside Lewis Hamilton and YN's Secret Romance - How F1's Most Eligible Bachelor Won Over Pop's Disappeared Princess
Sources close to the couple confirm they've been dating for 4 months:
First met at the MET Gala in New York
He reached out after seeing online harassment
She's been spotted in disguise at F1 races
They've been having private dates in London, Monaco, and NYC
Both families have met
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username1 the way they managed to keep this private for MONTHS in 2024... power couple behavior
username2 he was literally defending his girlfriend and we all thought he was just being nice 😭
username3 so THAT'S why he's been smiling so much lately during interviews
username4 dating a race car driver won't make us forget what you did
username5 she better not mess with his focus. we're trying to win a championship here
username6 the way they met because of her haters... this is literally a romance novel
username7 PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS
username8 still not buying it. watch how this "relationship" ends right before her album drop
username9 he way he gave her space to heal instead of parading their relationship… we're crying 😭
username10 THIS IS SO POWERFUL THO
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🗞️ DAILY MAIL EXCLUSIVE
REVEALED: Inside Lewis Hamilton and YN's Secret Romance - How F1's Most Eligible Bachelor Won Over Pop's Disappeared Princess
By Sarah Mitchell
Entertainment Correspondent
In what might be the most carefully guarded celebrity romance of 2024, Daily Mail can exclusively reveal that Formula 1 champion Lewis Hamilton and pop sensation YN have been quietly dating for the past four months. Multiple sources close to the couple have provided intimate details about their whirlwind romance, which began during one of the most turbulent periods of YN's career.
"They first met at the MET Gala in New York," reveals an insider close to Hamilton. "Lewis was struck by how different she was from her public persona. They spent the whole evening talking about everything except their careers."
The timing of their relationship coincided with YN's much-publicized retreat from the spotlight following the social media storm that engulfed her this summer. Sources say Hamilton reached out to her after witnessing the online harassment she was facing.
"Lewis has dealt with his fair share of public scrutiny," says a source close to the couple. "He saw someone drowning in a similar situation and reached out. What started as friendship quickly evolved into something more."
The couple has managed to keep their relationship under wraps through elaborate security measures and careful planning. YN has reportedly been spotted wearing disguises to attend at least three Grand Prix races, including Monaco, Silverstone, and Singapore. "She would wear oversized hoodies and baseball caps, and the Mercedes team helped keep her presence private in the garage," confirms a paddock insider.
Their families have already been introduced, with Hamilton's father Anthony being spotted dining with YN's parents at an exclusive London restaurant last week. "Both families are thrilled," says a source close to YN's team. "Lewis has been instrumental in helping YN rebuild her confidence after everything that happened."
The couple has split their time between Hamilton's properties in Monaco and London, with YN working on new music in a private studio near his Monaco residence. "She's in a much better place now," reveals a music industry source. "The songs she's writing are different - more mature, more confident. Lewis has encouraged her to tell her side of the story through her music rather than social media."
Their recent appearance at Carbone in NYC wasn't planned to be their public debut. "They thought they'd managed to secure a private dining room without any paparazzi presence," says a restaurant insider. "They were actually celebrating Lewis's recent podium in private."
Looking ahead, sources say the couple is planning to make their official debut soon. "They're done hiding," confirms an insider. "They want to do this relationship on their terms, not on the terms set by social media or tabloids."
When reached for comment, representatives for both Hamilton and YN declined to provide additional details, stating: "We ask that their privacy be respected as they navigate this relationship out of the public eye."
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username1 "Both families are thrilled" THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE 😭❤️
username2 notice how the "source" claims she's recording music? convenient comeback story loading...
username3 "Lewis has been instrumental in helping YN rebuild her confidence" - the way he's genuinely a good person 🥺
username4 she went from playing victim to dating an F1 champion... sis knows how to upgrade her PR strategy
username5 using him for image rehabilitation while he's at the peak of his career... she's smart, I'll give her that 🐍
username6 as an F1 fan, she better not mess with his head during race weekends. we've seen what happened to her previous relationships
username7 the way she found love while everyone was trying to tear her down... KARMA IS REAL
username8 "they spent the whole evening talking about everything except their careers" because she had no career left to talk about 💀
username9 the way they met because of her haters... y'all accidentally created the biggest power couple of 2024
username10 POWER COUPLE
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justjared FIRST CLEAR PICS: Lewis Hamilton & YN make their way to London!
YN rocks an oversized cream sweater, vintage shorts, and minimal makeup, while Lewis sports his signature stylish streetwear. The couple appears accompanied by Hamilton’s pet and Mercedes team members.
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username1 IM DYING
username2 AH FUCK PAPARAZZI
username3 convenient timing right before both their big moments (his race, her rumored album)
username4 he's so protective of her i can't 🥺
username5 she's really mastered the "innocent girlfriend" look after being exposed as fake
username6 can we talk about how this is the first time we actually see her in MONTHS
username7 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD this is all we wanted for her 😭
username8 as long as he keeps winning races, date whoever you want king
username9 watch how fast this "relationship" ends when she needs album promo
username10 the way they're just living their life despite all the hate... POWER COUPLE
username11 THE FACT THAT ROSCOE IS WITH THEM OMFG
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lewishamilton Grateful for these moments of peace between races. Ready for whatever comes next 🤍
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username1 KIIING
username2 IS THAT YN'S RING IN PIC 3??? The one her grandmother gave her?? 👀
username3 that's definitely HER hand...
username4 he way he's so subtle about it... that's real class
mercedesamgf1 Let’s go champ 💪
username5 vouldn't even post a proper pic together? PR relationship getting lazy
nina ❤️❤️🥺
↳ username1 nina is one of his closest friends this feels like confirmation smh
username6 THE RING THE HAND THE COFFEE I'M SCREAMING
username7 the way he's protecting their privacy while still letting us know she's there... we stan a respectful king
username8 AH IM SO HAPPY FOR HERRR
georgerussell63 Big love mate!
↳ username2 we know george is going to crack and spill the details
username9 POWER COUPLE OF THE CENTURY CONFIRMED
username10 nooo lewis get away from her she’s a bitch
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yourinstagram found my voice again 💘
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username1 OMFG
username2 IM SHAKING AND CRYING
username3 THE QUEEN IS COMING BACK TO END EVERYONE
adele We missed you a lot ✨✨
username4 "found my voice" girl you never lost it, you just got exposed 🙄
username5 comeback era loading... let's see how she explains everything
username6 watch everyone switch up when she drops the album of the year
sza SHE’S BACK 🥹🥹🥹
username7 AHHH MY GIRL I MISSED HER SO BAD
username8 there she goes playing the victim again
username9 FIRST POST IN FIVE MONTHS OH LORD
oliviarodrigo so happy to see you back 🥲 i can’t wait to hear those tunes
username10 ALBUM OF THE CENTURY IS COMING
username11 so this is why she’s been out with lewis hamilton i see
username12 LMFAO i can’t believe sir lewis hamilton played into her pr game
username13 SHES BACK !! SHES HAPPY !! SHES IN LOVE!!!
theweeknd 🖤🖤🖤
username14 THIS IS MONUMENTAL
lewishamilton ♥️
↳ username1 OMFG
↳ username2 IVE DIED AGAIN
↳ username3 THIS IS NOT A DRILL YALL
↳ username4 just fell to my knees at walmart
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f1gossip Lewis got asked about changes in his personal life lately and this was his response:
"You know, I've always believed in keeping certain parts of life private. What I can say is I'm in a really good place right now, both on and off track. Having people around who understand the pressure and support you... that's important. I think my performance comes down to hard work from the entire team. But yeah, having peace in your personal life always helps your mental game. That's all I'll say about that."
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username1 IM YELLING
username2 the way hamilton handled those personal questions... pure class
username3 "people who understand the pressure" HE'S TALKING ABOUT YN 😭
username4 finally someone asked! and he didn't deny it 👀
username5 "peace in your personal life" = YN confirmed
username6 the subtle smile... he's so in love
username7 notice how he dodged confirming but didn't deny? PR team working overtime
username8 his whole face lit up at the mention of her name but he stayed professional... we stan
username9 we need to do something to keep that bitch away from him
username10 I HATE THIS
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yourinstagram our secret moments in crowded rooms 🤍
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username1 OH MY GODDD
username2 LYRICS?? FOR HER SOFT LAUNCH??
bellahadid 🥺🥺🥺
username3 everything she does is calculated. Album promo starting in 3,2,1…
username4 the racing track photo… she really fell for an F1 driver 😭
↳ username1 im more shocked over the fact that she attended f1 races without being spotted
theweeknd much love to both of you ❤️
username5 watch how she'll milk this relationship for album promo
username6 "Secret moments" girl you've been papped everywhere
username7 THE WAY SHE'S SLOWLY LETTING US IN 😭 this is so precious
username8 THE MOST PRECIOUS SOFT LAUCH EVER
username9 this being possible song lyrics has me dying
username10 The fact they kept this private for months… true love exists
username11 convenient how this 'relationship' started right when her reputation was in the gutter. lewis is just her redemption arc 🐍
username12 notice how her "breakdown" magically disappeared once she got with him
nina LOVE YOU BOTH 🤍🤍
charles_leclerc ❤️
username13 using an F1 champion to rebuild her image… she's calculated I'll give her that
username14 THE FACT THAT SHE ATTENDED RACES AND NO ONE NOTICED THO
username15 she really said "how can I make everyone forget about my scandal? oh I know, date lewis hamilton"
zendaya a love so beautiful to see 💕
lewishamilton My shinning star 🤍
↳ username1 PAUSE
↳ username2 SHINNING STAR???? LORD
↳ username4 THIS NICKNAME IS SO CUTE I CANT DO THIS
↳ username5 this man is really in love
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yourinstagram END GAME. out this friday at midnight. this one's different. 🏁🖤
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username1 OH LORD
username2 ITS HAPPENING
username3 THE QUEEN IS COMING FOR BLOOD FINALLY
oliviarodrigro SCREAMING AND CRYING 😭😭😭 IN THE BEST WAY THO
username4 using f1 aesthetics to profit off lewis's fame… how predictable
username5 everything about her "comeback" is calculated around lewis. embarrassing
username6 THIS IS GOING TO BE HUGE
ladygaga Best news to wake up to! Proud of you my girl ❤️
↳ username1 gaga is like her stage mother wbk
gigihadid I'M READY
username7 COMEBACK OF THE CENTURY
username8 people thought she'll be over but shes back and better than ever
username9 THIS WILL FLOP
zayn 🙌🙌🙌
username10 the biggest pop star ever is back after all the mess wow
username11 WE WILL BE STREAMING
georgerussell63 Already pre saved 🤩
username12 NO ONE IS READY FOR THIS COLLAPSE
lewishamilton Proud of you, my shinning star
↳ username1 NOT OVER THAT THIS IS HIS NICKNAME FOR HER
↳ username2 DOWN BAD
↳ username3 he’s so damn supportive this is what she deserves
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lewishamilton Big reputation... 🖤
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username1 ICONIC
username2 LEWIS QUOTING YN'S SONG... THIS IS NOT A DRILL
georgerussell63 Looking sharp 🙌
↳ username1 how many times do you think george has played end game
username3 he's really playing along with this whole thing huh
mercedesamgf1 Looking focused for tomorrow's race 🏁
username4 yn liked this post within 30 seconds 😭
↳ username2 DOWN BAD
username5 the PR team working overtime today
username6 HES SO SUPPORTIVE
username7 im done with this relationship being pushed down our throats
username8 shameful that lewis is playing into the game of cleaning up her image
nina 🤍
username9 AN ICON
username10 REPUTATION ERA
↳ username4 omg what if the album is called reputation
yourinstagram 😍
↳ username1 GIIIIIRL
↳ username2 FIRST SHE COMMENTS ON ONE OF HIS POSTS
↳ username6 same girl
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ynupdates YN opens up about her relationship on the iHeart Radio!
"When everything was spiraling, when I didn't even want to make music anymore... he was there. Not trying to fix me, just understanding. He knows what it's like when the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fail. There's something beautiful about being with someone who gets it, the pressure, the constant scrutiny. We both know what it's like to be at the top and feel completely alone. He made me believe in myself again. Not as an artist, but as a person. That's the difference."
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username1 THE WAY SHE TEARED UP TALKING ABOUT HIM 😭
username2 YN's most candid interview since her comeback
username3 first time she's openly discussed their relationship
username4 still promoting that "saved by love" narrative i see
username5 they understand each other on a level no one else can
username6 THEY’RE SOULMATES
username7 their shared experiences with fame make them perfect for each other
username8 using trauma for promo... classic
username9 when will she stop acting like a victim
username10 they really saved each other and I'm crying 😭
username11 “not trying to fix me, just understanding” IM SOBBING AGAIN
username12 meant for each other
username13 they found each other at the right time
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yourinstagram CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT - track 2. tonight at midnight. 🤍
cover art taken by my personal sandwich maker during the recording of this album
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username1 CRYING
username2 ALBUM CONFIRMED THIS IS NOT A DRILL
arianagrande oh this one's DIFFERENT different
selenagomez Finally happiness looks so good on you sis 🥹
username3 "My castle crumbled overnight. I brought a knife to a gunfight. They took the crown, but it's alright" SHES ADDRESSING THE SCANDAL
↳ username1 what about “all the jokers dressed up as kings, they face to nothing when i look at him” I DIED DEAD
username4 SHES HEALING
username5 is she saying that lewis brought her lunch while she recorded the album I COULD CRY
username6 "he built a fire just to keep me warm" IM DEAD
zendaya this made me cry girl... so proud of you
username7 convenient how she's releasing during race week again
username8 "my baby's fit like a daydream" SHE'S SO REAL FOR THIS
haileybieber this one hits different... love you both sm
username9 "they took the crown but it's alright" girl you got exposed
username10 THIS SONG IS BEAUTIFUL THEY’RE SO IN LOVE
username11 confirmed that lewis was present during the recording of the album I CANT
charles_leclerc Lovely tune ❤️
↳ username1 THE DRIVERS BEING FANBOYS
username12 stop using lewis for promo he actually has a career
username13 this album is going to crush us
lewishamilton It was my pleasure, my shinning star 🤍
↳ username2 every time he comments on her posts i end up crying
↳ username3 LEWIS STOP
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f1updates BREAKING: YN spotted arriving to the Las Vegas paddock for the race tonight!
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username1 OMFG
username2 album announcement coming in 3...2...1...
username3 SHE LOOKS SO GOOD
username4 THE BEST WAG EVER
username5 everything is pr. she's using f1 aesthetic for her album
username6 THE WAY SHE'S ACTUALLY TAKING NOTES AND LEARNING ABOUT THE SPORT
username7 she looks so happy and healthy this is all i wanted for her
username8 SUPPORTIVE GF
username9 watch her use this whole weekend for her music video
username10 WATCH LEWIS TAKE THAT PODIUM
username11 she’s going to distract lewis
username12 i’m so happy they’re comfortable enough to show their relationship now
username13 the way lewis keeps explaining things to her... DOWN BAD YOUR HONOR
username14 this is so forced... album promo loading methinks
username15 oscar worthy performance
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lewishamilton P2 in Vegas. Electric night under the lights. Sometimes all you need is the right person in your corner to help you see the stars. Thank you for the support, team. Next stop, finale. 🌟
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username1 KING
username2 "the right person" "see the stars" I'M SCREAMING
mercedesamgf1 Stellar drive tonight 👊
georgerussell63 Great drive mate 💪
↳ username1 i just know george is their biggest shipper
username3 HES TALKING ABOUT YN
username4 down BAD your honor
username5 “see the stars” AND HE ALWAYS CALLS YN HIS SHINNING STAR I CANT
username6 p2 with yn there just feels right
username7 pr team working overtime again
username8 she changed him fr fr
nina Great drive! Proud of you ❤️
username9 HES A SOFTIE
username10 how much do you think her team is paying for this
username11 DONT CALL IT A COMEBACK HE NEVER LEFT
username12 most powerful couple strikes again
username13 he’s scoring podiums and yn is getting #1’s THE IT COUPLE
yourinstagram proud doesn’t even cover it 🤍
↳ username1 SHES HEREEEE
↳ username6 girl what do you even know about racing
↳ username2 OUR WAG
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yourinstagram REPUTATION. My 6th studio album. Out December 13th. Time to reclaim my narrative.
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username1 OMFGGGGG
username2 ITS HAPPENING ITS COMING
sebastianvettel Looking forward to this one 👊
↳ username1 SEB????
ladygaga THERE SHE IS!!! They're not ready
username3 MOTHER IS ENTERING HER NEW ERA WITH AN F1 CHAMPION BY HER SIDE... THE MATERIAL THIS WILL GIVE US
username4 just when she attended a gp... pretends to be shocked
username5 THE WAY SHE'S RECLAIMING EVERYTHING WHILE BEING THE HAPPIEST SHE'S EVER BEEN
carmenmmundt pre saved already 💘💘
↳ username1 ahhh the wags love her
username6 dating lewis and announcing albums... what's next? driving the car?
username7 SHES GOING TO EXPOSE EVERYONE AND IM READY
username8 and here she is, all the circus with hamilton was just to promote this
username9 how many of us thought she wouldn’t release music again and here she is breaking the internet
↳ username2 i’m so PROUD
username10 I SUPPORT WOMAN’S RIGHTS AND WRONGS
troyesivan the queen returns. missed you
username11 watch her play victim again
username12 SO PROUD OF HER
lewishamilton Proud of you, my shinning star. They have no idea what's coming 🖤
↳ username1 SHINNING STAR 😭
↳ username2 the fact that he has heard the album already tho
↳ username3 HOW MANY SONGS DO YOU THINK ARE ABOUT HIM
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yourinstagram a year ago, i thought i'd lost everything. my truth got twisted, my words got weaponized, my story got stolen. i retreated to my studio, thinking i'd hide forever. instead, i found my voice again. and then, somehow, in the midst of the noise, i found peace in the most unexpected place - in the sound of engines, in late night drives, in someone who knew exactly what it meant to live under scrutiny but race forward anyway.
this album is for everyone who's been misunderstood, mislabeled, or misjudged. it's for my team who never left. for the fans who defended me when i couldn't defend myself. for the love that taught me to trust again.
hey had their say. now it's my turn.
REPUTATION. tonight at midnight 🏁
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username1 ITS FUCKING COMING
username2 FINALLY
zendaya You showed them what grace under fire looks like. So proud of you sister ❤️
username3 NOT ME SOBBING AT "FOUND PEACE IN THE SOUND OF ENGINES" HELLO???
lewishamilton They can build their barriers, spread their lies, try to clip your wings - but they forgot one thing: you were born to fly. And I've never seen anyone soar quite like you do. Tonight we celebrate you finding your voice again. Proud doesn't begin to cover it, my shinning star🖤
↳ username1 OH LORD
↳ username2 this is just BEAUTIFUL
↳ username3 IM CRYING AGAIN
↳ yourinstagram ❤️ forever
username4 writing an essay won't make us forget
username5 THE WAY SHE MET HIM WHEN SHE WAS AT HER LOWEST AND NOW THEY'RE THRIVING... this is giving redemption arc your honor
username6 "someone who knew exactly what it meant" SHES SO IN LOVE
selenagomez You turned pain into power. That's my best friend y'all 🤍
username7 playing victim again... groundbreaking 🙄
mercedesamgf1 Ready to for it 🏁
username8 "in the midst of the noise" AND THEN SHE FOUND THE GOAT... literally crying in the club rn
username9 using racing terms doesn't make you a motorsport expert 🙄
username10 THE WAY SHE'S ABOUT TO SERVE THE BIGGEST COMEBACK IN HISTORY
theweeknd They tried to dim your light. Look at you now!
username11 EVERYBODY MOVE THE QUEEN IS COMING
carmenmmundt So excited !
username12 GIVE HER ALL THE GRAMMYS ALREADY
username13 she found love during her darkest time and i think that’s BEAUTIFUL
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gossiphub YN and Lewis Hamilton arrived at her REPUTATION release party at Monte Carlo Bay Hotel!
Details from inside sources:
Lewis helped organize the entire party
The venue is decorated with newspaper headlines transformed into art
Custom cocktails named after album tracks
Lewis's Monaco DJ friend is handling the music
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username1 THE WAY HE KEEPS FIXING HER TRAIN... boyfriend of the year
username2 NOT HIM MATCHING HER ALL BLACK AESTHETIC... they understood the assignment
username3 of course she had to make it about racing 🙄
username4 THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER... yeah this man is GONE gone
username5 someone inside said he made a toast calling her "the bravest person I know" BRB CRYING
username6 THIS IS POWER
username7 i’m done with this relationship fr
username8 the pr of it all
username9 george russell, carmen mundt, toto and susie wolff, charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux and bono are there THATS FAMILY
username10 this how how 7 formula 1 wdc and 14 grammys look like
username11 watch her dump him after she’s done with promo
username12 THIS IS WHAG YOU SEE AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN
username13 MOTHER AND FATHER
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lewishamilton Watching you turn pain into power, lies into lyrics, and darkness into light has been the greatest privilege. You showed them what grace under pressure really means. Now the world gets to hear what I've been lucky enough to witness in that studio. So proud of you, my shinning star. This isn't just your comeback - it's your victory lap 🖤
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username1 IM DYING
username2 OH I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS REAL
mercedesamgf1 Power couple 🤍
username3 funny how he only posts her when there's promo 🙄
username4 HE POSTED HER ON MAIN I CANT BELIEVE THIS
carmenmmundt 💘
username5 HE WAS IN THE STUDIO WHEN SHE RECORDED THE ALBUM OML
username6 NOT HIM USING RACING METAPHORS TO SHOW HIS LOVE... they literally share one brain
username7 she really trapped him fr
tomholland Power moves only! Congrats guys 🙌
haileybieber love you both 🤍🤍
username8 STILL THE BIGGEST PLOT TWIST OF 2024
username9 thinking about the lyric “even in my worst times you saw the truth in me” in dress 🥹🥹
username10 HELLO HOW MANY RACES SHE ATTENDED WITHOUT ANYONE NOTICING
username11 this picture is beautiful
yourinstagram "grace under pressure" says the man who taught me what that really means ♥️ i love you
↳ username1 YEAH SOBBING AGAIN
↳ username2 WARRRR IS OVERRRR
↳ username3 she deserves this and more
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yourinstagram my reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me 🤍
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username1 CRYING
username2 delicate superior song in reputation so trueeee
gigihadid the way he looks at you 🥹
username3 using his fame for comeback sadly obvious
username4 NOT THE COOKIE BAKING PIC FROM THE SECRET SESSIONS STORY
mercedesamgf1 Copy, understood. Over and out 🖤
username5 A WHOLE PHOTO DUMP... she's so real for this
charles_leclerc The studio sessions make sense now 😂
username6 MY FAVORITE LOVE STORY
username7 the way these two came into each other's lives exactly when they needed to 🥹
username8 THE CUDDLING PIC I CANT DO THIS
username9 who would’ve thought lewis would be the muse of one of the best albums ever
username10 i think it’s beautiful that she found her person when the rest of the world was trying to bring her down
lewishamilton Liked you through every headline, every storm, every race 🖤
SUMMARY 𝄡 Lando Norris will happily be your trophy boyfriend, even at his own event.
PAIRING 𝄡 Lando Norris x A-List Actress! FemReader
TAGS 𝄡 Fluff, Light Angst ( blink and you'll miss it ).
WORDCOUNT 𝄡 5.5k.
NOTE 𝄡 This is my first fanfic, and I wanted to find a happy middle between traditional writing and smaus⏤it's kind of a mess and the end is rushed but whatever. Way too many mythological references in this... Let's say that it is because Y/N is going to star in Nolan's Odyssey, alright? <33
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The printed words of the screenplay formed an unintelligible jumble that even your reading glasses could not unravel.
From the living room, Lando’s voice pierced the walls and lulled you into a sleep you refused to surrender to. Two hours ago, Christopher had sent you fifteen new pages of dialogue for you to learn; there was no way you were going to put this off until tomorrow—Mr. Nolan was not to be kept waiting, least of all for a project as Herculean as The Odyssey.
The book lay in your lap, long since abandoned on a page of the sixth book. Even Odysseus’ shipwreck on the shore of Scheria could not captivate you; it only drew you further into the depths of exhaustion.
A sigh pulled you away from the galleys and Phaeacian currents. Soon, the blurred but familiar silhouette of Lando filled your tired retina.
You did not need to see him to know he was tormented. His hunched shoulders and dejected gait spoke for him. Without a word, you placed the blue script on the couch and removed your glasses.
“What's wrong?” you asked softly.
Lando plopped down on the couch beside you, making Homer's work bounce off the floor. Already forgotten in the face of a loved one's urgency, neither of you thought to pick it up.
“The FIA wants to do this big event to launch the new cars.”
You frowned and let your fingers brush against his thigh to calm him down. When he was nervous, Lando fidgeted, as if his entire body was trying to express his anxieties when his words failed.
“Isn't that what happens every year?”
“It's different. They want to make a ceremony of it this year. At the O2, no less. With a red carpet and all that crap.”
If Lando shined under the cameras of the paddock and—even if he did not dare admit it—those of Drive To Survive, unforeseen events such as this one filled him with a sense of anxiety rooted in the comments that, for the past few months, malevolent people had been sowing on the Internet.
“Well, it's your lucky day. I happen to know a thing or two about ‘red carpets and all that crap.’ I could give you a few tips before the big night,” you giggled as you leaned over the coffee table.
Your cup of coffee, like the book, had been forgotten.
You grimaced when your lips tasted the cold brew.
“Or you could come with me.”
The cup clattered against the table and rattled the knick-knacks. A drop of coffee splashed on Homer. Another shipwreck for Odysseus, bitter and cold this time.
“This is… a big decision, Lando,” you finally spoke, taking care to articulate each syllable—as if its mere pronunciation could delay the inevitable.
If you want to live happily, you've got to live secretly. Those were the words you had been told repeatedly since your early days in the film industry. A motto that had ingrained itself in your skull and never left since then. Cameras belonged on the set, not in the intimate sphere, for they only consumed what was precious and left nothing but heartbreaking ashes.
You refused to let your love for Lando be reduced to a burnt film strip.
“I don't know.”
“Please, love.”
You picked up the Odyssey and slipped in an old receipt as a bookmark—a mere distraction, an attempt to waste time. Praying for the mundane to fight the unexpected, your fingers mechanically traced the curved waves of the cover, but even the sea could not drown the hurtful words of your former relationships.
“People will talk," you insisted. "They won’t care about the car or you, only about us, and I don't want that.”
Your ever-growing notoriety had destroyed many relationships, platonic or not. The jealousy and envy of men—such fragile, sensitive creatures—always took you away from Elysium fields and damned you to the infinite solitude of the Asphodel meadow.
You would rather plunge into the Styx than see Lando give in to the vices of the male ego.
A head came to rest on your chest and drew you out of your ruminations. In a loving reflex, your hand buried itself in Lando's brown curls. He sighed and nestled against your breasts, until you could not distinguish where he and you began.
“Let them talk and come with me. Please.”
For a few minutes, you said nothing, your gaze fixed on the cup of cold coffee and the Odyssey. What could you say, after all? None of your arguments would pierce Lando's will; the year you had spent at his side had taught you that.
“When?” you asked, at last.
“February 18th.”
You tugged at a brown lock and watched it fall back into a curl before leaning over to kiss his forehead, just above a mole that—like all the others—you had come to love. You remained there for a while, lulled by Lando's familiar scent and the sensation of his warm skin against your lips.
A sigh rattled your chest and landed on your lover’s tanned flesh. He shivered at the sensation.
“All right, then.”
Lando straightened up and nearly head-butted you.
“Really?!”
“I can still change my mind.”
“Nope. Too late. You can’t take it back now.”
He caught your face between his hands and planted his lips against yours, murmuring a plethora of thank you that soon vanished in the fervour of his kisses. One of his hands slid from your thigh to the small of your back and pulled you closer to him.
As he abandoned your lips for your jaw, then your neck, Lando's head abruptly fell back against the couch when you pushed him away. Stunned, lips aglow, he watched you step over him and disappear into the hallway.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
Already, his voice was but a mere afterthought as your thumb scrolled through your contact list.
“I need to call my stylist," you mumbled. "If I'm going to face your fangirls and internet, I might as well do it in an archive gown.”
The car’s tinted windows were already losing the battle against the camera flashes. The separation was purely psychological—a fleeting moment of respite before the leap of faith, for the eyes were already overwhelmed by the blinding light. The poor souls forced to endure it became knockoff Tiresiases, prophets doomed to foresee the same immutable future: the night would be intrusive.
Already, hands had torn through the finely woven tapestry of personal space. Famous or not, dozens of fingers had dressed you, styled you, and painted you into an icon—one the vultures would immortalize, and the admirers, worship. Even now, pairs of hands fluttered around you. They adjusted your gown, retouched your makeup, and tamed the few rebellious strands that had escaped hairspray and pins.
This routine, you had come to associate it with film sets and glitzy events such as this one. The familiar motions helped you slip into character—that of the perfect public persona. Flaws perished under the burning lights, leaving only idols sculpted by the frenzied cult of fame.
You had grown to resent the offerings and prayers people scattered on your path daily. Fame had been born from your love of cinema—an unintended consequence, not a pursuit. A tragic heroine of the modern age—one among many in the industry—you had long cursed your fate.
Then, one day, a devotee had placed you at the centre of a liturgy of love you had never foreseen. Suddenly, you were no longer a damned Sibyl, but an Aphrodite, revered by one and only man.
Around you, the hustle continued, yet the quick movements of your stylist and makeup artist unsettled you less than Lando’s gaze, which burned hotter than the camera flashes. You felt his eyes wash over your glittering skin, your diamond-draped neckline, and, at last, your lips, rouge passion.
You—as much a Tiresias as a Sibyl—read with ease the subtle signs on your lover’s face.
Love birthed habit and familiarity, and nothing was more familiar for you than the spark in Lando’s eyes—desire, burning and bold, a need only touch could soothe.
When he lunged toward you, you slapped a hand over his mouth and pushed him away.
“I spent two hours getting my makeup done, Norris. Keep your filthy paws to yourself.”
He whined.
“Come on. Just one kiss!”
“No.”
He groaned and settled for a kiss to the back of your hand.
“You’re stunning,” he whispered against your skin, before letting your hand drop gently on his thigh.
In a vain attempt to escape his adoring gaze—and to let the flush on your cheeks fade—you dove into a flurry of caring gestures, becoming yourself a pair of doting hands. You straightened Lando’s collar, tucked back a few curls that had fallen across his forehead, and smoothed the wrinkles of his black jacket, tracing the firm shape of his shoulders with your fingertips.
“Such a handsome man.”
He smiled, his eyes sparkling with joy. It was hard to believe that only a month ago, he would have fought tooth and nail to avoid this Dionysian chaos. Now, he wore his confidence like a second skin—one you almost envied.
You turned your head and let your eyes wander to the window, beyond the glass: towards the Others, their gazes, their judgments.
“Ready to face Hell?” you joked, but it fell flat as anxiety slowly nested in your chest.
What if they didn’t take it well? What if they accused you of stealing the spotlight? What if they hated you for dating their favourite driver?
Lando caught your hand. His lips found their way between the diamonds and gold of your bracelets, warming the curve of your wrist with a kiss.
“With you by my side? Always.”
Your fingers intertwined. The weight of his hand in yours was a quiet anchor. Lando tilted his head, silently asking you if you were ready. No, you wanted to scream—is anyone ever truly ready for such event?—but chose to keep silent and nodded instead.
“Remember. I’m here with you,” Lando said before knocking twice on the window.
The door opened and Chaos swallowed you whole.
Lights and voices coiled into a thick fog, numbing your senses, but you forced a smile onto your painted lips. Already, you could feel Lando drifting away, caught in the fervour of the event, in the euphoria of the moment—today, he was the one being celebrated. Who could resist the sweet intoxication of adoration?
“This way, Lando!”
“Lando! Can you sign my cap?”
“I love you!”
Photographers and frenzied fans screamed at the top of their lungs to be blessed with a second of his attention. His name echoed through the crowd, and you felt pure joy seeing him so loved by others. The world had not been kind to him lately; knowing the internet did not mirror reality eased your anxious but loving heart.
Throughout the first rows of fans, your pinkies remained entwined, a constant reminder of each other’s presence—a silent I won’t let go. But soon, you let go, allowing Lando to shine. Alone. This was his night, his moment, and you did not want to pull him from the spotlight with your mere presence. Already, you could feel the atmosphere shift, hear your name travel through the crowd.
“Lan– Oh my god, is that...?”
“Y/N!”
You waved to the young girls but stepped no closer, instead motioning toward Lando with a nod, as if to say Look at him. Not me.
Farther down the red carpet, your lover had not yet realized he now walked alone, but his body, already, was feeling your absence; his fingers clenched, seeking yours, but found only empty air.
You did not look away from Lando’s back. Unwittingly, he had become Orpheus, and you, a Eurydice. Don’t turn around, you wanted to scream. You did not want him to see the space between you both—a shield against strangers, harsher than the Gods in their judgment.
But, for Orpheus would always be Orpheus, Lando looked back when his hand closed on emptiness one too many times. He searched for you in the crowd and frowned when he saw you so far behind.
An event coordinator, headset on, clipboard in hand, tried to usher him to the photocall but Lando refused to budge, his green eyes locked on yours. He reached out a hand.
You shook your head, smiling softly.
It’s your moment, you mouthed.
I don’t care.
Beside him, the coordinator was growing impatient, muttering into his headset and tapping his foot, while photographers shouted incoherent words—a chaotic mix of both your names. You knew they were after the most expensive shot of the night—and what better than that of the industry’s newest couple?
Please, he mouthed again.
Your heart skipped a beat. Who could resist those eyes? You hesitantly stepped toward the photocall.
Toward him.
The flashes exploded.
“Y/N! Y/N, I love you!”
“On your right!”
“Gorgeous, darling! As always!”
“Smile for me!”
When you reached his side, Lando did not hesitate. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him.
“I love you,” he whispered in your ear, as the crowd screamed and the cameras flashed.
Lando had yet to let go of your waist; you had become his constant solace in this labyrinth of glitter and pretense—his own thread of Ariadne, which he had woven stitch by stitch around his heart as a makeshift armor. You clung to him just as fiercely, already bored out of your mind.
“One last interview, and then we head inside,” he whispered before brushing a soft kiss on your cheek.
You stifled a sigh of relief. You had long since lost count of the interviews given, the rehashed questions, the trite answers Lando conjured with effortless charm. This red carpet felt more and more like a descent into the Underworld, inhabited by souls too curious to be sincere. The Asphodel Meadow stretched endlessly before you both; how much longer would you be condemned to wander through it?
As if sensing the flicker of frustration rising in you, Lando’s thumb stroked your hip gently as he guided you into yet another round of questions. He had become your Charon, steering you across the wreckage of media frenzy.
The journalist, another face in the crowd but far too cheerful for your liking, greeted you with a brightness that strained your already-fake smile.
“What an entrance! Everyone is talking about you both!”
What could one possibly reply to that? Luckily, Lando stepped in, offering a polished response that seemed to please the journalist, judging by her eager nodding.
You envied Odysseus and his wax; you were forced to endure the endless, hollow songs of sirens—human in form but no less vicious—ready to devour your words and regurgitate them in some twisted new order designed to wreck your image.
For the briefest second, you entertained the thought of diving into the Styx, never to return. You would rather drown than suffer through their tiresome, invasive questions.
The woman before you asked yet another question, but you tuned it out, choosing instead to scan the crowd of other attendees. You quickly spotted Oscar and Lily and offered a discreet wave, which they returned.
A pang of jealousy shot through you as the couple passed unbothered by journalists—no one bombarded them, no one tried to wring secrets from their mouths. They were allowed to breathe. They were allowed to simply exist.
You, however, felt suffocated by the scrutinizing stares multiplying around you like spores. These reporters didn’t care about Formula One—they were after a good story to tell. A good story to sell.
All the years you had spent mastering the art of answering dull questions seemed to vanish, buried beneath the indignation of seeing Lando’s victories silenced in favour of your love story.
A gentle squeeze at your waist pulled you away from your bitter thoughts.
"Sorry, what were we saying?" you asked, hoping your shining smile would suffice to make the reporter forget your lack of manners.
“I was just asking what you're wearing tonight,” she repeated.
“Oh!” Your hands instinctively smoothed down the satin of the dress. “An archive by John Galliano for Dior.”
“We didn’t expect anything less from you. As always, you look stunning! I love this pink, though I must admit, I’m a bit disappointed you’re not in orange!” the journalist chuckled.
You silently thanked your acting classes, and all the hours spent perfecting your fake laugh.
“No, I decided to go for something a bit more… discreet tonight. But I’m sure you’ll have other chances to see me in orange from now on.”
“Oh? Is that so? Should we expect Y/N L/N on the paddock this year?”
Lando’s gaze burned the side of your face, just as attentive—if not more than the journalist—to your reply.
It was a question you had not dared broach before. Cloaked in secrecy, some subjects had been left in dusty corners. Two months ago, the idea would not have even crossed your mind—for there was no way you would have shown up at a Grand Prix and sparked rumours.
But tonight, revealing your relationship had reshuffled everything. You no longer had to hide. You could love each other freely—for the better, or worse.
“Who knows?” you answered with a sly smile. “Maybe. I have to support the future world champion, after all.”
You did not need to look to know Lando was rolling his eyes, lips turning into a bashful smile. His hand squeezed your waist.
He adored when you loved him loudly.
“Do you think he has a chance to win this year?" the journalist asked. “He did finish just behind Max Verstappen last season.”
“I hope so. I believe in him, at least. And no matter the outcome, I’ll always be proud of him. He’s an amazing driver.”
You reached for his hand where it still clung to your waist, intertwining your fingers just as a PR staff asked the journalist to wrap it up.
“Have a wonderful evening, lovebirds! And Y/N, I hope to see you on the paddock soon.”
The champagne struggled to make its way down your throat. You had hoped to find some courage in the golden bubbles, but the cameras that tracked your every movement left a bitter taste on your tongue and spoiled the sparkling pleasure.
You set your glass down—too abruptly—spilling a few drops onto the pristine white tablecloth and catching others’ attention. Lando’s hand found your thigh, stroking and wrinkling the soft pink silk.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” you muttered back, brushing a drop of champagne off your wrist. “Just… the fucking cameras.”
He hummed and dabbed at the champagne with his napkin. You watched him do so, heart threatening to burst out of your chest. He did it without a second thought. The casualness of it all, the tender touch with which he wiped your skin, made you blush.
You felt a sudden urge to throw your arms around his neck, but the gleam of a camera lens snapped you back to reality.
On the stage, bathed in red light, Jack Whitehall was shouting something about the show going on or some other nonsense. You had not listened to his monologue, too busy being hyper-aware of your own body, your every breath and blink.
From the corner of your eye, you noticed the camera crew starting to move. One of them crouched directly in front of you and aimed his lens at your face.
In the blink of an eye, you straightened your shoulders, tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind your ear, and put on a careless, effortless smile. It was as if your small breakdown had never happened, already pushed back to let Y/N the movie star shine.
Still, a crack appeared in the perfect illusion when your eyes flickered to the massive screen overhead.
It was still broadcasting Jack’s face, but a chill crawled up your spine—a bad feeling taking root in your chest⏤as your gaze wandered to the cameraman at your feet.
“That is when you know your sport is ridiculously minted. When you book the O2 for an event to announce the colour of a load of cars that are all exactly the same as last season. The only new thing this year is Lando Norris’s girlfriend—who is probably the only person in this room who doesn’t need an introduction. Y/N L/N, everyone!”
Your eyes had not left the screen and, soon enough, you were staring back at your own face. Next to you, Lando clapped and whistled, as thrilled as the rest of the crowd.
His stupid antics eased your nerves. Lando had always known how to calm you—a magical skill that he abused sometimes, using it against you during arguments or to have his way.
How grateful you were for it tonight.
You smiled and waved at the audience, praying for them to move on, but Jack was not done.
“When she walked in, the whole room stood up so fast I thought a tax inspector had entered the building!”
The joke pulled a genuine laugh out of you—perhaps the first of the evening. Lando lit up at the sound. He grabbed your hand and kissed it with a dazzling smile.
When your eyes met—his, full of pride, yours, mortified—he winked. The cameraman—and the entire arena with him—did not miss it, sending everyone into a frenzy when it replayed on the screen. You even heard a few awes from the audience, which did not help your embarrassment one bit.
You only let yourself breathe again when the cameras finally drifted away, Jack having found a new soul to torment.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t know he’d do all that.”
Lando raised an eyebrow over his glass of champagne.
His large hand was still resting on your thigh.
“What are you apologizing for? I thought it was funny.”
“They should be talking about you.”
He scoffed.
“The less they do, the better. Gives the haters less ideas. And to be honest, I’ve got other things on my mind tonight than lame jokes.”
“Like what?”
His hand slid higher as he leaned in.
“You in that dress,” he whispered against your ear.
“Behave,” you muttered through your teeth, trying to ignore the heat that bloomed low in your belly. “People are watching.”
“Even better.”
He kissed you.
Lando’s lips tasted like champagne and euphoria, leaving you so dazed you did not see the camera focused on you from afar.
You had been naïve to think Jack Whitehall would settle for one joke. Clearly, you had underestimated the comedian, who—between flirty exchanges with Charles Leclerc—had managed to sneak over to the McLaren’s table and settle in a chair beside Lando.
His sudden proximity could only mean trouble. You kept a wary eye on the cameras—once again pointed in your direction, though focused on Lando this time (much to your delight)—and silently prayed to fade in the background
To your dismay, the mischievous glances Jack kept throwing your way made it perfectly clear that vanishing was not an option. The British host had not forgotten about you, and he intended to savor your discomfort.
A technician—at least he looked the part with his headset and walkie-talkie in hand—gave Jack a thumb up, prompting him to straighten up. A red light blinked atop the camera. “We’re live!” an imaginary director screamed in your mind. Old habits die hard.
For a second, you let your thoughts wander to your screenplay and its fifteen new pages, laying abandoned in your suitcase back at the hotel. How you longed for Odysseus.
You glanced at the giant screen and relaxed upon realizing you were out of frame.
After an entire evening trapped under the spotlight, it was now Lando’s turn to shine.
And shine he did. Sun-kissed, smiling, utterly at ease—he was radiant. A tight knot, full of love, formed in your throat. There was nothing more beautiful than seeing someone you hold dear thrive.
A fierce surge of pride swelled in your chest. This man—as talented as beautiful—was yours.
“Guys, we’ve got so many amazing celebrity guests in the house. We’ve got singers here tonight, we’ve got actors.” His head popped up over Lando’s shoulder. “Hello there, Y/N.”
The camera panned to you, and for what felt like the hundredth time that night, you smiled and waved at the roaring crowd, pushing aside the déjà-vu rising inside to lean toward Jack. Your chin brushed against Lando’s suit-clad shoulder. The scent of his cologne curled around you in a warm embrace.
Play the part.
A charming smile spread across your crimson lips.
“Good evening, Jack,” you purred back.
That single line made the comedian stammer and giggled. He fanned himself with his cue cards and rattled off a clumsy joke.
You bit back a grin.
Men really were the simplest creatures.
Beside you, Lando straightened up and shifted in his seat—just enough to place himself in between the two of you and break your eye contact.
Oh yes, so simple.
“Those eyes. Well, you sure do know how to make a grown man blush,” Jack said with mock sternness, retreating slightly. Lando could be intimidating when he wanted to be. “But enough with you, we’ll talk more later.”
You were not sure if that was a promise or a threat.
“For now,” he went on, “there is only one man I’m looking to talk to tonight and it’s this man here. Mister Lando Norris!
You did not hesitate and joined the crowd’s euphoria, clapping so hard your palms began to sting.
“Lando, last season you came so close. Is this going to be your year?”
“It wasn’t that close to be honest. Max had it. But I hope so. I’m working hard. The team is working hard.”
Behind him, you nodded instinctively. You had witnessed first-hand the sleepless nights, the hours spent studying data, memorizing circuits, rotting away in the simulator. No one deserved the championship more than Lando.
“Well, I hope you’ll bring it home,” Jack said. “And hey, if you don’t, you can always play with girlfriend’s trophy collection. She’s got enough to lend you a few!”
Without warning, Jack turned to her.
“Y/N, by now you must be used to this sort of event. Is the F1 75 as glamourous as the BAFTAs or Golden Globes? I know there’s nothing for you to win here, which must feel a bit strange, but I swear you’ll love it—we’ve even got tire-shaped hors d’oeuvres.” He turned to the camera. “Suck it, Hollywood!”
“So far, it seems much less competitive,” you quipped. “I’m a little disappointed, to be honest.”
“You’re up for Best Actress, right?”
You nodded.
“Nervous?”
“Always.”
“Don’t be coy. Seriously?!” Jack chuckled. “Everyone knows you’re going to win! You’re basically the Max Verstappen of the movie industry!”
The giant screen cut to the Dutch champion, looking thoroughly unimpressed. You sighed inwardly.
I feel you, Max.
“Oh. Looks like someone behind the camera is telling me to go back to Lando. Bo-ring,” he rolled his eyes, “but I must oblige or else the FIA won’t pay me.”
Thus, Jack left you alone and turned back to your boyfriend. Hidden from the camera’s view, you hooked your little finger around his and squeezed.
“Lando, I wanna know what happens with an F1 driver in the off-season. What you get up to… Is it hard with all those Drive to Survive cameras in your face all the time to properly chill out? Were you able to Netflix and chill?”
You snorted as a boom mic dangled awkwardly above Lando’s head. Jack swatted it away, but your own memories remained, that of endless shooting days and drowsing sound engineers.
“I did. I’ll tell you what.”
His reply barely registered over the crowd’s laughter, but you heard it loud and clear and smacked his arm, cursing Lando’s cheeky side and his constant need to toss fuel on the fire.
“I spent some time with my family, my friends.” He exhaled. “Hum. Yeah, a bit of Netflix and chill. I did it all.”
The crowd roared. Jack burst out laughing. You buried your face in your hands.
“Best of luck this season. Give it up for Lando Norris!”
As the cameras moved on, you leaned toward Lando, your cheeks still flushed.
“Laying it on thick, aren’t you?”
He just shrugged in response.
“I want people to know you’re mine.”
A flurry of notifications pulled you from a well-deserved sleep. Beside you, Lando was still out cold, completely unbothered by the constant alarms. Last night had done a number on him—be it the never-ending ceremony or your rather eventful return to the hotel.
A dazed smile crept onto your face as the memories from last night resurfaced.
Though you did not want to, you dragged yourself out of bed and reached for your phone, which was still buzzing. It had landed on the floor in the heap of last-night crumpled clothes.
The whole pile reeked of champagne—a telltale sign of a night well spent.
Stifling a yawn into the crook of your elbow, you wasted no time to unlock your phone, the flood of messages immediately drawing you in—all from your agent. As you skimmed through them, your brows shot higher with each one until, finally, you tapped on the last: a link to a gossip page.
“Fuck.”
Ignoring the dull ache in your legs and lower belly, you rushed over to Lando and shook his shoulder.
“Babe, wake up.”
No reaction.
“Come on, get up,” you tried again.
When he still did not budge, you resorted to drastic measures and shoved him clean off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud, muffled by the thick carpet of the suite.
“What the–?” he muttered, cracking one eye open as he straightened up and peered over his shoulder.
You kneeled beside him and shoved the phone in his face, screen brightness cranked to the max. He blinked once. Twice. His eyelids fluttered against the assault of light before he smacked his lips to chase away the dryness on his tongue.
“What am I looking at?” he asked, voice still hoarse with sleep.
“Read.”
The liveries' new engines for the upcoming Formula 1 season were not the only things to heat up the O2 arena last night. Hollywood royalty Y/N L/N made her grand⏤and completely unexpected⏤entrance on the red carpet, instantly overtaking the event.
It is fair to say that the actress, whose face has become a permanent fixture not only in theaters but also on the cover of Vogue or at the Met Gala, was the talk of the evening⏤as she always is. Draped in a pink Dior archive gown, the Golden Globe-winning actress turned heads the second she stepped in the arena... as Lando Norris’s plus-one!
According to inside sources⏤who were quick to spill the tea⏤the driver and A-List actress have been dating for over a year, but this marks their first official public outing as a couple. Talk about a hard-launch!
McLaren's golden boy⏤who came second in last season's world championship⏤quickly faded into the background as L/N stole the spotlight. And he didn’t seem to mind one bit, instead beaming with pride and fully embracing his new role as a trophy boyfriend!
One thing is sure, while he may be chasing a world-champion title on the track⏤as he reaffirmed last night to Whitehall⏤off it, it seems that Lando Norris has already won, for there is no trophy in this world better than Y/N L/N.
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Y/N in vintage Dior with Lando trailing behind her like a good purse holder?? Iconic.
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Wait… they’ve been dating for A YEAR?? How did we miss this?? I need a timeline, a series, a podcast—SOMETHING.
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They make so much sense together. I'm already obsessed.
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Lando handed you your phone back and flopped onto the bed, curls matted into the pillow, one arm behind his head. You remained standing, determined not to be swayed by his distractingly sculpted biceps, now on full display.
A smug smile lit up his tired face. You had to fight against the overwhelming urge to slap it off.
“I guess I am your trophy boyfriend.”
You rolled your eyes as he burst out laughing and tossed a pillow square at his head. He caught it without blinking.
Those fucking reflexes.
“Shut up.”
He reached for you, arms wide open and eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Come here, sugar mommy.”
You flipped him off and walked out of the room without a second glance for him.
“Does this mean I can come to the Oscars with you?” he called after you.
SUMMARY 𝄡 There's a stray child in the McLaren garage, and of course, Lando is the one who has to deal with it.
PAIRING 𝄡 Lando Norris x Single Mother! FemReader
TAGS 𝄡 Fluff.
WORDCOUNT 𝄡 1k.
NOTE 𝄡 The cutest thing I've ever written ( yet ). This drabble is about another pairing I had in mind... <33
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
Something tugged at Lando’s race suit.
Amid the paddock frenzy, that subtle touch⏤so gentle he first thought he’d imagined it⏤startled him enough to abandon his pre-race ritual.
He looked down.
And found himself nose-to-nose with a pair of big amber eyes.
Lando blinked.
The child blinked back.
“What the—?” he murmured before crouching to her level. “What are you doing here, muppet? Where are your parents?”
She let go of his leg, stuffed her fist into her mouth—long enough for drool to glisten down her chin and wrist—and dropped onto the ground with a soft oomph.
She smacked her lips a few times—undoubtedly mimicking someone—and then clapped her hands, giggling.
“Mama!”
Lando cast a desperate glance around him, but the engineers and mechanics paid him no mind, wholly absorbed in their final adjustments to the car.
“I don’t know where your mama is.”
He ran a hand through his curls as stress began to rise. The girl looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes, only fuelling the tsunami building in his chest.
Of course it had to happen to him.
“Well... what am I supposed to do with you now?”
For a fleeting moment, he considered calling Oscar, who was probably still holed up in his room, but the Aussie driver was just as hopeless in situations like this—if not worse. His mother’s face flashed through his mind, and he suppressed a shiver at the thought of her scolding him.
That’s when he noticed it.
Tucked between the girl’s overalls and t-shirt, a lanyard.
Carefully, Lando pulled it free and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the pass. He flipped it over, softened momentarily at the ID photo, and read the name printed in bold.
“Apolline L/N? Well, at least we know you're not a paddock intruder, muppet.”
She giggled as if she understood him, then tipped forward—still figuring out her balance, clearly. Lando caught her before she hit the ground, muttering a quiet thanks for his fast reflexes.
As he resumed reading, he absentmindedly rubbed her back. Shaken by her near tumble, she had settled her head against his chest, sucking on her thumb.
Apolline L/N
VIP ACCESS
A guest of: SCUDERIA FERRARI
“Well, I guess your mama’s probably over at Ferrari. What do you say, Apolline?” He leaned back to meet her gaze. “Shall we go for a walk?”
He stood, a child in his arms and tiny fingers clinging to his fireproofs.
Together, they set off.
Eyes lingered on the duo as they passed by. Whispers soon followed. What was Lando Norris doing with a small girl in his arms? Was that his sister? His daughter from a past fling?
He could already imagine the headlines, always eager to twist the narrative. Watching warily as a cameraman aimed his lens at them, he tucked Apolline's head into his neck and tightened his embrace before quickening his pace.
He passed Williams, then Mercedes—ignoring George’s raised eyebrow—and finally stopped in front of the red garage.
The usual Monaco frenzy took on a different flavour here. Lando could almost taste the tension soaked into every inch of the garage.
Ferrari wasn’t swept up in Monaco mania, no; they were drowning in Chaos.
A Charles in full race gear paced, his phone pressed to his ear, while a flustered Alexandra—so far removed from her usual elegance—tried to comfort a woman in tears.
Her sobs drowned out the frantic conversations of the team, whose faces all wore the same expression: that of pure dread.
In his arms, Apolline began to wriggle.
“Mama!”
At the sound, the woman spun around. She tore herself from Alexandra’s arms and ran to Lando.
The latter remained frozen as he took in the woman before him. His eyes darted between her sparkling gaze and her intoxicating mouth. They would have travelled further down—drawn to the delicious lines of her figure in that dress—had she not spoken, brows furrowed.
“May I have my daughter back?”
Her French accent nearly made him faint.
“What? Your daughter… Oh—uh—yeah! Of course!” he stammered. “She’s yours. Right. Obviously.”
Clumsily, he transferred Apolline into her mother’s arms. She hugged the girl tightly before setting her down and checking her over.
“Mon ange! You scared me to death! Don't ever do that again. If you want to go wandering, we’ll go together. Understood?”
The little girl just laughed, unfazed by the turmoil she’d caused, and dashed off into the garage. Lando watched her wrap herself around Alexandra’s legs, and then—
Vanilla.
Lando instinctively hugged the woman back. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed in the sweet scent as his hands tightened on her back.
“Thank you,” she whispered with the kind of gratitude only a mother could convey.
When she stepped back, Lando was already mourning the warmth of her body against his. Flushing, he rubbed the back of his neck to chase the thought away and shrugged.
Control yourself, she has a child.
“It’s nothing. Anyone would’ve done the same.”
“Still. It means a lot.”
She offered her hand.
“I’m Y/N.”
“Lando.”
Alexandra called her over. Y/N gave him a small, apologetic smile—one that did something strange to his chest—and turned to walk away, tossing a final “thank you” over her shoulder.
Lando stayed there, a little dazed.
A throat cleared, breaking the spell.
Fred Vasseur stood in front of him with his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. Only then did Lando realize half the garage was staring at him.
Knowing he had overstayed his welcome, he turned on his heel and headed back toward the McLaren garage—but not without grabbing Charles by the collar. The Monegasque struggled against his hold before freezing as Lando leaned in and whispered:
“Give me Y/N’s number, or I’m crashing into you at turn one, constructors’ championship be damned.”
summary: you're notoriously picky about your muses. no wonder lando's all flattered when he manages to figure out that you've written a few poems about him.
a/n: please enjoy! as per usual any songs/poems i reference are not my work. thank you so much for the request, i didn't follow it entirely but i loved the idea of an artistic!reader
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yourinstagram found a new muse
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user1 new collection WHEN
user2 that cat is so cute is it yours?
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yourinstagram yes! her name is stevie
user3 she's picking up the pen again!
mothercain well? show it to me
yourinstagram i'm in the editing process 🤕 art takes time
mothercain or you're getting shy
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yourinstagram oh...technology
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user1 y/n and f1 crossover??
user2 collab we didn't know we needed
user3 we see you alex
alexandrasaintmleux send me the pictures you took please 🩷 think i found my new favorite photographer
yourinstagram too kind. usually i'm more of a pen and paper girl
alexandrasaintmleux well the artistry certainly carries over
user4 i KNEW they'd like each other
user5 waist who
user6 love you SM
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yourinstagram teaser
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user1 OH MY GOD WHERE CAN I ORDER
user2 ur such an inspiration y/n
mothercain proud of you
yourinstagram thanks ml <3
user3 wtf is f1 admin doing here
f1 we love y/n's poetry, doesn't everyone?
user4 is she doing a f1 special or sth
user5 the signature is sooo cute
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lando i'm literate, i promise.
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user1 his jawline...
user2 on holiday?? don't you have a car to be driving
oscarpiastri as long as you believe it!
lando you're a horrible friend
user3 WAIT GUYS THAT'S Y/N'S BOOK
user4 who's y/n
user3 @/user4 @/yourinstagram she's a poet and she recently came out with a new poetry collection
user5 woah. hear me out: it's about lando??
user6 bfr no educated girl would go for that man
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mclaren Celebrated poet Y/N L/N in our garage today 🧡 Wanna write something about our cars, too?
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user1 i would cry if i wrote a poem about a driver and he read it and his team read it and then they invited me and asked me to write about their cars
user2 mclaren really trying to cement their legacy
user3 oh she's STUNNING
yourinstagram was it fun tormenting me
mclaren do you not like our company ☹️
user4 @/mclaren she's only there for lando
user5 so we're basically accepting that her new collection is about a freaking racecar driver
user6 lando's fine but is he THAT fine
user7 love does weird things to people
user8 i mean he liked the post
lando guess i'm just more interesting
user9 y/n hasn't responded guess she's busy dying of mortification
user10 oh he's going to be insufferable
user11 the dad lore will go crazy "that poem you're reading in english class? yeah! it's about me!"
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f1gossipofficial Is that Y/N L/N with Lando Norris? We think it might be.
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user1 oh my god it's real
user2 are they car-shopping together??
user3 i'm so confused who is she
user4 YN NATION RISE SHE HAS A MAN. I REPEAT. SHE HAS A MAN!
user5 lowk can't believe the guy who bagged our girl y/n is an athlete
user6 i thought she'd go for like a random college prof. or a nerd. idk.
user7 remember when we thought she was dating daniel radcliffe 😭 and then it turned out she was coaching him for the kill your darlings promo LMAO let's not rush into this
user8 @/user7 that was so embarrassing...we all got tricked but this time y/n's been writing about him
user9 @/user8 are we SURE though
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lando thought it was time to return the favor x
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user1 don't be shy, lando. show us the picture
user2 they're so book couple coded?
user3 if i write enough fanfiction will my celeb crush notice me too
yourinstagram not bad, norris.
lando so now you're all nonchalant? didn't seem like it last night
user4 HELLO? freaks. FREAKS, i tell you.
user5 well y/n it might be time to write your man a pr manual
user6 well she's definitely an artist for the ages. he'll be immortalized in her work. and her? her legacy speaks for itself but i suppose she might treasure that photo just as much
You're curled up on the couch with Fernando, half-watching Lando's stream on your phone while he sits at his setup across the room. He's wearing that sleeveless shirt that makes his arms look particularly good, and you're finding it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.
"And this," Lando's saying to his chat, picking up Fernando who has wandered over to him, "is our son, Fernando Russell-Norris. Say hi to chat, Fernando."
The golden retriever gives the camera a thoroughly unimpressed look before trying to lick Lando's face.
"He's camera shy," Lando explains seriously. "Gets it from his uncle George."
Fernando responds by trying to climb fully into Lando's lap, making him laugh as he adjusts his position. The movement makes his arm muscles flex and you bite your lip, heat pooling in your stomach.
"Yes, this is the Fernando that my darling future wife wouldn't let me name Fernando Junior," Lando continues, and you can hear the smile in his voice. "But she did let me pick his bed papaya orange, so I think that's a fair compromise."
You snort at that - you'd only agreed to the orange dog bed because he'd looked at you with those puppy eyes that rival Fernando's.
"What's that, chat?" Lando leans closer to read. "Yes, YN is here. She's pretending not to watch the stream but I know she is. Aren't you, darling?"
You flip him off without looking up from your phone.
"See? She loves me," he grins. "Been loving me since we were teenagers, right darling? Even when she was pretending she didn't."
This time you do look up, ready to protest, but the words die in your throat. He's reaching up to adjust his headset, arm muscles on full display, and your mouth goes dry.
"Chat's asking how I finally got you to admit your feelings," he continues, oblivious to your staring. "Should I tell them about how you couldn't resist my charm any longer? Or about how you finally realized no other man could compare to— darling, why are you looking at me like that?"
You quickly school your expression. "Like what?"
"Like..." he trails off as understanding dawns on his face. A slow smirk spreads across his features. "Oh. Are you thirsting over my arms again?"
"No," you say quickly. Too quickly.
His smirk widens. "Really? Because you've got that look you get when—"
"Lando," you warn, gesturing at his active stream.
"Right, sorry chat," he grins. "Can't tell those stories on stream. But let's just say my darling has a thing for—"
You throw a pillow at him, making Fernando bark excitedly.
"See what I have to put up with?" Lando tells his chat, but he's grinning. "The disrespect in my own home."
"That's it," you stand up. "I'm leaving."
"No!" he says quickly. "Stay. I'll behave. Look, I'm even putting Fernando down."
The dog immediately trots back to you, traitor that he is.
"Betrayed by my own son," Lando sighs dramatically. "He's a mama's boy."
You settle back on the couch, Fernando curling up at your feet. "He just has good taste."
"Unlike his dad?" Lando raises an eyebrow, then flexes deliberately as he reaches for his water bottle.
Your sharp intake of breath must be audible because his smirk returns.
"Everything okay over there, darling?" he asks innocently.
"Fine," you say through gritted teeth. "Perfect. Just wondering how much longer your stream is going to be."
"Why?" he grins. "Got plans for me?"
You stand up again, walking slowly toward him. His eyes track your movement as you lean down to whisper in his ear, careful to stay off camera.
"Keep flexing those arms like that," you murmur, "and you'll find out exactly what plans I have."
You hear his breath hitch.
"Right!" he says quickly to his chat, voice slightly higher than usual. "Think that's enough streaming for today. Fernando needs a walk and I need to... um... help with that. Thanks for watching everyone!"
He ends the stream in record time, turning to you with darkened eyes. "You're evil."
"Am I?" you ask innocently, running your fingers over his exposed bicep. "I'm not the one showing off my arms to thousands of viewers."
"Showing off?" he pulls you into his lap. "I was just wearing a shirt."
"A sleeveless shirt," you correct, tracing the muscle definition. "You know what that does to me."
"Maybe," he admits, then grins. "But in my defense, you're very cute when you get all hot and bothered over my arms."
"I don't get hot and bothered over your arms."
He raises an eyebrow. "No? So you didn't just end my stream early because—"
You cut him off with a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.
"Still not hot and bothered?" he murmurs when you pull back.
"Shut up," you say fondly. "Or I'll make you sleep in Fernando's papaya orange bed."
"Worth it," he declares, standing up with you still in his arms, making you squeal. "Now, about those plans you mentioned..."
And as he carries you to the bedroom, arms flexing deliberately, you think about how sometimes the best streams are the ones that end early.
Even if your dog judges you for it from his papaya orange bed.
summary: lando always says that yn russell is his future wife. the entire paddock thinks he's just joking, but he's not. wc: 6k + social media posts
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yn.russell silverstone race weekends always hit different 🥹 big bro starting front row tomorrow and i couldn’t be prouder LETS GOOOO
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username1 the most iconic russell
username2 COME ON RUSSELL NATION
landonorris excuse me why didn’t you include a picture of your future husband here ??
↳ yn.russell lando your delusions are talking again
↳ username1 hey he ALWAYS does this
↳ username2 lando and yn’s banter will never get old
carmenmmundt Love you both ❤️
username3 LANDO BEING ANNOYING IN THIS COMMENT SECTION AS ALWAYS
charles_leclerc I see homeboy trying to shoot his shot again
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↳ yn.russell LANDO STOP 😭
username4 she’s the real paddock princess
username5 lando really said fake it till you make it
username6 GEORGIE BOY DID IT
georgerussell63 Love you so much little one 🤍 Also Lando, she’s still my sister
↳ landonorris and? she’s my girl 😍
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landonorris honey i’m hooooome 🇬🇧😘 picture by my favorite girl @/yn.russell
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username1 LANDOOOOO
username2 the papaya hat is killing me
username3 CALLING LITTLE RUSSELL HIS GIRL AS ALWAYS
mclaren Papaya forever 🧡
username4 manifesting lando and yn wedding
carlossainz55 Just wait until George finds you cabron
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↳ georgerussell63 I HATE YOU
username5 DYING AT THIS COMMENT SECTION LANDO YOU HAVE NO SHAME
username6 lando and yn are my favorite platonic lovers (actually there’s nothing platonic about them we all know it)
username7 SO BOYFRIEND CODED
yn.russell lando i need you to look at me when i tell you this…
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↳ georgerussell63 I’m literally never letting you two fly together again
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You're lounging in George's motorhome at the track, scrolling through your phone while he reviews data with Alex. Carmen is perched on the sofa beside you, both of you sharing occasional knowing looks at the boys' intense focus on lap times.
"Oh, by the way," you say casually, not looking up from your phone, "I won't be around for dinner tonight. Got a date."
The effect is immediate. George's head snaps up from the screen, Alex nearly drops his water bottle, and Carmen tries (and fails) to hide her amused smile.
"A date?" George's protective brother mode activates instantly. "With who?"
"That new marketing guy from McLaren," you reply, finally glancing up. "Jacob. You know, the one I was talking to at the paddock party last week?"
"The tall blonde one?" Alex pipes up, earning himself a sharp look from George.
"Not helping, mate," George mutters.
"He seems nice," Carmen offers diplomatically, though there's something knowing in her expression that you can't quite read.
"Speaking of nice," Alex says with a poorly concealed grin, "should we tell Lando? You know, since he's been planning your wedding since 2018 and all."
The friendship between you and Lando dates back to karting days, when you'd tag along with George to races. You were fourteen when you first met a tiny, curly-haired Lando who immediately declared you were "pretty cool for a girl." Despite George's protective big brother routine, you and Lando became inseparable during race weekends.
The marriage jokes started right when Lando was making his F2 debut. You were both hanging out in the paddock when he suddenly announced, "When we get married, our wedding colors have to be papaya orange. Because I know I'll drive for Mclaren"
"Bold of you to assume I'd marry you, Norris," you'd laughed.
"Please, you love me," he'd grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Plus, I've already told my mum you're the one. Can't disappoint her now, darling."
That was the first time he called you darling, but it certainly wasn't the last. Over the years, the pet names multiplied - love, sweetheart, future wife - each one delivered with that characteristic Lando grin that somehow managed to be both cheeky and endearing.
But at the end of the day, he was Lando. And it was all jokes.
"He's probably too busy planning our honeymoon in papaya-colored paradise to care about my actual dating life," you said, trying to sound casual.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Carmen murmurs, just as the door bursts open.
Lando's characteristic energy walks in, his curls slightly messy from his helmet. "Hello lads! Future wife," he grins, making his way over and dramatically flopping onto the couch, his head landing in your lap like it's his designated spot.
"Comfortable?" you ask dryly, but your hand automatically goes to his curls.
"Very," he beams up at you. "Why's everyone looking so serious though? Did George finally realize his neck's too long?"
"Ha ha," George deadpans, while Carmen tries to hide her laugh behind her hand.
"Little Russell was just telling us she's got a date tonight," Alex announces, clearly enjoying the drama unfolding.
Lando sits up so fast he nearly headbutts you. "A what now?"
"A date," you repeat, watching as his face does a complicated journey before settling on forced nonchalance. "With Jacob from marketing."
"McLaren Jacob?" Lando's voice goes up an octave. "My Jacob?"
"He's not your Jacob," you roll your eyes. "And yes, that Jacob."
"The one who still can't figure out how to work the coffee machine?" Lando scoffs, repositioning himself to face you properly. "Come on, darling, you can do better than that. What happened to our sacred Friday night FIFA tournaments?"
"Sacred?" George snorts. "Is that what you call screaming at the TV when she beats you?"
"Oi, whose side are you on?" Lando throws a nearby cushion at George. "Besides, I let her win. Can't have my girl crying, can I?"
"Your girl?" you raise an eyebrow, ignoring the way your stomach flips at his words.
"Obviously," he grins, but there's something slightly off about it. "Who else is going to fulfill my mum's dreams of having you as a daughter-in-law?"
"I'm sure Jacob would love to hear about these marriage plans," Alex teases, earning himself a glare from Lando.
"He better watch himself," Lando mutters, then louder, "Where's he taking you anyway? Probably somewhere boring like that chain restaurant near the factory."
"Actually," you say, "he's taking me to that new rooftop place in town."
"The one I said we should try?" Lando looks genuinely offended now. "That's just... that's just rude, love. I called dibs on taking you there."
"When exactly did you call dibs?" Carmen asks innocently.
"In my head," Lando protests. "This is not fair."
You poke his side. "Jealous, Norris?"
"Of course I am," he says, and for a moment, his voice loses its playful edge. "Can't have someone stealing my future wife away. We've got plans, remember? House in Surrey, three kids, dog named Fernando..."
"You've really thought this through, haven't you?" you laugh.
"Been planning our future since I was fourteen, love," he grins, but there's something soft in his eyes. "Now, would you cancel on Jacob and have a proper movie night with your future husband instead?"
"Still not your wife, Lando," you remind him.
"Not yet," he corrects, "But I'm a patient man, darling."
"Okay this is getting weird," Alex chimes in, "Lando, we're leaving. Little Russell, have fun on your date."
"Right," Lando stands up, but his usual bouncy energy seems subdued. "Have fun with boring Jacob. But just remember," he points at you with mock seriousness, though something flickers in his eyes, "I'm not giving up without a fight. Can't let some marketing guy steal the love of my life, can I?"
"The love of your life?" you roll your eyes, ignoring the way your heart skips.
"Since karting, darling," he winks, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Come on, Alex, let's leave the Russell siblings to their protective brother-sister chat."
As soon as the door closes behind them, Carmen turns to you with raised eyebrows. "You really have that boy pining over you, you know that right?"
"Oh please," you wave her off, though your cheeks feel warm. "We're just joking around. We've been doing this since forever."
"Sure, sister, sure," George snorts, exchanging a knowing look with Carmen. "Because every guy I know plans out their future house in Surrey with their 'joke' wife."
"And names their future dog Fernando," Carmen adds.
"It's just Lando being Lando," you insist, but you can't help glancing at the door where he'd disappeared. "He jokes like this with everyone."
"Really?" Carmen leans forward. "Because I've never heard him call anyone else 'the love of his life' or 'darling' or plan out their wedding colors."
"Or look like someone kicked his puppy when they mention going on a date with someone else," George adds.
"You're both reading way too much into this," you say, standing up and grabbing your bag. "I have to go get ready for my date with Jacob."
"The date that Lando looked absolutely thrilled about," George mutters under his breath.
You pretend not to hear him as you leave, trying to ignore the way Lando's slightly hurt expression keeps playing in your mind.
Because it's all jokes. And he's just Lando.
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yn.russell great great night 😙
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username1 OMGG LITTLE RUSSELL
username2 she's so pretty its not fair
flonorris1 we need to catch up 👀
username3 HUHH DID LANDO FINALLY ASK HER OUT
username4 how did george allow her to go on a date
charles_leclerc Oblivious little baby russell
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iamrebeccad Prettiest girl 😍
jacob___ ❤️
↳ yn.russell 😘
↳ georgerussell63 I'm watching...
↳ username1 IM YELLING
↳ username2 WHATS GOING ONNN
landonorris the prettiest girl in the world and my future wife idc idc
↳ username1 lando have some class ffs
↳ yn.russell ENOUGH
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yn.russell snaps from the summer break 💙 happy happy
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username1 AN ICON
username2 i wish i was this pinterest feed coded
carmenmmundt Love you my girl !
username3 HOLD ON. THE SECOND PICTURE
username4 did she just soft launch 👀👀
username5 LITTLE RUSSELL HAS A BOYFRIEND ?????
username6 if her bf is not lando we don’t want it
alex_albon i know someone who’s NOT going to like this
landonorris my darling 😍😍 do u miss me as much as i miss youuuu?
↳ username1 HES SHAMELESS
↳ yn.russell STOP THIS MADNESS
georgerussell63 I know a lot of ways to make a crash look accidental
↳ yn.russell you’re literally not intimidating anyone BYE
↳ username1 SO SHE DOES HAVE A BF
jacob__ ❤️
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The sun is surprisingly bright as you make your way through the Zandvoort paddock, dodging various team personnel rushing around for Thursday preparations. The summer break was finally over and it was time for race cars again. You're just turning the corner when you hear a familiar voice.
"There's my darling!" Lando calls out, jogging over with his signature grin. "Thought you'd forgotten about your future husband during the break."
Before you can respond, he's pulled you into a tight hug. You catch a whiff of his familiar cologne, the one he's worn since F2, and automatically hug him back.
"How was your summer?" he asks, keeping an arm around your shoulders as he starts walking with you. "Did you miss me terribly? Cry yourself to sleep thinking about our FIFA rematch?"
"Actually," you start, feeling unexpectedly nervous, "I've got some news."
"Oh?" His eyes light up. "Did George finally admit his neck is abnormally long? Because I've been saying—"
"Jacob and I are officially together," you cut in quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. "Like, properly together. Boyfriend and girlfriend."
Lando's step falters slightly, his arm dropping from your shoulders. "What?"
"Yeah," you continue, fiddling with your paddock pass. "We kept seeing each other after that first date, and during the break... it just got serious."
"Serious?" His voice sounds strange. "How serious? When did this— why am I just finding out about this?"
"We wanted to keep it quiet at first, you know? But he talked to the higher-ups at McLaren today about dating someone connected to another team, and they're cool with it, so..." you trail off, watching his face carefully.
"Cool with it," he repeats slowly. Then, visibly forcing his usual grin, "Well, that's... that's great, love. Really great. Though I have to say, my mum will be devastated. She was really counting on those papaya-themed grandchildren."
But his joke falls flat, lacking its usual warmth. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Lando—"
"No, really," he cuts in, running a hand through his curls. "I'm happy for you. Even if he is rubbish at making coffee. And boring. And probably doesn't even know your favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, or that you secretly love watching those terrible reality shows, or that you—" he stops himself, clearing his throat. "Anyway. Good for you. Both of you."
You're about to respond when his race engineer calls him over.
"Duty calls," he says, already backing away. "But hey, tell Jacob he better treat my future wife right. Even if she's... not actually my future wife anymore."
He tries to wink, but it looks more like a flinch. Before you can say anything else, he's gone, leaving you standing alone in the paddock with an inexplicable heaviness in your chest.
But you immediately brush it off. Because at the end of the day, he's just Lando.
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yn.russell making it official 🤍 @/jacob___
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username1 OH?
username2 YALL HE WORKS FOR MCLAREN ??
username3 what happened to lando ?? the marriage proposal??
georgerussell63 About time you stopped sneaking around 🙄
↳ yn.russell shut up old man
↳ carlossainz55 Protective brother mode activated
carmenmmundt You guys look so cute! ❤️
↳ yn.russell love you xxx
alex_albon Well this is going to be interesting 👀
↳ landonorris mate.
↳ alex_albon what? I said nothing
username4 But what about Lando?? 😭 They were literally perfect together
usernsme5 nooo my ship is sinking
username6 the way lando looks at her tho…
jacob___❤️
↳ yn.russell 🤍
landonorris i guess i need to find a new future wife then 🤷♂️ applications open x
↳ danielricciardo i volunteer as tribute mate
↳ landonorris sorry mate you're not george's sister
↳ carlossainz55 You okay there buddy?
↳ yn.russell don't worry, you'll always be my favorite husband-that-never-was x
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The Singapore night air is thick with humidity and celebration. The club's bass thrums through your bones as you watch Lando being congratulated for what feels like the hundredth time. He's practically glowing, champagne-drunk and victory-high, but something seems off about his smile.
"Babe, want another drink?" Jacob's voice pulls your attention back. His hand is possessively placed on your lower back, and you notice Lando's eyes flicker to it before he quickly looks away.
Across the VIP section, Alex nudges Charles, nodding towards where Lando is now aggressively stabbing at his ice with a straw.
"Subtle, mate," Alex smirks, sliding into the booth beside Lando. "Very subtle."
"Don't know what you're talking about," Lando mutters, but his eyes betray him, darting back to where Jacob is now whispering something in your ear.
"Ah, l'amour," Charles sighs dramatically. "It is painful, no?"
"Nothing's painful," Lando protests, straightening up. "I just won a Grand Prix, in case you forgot."
"And yet you look like someone stole your puppy," Alex points out.
"Or your future wife," Charles adds with a knowing look.
"She was never actually going to be my future wife," Lando says, but his voice lacks conviction. "It was just jokes. Always has been. She's George's sister, for fuck's sake."
"Right," Alex drawls. "So you wouldn't mind if I told you they're probably going to move in together soon?"
Lando chokes on his drink. "They're what?"
"He's joking," Charles quickly intervenes, shooting Alex a look. "But your reaction..."
"Means nothing," Lando insists, but his knuckles are white around his glass. "I just... I don't want her to rush into anything. As a friend. A protective friend. Who happens to be her brother's mate. And her future husband. But like, as a joke. Obviously."
"Obviously," Alex repeats dryly.
Suddenly, Charles straightens up. "Where did they go?"
The spot where you and Jacob were standing is empty. Lando's eyes scan the crowd, something uneasy settling in his stomach.
"Probably just getting more drinks," he says, but he's already standing up.
"Lando..." Alex starts.
"I just need some air," Lando cuts him off, making his way through the crowd.
The corridor leading to the outdoor area is quieter, the music muffled. That's when he hears raised voices.
"You're being ridiculous," Jacob's voice is sharp. "I was just talking to her."
"With your hand on her waist?" Your voice sounds tired. "While I was right there?"
"Oh, so I can't even network now? That's literally my job, YN. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that, since you're only here because of your brother."
Lando's feet move before his brain catches up.
"Everything alright out here?" His voice is deliberately light, but there's steel underneath.
"Fine," Jacob snaps. "Just having a private conversation with my girlfriend."
"Doesn't sound very private," Lando steps closer to you instinctively. "Or very pleasant."
"This doesn't concern you, Norris."
"See, that's where you're wrong, mate," Lando's usual playful demeanor is gone. "YN's wellbeing always concerns me. Future wife contract, remember? Legally binding and all that."
"We're still doing that joke?" Jacob scoffs. "Bit pathetic, don't you think?"
"Not as pathetic as hitting on sponsors' daughters while your girlfriend watches," Lando retorts, then softer, to you: "You okay, darling?"
The familiar pet name makes your chest tight. "I'm fine, Lando."
"Great, she's fine," Jacob moves to grab your arm. "Let's go."
"Touch her like that again," Lando's voice is deadly quiet, "and you'll be looking for a new marketing job. Might want to learn how the coffee machine works first though."
Jacob looks between you and Lando, jaw clenched. "Whatever. This is bullshit anyway. Call me when you're done playing happy families with your brother's friend."
He storms off, leaving you and Lando in charged silence.
"So," Lando finally says, attempting his usual lightness, "does this mean I can keep the dog name Fernando?"
You let out a watery laugh, and without thinking, he pulls you into a hug. You fit against him like you always have, his cologne familiar and comforting.
"My darling," he murmurs into your hair, then catches himself. "I mean... sorry. Probably shouldn't call you that anymore."
You pull back slightly to look at him. "You've been calling me that since we were teenagers."
"Yeah, well," he gives you a half-smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "things change, don't they?"
The way he's looking at you makes your heart stutter. Has he always looked at you like that?
"Is he always like this?" Lando asks quietly, still holding you close. His usual playful tone is gone, replaced by something more serious than you're used to hearing from him.
"No, no," you shake your head quickly. Maybe too quickly, because Lando's brow furrows as he studies your face. "It's not— he's not usually... it was just a misunderstanding."
He's silent for a moment, his hands fidgeting like they always do when he's worried about something. "You'd tell me though, right? If he ever... if he's not good to you? Or tell George at least?"
"Of course," you try to smile reassuringly. "But really, today was just a bad night. Too much pressure, too much champagne..."
"YN," he cuts in, and the way he says your name instead of one of his usual pet names makes you look up at him. His eyes are intense, concerned. "Promise me."
"I promise," you say softly. "You're a great friend, Lando."
Something flickers across his face – so quick you almost miss it – before his signature grin returns, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"Friend?" he scoffs, but his voice sounds slightly strained. "Future husband, remember? Can't have my darling dealing with drama alone. Bad for our future marriage prospects."
You laugh, and he joins in, but there's something heavy hanging in the air between you. Before either of you can say anything else, Alex's voice carries from the doorway.
"Found them! Everything okay out here?"
"Never better," Lando announces, stepping back and throwing an arm around your shoulders with practiced ease. But you notice how his smile doesn't quite match the one in all those podium photos from earlier. "Just reminding the future Mrs. Norris about our very legitimate marriage contract. Very binding. Legally waterproof and everything."
He's doing that thing he does when he's uncomfortable – talking too fast, jokes tumbling out one after another. But his hand squeezes your shoulder gently before he lets go, and you catch him glancing back at you as he bounces toward the club entrance, his "Let's celebrate my amazing win, shall we?" almost drowning out the sound of your heart beating too fast.
Alex watches the exchange with knowing eyes but mercifully says nothing, just offers his arm to escort you back inside.
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yn.russell british boy steps foot in mexico city and instantly thinks he's a local... who's gonna tell him
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username1 LANDO X LITTLE RUSSELL IS SO BACKKK
username2 he looks so cuute
username3 i know her bf is not going to like this
alex_albon he can't even keep tequila shots down. such a fake
↳ landonorris want to test that theory?
↳ charles_leclerc Poor little Lando Norris
username4 HELP SHES SO IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭
jacob___ 👀
↳ username1 i know he's JEALOUS
username5 the way yn's feed is like 60% lando
username6 MY PARENTS
landonorris why is my future wife so mean to me
↳ yn.russell LANDO
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Later that afternoon, you're sitting with Carmen in the Mercedes hospitality when George joins you, stealing a bite of your sandwich.
"Get your own food," you swat his hand away.
"Sharing is caring, little sis," he grins, then notices your expression. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," you say automatically, but Carmen raises an eyebrow.
"She's overthinking," Carmen supplies helpfully. "About Jacob."
"I'm not overthinking," you protest. "I'm just... thinking. Normal amounts of thinking."
"About?" George prompts.
You fidget with your paddock pass. "He wants me to meet his parents. After Abu Dhabi. Says it's time we got more serious."
George's expression shifts slightly. "And you want that?"
"I mean... yeah? I think so. It makes sense, right? We've been together for a few months now, things are good..."
"Are they?" Carmen asks gently.
"Of course they are," you say, but your voice lacks conviction. "The Singapore thing was just a one-off. He apologized. He's been really sweet since then."
"Sweet enough to make up for being a dick?" George mutters.
"George."
"Sorry, sorry," he holds up his hands. "Just... you don't sound very excited about meeting his parents."
"I am excited," you insist. "It's just... a big step."
"Not as big as naming your future dog Fernando," Carmen says under her breath.
You shoot her a warning look. "Can we not?"
"Not what?" George asks.
"Nothing," you say quickly. "Just... Carmen thinks I'm not fully committed because..."
"Because you still light up every time Lando calls you 'darling'?" Carmen finishes.
"That's not— he calls everyone darling."
"No, he doesn't," George and Carmen say in unison.
"I hate you both," you groan. "Look, Lando and I are friends. That's all we've ever been. The whole future wife thing is just our running joke."
"Sure," Carmen nods. "That's why he looks like someone kicked his puppy every time Jacob touches you."
"He does not—" you start, but stop when you catch sight of Lando walking past. He gives you a small wave and his signature grin, but something about it seems off.
"Doesn't what?" George prompts.
"Nothing," you shake your head. "I should go. Jacob's waiting for me."
As you leave, you hear Carmen say to George, "They're both idiots, aren't they?"
"Complete idiots," George agrees. "But at least they're consistent about it."
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yn.russell happy birthday to my favorite “future husband” 🎂 from stealing your caps in karting to stealing your FIFA records (still undefeated btw), you've somehow become one of my favorite people in this weird little world of ours. here's to many more years of terrible jokes, impromptu dance parties in the garage, and you pretending to let me win at everything (we both know I'm just better 😌). love you loads landolorian 🤍
ps: fernando the nonexistent dog says happy birthday to his future dad x
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username1 THIS IS TOO CUTE
username2 YOUR HONOR IM CRYING
landonorris still waiting for that marriage certificate darling 💍 also you definitely cheated at FIFA last time
↳ yn.russell sounds like someone's a sore loser
↳ landonorris sounds like someone's avoiding the marriage topic
↳ georgerussell63 get a room you two
↳ landonorris working on it mate
↳ username1 LANDO WTF
↳ username2 HE HAS NO SHAME
mclaren Happy Birthday @/landonorris! @/yn.russell when's the wedding?
↳ landonorris asking the real questions admin
↳ oscarpiastri I'll officiate
↳ landonorris DEAL
↳ yn.russell STOP IT
jacob___ 🙄
↳ landonorris problem mate?
↳ yn.russell boys.
↳ username3 THE TENSION
username4 why aren't they together yet??
username5 my heart can't take this anymore just date already
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f1.gossip Lando Norris and YN Russell spotted getting cozy at his birthday celebration last night. Swipe for more 👀
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username1 "just friends" my ass
username2 no because why does he look at her like she hung the stars
username3 wait where's jacob? 👀
↳ username1 apparently he left early...
↳ username2 he posted from a different party later that night
username4 george watching his best friend and his sister like 🧍♂️
↳ username1 he's been watching this slow burn for years poor man
username5 jacob watching these photos like 👁👄👁
username6 the way lando calls her darling more than her actual boyfriend does
username7 who's gonna tell jacob his girlfriend has better chemistry with lando in these photos than their entire instagram feed
username8 the "future wife" jokes don't seem so jokey anymore huh
username9 okay but can we talk about how she literally glows when she's around him?
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The afternoon sun filters through your apartment windows as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You're going out to dinner with Jacob - another fancy restaurant, another chance for him to network while you smile politely beside him.
A knock at your door makes you pause. Opening it reveals Lando, holding a bag of takeaway and what appears to be your favorite ice cream.
"Oh," he says, taking in your dress and heels. "You're going out."
"Yeah," you adjust your earring, but can't help smiling at the familiar sight of him with food. "With Jacob. Remember?"
"Right," his smile dims slightly. "The boyfriend. Must've slipped my mind." He holds up the bags. "I brought provisions for our traditional post-race debrief. You know, where you tell me how amazing I was and I pretend to be humble about it?"
You laugh despite yourself. "Since when are you ever humble?"
"I'm incredibly humble. The most humble. No one's more humble than me," he grins, then peers around you into the apartment. "But seriously, can't you reschedule? I got your favorite ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, because I'm the best future husband ever."
"Still going with that, are we?" you ask, turning back to the mirror to check your lipstick.
"Always, darling," he follows you in, setting the food down and flopping onto your couch like he owns it. "It's legally binding, remember? Can't disappoint my mum now."
"I can't tonight," you say, checking your phone. "Jacob said he has something important to tell me."
"The one who made you cry?" Lando's voice loses some of its playfulness.
"That was one time," you defend, though without heat. "And he apologized. He actually told me he loves me last week. Says he wants us to be serious."
Lando sits up straighter, his usual energetic demeanor momentarily stilled. "And do you? Love him?"
"You don't know anything about my relationship, Lando," you say, but it comes out softer than intended.
"I know you," he counters, standing up and moving to lean against the wall near your mirror. "I know you scrunch your nose when you're trying not to laugh at bad jokes. I know you secretly love those terrible reality shows but pretend you're 'just watching them ironically.' I know you stress-eat ice cream when George has a bad race."
"That's different," you say, but you're fighting a smile.
"Is it?" he challenges, but his tone is gentle. "Look, I just... I want you to be happy. Even if it means dealing with boring Jacob who still can't work the coffee machine."
"He figured it out last week, actually," you laugh.
"Finally! Only took him what, six months?" Lando grins, then sobers slightly. "But seriously, if he makes you happy..."
"He does," you say, though something in your chest tightens. "Most of the time."
"Most of the time?" Lando raises an eyebrow. "That's not exactly a ringing endorsement, darling."
"Nobody's perfect."
"I am," he says immediately, making you laugh. "What? I'm just saying, our future children would have excellent genes. Plus, I make a mean cup of coffee."
Your phone buzzes - a text from Jacob asking where you are.
"I have to go," you say, grabbing your purse. "Lock up when you leave?"
"Fine," he sighs dramatically. "Abandon your future husband with melting ice cream. But just know, Fernando the dog is very disappointed in you."
"Still haven't given up on that name, huh?"
"Never," he grins, but something flickers in his eyes. "Save me some time this weekend? For proper FIFA revenge?"
"You mean so I can beat you again?"
"Excuse you, I let you win," he protests, following you to the door. "It's part of my long-term strategy."
"Which is?"
"Can't have my future wife thinking I'm bad at something, can I?" he winks. "Even though we both know I'm actually terrible at FIFA."
You shake your head, laughing. "Goodbye, Lando."
"Wait," he calls as you start down the hall. "Just... be happy, yeah? Even if it's with someone who took six months to learn how to make coffee."
"I am happy," you say, but even to your own ears, it sounds more like a question than a statement.
"If you say so, darling," he says quietly. "But just remember, the Fernando name reservation is still valid. You know, in case the coffee-challenged boyfriend doesn't work out."
You roll your eyes but can't help smiling as you walk away, trying to ignore the way your heart seems to be arguing with your head about exactly what - or who - makes you happiest. Behind you, you can hear him humming what sounds suspiciously like the wedding march, and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.
Because at the end of the day, he's still Lando. Your Lando. Even if you're not quite ready to admit what that really means.
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yn.russell last dinner date before heading back to the circus 🏎️ @/jacob___
username4 i feel like shit is about to hit the fan reaaaally soon
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"I just don't understand why you have to be there for every single race," Jacob's voice carries down the paddock corridor. "It's not like you're actually part of the team."
You're standing outside the McLaren hospitality, what started as a casual conversation having turned into yet another argument. "My brother races in F1, and Lando's one of my closest friends. Of course I'm going to be here."
"Right, Lando," Jacob scoffs. "Because God forbid you miss one of his races. Wouldn't want to disappoint your 'future husband.'"
"Don't do that," you say tiredly. "You know it's just a joke."
"Is it? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you'd rather spend time with him than support your actual boyfriend's career."
"Your career? I've been to every single marketing event you've asked me to attend. I've smiled and networked and played the perfect girlfriend."
"Perfect?" He laughs humorlessly. "You barely talk to any of the sponsors. You're too busy hanging out in the Mercedes garage or watching Lando's practice sessions."
"That's not fair—"
"You know what's not fair? Having a girlfriend who's more invested in other people's careers than mine."
"I didn't realize I was supposed to give up my entire life just because we're dating."
"Your entire life?" His voice rises. "You mean hanging around the paddock like some glorified fan?"
You step back like he's slapped you. "Is that what you think I am?"
"I think," he says coldly, "that you need to figure out what's more important - playing happy families with your brother's friends or having a real relationship with someone who's actually going somewhere in life."
"Hey!" A sharp voice cuts through the tension. George is standing there, face thunderous. "What the hell is going on here?"
"Just having a private conversation with my girlfriend," Jacob says stiffly.
"Doesn't sound very private to me," George steps closer, positioning himself slightly in front of you. "Or very respectful."
"George, it's fine," you start, but he cuts you off.
"No, it's not fine," he says, not taking his eyes off Jacob. "No one talks to my sister like that."
Jacob holds up his hands. "Look, this is between me and YN."
"Not anymore it's not," George's voice is dangerously calm. "I think you should leave."
For a moment, it looks like Jacob might argue, but something in George's expression makes him think better of it. "Whatever. Call me when you're ready to be a proper girlfriend."
As he walks away, George turns to you, his anger melting into concern. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," you say automatically, but your voice wavers.
"Come on," he wraps an arm around your shoulders, leading you toward his driver room. "Let's talk."
Once inside, you sink onto the couch while George grabs two water bottles. "How long has he been talking to you like that?"
"It's not... it's not usually that bad," you say, fidgeting with the bottle label. "He's just stressed about work."
"That's not an excuse," George sits beside you. "Has he said things like this before? About you being just a fan?"
You stay quiet, which is answer enough.
"YN," George's voice softens. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it's embarrassing," you admit quietly. "He's right, isn't he? I am just hanging around because of you."
"Stop," George says firmly. "You've been part of this world since we were kids. You understand racing better than half the people in the paddock. Hell, you probably know more about tire strategies than some of the engineers."
You manage a small laugh. "Only because you never shut up about them."
"Exactly," he grins, then turns serious again. "Look, being here isn't just about me. It's your life too. You've built relationships with everyone here. Carmen loves you, Alex considers you a little sister, and Lando..."
"Don't," you cut him off. "Please don't bring Lando into this."
George studies you for a moment. "Why not? He's your best friend."
"Because..." you trail off, not sure how to explain the complicated mix of emotions that surface whenever Lando's name comes up lately.
"Because Jacob's jealous of him?" George suggests gently.
"He's not... it's not like that."
"Isn't it?" George raises an eyebrow. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like your boyfriend has a problem with how close you are to someone who's been in your life a lot longer than he has."
"Lando and I are just friends," you say, but the words feel hollow.
"Are you?" George asks softly. "Because friends don't look at each other the way you two do. Friends don't have elaborate future plans including dogs named Fernando. Friends don't get that look in their eyes when the other person is dating someone else."
"George..."
"I'm just saying," he continues, "maybe Jacob isn't entirely wrong to be jealous. Just... wrong about everything else."
You're quiet for a moment, processing. "I don't know what to do."
"Yes, you do," George says simply. "You just need to be honest with yourself about what - or who - actually makes you happy."
"It's not that simple."
"Why not?" He challenges. "Because from what I just heard, Jacob doesn't make you happy. He makes you feel small. And my little sister," he squeezes your shoulder, "deserves someone who makes her feel like she could take on the world."
"Someone like Lando?" You ask quietly.
"I didn't say that," George grins. "But now that you mention it..."
You shove him playfully. "Shut up."
"Make me," he laughs, then sobers. "Seriously though, YN. You deserve better than someone who makes you question your place here. This is your home too."
You lean your head on his shoulder. "When did you get so wise?"
"I've always been wise. I'm the older sibling, remember?"
"By like two years!"
"Still counts," he says smugly, then adds more seriously, "Just... promise me you'll think about what I said? About being honest with yourself?"
"I promise," you say softly, even as your mind drifts to a certain curly-haired driver who's probably wondering where you are for your traditional pre-race FIFA tournament.
"Good," George stands up. "Now, want to go watch Lando absolutely butcher his quali prep? I heard he's still convinced he can take turn 3 flat out."
You laugh, letting him pull you up. "Some things never change, do they?"
"Nope," George agrees, but there's something knowing in his smile. "And some things are just waiting for you to realize they've been there all along."
As you walk toward the McLaren garage, you can't help but think about how some of the best things in life start as jokes - like a fourteen-year-old boy declaring you'll have papaya orange wedding colors, or a nickname that feels more like home than any other word in the world.
Maybe it's time to stop pretending it's all just a joke.
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yn.russell my big brother just won in VEGAS!!! 🏆✨ from watching you race karts in the rain to watching you stand on top of the podium under those lights... i've never been prouder to be a russell. you deserve this more than anyone georgie. also thanks for letting me steal your champagne and ruin your hair before the photos 😘
ps: mum's crying, dad's crying, i'm crying, even fernando the dog is crying and he's not real x
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username1 I LOVE THEM SMMMM
username2 THIS IS MY FAMILY
georgerussell63 love you little sis ❤️ (but i was definitely the cuter kid)
↳ yn_russell keep telling yourself that x
↳ landonorris can confirm yn was the cuter kid
↳ georgerussell63 no one asked you lando
↳ landonorris just supporting my future wife mate
↳ yn.russell boys please this is george's moment
username2 THE WAY SHE RAN TO HIM IN PARC FERME 😭
username3 sibling goals fr
username4 ok but can we talk about how lando waited to celebrate with george until after yn had her moment with him 🥺
↳ username1 future brother in law behavior
username5 wait why isn't jacob in any of these photos? Wasn't he there?
carmenmmundt so proud of you both ❤️
↳ landonorris *all three of us
↳ carmenmmundt ?
↳ landonorris future wife = future family
↳ yn.russell this is GEORGE'S post omg
↳ landonorris sorry darling carry on x
charles_leclerc the russell genes are strong
↳ landonorris hopefully our kids get her genes
↳ georgerussell63 LANDO.
↳ yn.russell i swear to god
↳ landonorris what? just planning ahead 😌
username6 THIS COMMENT SECTION IS KILLING ME
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The Abu Dhabi night is alive with celebration, the McLaren garage covered in papaya and champagne. But you're hidden away in one of the quiet corridors behind hospitality, mascara smudged, trying to muffle your sobs.
"There you are, darling! We've been looking everywhere for—" Lando's voice cuts off abruptly when he sees you. "YN?"
You quickly try to wipe your tears, but it's too late. His championship-winning smile vanishes instantly as he drops down beside you.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" His voice is soft, concerned. When you don't answer, he gently takes your hands away from your face. "Talk to me."
"It's stupid," you manage to say. "You should be celebrating. You just won the constructors'."
"Pretty sure the champagne will still be there in ten minutes," he says, thumb brushing away a tear from your cheek. "What happened?"
You take a shaky breath. "Jacob... he..." Your voice breaks.
Lando's expression hardens. "What did he do?"
"He broke up with me," you let out a bitter laugh. "Apparently now that he's secured a position at Mercedes for next season, he doesn't need the Russell connection anymore."
"He what?" Lando's voice is dangerously quiet.
"Turns out I was just... convenient. A way to get closer to Toto. To Mercedes." Your voice cracks again. "God, I feel so stupid."
"You're not stupid," Lando says fiercely. "He's the stupid one. He's worse than stupid, he's a complete—"
"I really thought..." you cut him off, fresh tears falling. "I actually thought he cared about me."
Without hesitation, Lando pulls you into his arms. You bury your face in his race suit, still damp with champagne, and let yourself break.
"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, darling."
You stay like that for a while, his hands running soothingly up and down your back as you cry. The distant sounds of celebration feel like they're from another world.
"Want me to crash his car?" Lando finally asks, making you let out a watery laugh. "I could do it. Make it look like an accident. I am a professional driver, after all."
"Lando..."
"Or we could put laxatives in his coffee. Though he'd probably notice, since he still can't make a proper cup himself."
Despite everything, you find yourself smiling slightly.
"There's my girl," he says softly, then catches himself. "I mean... sorry. Probably shouldn't..."
"It's okay," you whisper. "I've always been your girl. Even if it was just as a joke."
Something shifts in his expression. "YN..."
"Don't," you pull back slightly. "Please. I can't... I can't lose you too. Not tonight."
He studies your face for a long moment, then nods, pulling you back against his chest. "You'll never lose me. Future husband contract, remember? Legally binding. Can't get rid of me that easily."
You close your eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. "Promise?"
"Promise," he kisses the top of your head. "Besides, Fernando still needs both his parents."
This gets a real laugh out of you. "We don't actually have a dog, Lando."
"Yet," he corrects. "We don't have a dog yet. But when we do—"
"His name will be Fernando," you finish with him, and for a moment, everything feels okay again.
"Want me to get George?" he asks after a while.
You shake your head. "Not yet. Can we just... stay here for a bit?"
"As long as you need," he says, and you can hear his heart beating steadily under your ear. "I'm not going anywhere."
In the distance, someone calls his name.
"Go," you start to pull away. "They need their champion."
"They can wait," he says firmly, pulling you back. "You need me more."
And maybe it's the way he says it, or the gentle kiss he presses to your temple, or how his arms feel like the safest place in the world, but suddenly you realize what everyone's been trying to tell you all along.
This was never just a joke to him.
And maybe, just maybe, it was never really a joke to you either.
But that's a revelation for another night, when your heart isn't quite so broken and his race suit isn't covered in your tears. For now, you let yourself be held by your best friend, your future husband, your Lando, as the Abu Dhabi night carries on without you.
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yn.russell back to my favorite job: professional thirdwheel 🏖️ (at least they feed me occasionally) @/georgerussell63 @/carmenmmundt
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username1 MY PARENTS
username2 wait... where's jacob? 👀
↳ username1 he unfollowed her last week 👀
↳ username3 tea incoming
georgerussell63 You love us
↳ yn.russell debatable
↳ carmenmmund We literally paid for your dinner
↳ yn.russell okay fine you're alright
landonorris need a fourth wheel? 👀
↳ yn.russell ...
↳ landonorris i'll bring snacks
username4 THE WAY LANDO COMMENTED SO FAST
username5 LANDO THIS IS YOUR CHANCE
username6 single little russell era is coming
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The winter sun is setting early, casting long shadows across your apartment. It's been a month days since Abu Dhabi, a months since Jacob revealed his true colors, and you're curled up on your couch in your comfiest sweats, surrounded by empty ice cream containers.
George and Carmen tried to cheer you up, making you tag along on their vacation, but now that you were back home, the sulking feeling inevitably came back too.
A familiar pattern of knocks at your door makes you groan. "Go away, Lando."
"Not a chance, darling," his voice calls back. "I come bearing provisions!"
"I don't need provisions," you call out, but you're already getting up to open the door. "I need to wallow in peace."
You open the door to find Lando, arms full of bags, wearing a ridiculously oversized hoodie that you're pretty sure belongs to George.
"Wallowing is officially cancelled," he announces, breezing past you into the apartment. "We're having a proper heartbreak recovery session."
"We are?"
"Absolutely," he starts unpacking the bags. "I've got all the essentials. More ice cream - mint chocolate chip, obviously. Every terrible rom-com Netflix has to offer. Popcorn. Those weird crisps you like that no one else understands. And..." he pulls out a bottle with flourish, "your favorite wine."
"Lando..."
"No arguments," he says firmly, but gently. "I'm not leaving you alone to cry over that coffee-challenged idiot."
"I wasn't crying," you protest weakly.
He raises an eyebrow at your clearly tear-stained face. "Right. And I'm not the most talented driver on the grid."
This actually makes you laugh. "Your modesty never fails to amaze me."
"I know, I know, I'm incredible," he grins, already making himself at home on your couch. "Now come here. We're starting with The Notebook because I know it's your guilty pleasure, even though you pretend to hate it."
"I do hate it," you say, but you're already curling up next to him.
"Sure you do, darling," he throws a blanket over both of you. "Just like you hate reality TV and actually love Jacob's boring marketing presentations."
You wince slightly at Jacob's name, and Lando immediately softens.
"Sorry," he says quietly. "No more mentions of He Who Shall Not Be Named. Though I still think we should put glitter in his car ventilation system."
"George already offered to have him banned from the paddock," you smile slightly.
"Good man, your brother," Lando nods approvingly. "Though my revenge plans are much more creative. I was thinking we could reprogram his laptop to only play 'Baby Shark' when he opens PowerPoint..."
You can't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous."
"Made you smile though, didn't I?" he says softly, and something in his voice makes you look up at him.
"You always do," you admit quietly.
He holds your gaze for a moment before clearing his throat. "Right, well, that's what future husbands are for, isn't it? Can't have my darling being sad. Bad for our wedding photos."
"Still going with that, are we?"
"Always," he says, and despite his light tone, there's something earnest in his eyes. "Someone's got to look after you properly."
"I can look after myself," you point out.
"Oh, I know," he grins. "But it's more fun together, isn't it? Plus, who else is going to appreciate your terrible taste in movies?"
"My taste is not terrible!"
"Darling, you genuinely enjoyed that film about the talking cats."
"It was artistic!"
"It was horrifying," he laughs, pulling you closer. "But I watched it three times with you anyway."
"Because you're a good friend," you say softly.
Something flickers across his face. "Yeah," he says after a moment. "The best friend you'll ever have. Even if you have questionable taste in everything except future husbands."
You roll your eyes but can't help smiling. "Speaking of questionable taste, weren't we supposed to be watching The Notebook?"
"Oh right!" he brightens, grabbing the remote. "Time to pretend you're not going to cry at the end."
"I never cry at the end."
"Darling, you've cried every single time we've watched it."
"Have not!"
"Have too! Remember last time? You got tears all over my favorite hoodie."
"That was one time!"
"One time this month, maybe," he grins, then softens. "It's okay though. My hoodies are always available for your tears. Even if they're about stupid coffee-challenged marketing guys who don't deserve them."
You lean your head on his shoulder. "Thank you, Lando."
"For what?"
"For being you. For being here. For..." you gesture at all the supplies he brought. "For everything."
He's quiet for a moment, then presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Always, darling. In sickness and in health, remember?"
"We're not actually married, Lando."
"Yet," he corrects, but there's something in his voice that makes your heart skip. "We're not actually married yet."
The movie starts playing, but you're more aware of his steady breathing, of how perfectly you fit against his side, of how safe you feel in this moment. And maybe it's too soon, maybe your heart is still too raw, but you can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, the right person has been here all along.
But that's a thought for another day. For now, you let yourself be comforted by your best friend, your constant, your Lando, as he quotes along with the movie and keeps you supplied with ice cream and terrible jokes until you're laughing more than you're crying.
And if you do end up crying at the end of The Notebook, well, his hoodie is already there to catch your tears.
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yn.russell FIRST RACE OF THE SEASON. WHAT A RIDE !!!! lando winning and georgie on podium. ALEX P5 !!!! all of my boys killing it 🥺 so happy to be back, i missed this so much
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username1 LITTLE RUSSELL BIGGEST SUPPORTER
username2 SHE WAS SO HAPPY FOR LANDO OMFG
username3 still gutted for the missed mclaren 1-2 but GEORGE P3!!
carmenmmundt You almost broke my hand with all the squeezing !! Missed you so happy my girl 🤍
↳ username1 AHH LITTLE RUSSELL IS HEALING
username4 the way she JUMPED into lando's arms
ciscanorris My future daughter in law! It was so good to see you
↳ username1 AHH MAMA NORRIS CLAIMING HER
landonorris THAT WAS FOR YOU MY DARLINGGG
↳ yourinstagram 🥺
↳ username2 AHH SHE DIDN'T CORRECT HIM
georgerussell63 Love you sis, even tho you hugged Lando first
↳ yn.russell he won okay
↳ landonorris and i'm her future husband
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The Miami night air is warm and sweet, carrying the distant sounds of celebration from the post race party below. You're leaning against the balcony railing, watching the lights of the circuit sparkle in the distance, when familiar footsteps approach.
"There's my darling," Lando's voice is soft as he joins you. "Hiding from your adoring public?"
You smile, not looking away from the view. "Just needed some air."
The past few months flash through your mind - Lando showing up at your door with takeaway after particularly hard days, marathon gaming sessions that somehow always ended with you falling asleep on his shoulder, countless movie nights where he'd quote every line just to make you laugh. He never let you wallow, never let you retreat into sadness. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite coffee in the morning or sending you ridiculous memes at 3 AM, he was constantly there, slowly piecing your heart back together without you even realizing it.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he asks, bumping your shoulder gently with his.
"Just thinking about everything that's changed since last season."
He hums in agreement. "Good changes though, right?"
You finally turn to look at him, really look at him. His curls slightly messy from running his hands through them - a nervous habit you've known since you were teenagers. But there's something different in the way he's looking at you now, something that makes your heart skip.
"Yeah," you say softly. "Good changes."
He takes a step closer, and suddenly the air feels charged with possibility. "You know, I've been thinking..."
"Dangerous hobby," you tease, falling into your familiar pattern.
"Very dangerous," he agrees, but his voice is serious. "Been thinking about how sometimes the best things in life start as jokes."
Your breath catches. "Lando..."
"Like when a fourteen-year-old boy tells this pretty girl she's going to be his future wife," he continues, taking another step closer. "And he keeps saying it for years, making it this big running joke, because it's easier than admitting that maybe, just maybe, it was never really a joke at all."
"What are you saying?" you whisper, though your heart already knows the answer.
He reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your cheek. "I'm saying that I've been in love with you since we were kids. I'm saying that every time I called you darling, every time I talked about our future dog Fernando, every time I claimed the future husband title - I meant it. All of it."
"Lando..." your voice wavers.
"I know it's only been a few months since... everything," he says quickly. "And if you're not ready, if you don't feel the same way, we can pretend this never happened. We can go back to just joking around. But I needed you to know that for me, it was never just a joke. You were never just a joke."
You stare at him, this boy who's been your constant, your safe place, your home for so long. And suddenly everything clicks into place.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he says softly, giving you time to pull away if you want to.
You don't.
His lips meet yours, gentle at first, like he's afraid you might break. But when your hands slide into his curls, pulling him closer, the kiss deepens into something that feels like coming home and falling free all at once.
When you finally break apart, he rests his forehead against yours. "So," he says, slightly breathless, "about that legally binding marriage contract..."
You laugh, the sound full of joy. "Still going with that, are we?"
"Always," he grins, pressing another quick kiss to your lips. "Though now I'm thinking maybe we should make it official. You know, for Fernando's sake."
"We still don't have a dog, Lando."
"Yet," he corrects, pulling you closer. "We don't have a dog yet. But we will. Right after the wedding. Which will definitely have papaya orange colors because I called dibs when we were fourteen and—"
You cut him off with another kiss, feeling him smile against your lips.
"FINALLY!"
You break apart to find George standing in the doorway, grinning like he just won the championship.
"Ever heard of knocking?" Lando grumbles, but he doesn't let go of you.
"On a balcony door?" George raises an eyebrow. "Besides, I've been watching you two dance around each other for months. Years, actually."
"Have not," you protest.
"Have too," both men say in unison.
"I hate you both," you mutter, but you're fighting a smile.
"No you don't," Lando says confidently. "You love me. You're going to marry me and we're going to have a dog named Fernando and—"
"Still with the dog name?" George groans.
"It's tradition!" Lando defends. "Tell him, darling, tell him how important traditions are."
You look between your brother and the boy - no, the man - who's been your everything for so long, and feel your heart might burst with happiness.
"Actually," you say slowly, "I was thinking maybe we could name the dog George."
"What?" both men exclaim.
You burst out laughing at their expressions. "Just kidding. Fernando it is."
"See?" Lando beams at George. "She agrees with me. Because she loves me. Because we're getting married. Because—"
"Because it was never really a joke?" you finish softly.
His expression softens as he looks at you. "Never."
"Right," George clears his throat. "I'm going to leave before this gets any more sickeningly sweet. But Lando?"
"Yeah?"
"Hurt my sister and they'll never find your body."
"Please," Lando scoffs, pulling you closer. "I've been planning our future since I was fourteen. I'm not about to mess it up now."
As George leaves, shaking his head but smiling, Lando turns back to you.
"So," he says, his eyes twinkling, "about those wedding colors..."
You silence him with another kiss, thinking about how sometimes the best love stories start as jokes, and how sometimes the person you're meant to be with has been there all along, calling you darling and planning your future with a dog named Fernando.
And maybe, just maybe, those papaya orange wedding colors don't sound so bad after all.
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yn.russell turns out some jokes become reality 🧡 @/landonorris (yes, we're actually getting the dog. yes, his name will be fernando. no, this isn't a drill - the future wife position has officially been filled, i love you my lando)
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username1 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING??? 😭😭😭
username2 THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN THE MIDDLE OF STARBUCKS
username3 THE FUTURE WIFE JOKES WERE REAL ALL ALONG
georgerussell63 About bloody time 🙄 (but actually very happy for you both)
alex_albon the group chat can finally rest, no more "should I tell her?" messages from lando every 5 minutes
carmenmmundt The paddock's favorite love story
ciscanorris Finally! I've only been waiting for this announcement since they were teenagers 🥰
username4 the way this man has been calling her darling for YEARS and we all thought it was just banter 😭😭
username5 THE WAY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE 2019
username6 ok but can we talk about how he's literally been manifesting this since they were TEENAGERS???
username7 this is actually the cutest thing ever like???? he's been planning their wedding since he was 14???? hello???
username8 the way george is probably somewhere being like "finally i don't have to pretend i don't see them flirting"
landonorris worth the wait, every single second❤️ love you darling x
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It's a lazy Sunday afternoon in late summer, and you're curled up on your couch with a book when you hear Lando's key in the door. You smile, not looking up - he's been coming and going from your place so much lately that it feels more like his home than his own apartment.
"Darling!" his voice calls out, sounding suspiciously excited. "Close your eyes!"
"Why?" you ask warily. "Last time you had a surprise, it didn't end well."
"Just trust me!"
You sigh fondly, closing your eyes. "Fine, but this better be good."
You hear him moving around, and then something warm and furry lands in your lap.
Your eyes fly open to find yourself face to face with the most adorable chocolate Labrador puppy you've ever seen. The puppy immediately starts licking your face while Lando watches, beaming with pure joy.
"Lando..." you breathe, already in love with the wiggling bundle of fur. "What did you do?"
"Well," he drops onto the couch beside you, reaching over to scratch the puppy's ears, "I was thinking about how we've been together for months now, and living together basically even though we pretend we don't, and how there's this one very important member of our family still missing..."
"You didn't," you whisper, even as the puppy settles contentedly in your lap.
"I did," he grins. "Meet Fernando. Finally."
You look between Lando and the puppy - Fernando - feeling your heart might burst. "You actually named him Fernando?"
"Of course I did! I've been planning this since I was fourteen, remember?" His eyes soften. "Plus, I made you a promise, didn't I?"
"We're not married yet," you point out, but you can't stop smiling.
"Yet," he emphasizes, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "But really, I thought... I mean, we practically live together anyway. Might as well make it official. You, me, and Fernando."
You look down at the puppy, who's now snoring softly in your lap, then back at Lando. "Are you asking me to move in with you? Properly?"
"Maybe," he fidgets slightly. "Unless you think it's too soon? I know we haven't been together that long, but it feels like we've been building towards this forever, you know? And I thought, with Fernando here now..."
You cut off his rambling with a kiss. "Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, I'll move in with you. Properly. All three of us."
His face lights up like you've just given him the best gift in the world. "Really?"
"Really," you laugh.
"You're ridiculous," you tell him fondly.
"You love it," he says confidently.
"I do," you admit softly. "I love you."
His expression melts into that soft look he reserves just for you. "I love you too, darling. Both of you," he adds as Fernando stirs and licks his hand.
Just then, your phone buzzes - a text from George.
"Oh no," you groan, reading it. "George is coming over."
"Perfect!" Lando brightens. "He can meet his nephew!"
"You did not just call our dog George's nephew."
"Of course I did! He's family now. Speaking of which..." he pulls out his phone, "my mum's been asking when we're bringing Fernando to visit."
Before you can respond, George's voice carries through the door. "Why is there puppy food in the hallway?"
Lando jumps up excitedly. "Ready to meet Uncle George, Fernando?"
The puppy perks up at his name, tail wagging as George opens the door.
"You didn't," George says, taking in the scene.
"We did!" Lando announces proudly. "Meet your nephew!"
"My... nephew?"
"Fernando Russell-Norris," Lando declares. "Well, technically just Norris for now, but that'll change once your sister finally agrees to marry me."
"Still waiting on that proposal, aren't you?" George smirks.
"All in good time," Lando winks at you. "Got to do it properly, haven't I?"
You watch George pretend not to be completely smitten with Fernando, while Lando chatters about all his plans for family weekends and teaching Fernando tricks. You can't help but think about how sometimes the best things in life start as jokes about future marriages and dogs named Fernando.
"Our little family," Lando says softly, pulling you close while Fernando attempts to climb into George's lap.
And as you lean into his side, watching your brother and your boyfriend argue about who gets to be Fernando's favorite uncle (while the puppy seems more interested in chewing George's shoelaces), you realize that this - this moment, this love, this little family - is better than any dream you could have had.
It's your reality. Your perfect, slightly chaotic, absolutely wonderful reality.
⋆˚✿˖°a/n: i was inspired by lando's biker outfit on media, and inspiration just struck (i swear i will get back on so close to what)
⋆˚✿˖° where a close run-in leads to something else
⋆˚✿˖° faceclaim: alisha newton
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f1 lando arriving to the paddock in style! the mclaren driver pulled up to media day on a moped in principality
user5 someone sedate me
user6 monaco weekend let’s go lando!
user7 omg biker lando??? he looks so good
user8 hold on @/bookiemonster is this the guy who almost hit you?
bookiemonster wtf that’s him he’s a driver??? brb jumping off a cliff
user9 lando almost hit someone 😭
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bookiemonster “i would rather die of passion than boredom” - vincent van gogh (book rec of the day: this is how you lose the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone)
bff forever in your debt 💞
bookiemonster anything for you
mclaren glad to have you with us!
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user13 wait WHAT?? who is she and how did she get garage passes?
user14 living my dream fr
user15 great. for. you. 😭
user16 pity invite??
user17 stay mad @/user16
user18 OMG THE BOOK REC?? I LOVE TIHYLTTW it’s so so beautiful
[lando is now following you!]
bookiemonster posted to their story!
caption: front wing all by itself hehe fp1 & fp2 done
bff replied: WTF WHEN DID YOU PICK UP ON F1 JARGON??
bff replied: I’VE BEEN TRYING TO TEACH YOU
bff replied: IT’S A LANDMARK DAY
lando replied: yep! you’re a fast learner
bookiemonster added to their story!
caption: at least they have good bookstores and pretty streets here
bff replied: gorg as always 😍
lando replied: no photo creds? do you hate me or something?
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bookiemonster “i hope it’s love” - richard siken
bff when you told me you were going out, you neglected to say that it was a DATE
bookiemonster sorry! it was just a quiet date and i needed to just process it forgive me 🥺
bff forgiven but tell me all about it asap
user19 how could you do this? think about your book boyfriends
bookiemonster they’ll forever have a special place in my heart, i haven’t forgotten my roots 😔
user20 THE RICHARD SIKEN QUOTE oh my heart
user21 calling me single in literature is a violation 😭
user22 i hope he knows enough literature to match her freak
bookiemonster 😅 about that…
user23 top 10 anime betrayals
user24 he better treat her right
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lando cya tomorrow for quali, monaco
user25 lando using commas in places i don’t even remember to put them 😭
user26 a changed man
mclaren is it time to hire you for the photography team?
user27 mclaren jesus 💀
user28 this is lando.jpg type post
user29 pic is gorg just like lando 😍
user30 who else is hyped for qualifying?
bookiemonster added to their private story!
caption: hope you get pole or whatever
bff replied: posting him already?
bff replied: ooh girl you are so down bad for him
lando replied: hey look that’s me! thanks for the luck
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bookiemonster “there is no dishonor in losing the race. there is only dishonor in not racing because you are afraid to lose.” - the art of racing in the rain by garth stein (which is my book rec of the day!)
bff i am so glad i dragged you here with me
bookiemonster i too, am very glad i went with you
mclaren our own garage literature scholar 🧡
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user31 oh so she’s close close w the team
user32 omg the movie for the art of racing in the rain was so good 🥹 yet another banger rec
user33 not her pretending to become a fan for clout
user34 sybau :)
user35 so here for her f1 x literature crossover
user36 imagine if she starts matching f1 moments to poetry? i would perish
user37 RIGHT? like emily dickinson with half the grid?
user38 did not expect her to get into sport this year let alone f1
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lando monaco pole. bam.
user39 LANDO POLE WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS
mclaren mega lap!! 👏
user40 new track record is insane
bookiemonster “bam”? just like how you almost hit me with your moped?
user41 HELP that was a violation
lando you’ve been waiting to say something like that, huh?
bookiemonster can neither confirm nor deny
user42 i know my goat!!
user43 lando nation we never left
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f1gossip lando wanted to impressive a “pretty girl” with his pole 👀
user44 HELLO?? what kind of bombshell is this
user45 fr like casually dropping this in a post quali interview is crazy
user46 that should be me 😔
user47 guys be so fr it’s just another model like “pretty girl” is so shallow
user48 is that supposed to be a revelation? lmao they always date models
user49 he’s so happy when he’s mentioning his parents and the girl 🥹
user50 idk which insta model he’s hooking up w atp my driver got pole
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lando “let me name the stars for you” - richard siken
bookiemonster 🫶
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user51 he’s officially down bad
user52 past down bad
user53 she’s so gorgeous omg 🤭
user54 he’s quoting richard siken it’s over
user55 WAITTTT SO THEY WERE SOFT LAUNCHING EACH OTHER
user56 you’re so right how did we not see this?
user57 new otp alert!!
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bookiemonster “you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him” - richard siken
lando 💘💘💘
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user58 he’s in his loverboy era
user59 stopppp their matching posts are so cute
user60 god i’ve seen what you’ve done for others
user61 is no one talking abt how beautiful their richard siken quotes are?
user62 no real because why are they calling me single and kicking me in the gut
user63 oh how i wish to quote poetry with someone i loved
user64 and to think it all started with lando almost running her over
yet the cries for peace and humanity only echo when India retaliates.
the world weeps when terrorist camps are reduced to dust—but stayed silent when our people were turned to ashes. was our blood not red enough to stain headlines? did it not matter, just because it flowed quietly through classrooms and prayer halls in Poonch? where was the outrage when bombs fell on unaware children in response to us shelling their terrorists? when prayers were silenced mid-sentence in Gurudwara?
was peace not a global concern then?
was humanity not an international concern when our unarmed citizens were hunted down and killed right in front of their family—mercilessly shot in the name of religion—when all they wanted was to enjoy a vacation with their families in the hills of Pahalgam?
do only terrorists deserve mercy? not the child clutching his dead father’s shirt? not the mother who still sets a plate for the son who’ll never come home?
why does the world stay silent when we mourn, but raise its voice when we defend?
do the hands that carry weapons of hate deserve more compassion than the hands that held their daughter’s as they died?
SHOCKING IMF BLOODY USA GRANTED PAKISTAN LOAN OF 1.2 BILLION!! THIS IS INSANE. USA AND PAKISTAN WILL HAVE BLOOD OF INNOCENT INDIANS ON THEIR HANDS. THEY GONNA USE IT FOR TERRORISM.
China extended its support to Pakistan in terms of military action. 100 drones and artillery firing was done in jammu. Two pakistani soldiers were dressed in Indian uniform and attacked civilians. Many of BSF jawans died in protecting innocent civilians in jammu and kashmir. Most cities in india are in blackout. Residents of India are kindly asked to stay indoors. Carry all required things in a bag from first aid. Please follow all the government and authority instructions. Blasts were heard in many parts of cities. (I cannot tell due to security reasons but please please watch verified news articles. Keep yourself educated and safe first of all.)
Pakistan is carrying out attacks on Indian civilians. Many terrorists are dressed in Indian soldier uniform and beheading people
Ceasefire violated again in jammu and amritsar and samba
Drones sent again by Pakistan
Just after narendra Modi's speech
Why pakistan why?
Why Pakistan is attacking civilians?? So much hatred and blood lust ??
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I don't know whom to tag but I am really scared guys... I have exams tomorrow I thought the war ended but Pakistan again targeting and rampant on its blood lust of Indians.
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