summary: after being dumped for “being bad luck”, you don’t expect that drowning your sorrows will lead to getting married with a fellow heartbroken soul
a/n: Surprise! I am still working on my Vegas fics! It’s just…there’s only so many ways you can get accidentally married in Vegas and I’d like to make them all unique
a/n2: this is set in the 2024/2025 seasons
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yn
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yn: 4 years with the best man I know 🧡🧡 here's to many many more, my love 😘
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user1: I love them so much
↳user2: couple goals for real
↳user1: exactly!
oscarpiastri: congratulations on four years!
↳yn: thanks osc!!
user3: I love how lowkey they are?
↳user4: seriously the best thing a famous couple could be is quietly in love
↳user5: yes!
↳user3: *side eyes certain couples* I completely agree
lando: 🧡🧡
↳yn: 💋💋
user6: …ok is it just me or was that very…underwhelming?
↳user7: no seriously??? She posted so many nice pictures and wrote poetry about him today and the most he's commented is 2 hearts???
user8: all men do is disappoint, honestly
user9: has anyone else seen ln4fans post?
↳user10: …how dare they??? yn has been by lando's side for YEARS…
ln4fan
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ln4fan: save my man! This is not his season and I do believe it's all yn's fault! He's had 3 dnfs and a dns in the last 6 races and it's only been the races that yn's been at. He really needs to dump the bad weight
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user11: wow
user12: I couldn't agree more!
user13: every single word you just said was wrong actually
user14: I've never seen anyone be so extremely wrong in my life really
user15: finally someone else is saying this!! I've BEEN saying it for years oh my god
↳user16: I don't know why you're celebrating? Lando and yn have been in love since before he started f1? Like he talks about their unspoken thing all the time
↳user17: be for real she's totally not fit to be a wag — she's never at the races, she's done nothing to support his brand…
↳user16: she has her own life? She doesn't need to revolve her life around his
↳user15: but a little more support to him wouldn't be too much to ask?
user18: I'm still stuck on the fact that Lando has had so much bad luck lately
↳user19: I went back to see which races she's been at and what lando finished and it's not great
↳user18: what really?
↳user19: he's never scored higher than 7th when yn is at a race — and that was only a single race, more commonly it was 9th or lower
↳not_lando: what?
↳user18: that's so crazy!
f1gossip
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f1gossip: Trouble in paradise? Fans spotted Lando Norris and long term girlfriend yn ln fighting after his disastrous qualifying today. Is this just a bump in the road or are certain rumors (that state that yn is Lando's bad luck charm) true?
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user20: Lando if you make my girl yn cry, I'm gonna make you fight
user21: dump her dump her dump her
↳user22: oh my god get a life
user23: I've been a Lando fan for pretty much his entire career and have watched them grow up together…I've never seen them act like that
↳user24: no my heart is literally breaking for them
user25: are we children of divorce right now?
↳user26: I think we might be
↳user25: 😭😭
user27: I need more information right now actually…
f1gossip
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f1gossip: Something must be in that Vegas air — mere hours after Lando and yn were spotted arguing, Alexandra Saint Mleux (Charles Leclerc's girlfriend) was seen storming through the Harry Reid International Airport. Is this the end of another one of the paddock's iconic relationship?
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user28: I don't know what's happening in Vegas but if it touches either of the lily's I'm hopping on a flight and fist fighting them myself
↳user29: mood
user30: ok but we don't actually know if yn and lando are broken up!
↳user31: dude…they're totally broken up
↳user30: we don't know that yet! Let me have hope
user32: good! I never liked her
↳user33: just say you're jealous and get over yourself
user34: petition to ban Vegas forever? I can't take this anymore
↳user35: SIGNING RIGHT NOW
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user36 responded noooooo this is the worst timeline
oscarpiastri responded did you guys really break up?
user37 responded what do you mean you broke up???
user38 responded FINALLY YOU DROPPED HER
alex_albon responded lily is yelling at me right now what do you mean you guys broke up?
user39 responded this is gonna be good for you
user40 responded girl I'm so sorry
lilymhe responded what happened?? The one race I actually miss
user41 responded omg he actually did it
carmenmmundt responded call me hun
user42 responded was it mutual??
Private Messages: Charles and yn
lasvegasgossip
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lasvegasgossip: word on the street is that a famous but heartbroken athlete got hitched last night…who could it be?
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user50: oh my god who's in Vegas this weekend?
↳user51: the raiders and the browns are in town
↳user52: so are the knights and the kraken
↳user53: and so is f1…
user54: so many teams in the city this weekend and yet it could be any athlete that's not playing too
↳user55: I'm more focused on the heartbroken part like who's recently been heartbroken??
↳user56: I mean Lando Norris and yn ln just broke up?
↳user57: there's like 5 recent breakups with the hockey teams it could be
↳user58: there's no one in the football teams that could be described as heartbroken?
↳user59: there was something weird happening with Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux?
↳user60: so it could literally be anyone?
user61: I'm placing money on lando
↳user62: he does seem like someone who would get spontaneously drunk married
↳user63: drunk?
↳user62: all marriages in Vegas are drunk
f1fan
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f1fan: in a shocking turn of events, Lando Norris finishes the 2024 season with a DNF, DNS, DSQ, and a rare DNQ respectively — what a massive disappointment this must be for the British driver that was the favorite underdog of the season
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user64: HA this is totally because he dumped his biggest support system like a loser
↳user65: harsh but I agree
user66: who do I need to fight?? Like what the hell was that
↳user67: that was KARMA and JUSTICE for yn!!
↳user68: JUSTICE FOR YN
user69: I just…what the fuck happened? He was literally catching up to max and then all that shit happened??
↳user70: she probably cursed him or something honestly
↳user71: seriously! Like did you see how she confirmed the breakup? He was all respectful and she…wasn't
↳user70: I still cringe when I think about it
user72: the whiplash I get between this post and charles'… good lord 😂
↳user73: Charles took all of his bad luck and dumped it on Lando!
↳user72: for real!
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: what an amazing end to the season — thank you to Ferrari and to my good luck charm. now it's time to rest and recharge for next year
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user74: hell yeah!
↳user75: you totally rocked it!
maxverstappen1: Congratulations Charles liked by charles_leclerc
↳user76: they still don't follow each other btw
user77: fricking amazing to watch this!
oscarpiastri: congrats!!
user78: good luck charm??? Who??
↳user79: it's not Alex is it?
↳user78: highly unlikely - it seems like they've broken up. they haven't been seen together since Vegas and while Alex has privated her instagram, the number of posts have gone way down
user80: calling it now! Charles is the one who got married in Vegas
↳user81: iconic if true!
user82: 4 wins right in a row? Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen
Private Messages: Charles and yn
charles_priv
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charles_priv: spending the winter break with my wife ♥️♥️
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notyn: the best winter break I've ever had
↳charles_priv: same chérie
madmax: when did you get married???
↳charles_priv: when I got drunk in Vegas
↳notyn: not gonna lie I don't remember anything about that night…
↳charles_priv: me either
↳madmax: hilarious but congrats
pierre: you've been married for months now and are just telling us???
↳charles_priv: …oops?
↳notyn: that's on Charles!
↳charles_priv: chérie!
↳pierre: oh you're perfect for one another
op81: awkward but congratulations
↳charles_priv: we would appreciate it if this news doesn't reach Lando
↳op81: yeah that's not going to be a problem, I don't even know who you people are
op81: but fyi he's hard key moping
↳notyn: he made his bed
arthur: it was great to get to know you! Might have to take your side if you get a divorce
↳charles_priv: Arthur!
↳arthur: only one of you 2 made me fresh baked cookies and it wasn't you
↳notyn: you're welcome arthur 💙
↳op81: wait cookies are in the table?
↳charles_priv: only for Leclerc's!
↳op81: you adopted me so I count! liked by notyn
↳notyn: he's got a point babe
f1gossip
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f1gossip: romance in the air? Charles Leclerc has been spotted with a new girlfriend in recent weeks — who might this mystery woman be?
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user83: don't worry guys it's just me
user84: who is she????
user85: that's so fast?
↳user86: really?
↳user85: it's only been a couple of months
↳user86: a lifetime for him honestly
↳user87: ummm rude??
↳user88: but fair I feel
user89: twitter detectives! Who is she?
↳user90: no idea yet! It's still too new
↳user89: but I need to know??
user91: I don't really care who she is because HE looks so happy with her
↳user92: he does! And I'm so happy for him
Private Messages: Charles and yn
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: that mystery woman happens to be my wife, thank you
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user93: holy shit PLOT TWIST
↳user94: I honestly did NOT see this coming
↳user93: it definitely wasn't on my bingo card for the year
maxverstappen1: Congratulations again you guys
↳yn: thanks max!
user95: I'm loving this so much?? Like Lando really dumped her for being bad luck and then Charles is literally dominating this season liked by yn
↳user96: It's even better! He calls her his lucky charm
↳user95: I can see why!
landonorris: what the hell is this?!?
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yn: love you too babe! liked by charles_leclerc
user97: did you guys seriously get married in Vegas?
↳yn: we did!
↳user97: …and you're gonna stay married despite it starting in Vegas?
↳yn: well something good had to come from our broken hearts liked by charles_leclerc
↳charles_leclerc: despite the beginning, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me liked by yn
f1
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f1: This weekend decides it all! Should Charles Leclerc score a single point this weekend, he becomes the 2025 World Drivers Champion — will this be the year the Monégasque driver takes home the championship? Or will Max Verstappen become a 5x champion?
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user98: Charles! Charles! Charles
↳user99: Leclerc! Leclerc! Leclerc!
user100: we're all rooting for you Charles!
yn: it'll be my husband for sure
↳user101: alright there Mrs Leclerc, flexing on us
↳yn: 😂😂
user102: I'm so sat right now
↳user103: BIG SAME
↳user104: it's gonna happen for sure!
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: I got to marry my lucky charm all over again
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Summary: While you're left standing in the rain waiting for Max to pick you up, his ex posts a story from his passenger seat.
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You’re soaked.
There’s a coldness in your bones that isn’t just from the rain or the way your shoes squelch with every step. It's not the kind of damp that can be shrugged off with a towel or warmed away with a dry change of clothes. No this is the kind of wet that seeps through every layer, clinging to your skin and settling in your bones like a curse. It’s something deeper. It’s betrayal laced with humiliation and it’s sticking to your skin more stubbornly than the water running down your cheeks.
You blink hard trying to clear your vision, not just from the relentless downpour, but from the disbelief clouding your thoughts as you look down at your phone again. Just once more. Just to make absolutely sure this isn’t some cruel misunderstanding, some glitch in the matrix of your relationship.
But no. There it is.
Her Instagram story.
Max.
Her voice lilting in the background, unmistakable even after all this time, sweet and soft.
His car.
The soft interior glow, the distinct hum of the engine, the carbon fibre dash that he used to let you rest your feet on even though he always said he hated it when people did that. The same grip on the steering wheel, the same slow pull into gear.
It’s the same seat you were supposed to be sitting in.
The same car he promised he’d pick you up in tonight.
The same plan you both agreed on.
The timestamp mocks you, posted ten minutes ago.
Your pickup time was fifteen minutes ago.
And now it’s been five minutes since that.
You’re standing in the rain, alone, watching the story that confirmed what you never wanted to believe. You should’ve known. God, you did know. Some small part of you always knew this was a possibility. You just never thought he’d actually choose her again, not after everything. Not after you.
She’s always been there, lingering at the frayed edges of your relationship like an echo you couldn’t shake. The ex who ended things on her terms, who left him the second things got real only to float back into his orbit whenever the timing suited her. The one whose name you never liked saying aloud because of the way it made something in Max shift. Not in a way he ever acknowledged outright, but in subtle, telling ways you couldn’t unsee. The way he gripped your hand tighter when someone mentioned her in passing. The way he looked at you after those conversations, with guilt swimming just beneath the surface, always followed by a whispered “I love you. Only you.”
You didn’t even mean to see it. You weren’t looking. You’d been waiting. Trusting. Standing beneath a flickering streetlight, phone in hand, counting raindrops and minutes, hoping.
It was your best friend who sent it, who shattered the illusion with a simple ping, a link to the story, followed by a rapid-fire string of messages that bled across your rain-slicked screen.
“Are you okay?”
“Y/N he’s literally driving her. She tagged him.”
“Please call me.”
“Did he tell you??”
You never made it into his car.
Max arrives and he doesn’t see you.
The car slows to a crawl as he pulls up to the curb, headlights cutting through the downpour like a desperate searchlight. The windshield wipers swipe frantically back and forth, barely keeping up with the torrent hammering the glass. The world outside is a blur of water and streetlights, distorted silhouettes and shimmering reflections on wet pavement. He squints through it all, eyes scanning every shadow, every figure under every awning looking for you.
He shouts your name, his voice barely audible over the dull roar of rain pelting the roof.
He glances at the time glowing on the dash.
Over fifteen minutes late.
He winces.
He knows how much you hate waiting. It’s one of the first things you ever told him about yourself, that you’d rather leave than be left waiting. And you especially hate waiting in the rain
Now here he is.
Late.
He taps the unlock button on his car, the familiar soft click echoing through the cabin as the passenger door opens. He half expects to see you jogging up from wherever you might’ve taken cover, hood pulled up, expression annoyed but forgivable.
But the sidewalk stays empty.
No umbrella.
No footsteps.
No bag slung over your shoulder.
No you.
A flicker of unease coils in his gut. It starts small, like a drip in a bucket, but it doesn’t take long to flood into something heavier. He cranes his neck, looks around again. Maybe he just missed you. Maybe you’re still coming.
He grabs his phone.
Calls you.
It rings once. Then again.
Then the call cuts to voicemail and a recorded voice answers instead of you. He stares at the screen, thumb hovering, not sure if he should redial or just wait.
That’s when it happens, he sees the notification across the top of his screen.
Instagram.
His ex tagged him in a story.
His blood runs cold.
His thumb moves before his brain can even catch up. He taps the alert. The app opens. The story loads.
And there it is.
Her voice.
Her laugh.
His car.
This car.
The very same seat beside him that you were supposed to be in, now caught in a three-second video that feels like a goddamn gunshot now that he knows you must’ve seen it. The angle is unmistakable. Her giggle is unmistakable. The timestamp damning.
“Fuck,” Max breathes, the word torn from his throat as if punched out of him.
He clicks the story again, watches it a second time, as if maybe it’ll change. As if maybe this is some kind of mix-up. But it doesn’t change. And it isn’t.
You saw this.
You had to have seen this.
And now you’re not here.
He swears again, louder this time, slamming his palm once against the steering wheel. He doesn’t care about the sting. Doesn’t care that he’s still parked with his hazard lights blinking in the middle of the street.
“No. No, no, no—fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his rain-dampened hair, the adrenaline surging now, panic blooming in his chest like wildfire.
He dials again.
And again.
Still nothing.
Straight to voicemail.
His heart is pounding so loudly it drowns out everything else. The rain, the storm, the voice in his head screaming at him that he fucked up.
And the worst part?
He knows exactly why you’re gone.
And exactly what it looks like.
Because it is exactly what it looks like.
You’re still walking.
No umbrella.
No direction.
Just away.
From him. From the place he was supposed to be. From the people whose eyes are probably on their screens right now asking themselves if you knew. If you expected it. If you’re the fool.
Your legs are moving but your mind is frozen. You can’t stop picturing her in the passenger seat. The seat you’ve sat in countless times, laughing, teasing him, letting him kiss the back of your hand at red lights. You picture her leaning in. Laughing at something he said.
You can see it so clearly it makes you sick.
Her sliding in like it meant nothing. Him not stopping her.
That’s what kills you.
Because it wasn’t an accident.
He had to slow the car.
Had to pull over.
Had to let her open the door.
Had to know what it would look like.
Had to know you were waiting.
And still, he made a choice.
Back in the car Max is unraveling.
He’s not thinking clearly anymore. His grip on the wheel is too tight. His jaw clenched. His thoughts spiral faster than the tyres beneath him.
He doesn’t know where to go.
So he just keeps moving.
He loops the same few blocks again and again, slowing near every café, every covered bus stop, every alley that might give him even a glimpse of you. He checks his mirrors like you might suddenly appear behind him. He pulls over recklessly scanning faces through fogged glass.
His phone buzzes in his hand, slippery with the sweat of panic. He’s called you five times now maybe six. Every time it ends the same way.
Voicemail.
He sends messages instead.
Where are you?
Please Y/N.
It’s not what it looked like.
But even as he types the words, they look pathetic. They look like what they are, hollow.
Because he doesn’t know what to say.
How do you explain something that should never have happened at all?
He hadn’t planned to see her, it was by chance, truly. He’d run into her when the rain started coming down hard. She said she was stranded and would get soaked. She smiled like she still knew how to get what she wanted. Said she just needed a quick lift.
He told himself it was fine, it would be a couple of minutes, that it didn’t mean anything, that you’d never know, that you didn’t need to know.
And that... that was the mistake.
Because he was thinking about timing. About rationalising. Not about you.
He thought he could drop her off and still pick you up like nothing happened.
He thought it would be fine.
He thought it wouldn't matter.
He thought wrong.
You don’t go home yet.
You don’t answer his calls. You don’t open his messages. You don’t even let yourself cry.
Not yet.
Because crying would mean acknowledging that it’s real. That it happened. That the version of him you’ve held onto in your heart, flawed but yours, just unraveled in front of the whole world.
Instead you keep walking until your limbs are too tired to carry you any further and your shoes feel like lead. The rain hasn’t let up, but you finally duck into a dim empty corner of a late-night café. It’s quiet, nearly closing, warm in the way fluorescent lights can be, not comforting exactly, but bearable.
You slide into a booth in the back away from the windows, away from the door. The smell of burnt coffee and old pastries drifts through the air, grounding you just enough. You pull your soaked sleeves over your hands and clench your fists inside them, pretending the tremble in your body is from the cold. Pretending that’s all it is.
Your phone buzzes again.
The vibration against the table is sharp. Insistent. Like it knows it’s already too late.
You don’t want to look.
But you do.
Of course you do.
I’m so sorry. Please talk to me.
She asked for a ride and I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking I didn’t mean to hurt you.
I love you.
Three more messages. Short. Desperate.
Each one a blow softened by the kind of words you used to ache to hear.
Now they feel meaningless.
Weightless.
Too late.
You stare at the screen, unmoving, your reflection faint in the black of the glass. You don’t react. Don’t type. Don’t scream. Just let the words sit there like ashes, hot and bitter in your chest.
Then the screen dims and you turn the phone off, because none of it, none of it, changes the truth.
It doesn’t change the fact that he left you standing in the rain, waiting, heart open, believing in him.
He let her in.
Even if it was only for fifteen minutes.
Even if it was just a ride.
Even if it meant nothing to him.
Because to you?
It meant everything.
Sometimes it only takes minutes to destroy something you spent years building.
And now?
Now there’s nothing left to say.
Max is still searching when the rain finally begins to ease, tapering into a quiet drizzle that does nothing to calm the storm inside him.
He’s been driving for over an hour now, aimlessly circling through streets that feel both too familiar and suddenly foreign without you in them. He’s tried all your favourite places, places you go when you need to think, when you need space, when you need him to find you. But you’re not there.
He’s called your friends, most of them didn’t answer. The ones who did gave him the kind of silence that says you fucked up, followed by clipped responses and quick hang-ups.
He’s left voicemails he already knows he’ll hate himself for when he hears them again, his voice cracking, rambling, repeating please like it’s the only word that matters. Like it might somehow undo everything.
His throat is raw, not just from the cold or the shouting over traffic, but from apologising to no one, just the air, the rain, the quiet passenger seat that reminds him over and over again of what’s missing.
His chest aches in a way he can’t quite name. It’s not the sharp, fleeting pain of anger or the clean cut of guilt. It’s something deeper. A hollow, echoing kind of grief for something he hasn’t lost entirely, but knows he’s pushed to the edge of slipping through his fingers.
He let someone in, the someone you’ve always worried about, the one you never asked him to choose between, but silently hoped he already had.
He knows he made a mistake.
He’s not delusional. He’s not trying to spin it into something it wasn’t.
He just doesn’t know if this is the kind of mistake you can come back from.
When you finally get home hours later, dry but numb, you stop at the edge of your street and freeze.
There, parked just beyond the curb, is a car you know like the back of your hand.
His car.
You pause. You should've expected it really.
For a moment all you can do is stare. Like if you blink long enough it might vanish. Like maybe it’s just a cruel trick of the night and your exhaustion.
But then the driver’s side door opens.
Max steps out as if propelled by instinct, like he’s been holding his breath waiting to see you for hours. His movements are stiff, tired, soaked in something close to panic. His clothes are rumpled, his hair damp, and his face… his face is drawn tight with guilt and hope and the kind of desperation that makes you want to look away.
His eyes find yours instantly. Wide. Searching. Haunted.
“Y/N,” he breathes your name like it’s salvation and punishment all at once. He takes a cautious step toward you as if any sudden movement might make you disappear. “Please—just let me explain—”
You hold up a hand. To your own surprise your voice doesn’t shake when you speak
“You don’t need to explain Max. I saw everything.”
His face crumples. His shoulders drop. His mouth opens slightly, then closes again like he doesn’t know where to start.
“It wasn’t what it looked like,” he says quickly, stepping forward. “She asked for help. She looked stranded, it was pouring—I couldn’t say no—I—”
“But you did say no! You said no to me. You left me there.”
Your words slice through his excuses like a blade.
That shuts him up.
You watch the realisation settle into his expression, slow and suffocating. The words hang there between you, suspended in the silence, heavier than rain. You let them linger. Let him feel it. Let him sit in the same quiet that wrapped around you when every notification buzzed against your palm, when your phone screen lit up with pity and betrayal, when you stood on that sidewalk like the punchline to a joke everyone else was in on.
“That’s what’s killing me. You knew where I was. You knew exactly where I’d be standing outside at what time, in the dark, in the rain, waiting for you.”
“I didn’t think—” he starts, almost reflexively, but you cut him off with a sharp shake of your head.
“No. Don’t do that. Don’t say you didn’t think. Because that’s exactly the problem Max. You didn’t think. You didn’t think about me. You didn’t think about how it would feel for me to stand there cold and alone, checking my phone and telling myself you were just stuck in traffic or your car broke down or literally anything other than the reality I had to see with my own eyes on a fucking Instagram story."
“I didn’t mean for it to happen like that,” he says quickly, stepping forward, hands slightly raised, like that might somehow soften the blow. “She didn’t have anyone, I thought it would be five minutes, I didn’t—”
“You didn’t want to say no to her, but you said no to me without even realising it,” you cut in again, this time quieter, but it hits harder.
He winces. “I know. I know I fucked up. I didn’t think it through, I swear, it was just—”
“It was just a ride, right?” you say bitterly, the words tasting like rust. “Just a few minutes. Just her looking helpless and you caved. You didn’t even think about me. You didn’t even consider that I might find out not because it mattered to you, but because you thought I wouldn’t have to.”
“I wasn’t trying to hurt you—I would never—”
“But you did Max,” you snap, and now your voice finally rises, not with rage, but with raw, exhausted grief.
His mouth opens and closes like he wants to say something else, but there’s nothing he can offer that you haven’t already crushed beneath the truth.
“Fifteen minutes,” you whisper. Your voice is thinner now, but it doesn’t waver. “That’s all it took. For her to be in your passenger seat. For the entire world to see it before I even knew.”
He moves closer, desperate. “You don’t understand—”
“No, Max,” you cut in, sharper now. “I do understand. You didn’t think it mattered. You didn’t think I’d find out. You were just going to show up late unlock the door like nothing happened, kiss me on the cheek and pretend it was all fine. Like she hadn’t just been in your car. Like I wasn’t standing in the rain waiting.”
Your voice cracks then, a single crack that betrays how deeply it hurts. How close you are to breaking entirely. You wrap your arms around yourself not to keep warm, but to hold yourself together.
“Do you want to know what I thought Max? When I saw that video?”
He opens his mouth, but you don’t give him the chance to answer.
“I thought, of course. Of course she gets to climb back into your life like she never left. Of course you said yes when she asked. Because she’s always had a hold on you. One I could never quite erase no matter how much I loved you.”
“That’s not true,” he says, but the words are brittle.
You shake your head, blinking fast. “She’s the one you chased. I was the one who stayed. I was the one who showed up. And still... you picked her. Even if it was just for fifteen minutes.”
His eyes fill, red-rimmed and glassy, and he takes another step forward like he might close the distance between you with his regret alone. He reaches for you, hand trembling slightly.
You take a step back.
It’s gentle. But it’s a wall.
“I need space,” you say. “I need to not see you right now. Because I don’t know if I can look at you without seeing her. Without wondering if fifteen minutes was all it took to make you forget everything we had.”
Max doesn’t follow. He nods, slowly, eyes shining with regret.
As you turn and walk toward your door this time it’s him left standing in the rain, watching you disappear into the night, too afraid to follow. Too late to fix it. Too broken to speak.
Wondering if he’s truly lost the one person he can’t live without.
The rain hasn’t let up.
It’s thinner now, less furious, but it keeps falling almost like it knows he doesn’t deserve clarity yet.
Max sits alone in his car watching the droplets slide down the windshield, tracing the same pattern over and over again like a punishment. It’s been hours since you walked away. Hours since he saw your face, your eyes wet and brimming with disbelief, your expression cracked open by pain you didn’t deserve. And still, he hasn’t left.
Because where would he go?
What could possibly matter more than waiting for the impossible chance that you might come back outside?
You didn’t force him to draw lines. You never issued ultimatums. You didn’t weaponise your love. You just trusted him.
Still, somehow he’d made the wrong decision.
He didn’t mean to hurt you.
God, he didn’t mean it.
That’s the thing about pain though, intentions don’t matter when the damage is done.
He leans his head back, resting it against the headrest with a dull thud. His eyes close, but there’s no peace. Just the roar of rain, the weight of silence, and the past clawing its way back in through every fractured piece of him that he thought was sealed shut.
Her.
His ex.
Her voice used to be intoxicating, alluring, manipulative, dangerous in ways that took him years to fully understand. Laughing in his ear one second, then gone the next, radio silent for days, just long enough to make him panic. Then she’d come back like nothing happened, smile sweetly, make it seem like he was the one who made her run. When she came back it was always on her terms and with just enough sweetness to keep him hooked, just enough vulnerability to keep him wondering if maybe, maybe this time would be different.
She made him chase.
Always.
He remembers one night in Monaco, a party, an argument, her storming out after accusing him of flirting with someone he’d barely spoken to. He remembers running after her, practically begging her to talk to him while she lit a cigarette on the curb not even looking at him.
She loved the power.
He remembers being twenty-two and stupidly in love with someone who needed him to feel small so she could feel big. In love with a version of her that didn’t actually exist, an idea, not a person. Someone who could only love him if he bled for it.
She never told him what she wanted. She just made him guess. And every time he got it wrong, and even when he didn’t, she’d punish him.
Emotionally.
Silently.
With withdrawal.
With just enough affection to keep him on the hook.
And when she finally broke it off for good he felt relief so strong it made him dizzy.
But even then… he didn’t see it for what it was. Not really.
Not until he met you.
You, who texted back without delay.
You, who laughed with your whole chest and never made him earn your approval like a prize.
You, who spoke to him like he was human, flawed, emotional, not perfect, but worth loving wholeheartedly anyway.
You didn’t make him guess. You didn’t turn every disagreement into a battlefield. You didn’t leave him wondering if he was too much or not enough.
He didn’t have to earn your attention. He didn’t have to guess how you felt every time he looked at you. You didn’t keep score. You were soft and honest and that terrified him at first.
Because when you’re used to love that feels like punishment, kindness feels like a trap. Stability feels like a trick. And for a while he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.
But it never did.
You were gentle with him, even when he didn’t deserve it.
He remembers one night after a brutal race pressures too high, tempers flaring. He came home angry, silent, pacing like a storm and instead of pushing or asking too much or pulling away, you simply touched his face. Softly. Thumb tracing his jaw.
“I know,” you whispered. “I know you’re trying.”
That undid him. No one had ever said that before. Not like that. Not with grace instead of judgment.
You cracked something open in him.
You made him want to be better.
Now he’s sitting in the very car that used to take you everywhere, on late-night drives, to secret hideouts, to beach parking lots where he kissed you with sand still clinging to your ankles and all he can think is:
He ruined it.
Fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes was all it took to let the wrong person slip back into his world.
She’d called his name in the parking lot like no time had passed, half-laughing, soaked from the rain but still composed, still playing at vulnerability like it was some kind of charm looking exactly the same as the last time he saw her. Polished. Icy. Familiar.
“Max,” she called out, flashing that same curated smile he’d once mistaken for softness. “Just one ride. It’s pissing rain and I can’t get a driver.”
He hesitated. He really did.
But she was already pulling open the door, acting like it was obvious he’d say yes, like she knew he’d let her in... and he did
That’s what pisses him off now, not the fact that she asked, but the part of himself that still responded like a reflex. Like muscle memory. Like the version of him she used to own hadn’t fully died.
The part of him that still caved to her chaos for fifteen fucking minutes while you were waiting for him in the rain.
He didn’t want her in the car.
He didn’t enjoy it.
He didn’t laugh. He didn’t talk.
He just drove. Silent. Detached. Numb.
Still he didn’t stop to think about you.
You, who was waiting fifteen minutes away.
You, who trusted him not to put you in that position.
You, who never asked for promises, only presence. Only honesty.
And now… maybe he’s lost you, and he thinks he probably deserves to.
Max runs both hands through his damp hair, fingers tangling at the nape of his neck as frustration twists inside him like a knife. His whole body feels wired, restless, like if he could just go back turn the wheel, say no, stop her, he might undo it all.
He can’t believe how fast it all crumbled.
One video. One tag. Three seconds of her voice over his engine and suddenly the entire illusion of security you felt with him shattered, and rightfully so, because you weren’t just hurt by the image.
You were humiliated.
He should’ve known better. He should’ve protected you.
Not just from her, but from himself.
From the part of him that still hasn't learned that not all people who smile at you deserve a seat beside you.
The trust you’d so carefully handed him had splintered.
He pictures your face again. The way you looked at him like he wasn’t the person you loved anymore. Like you didn’t recognise him.
In that moment, maybe you didn’t.
Maybe he didn’t either.
He scrolls through your texts. No responses. Nothing since you asked for space.
He doesn’t blame you.
And yet… every part of him aches to reach you.
To go up to your door.
To hold your face and swear again that it didn’t mean anything.
That it was a thoughtless mistake.
That he would never, ever let her between you again.
You were never the rebound.
You were never the easy option.
You were everything he didn’t know he was allowed to have until he had you.
His mind drifts back to a conversation you had a few weeks ago. He’d asked if you trusted him. You smiled, curled up next to him in bed, your fingers running along the inside of his wrist.
“I do. Of course I do… but please don’t make me feel stupid for it.”
He didn’t answer then.
He just kissed you.
Now that sentence haunts him like a fucking echo.
He gets out of the car finally.
Walks in the rain without an umbrella.
Because maybe he deserves to know how it felt. To be cold, soaked, vulnerable, standing there watching someone drive past with a ghost in their passenger seat.
Maybe he needs to remember it viscerally, the water in his shoes, the ache in his gut, the burn in his throat from not saying no when it mattered. Maybe he needs to know what it’s like to stand outside in the dark, and realise, really realise, that the person he loves might not be coming.
He pulls out his phone. His hands are shaking, rain slipping off his fingertips as he unlocks the screen.
He doesn’t expect you to answer.
But he has to try.
I keep thinking about how she used to make me feel like I was never enough, like love was some kind of test I could never quite pass, no matter how much I gave or how hard I tried, like I had to earn every scrap of her affection while constantly fearing I might lose it for reasons she’d never explain.
And then you came into my life calm and steady and you loved me without asking me to prove a single thing. You didn’t make me guess. You didn’t make me bleed for your attention. You just gave it. Freely. Without hesitation. Without agenda.
You saw the parts of me I tried to hide, the temper, the pride, the insecurity, and you didn’t flinch. You didn’t run. You stayed, and you made me feel like maybe I was someone worth staying for.
And I let you down.
Because for fifteen stupid, careless minutes I let a shadow slip back into the space that should have only ever belonged to you. I let her in enough to make you doubt me. Just enough to make you question everything we built. Just enough to hurt you in the way I promised I never would.
That’s what kills me. That I didn’t have to touch her to betray you. That all it took was silence. Thoughtlessness. The absence of a ‘no’ when you deserved every no in the world.
I'm not trying to make excuses only to explain. I would give anything to undo it. To go back and shut the door. To keep that seat empty until it was you in it. To turn the car around, to call you, to remember that fifteen minutes of convenience was never worth five seconds of losing you.
You’re it for me. You’ve always been it.
You’re the only one I want beside me, in my car, in my life, in every version of the future I’ve ever let myself hope for.
I love you.
I love you more than I ever thought was possible.
And if I never get the chance to show you again… if this is it… if I’ve already ruined it beyond repair… then I just hope you know that every word I’m saying now is true.
You were never temporary.
You were never second-best.
You are everything.
Please don’t let this be the end. But if it is…
Then I’ll carry this regret for the rest of my life knowing I had something rare, something real and I lost it the moment I forgot to protect it.
I’m sorry.
I love you.
Always.
in which a famous singer accidentally hard launches her boyfriend via her phone's lockscreen except she doesn't even know him and got his photo from pinterest.
pairing: lando norris x singer!reader
tags: smau, fluff, crack?
fc: inde navarrette
note: it's been a while since i've written so thanks a lot f1 from waking me from my tumblr hibernation...
ynupdates just posted a photo!
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ynupdates in a latest vlog, yn's phone screen was briefly exposed, revealing what appeared to be a man's eyes as her lockscreen. fans are still unsure whether it was an accidental hard launch and, more importantly, whose eyes they belong to.
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ynfan1: yall damn well know thats her bf
⤷ ynfan2: NOOOOOOOOO
ynfan3: NOT HER HARD LAUNCHING ACCIDENTALLY????
⤷ ynfan1: we all know how nonchalant she is abt this stuff
ynfan4: THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEEE
ynfan5: ok but who is that and why does he have pretty eyes 🚬🚬🚬
user1: you guys hear me out... it looks like harry styles...
⤷ ynfan3: ISNT HE A BIT TOO OLD FOR HER?????
⤷ user2: and that isnt new with celebrities
⤷ user1: drag him
user3: it looks like hero fiennes? isn't he the leading man in that movie she sang the ost for?
⤷ ynfan6: stop speculating things!!!!!
⤷ user3: we're all here to speculate 🤓👍
f1fan1: ok now am i tripping or is that lando norris
⤷ f1fan2: RIGHT IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THIS COMMENT
⤷ f1fan3: so im not being delusional right????
⤷ ynfan2: who now?
⤷ f1fan1: lando norris current f1 world champion
ynfan7: i think i’m more concerned that she’s using military time…
ynupdates just posted a reel!
clip: in yn's latest interview, she's asked about the 'mystery man' on her lockscreen. she throws her head back laughing before shaking her head and answering, "it's seriously just some guy i found on pinterest. it was just a really really picture of a dude with pretty eyes and i saved it."
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ynfan1: she's so weird 😭😭😭😭
ynfan2: can’t she be normal for once and just use one of the default wallpapers 😭
ynfan3: she dgaf that’s NOT her boyfriend
f1fan1: ok but im sure that’s lando norris though
⤷ f1fan2: pretty sure too, i think i saw that exact photo on pinterest LMAO
f1fan3: some drivers are in the likes HELPPPPP
yn posted a photo!
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yn proof of my pinterest search… let me save pretty boy eyes photos on my phone in peace!
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ynfan1: baby cmon now 😭😭😭😭😭
ynfan2: NOT HER POSTING THE SCREENSHOT OF HER SEARCH HISTORY
⤷ ynfan3: AND THE ACTUAL PHOTO????
ynfan4: everyday i pray for her pr team’s mental stability
⤷ user1: i just know she’s an actual nightmare
⤷ ynfan4: ok ntm on my girl
f1fan1: THATS LITERALLY LANDO NORRIS
f1fan2: dont worry girl i also have lando as my lockscreen
f1fan3: do you even know who he is?
⤷ yn: race car guy
⤷ f1fan3: which one?
⤷ yn: … the fast one?
⤷ ynfan5: YN MY LOVE YOU DONT HAVE TO REPLY 😭😭😭
story replies:
ynfan1: oh baby 😭😭😭😭😭
ynfan2: this is so sarcastic i cant do this 😭
ynfan3: did your manager make you do this
manager: AT LEAST MAKE IT LOOK BELIEVABLE??????
hater1: oh wow no effort at all
lando: i can feel the sincerity, thank you
*would
ynupdates just posted a reel! • posted 1w ago!
clip: in yn's latest interview, she's asked about the 'mystery man' on her lockscreen. she throws her head back laughing before shaking her head and answering, "it's seriously just some guy i found on pinterest. it was just a really really picture of a dude with pretty eyes and i saved it."
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f1fan3: some drivers are in the likes HELPPPPP
lando: here @/yn
⤷ ynfan1: UH HELLO?????
⤷ ynfan2: WHY IS HE TAGGING HER
⤷ f1fan1: NOT HIM TAGGING HER ARE THEY TALKING?
⤷ f1fan2: im crying why is he bumping a post from last week
⤷ ynfan3: I BET THEYRE TALKING RN
⤷ yn: this is ai generated content
⤷ yn: don't support this unlik e this
⤷ yn: SAVE WATER
yn posted a photo!
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yn i wasn't wrong, he was the fast one
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ynfan1: NOW HOLD ON
ynfan2: hello??????
ynfan3: HOW COME WE DIDNT GET ANY UPDATES ON THIS
⤷ ynupdates: GIRL IM AS SURPRISED AS YOU ARE
f1fan1: the first time she watches, lando gets his first win of the season
⤷ f1fan2: LANDO DONT FUMBLE
⤷ ynfan4: they're probably just friends don't speculate????
⤷ f1fan2: LANDO DONT FUMBLE !!!!!!
mclarenf1: looking forward to seeing you again in our garage!
⤷ yn: awww that's too sweet!
ynfan5: did you enjoy, @/yn?
⤷ yn: i did actually!
f1fan3: thank you for blessing us with that lando pic......
⤷ f1fan4: no fr he looks so yummy ❤︎ liked by creator
⤷ ynfan6: SHE LIKED THAT?????
lando: you should come watch often
⤷ yn: ?
⤷ lando: i like winning
lando just posted a photo!
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lando HUNGARY BABY P1 BABYYYYY
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f1fan1: oh wow he just hard launched her
⤷ ynfan1: she posted him too its natural????
⤷ f1fan2: trust me i know this man, he hasn't posted anyone else on his dump since his ex
f1fan3: lando and his lucky charm? ❤︎ liked by creator
f1fan4: she's so pretty actually
⤷ ynfan2: SHE IS PERIOD
mclarenf1: when are we seeing our girl again?
⤷ lando: your girl?
⤷ maxfewtrell: mate...
yn: HUNGARY BABY P1 BABYYYYY
⤷ f1fan5: she matches his energy!!!!
⤷ lando: YES BABYYYYY
⤷ yn: NICE ONE BABYYYYYY
⤷ lando: THANK YOU BABYYYYY
⤷ ynfan3: ok r they flirting now??
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ynupdates yn is spotted with f1 and mclaren driver lando norris in monaco kissing after walking out of a restaurant. it's been 3 weeks since yn started coming to f1 races as lando's vip guest but was never seen with him outside of the paddock until now.
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f1fan1: i mean are we surpised?
⤷ ynfan1: she's literally been in every race since hungary
f1fan2: i'm giving it 3 months
⤷ ynfan2: i hope you also give yourself some time to touch grass
ynfan3: quick guys pretend to be surprised!
f1fan3: it was only a matter of time
lando posted a photo!
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lando i mean its only fair
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f1fan1: HARD LAUNCH
ynfan1: you know what... i approve that photo
⤷ lando: thank you
⤷ ynfan1: take care of my girl! ❤︎ liked by creator
f1fan2: NOOOO IT SHOULDVE BEEN ME
⤷ ynfan2: who are you again
f1fan3: bro looks so happy
maxfewtrell: whipped
⤷ lando: mate, have you seen my girl?
⤷ ynfan3: CORRECT ANSWER
⤷ ynfan4: good job yn, i approve of him ❤︎ liked by creator
yn: good photo
⤷ lando: that's my girlfriend :))))))))))
⤷ f1fan4: simp
⤷ ynfan5: if i was dating yn i'd be adding :)))))))))) to all my texts too
summary: you disappear for a week, come back with new hair, and accidentally start a cheating scandal that breaks the f1 internet.
pairing: charles leclerc x gf!reader
warnings: media/fan speculation, online harassment (mentioned), mild language, public rumor stress, miscommunication, fake cheating accusations, parasocial nonsense, use of y/n, established relationship (duh)
notes: sorry i've been so inactive gang 😔, i've got more midterms starting up and i've been so locked in with that + living my normal life that i've been neglecting writing LMAO BUT HERE YALL GO!! a cute lil smau fic to hold you over while i balance my shit 😝
f1 masterlist !
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yourusername, this weekend <3
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charles_leclerc, ❤️ ♥︎ liked by creator
friend3, most beautiful girl 😏
— yourusername, you gon make me blush 😊
lilymhe, stop being cute it’s making the rest of us look bad 😭
— alex_albon, honestly.
— yourusername, LMAO
f1wagupdates, imagine being this soft omg
carmenmmudt, body tea or whatever the kids say these days
— yourusername, CARMEN AHAHAHA
yncharlesenthusiast, her laying down on him 🥹🥹🥹
user1, if you see someone laying on the road tonight, thats me! 🤗
arthur_leclerc, it was torture being with the two of you. disgusting people.
— yourusername, ur just jelly 🤣🤣
— arthur_leclerc, jealous of people who dont have to third wheel you? yes. 100%.
iamrebeccad, my beautiful girl 🤍 ♥︎ liked by creator
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f1wagsightings, Charles Leclerc seen with mystery girl in Monaco 👀 thoughts?
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y/nfanpage, brooo that’s def not her 😭
charlesleclercupdates, he’s moving mad again 😭 someone slap the shit out of him
yncharlesenthusiast, you must be fucking joking.
wagsleuths, y/n hasn’t posted in a week either... oh my days
charlestheangel, MAN. i've got to change my username cuz what the hell.
y/nhatepage, finally. y/n didnt deserve him anyway
— 16lovergirl, man shut up.
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yourusername, same girl, new hair 💋
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charles_leclerc, never taking you to dinner again 😭
— yourusername, you love me
kikagomez, bro he almost died for no reason 💀 ♥︎ liked by creator
iamrebeccad, well, atleast you look beautiful as a brunette 😅 ♥︎ liked by creator
lilymhe, the chaos you caused omg 😭
— yourusername, whoops
wagsleuths, well, i guess were all truly stupid LMAO
friend3, Twitter owes you an apology fr 😭😭
carmenmmundt, next time you dye your hair, maybe upload the change immediately 😙 ♥︎ liked by creator
yncharlesenthusiast, mother’s power even with a color change 🫶
arthur_leclerc, i was gonna rip a new one into charles...
— yourusername, i was told🤣🤣
charynprotector, I WAS RIGHT!!! never doubt me 😎 ♥︎ liked by creator
— charynprotector, OMG SHE LIKED MY COMMENT
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charles_leclerc, the only thing I cheat on is UNO when she’s winning 😇
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yourusername, I KNEW IT. THERE WAS NO WAY YOU WENT FROM 8 CARDS TO 2💀
— charles_leclerc, sorry chérie 😍
landonorris, we almost had a national crisis because of you two 😭 ♥︎ liked by creator and yourusername
y/nfanpage, welp. atleast we know he didnt cheat on her 😅
alex_albon, UNO cheating > relationship cheating
carlossainz55, deleting my paragraph... ♥︎ liked by yourusername
— charles_leclerc, what paragraph...😟
— iamrebeccad, dont worry about it charles!
pierregasly, never a dull moment with the Leclercs! ♥︎ liked by creator
maxverstappen1, this was a fun adventure, do it again. ♥︎ liked by yourusername
yourusername, dyed my hair for fun and almost started a global crisis #sorrycharles
— charles_leclerc, never again. stay brunette forever pls 😭
summary: a chatty girl starts showing up at your family flower shop every single day and, for some reason, decides you'd be the perfect match for her older brother.
warnings: fluff, love at first sight, maggie playing cupid, gorgeous kimi (obviously), brief mention of annoying men 🙄
word count: 3.2k | pt.2 ᰔ arvid version
a/n: i loved every single second of writing this 🤭 i really hope you all enjoy it too.
ଓ english is not my first language, be kind.
ALL YOU EVER WANTED was to rest your head on the counter and have a three-hour nap.
Your family’s flower shop is on a completely deserted street corner. Seriously, nobody ever passes by there. And when the bell above the glass door finally rings, signalling some sign of life, ninety per cent of the time the scene is the same: a man, his eyes fixed on his mobile screen, clearing his throat before asking for ‘anything red that looks expensive’. They never buy them out of affection. They buy out of guilt, after forgetting their wedding anniversary, or to avoid spending the night on the sofa. And, to make your mood even worse, they almost always complain about the price of the roses or spend the five minutes whilst you’re cutting the stems venting about how ‘women are far too complicated’.
You simply smile, tap the card machine, hand over the bouquet, and silently hope those women break up with their partners.
Then she appeared.
At first, she was just a passing figure after school hours. A little girl, no older than ten or eleven, clutching the straps of her heavy rucksack with both hands, slowing her pace until she came to a complete stop in front of the shop window. She'd stand there with her nose almost pressed against the glass, utterly mesmerised by the yellow tulips.
On the third day, she finally gathered the courage to push the door open. "Do they need lots of water?" Was the very first thing she asked, without even saying hello, pointing straight at the yellow tulips.
You couldn't help but smile. Patiently, you explained how much water they needed, how to keep the soil moist, and how much sunlight they liked.
The next day, she came back with more questions. The day after that, you decided to cut a particularly vibrant pink dahlia and held it out to her.
"A little gift for my most loyal customer of the week," you said.
The girl's eyes lit up so brightly that you thought she might actually jump with excitement.
From that moment on, your own little desert found its soundtrack.
Her name was Maggie.
Maggie was a force of nature — chatty, endlessly curious, and bursting with energy that never seemed to run out. Yet she was remarkably polite, with a level of manners you rarely saw in children her age these days. She looked you straight in the eye when she spoke, asked for the scientific name of every plant in the shop, and wanted to know why rose thorns grew the way they did.
Quickly, Maggie’s visits became the highlight of your day. Her parents, realising that their daughter had found a safe and wholesome refuge amongst the flowers and conversation, gave her permission to spend that sacred hour there after school. The arrangement worked perfectly: she would walk in, fill the shop with stories about her teachers, her lunch and her history essays, and at half past five sharp, a car would turn up to pick her up.
It wasn’t just any car. It was always a luxury sports model, a car far too posh, far too expensive for your circumstances — or for anyone you knew. The driver, the girl’s father, would simply give a gentle double-beep from the kerb; Maggie would give you a tight hug and rush to get into the back seat.
On a mild Tuesday afternoon, Maggie's stream of words was moving even faster than usual. She was perched on the tall stool beside the till, swinging her legs as she watched you arrange a bouquet of lilies.
"…and then mum said I couldn't have chocolate before dinner, but my brother secretly gave me a piece because he's the best, even though he can be a bit grumpy when he has to wake up early," Maggie rattled on, only pausing to take a breath. She rested her chin in her hands, staring at you with an almost comically serious expression as she studied your face.
You let out a quiet laugh, wiping the sap from your hands with a cloth.
"Thank you, Maggie. That's very kind of you."
"No, I'm serious. You look like a model," she insisted, with the peculiar certainty only she could have. Then, completely out of nowhere and as naturally as if she were asking about the weather, she leaned forwards.
"Do you want to date my big brother?"
You nearly dropped the bunch of lilies onto the floor. Your eyes widened, and you blinked a few times, trying to process what she'd just asked.
"What? No…?"
"Why not?" Maggie pressed, pouting in genuine confusion at your immediate rejection. "He'd think you were beautiful! And he's not dating anyone right now, so there's nothing stopping you from dating him. He's really nice, I promise."
You smiled awkwardly, shaking your head at your little friend's boldness.
"Maggie, sweetheart, I don't even know your brother. And I don't think people just start dating because someone's little sister decides to play cupid."
"But he's famous!" She argued, as though that were the final piece of evidence that settled the matter. "Everyone knows who he is. If you look him up online, there are loads of pictures of him wearing those weird racing clothes and holding trophies."
You simply shrugged, returning to tie a satin ribbon around the stems of the lilies. You'd heard her chatter before about her brother being a racing driver and famous, but you'd never paid much attention. You didn't watch motorsport, you didn't follow celebrity news, and since you didn't have social media, the name Kimi meant absolutely nothing to you.
Well…
Other than the fact that he was the older brother of this adorable girl.
"Famous or not, I don't really care about those things, Maggie," you said gently, a smile tugging at your lips. "Your brother probably has far too busy a life to be pushed towards the florist by his very chatty sister."
Maggie didn't look remotely convinced.
She hopped off the stool, adjusted her rucksack as the familiar, elegant horn of a luxury car echoed from outside the shop window. She walked to the door, but before pushing it open, she turned back to you with a mischievous, determined grin.
"Fine. Have it your way," Maggie sang, holding the handle. "But I'm going to introduce him to you anyway. One day I'll bring him here, and you'll see I was right! Bye!"
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Two weeks had passed, and you had almost forgotten the solemn promise Maggie had made at the shop door. After all, the days remained grey, the counter continued to accumulate dry leaves, and the customers were still the same men buying roses out of sheer guilt and complaining about the price.
Until that Thursday.
The clock struck exactly five o’clock in the afternoon when the bell above the door not only rang, but seemed to herald an event. Maggie came in first, practically skipping, her brown hair swinging and a grin from ear to ear that gave away the fact she was up to something.
"I told you I’d bring him!" She exclaimed, her childish voice echoing through the silent room.
Just behind her, the glass door was pushed open by a large hand with long fingers. A boy stepped into the flower shop, and when he looked in your direction, it felt as though the air had been sucked out of your lungs for a whole second.
You tried to remain professional, but the shock was inevitable. He really was handsome. His honey-coloured eyes mesmerised you. He was dressed simply, in a dark jacket and a plain t-shirt, but his bearing and the way he filled the room made it seem as though he belonged somewhere completely different from that plywood counter.
What you didn’t realise, however, was that the shock on the other side was exactly the same.
Kimi stopped a few steps away, his eyes fixed on you. For weeks, he'd had to listen to Maggie chatter nonstop over breakfast about "the perfect flower girl", who gave her dahlias as gifts and seemed to know everything about the world. He had expected to find a kind elderly woman or, at most, an ordinary girl. But seeing you standing there, surrounded by green leaves, with a few loose strands of hair falling out of place and a genuinely surprised expression, completely disarmed the driver. You were breathtakingly beautiful, with a natural, fresh beauty that felt completely removed from the world of appearances and plastic he was used to living in.
For a moment, silence filled the flower shop, broken only by Maggie's attentive, eager gaze as she looked back and forth between you and her brother, waiting for the magic to happen.
"Hi." Kimi broke the silence. "I'm Kimi, this little brat's older brother."
You let out a genuine laugh, immediately feeling your cheeks grow warm. To your own despair, you felt your heart jolt inside your chest, beating much faster than normal. You felt silly, like a teenage girl having a meltdown over a handsome guy, but his presence was far too magnetic to ignore.
"Nice to meet you, Kimi." You replied, stepping out from behind the counter to stand closer to them. "I'm ____. Your sister is adorable."
"I suppose she is." Kimi gave a small, relaxed smile.
The conversation flowed with a surprising ease for both of you. There was none of the irritating rush of the men in suits who usually came into the shop, nor any need to impress one another. While you talked about how Maggie had learnt to take care of tulips and how she had become the shop's most important customer, Kimi simply watched.
He was completely enchanted. Not only by your voice or your beauty, but by the way you moved through the space, with a gentleness and calmness that seemed to numb the exhaustion of his day. But what truly meant the most to Kimi — what genuinely warmed something inside his chest — was the way you treated Maggie. You looked at the little girl with genuine affection, answered all of her ridiculous questions without the slightest hint of condescension, and treated her like a real friend. In his world, where everyone either wanted a piece of his fame or only came close because they wanted something from him, seeing someone treat his little sister with such purity and devotion felt almost like a miracle.
Maggie, meanwhile, was on the verge of bursting with excitement. She folded her arms, narrowed her eyes at the two of you with a knowing smile, analysing every exchanged glance and every shy laugh. In her mind, Cupid's plan was working perfectly. You were going to fall in love — she was absolutely certain of it.
"Well," Kimi finally said, clearing his throat softly, although he clearly didn't want to end the conversation. He looked around at the buckets of flowers surrounding you. "Since we're here, I suppose I should buy something. I don't want to leave Maggie's favourite flower shop empty-handed."
"What were you thinking of getting?" You asked, walking over to the displays of fresh flowers.
"I'd like a really beautiful arrangement for my mum." He said, pointing towards a few classic flowers that matched the style he had in mind. "And…" He looked down, meeting his little sister's bright eyes. "…what would you recommend for my tiny co-driver?"
Maggie let out an excited squeal, wrapping her arms around Kimi's waist. You laughed at the sight, feeling that pleasant flutter in your stomach all over again.
"For Maggie, today it'll be yellow tulips… They suit her." You said, carefully picking the prettiest flowers from the bucket and trimming the stems to the perfect length.
You arranged the bouquets with practised skill, feeling Kimi's eyes burn into your hands as you tied the ribbon around them. When you handed over both bouquets — the elegant one for his mother and the tulips for the little girl. Kimi's fingers brushed against yours as he passed over his bank card. It was only a brief touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine.
Kimi didn't complain about the price. He paid with a grateful nod, slipped his wallet away, and looked straight into your eyes.
"Thank you for the flowers. And… for looking after her every day." He said, with a sincerity that made your heart skip another beat.
"You don't have to thank me. It's the best part of my day." You replied, and you weren't lying.
Kimi gave you another one of those crooked smiles, gently patted Maggie on the shoulder to signal it was time to leave, and walked towards the door. Maggie followed straight behind him, but before stepping outside, she turned back, pointed at her brother, then at you, before making an extremely obvious heart shape with her hands and winking. Kimi, slightly embarrassed, simply tugged her away by the back of her rucksack.
The door closed, and the sound of the luxury car's engine echoed outside as they drove away. You remained standing behind the counter for several long minutes, still holding the tea towel, wearing a hopelessly silly smile that simply refused to disappear.
The following days took on a completely different colour from the usual grey that surrounded your little corner of the street. Kimi kept showing up. Almost always at the same time, parking his luxury car outside. But unlike his father, he didn't simply honk the horn. He got out, pushed open the glass door, making the bell chime overhead, and stepped inside to tell his sister it was time to go home.
Later on, somewhere between conversations with the little girl, you eventually discovered why he had been around so often: formula one was on a short break in the racing calendar. That was why he was home, enjoying some time with his family before travelling the world again to race fast cars.
And it was on one of those mild afternoons that your routine changed completely.
"Please, please, pleeease!" Maggie begged, leaning over the counter with both hands clasped together, her wide brown eyes wearing the most perfectly calculated pleading expression an eleven-year-old could possibly manage. "It's just a trip to the shopping centre! Kimi will drive, we'll have some gelato, and you can help me choose my new trainers… Please!"
You glanced at the clock on the wall, then out at the empty street. The flower shop was completely dead, just as it usually was. You hesitated, looking over at Kimi, who was leaning against the tiled wall beside the ferns with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. He wasn't saying anything to pressure you, but there was an amused sparkle in those absurdly expressive eyes as he watched his little sister's performance.
"Maggie, I still need to close the shop, tidy the buckets…" you began, stumbling over your words as you desperately clung to your safe little bubble.
"I'll help carry the boxes if you promise you'll come." Kimi interrupted, his gentle voice carrying an almost teasing challenge, accompanied by a crooked smile.
Looking at Maggie's impossibly adorable face, your resistance crumbled completely. You let out a defeated sigh, laughing at your own lack of resolve.
"Alright. You win. I'll close early today."
Maggie's victorious squeal almost made the gerbera petals tremble.
The outing turned out to be surprisingly light-hearted, with nothing awkward or uncomfortable about it. At the shopping centre, you found yourself immersed in Maggie's pre-teen world. You spent well over an hour wandering from rack to rack through department stores, helping her put together outfits that were stylish but still appropriate for her age, and the three of you spent ages debating which pair of trainers was the perfect one — eventually settling on a beautiful pair that was colourful without being over the top, making Maggie practically strut through the shopping centre afterwards. Kimi walked just behind the two of you, carrying all the shopping bags without a single complaint, simply watching the dynamic between you with that attentive, genuinely warm look that kept making your stomach flutter.
After shopping, you all headed to a gelateria. Sitting by the window, sharing different flavours of gelato, conversation flowed effortlessly. Kimi laughed at Maggie's sarcastic comments about school, and every now and then he'd tease her just enough to make her stick her tongue out at him. More than once, you caught yourself watching his profile beneath the shopping centre lights, the way he seemed so relaxed away from the spotlight, and you still couldn't believe just how handsome he was.
The highlight of the day, however, came as you were walking towards the car park. Maggie stopped abruptly in front of a jewellery shop window, pointing excitedly through the glass.
"Look at that one!" She exclaimed, nearly pressing her nose against the display. It was a delicate necklace with a tiny butterfly pendant, its wings shimmering softly in a colour that shifted depending on how the light caught them. Maggie turned to you, completely enchanted. "It matches your eyes perfectly. Doesn't it, Kimi?"
Kimi stepped closer, narrowing his eyes to study the necklace in the display before shifting his gaze directly to your face. His stare lingered long enough to make your cheeks burn.
"It does." He agreed, his voice coming out a little quieter, never taking his eyes off yours. "We'll take it."
"No, honestly, you don't have to…" you began, instinctively taking a step backwards as your shyness took over.
But Kimi was already pushing open the jewellery shop door. It took a long time before you finally agreed. You argued that it was too expensive, that it was unnecessary, that you couldn't possibly accept such a gift, but the combined persistence of the two siblings proved impossible to resist. Maggie used every pout and promise of good behaviour she had, while Kimi simply handed his credit card to the shop assistant with infuriating calmness, saying only, "She's taking it." In the end, you gave in, holding the little gift bag with trembling hands and your heart beating in your throat.
Later that night, the silence of your bedroom felt like the perfect setting to process everything that had happened. You placed the bag on top of your chest of drawers, took a long shower, and changed into your pyjamas.
Before going to bed, your eyes drifted towards the little black jewellery box, now resting outside the bag. Carefully, you unclasped it and lifted the butterfly necklace out. Standing in front of your wardrobe mirror, you gathered your hair with one hand and, with some difficulty thanks to your returning nerves, fastened the clasp behind your neck.
The pendant settled just below your collarbone.
You let your hair fall back into place and simply stood there in silence, looking at your reflection beneath the soft glow of your bedside lamp. Your fingertips brushed the cool metal of the butterfly. Maggie had been right, and so had Kimi. The subtle shimmer of the butterfly's wings truly brought out the colour of your eyes in a way you'd never noticed before.
You smiled foolishly at your own reflection, your mind replaying the image of those honey-coloured eyes looking at you…
summary: you’re one of the worlds biggest celebrities staring in 2 of the biggest movies of the year and your long term boyfriend finds it hard to share you with your costar and the word
pairing: movie star!established relationship!reader x lando norris
fc & warnings: zendaya & none really,, just insecure/needy lando and the timelines of the premieres and the races don't align
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user1: NOOOO!!!!! NO Y/N/N AT LANDOSTAND?!?!?
yourbff: time for you to gallivant across the world!!!!
ynuser: yes yes yes!! time for the longest (and probably best) few months of my life!
yourbff: im so excited for you and selfishly cant wait to see both movies 🥰
ynuser: you're going to love them 😍
yourbff: well ofc i will! you are the maybe the best actress ever so
ynuser: girl stop 😭
user2: you guys are sickening (i love you both)
tomholland13: cuties
ynuser: thank you tommy
tomholland13: are you excited to be stuck with me again?
ynuser: of course i am
user3: ugh i need more y/n content. i can’t wait to see you hit the red carpet
lando: i love you too gorgeous. i’m going to miss you so much. i wish you didn’t have to go for so long
ynuser: i am going to miss YOU so much. heck i already do!!! i wish i didnt either and i wish you could come with me but we will be ok
lando: we will be! i just wish sometimes we could stop having to spend so much time apart and you would stop going away for so long
ynuser: lando...... thats not fair. both of us have our jobs. if it wasn't for racing you could come with me
lando: i know i know i know im sorry 😞
user4: look at those paws hes got mm mmm mmm
lnfour: wish you could be at silverstone. we miss you y/n/n!!!
ynuser: i'm gutted to miss landostand!! please send allll of the photos!! miss you tho bb
user12: when are you going to drop him for tom
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variety: y/n y/l/n and tom holland stun at the world premiere of the odyssey in london. you can always count on these two to bring the fashion! odyssey is everywhere in theaters on july 17th
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user3: jaw is on the FLOOOORRRR
yourbff: holy moly ynuser youre so effortlessly perfect 😍
ynuser: i can assure you a LOT of effort went into this
yourbff: shhhh baby shhhh just accept the compliment 😏
user1: i honestly think y/n is the most beautiful woman in the world
theodysseymovie: our athena and telemachus 😌
user34: they would make the absolute best couple
user12: no fr i ship so hard
user33: they are end game don't worry
user81: race car boy can't handle allat
lnfour: W O W
user12: noticing that ln4 admin is here but not lando lmfao
user4: lando is in the likes user12. not everything needs to be used to create drama esppeccccialllyyyyy bc this is even her post!
user8: oh we aboutta eat so good between this and spiderman
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ynuser: just another weekend in new york with your friendly neighborhood spiderman 🕸️
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user1: i dont think ive ever seen someone look so ethereal
lando: so beautiful. love you
ynuser: love you too 🧡🧡🧡
user33: i'm sorry lando but you might be losing her to mr holland
user4: user33 bruh can you guys leave ynlando alone? two people can be friends and COWORKERS without something more!!!!
user2: how do you manage to always 1 up yourself and always wear an even more perfect outfit at each new event
yourbff: W O W WWOWOWOWOWOOWOW MY BEST FRIEND IS SO PERFECT
ynuser: thank you babyyyyyyyy
user81: their chemistry is insane
tomholland13: 💛🕸️🥰
ynuser: 🕸️🙏🏻🤩
user12: marvel knew what they were doing with these two
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bustle: spiderman brand new day co-stars y/n /yl/n and tom holland head out to dinner after their new york city premiere. the two were seen leaving the theater and heading to y/n's favorite restaurant in midtown.
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user1: i need a close up of her outfit omg 😍
user2: everything about her is stunning!!!! im not even looking at that man 😔🙏🏻
user81: and the way they look more like a couple than her and lando is crazzzyyyyyyyyy
user12: and her hand on his arm???? like come on lando stand up this girl aint yours
user4: she has her hand on his arm because they're being swarmed by paparazzi and they're trying to safely navigate through it!!! two people can just be friends!!! i will defend landoy/n till my dying breath guys stop this madness
user33: i stan them so hard its not even FUNNYYYY
user5: shes so pretty its criminal
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lando let out a heavy sigh as he collapsed into one of the leather seats of the private jet, his backpack landing on the floor beside him with a thud. he leaned his head back against the headrest and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as the cabin door shut behind them. the last two race weekends had felt never ending but thankfully, belgium was over and he was one step closer to summer break. he should've been relieved to be heading home, if only for a moment, but all he could think about was how y/n was waking up in new york in a few hours without him.
across from lando, oscar watched in silence for a moment before shaking his head. "mate..." he started carefully, "what is your deal?"
"hm?" lando opened his eyes to find oscar sitting with his arms folded across his chest, giving him an unimpressed look.
"you've been acting weird for like... i don't know like weeks now," oscar said. "i know the car's been rubbish but i dont think this is just about the car."
lando let out a short laugh through his nose, "yeah, it is just the car."
oscar didn't even blink, "lando."
"it's the car."
"you're a terrible liar."
lando groaned dramatically, dropping his head forward into his hands, "i'm actually a brilliant liar."
"no," oscar replied. "you're brilliant at pretending everything's fine until you randomly become very outwardly miserable."
a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of lando's mouth, "i do not randomly become miserable."
"you absolutely do."
for a moment, neither of them spoke. the low hum of the engines filled the cabin as the jet taxied toward the runway and back toward monaco. oscar waited, he'd known lando long enough to know that if he stayed quiet, eventually the words would come. lando sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. "i just..." he rubbed a hand over his face, "i don't know."
oscar raised an eyebrow, "you don't know?"
"i miss y/n/n."
oscar's expression softened almost immediately, "well... yeah."
"i know everyone misses their partner when they're away," lando continued quickly, "that's not,,,, i. mean... that's not really it."
he reached into his pocket, unlocking his phone before immediately locking it again, "it's just..." lando's voice trailed off again as he thought about how to put words to what he was feeling and oscar watched as he fidgeted with the edge of his phone case. "i mean...have you seen all that stuff online?" lando asked quietly, searching his teammates face for a reaction.
"the tom stuff?"
lando gave a small nod, face falling completely, "i know it's stupid." oscar didn't answer, just waited for lando to continue, "I know they're just promoting their movies and i know he's nice guy and I know she'd never do anything...."
"so what's bothering you then?"
lando looked down at his hands again, "it feels like every time I open my phone, someone's telling her she'd be happier with him."
oscar didn't say anything but he'd seen exactly what lando was talking about.
"they're making edits of them together and so many of their interviews get turned into some headline about their chemistry and every picture that gets posted of them together with their arms around each other..." lando laughed bitterly. "apparently they're soulmates now and im just some poor loser sat at home while she is off living her life with her perfect partner, tom." he shook his head, willing the tears he felt brimming to not fall, "and I know people online don't actually know us or what we have. i know that."
"but?"
"but after seeing it a thousand times..." lando admitted, "...you start wondering if... if everyone else sees something you don't especially when you see things like this...." lando opened his phone which was already on the bustle insta post where you had your hand on tom's arm.
oscar frowned looking at the photo and back at his friend, "lando."
"i know how that sounds."
"it seems like you've been doomscrolling too much."
"i have been doomscrolling," lando nodded running a hand over his face again.
oscar couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him, "yeah, that's clear mate."
lando smiled weakly before looking out the window, "i just hate being this far away. she's doing premieres with him and filming new content with him every day and going to dinners with the him meanwhile i'm watching it all from hotel rooms and airports." he swallowed hard, "and then I feel guilty because she's living out her dream and I should just be happy for her."
"you are happy for her." oscar interjected, knowing how much his teammate cared for you.
"i am but i just wish i got to be there too."
oscar was quiet for a second before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "you know what I think?"
lando glanced up.
"i think you've spent too much time reading comments written by 16 year olds with marvel profile pictures."
that earned him a proper laugh.
"i'm serious," oscar continued. "you've met tom."
"yeah."
"did he seem like he was trying to steal your partner?"
"not really."
"has y/n ever given you an actual reason not to trust her?"
lando answered immediately, "no."
"so then this isn't about them because they are playing the characters they were contracted to play and smiling for the cameras just like how you drive the car your contracted to and do the media duties that are asked of you."
"...yeah."
oscar nodded, "and i get it."
lando looked up at him, surprised.
"i mean it," oscar said. "long distance sucks and i know that first hand. you're in a new country every week thats not the one she's in and it's really easy to let your brain fill in the gaps of whats happening when you're not there to see it for yourself." oscar pointed at lando's phone, "but stop feeding those insecurities. every edit you watch and every comment you read and every article you open... it's like you're basically asking the internet to make you feel worse."
another silence settled between them as lando tried to internalize what oscar was saying to him.
after a moment, oscar smiled, "you know what's actually funny?"
"what?"
"i've talked to her more these past few weeks than i think you have."
lando blinked, "...what? you've been talking to y/n/n?"
oscar shrugged, "she asked me if you were alright and has been asking me to keep tabs on you because you aren't talking to her like normal."
lando's brow furrowed, "what?"
oscar sighed, "she's worried about you mate."
the knot in lando's stomach tightened, "she is?"
oscar nodded, "lando..." he said softly. "she's missing you just as much as you're missing her and she has very much noticed that you're pulling away."
"i'm such a bloody idiot."
"no but if you mess this up with the love of your life because you're jealous of a man who we both know doesn't want to steal your girl and that more importantly,, your girl does not want then yea, you are a 'bloody idiot.'"
lando paused for a moment, "we have like a day before we have to be in hungary... reckon i should go to new york even though mclaren will kill me?"
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f1gossip: in a surprising turn of events.... lando norris?????? in new york city?? the man who was just in belgium and is supposed to be in hungary tomorrow morning was spotted with his beautiful girlfriend on the streets of the city that never sleeps. will lando make it to hungary media duties on time tomorrow? our guess is no
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user1: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
user3: oh mclaren are not going to be happy with this but boy AM I HAPPY about this
user4: lando said thats MY Y/N and DONT forget it
user5: dada spending his only free hours in nyc with his woman might be the hottest thing hes ever done
user6: no shot he makes it back on time , hes so lover boy im
user7: haters real silent on this post huh
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lando brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear as he lay beside you, his fingers lingering against your cheek for a moment before falling back onto the pillow. he'd been trying all evening to find the courage to tell you how he was feeling but every time he'd thought about bringing it up, he'd convinced himself it wasn't worth ruining the little time you had together since you'd only roughly 14 hours in total before he had to get right back on the plane and fly to hungary for his next race.
your eyes fluttered open as you shifted beneath the covers, readjusting your arm underneath your pillow. "what is it lan?" you asked softly, noticing the worried look on his face.
"i.." lando hesitated, "i wanted to talk to you about something."
your brow furrowed as you watched him sit himself up onto his elbow.
"okay..." you pushed yourself upright feeling anxiety bubble in your chest, "about what?"
lando sighed, "well... oscar told me you've noticed I've been acting a bit weird lately and i need to tell you why."
"lan, you're scaring me." you sat up properly now, crossing your legs beneath you fully facing him.
lando immediately shook his head. "no, I'm sorry. im not trying to scare you. I just..." he rubbed a hand over his face, "i think I'm just struggling a bit."
your expression softened, "with what?"
"everything," he gave a soft dejected laugh, "i've just been feeling like i'm missing a lot."
you stayed quiet waiting for him to continue.
"im missing things like your first day on set and all the months filming and all the amazing premieres and all the fittings for your perfect outfits..." he shook his head, "and I know that's just how it is. i know we're both busy and I knew what our lives were going to look like when we first got together because it's always been like this but knowing that doesn't make it easier." he let out another heavy sigh, "i've been watching everything through my phone and then I come here for 14 hours and suddenly I'm reminded of how much better my entire life is when i get to actually be with you."
your heart ached as you reached for his hand, "lando..."
"i've missed this." he gestured between the 2 of you, "just lying here and being able to touch you and getting to hear you laugh in the same room instead of through the phone." he swallowed, "and now I'm leaving again in a couple hours."
you squeezed his hand, "i know."
"and I hate that."
"me too."
"I don't want these couple hours to be over."
you smiled sadly, "neither do I."
lando looked down at your hands, "and i think all of these feelings have been festering and i think that's why I've been unable to handle all the stuff i'm seeing online."
"the stuff online?" you questioned though you had a pretty good idea of what he was talking about.
"i know what you and tom are doing and i know you're friends and i know you're acting just like you're supposed to but when you're already feeling like you're missing from someone's life, it's hard not to let that stuff get in your head."
you put a finger under lando's chin forcing him to loo up at you, "you don't have anything to worry about."
"i know."
"tom is my coworker and we've gotten close because we're spending basically every day together but that's it. he knows you and you know him and he's never once made any sort of pass at me and i wouldn't make one towards him either. sony asked us to be friendly at the premieres and in interviews because we're peter and mj not because we have anything outside of that."
lando nodded, "no i know. you are his mj and that is so important to so many people and i know it shouldn't get to me but i'm.... i'm jealous of how much he gets to see you."
"lando, you don't have to compete with him. he's seeing me a lot now but once we're done with press i'm not going to see him until the next spiderman and thats going to be a awhile."
"i'm not trying to compete with him."
you smiled gently, "i think you are a little but you don't have to compare to or compete with anyone including tom because absolutely no one will ever be you."
he looked at you as you continued to speak, "nobody there knows me the way you do. nobody knows what I look like when i first wake up or what my favorite thing to drink is when my tummy hurts or what my dreams look like for my future and nobody knows how I get when I'm stressed or what i do when I've had a bad day."
lando smiled faintly, "and nobody else has seen you eat an entire packet of biscuits in bed at 2 in the morning."
you laughed, "that was one time."
"it was not."
"ok, maybe twice."
he laughed quietly and you smiled. "my point is, everyone you're comparing yourself to are part of my WORK life but you are my life."
"you really mean that?" he asked in a much smaller voice than you were used to hearing from the usually confident world champion.
"of course I do." you moved closer to him until you were sitting in his lap. "i miss being at your races and seeing your family and spending time with you in monaco."
"you don't have to say all that."
"i'm serious." you ran your fingers through his hair as you rested your forehead on his. "i wish I could be at more of your races and i wish i could be there when you get out of the car after a bad quali and i wish I could sit in the garage and watch you win and i wish i could just be around for all the little things too but I can't always do that," you continued, "and you can't always be at my events so maybe we stop treating the time we can't have as something we're losing and start really trying to make the most of whatever we can get no matter how short."
lando smiled, "like 14 hours?"
"exactly."
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lnfour: he is going to flip when he sees you're here! i have his phone so he hasn't seen this heeheheh
ynuser: yayayay!! come get me from williams !!! rebe has been trying to help me hide but people are talking
lnfour: yeah im omw! oscar had to intercept lando from some photographers asking about you
ynuser: oh goodness ty oscar 😭
user1: HUNGARY PLEASEEEE I FEEL IT IN MY BONES
tomholland13: spending our day off well it seems! wish lando good luck for me x
ynuser: luckily paris isn't too far away from hungary!! i'll send him your best 🧡
user2: you are fking radiant
yourbff: need that top! need that bag! need the whole outfit! p.s. have fun surprising the little car man love you both 😘
ynuser: vintage chanel top is all yours BUT this lv is mine sorry babyyyyyy and omg he was so excited to see me he nearly passed out. the relief on his face almost brought me to tears
yourbff: oh thats so sweet im sick 🤢
user3: holy crap please say hungary our man needs you
oscarpiastri: thank god you're here
ynuser: i am so happy to be here! i almost forgot how fun race weekends are
oscarpiastri: they were more fun last year 😔
user4: pls pls pls pls be in hungary!!! last time you were there when he had pole he ended up winning. we need a win so bad
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ynuser: 14 hours in hungary to see my boy back on the top step where he belongs 🧡
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user1: hey y/n gonna need you at every race so we can go b2b
user4: Y E S!!! he's never lost when she was there and he was on pole!!! petition for y/n/n to be at every race 🙏🏻
lando: petition signed!
user4: ASLDMGANFGDFGM LNADO HI
lando: the best surprise. thank you for being here gorgeous
ynuser: no place id rather be my world champion 🧡
user4: user12 you been real quiet recently. anything to say here?
tomholland13: lets go lando!
lando: 🙏🏻🤩🕸️
lnfour: ln win was inevitable! thats our guy!
ynuser: thats our guy!!!!!!!
user5: will forever be my favorite couple
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a/n: likes and reblogs appreciated!!!!!! and yes do not worry im working on pt2 of goals as well
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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction
After Lando’s brother gets married, fans start to wonder when yn and Lando are going to get married since they’ve been together since they were 16. Turns out you’re just a private person.
Face claim: Madison beer
2015
Yn_ln my boyfriend won a race!!!! Love you forever ❤️❤️
lando_Norris I love you so much
Ciscanorris1 you guys are so cute ☺️
Sav young love 💕
2017
Lando_Norris Travelling with my girlfriend 🏝️😍😍
Yn_ln so much fun baby
Cisca_norris1 you guys are perfect 🤩
Sav Yn is my favourite
Lando_norris heyyy 😞
Oliver_Norris too cute
2019
10,000 likes
Lando_Norris Debuted F1 😎🤘🏻
Yn_ln I love you so much - so proud
Fan1 who is that girl?
User7 they’ve been together for 5 years, look on his page
Sav yay!
User2 so cool!!
2022
1 million and others liked
Yn_ln My favourite person got married! Congratulations 👏
Lando_norris looking beautiful baby
Sav_norris I love you so much!
Oliver_norris your turn next
Fan16 I can’t believe Yn and Lando haven’t gotten married yet
User7 I know right they’ve been together for 8 years
User33 yn looks so good
Carlos_sainz congrats!
2025
5 million and others liked
Yn_ln 2024 was a year ill never forget 💍🤍 @landonorris
User7 WHAT
Fan99 THIS IS AN INSANE PLOT TWIST
Lando_norris I’ll marry you again and again
Sav_norris hardest secret ever
Cisca_norris1 my darlings ❤️
Oscar_piastri a crazy night!
Carlos_sainz so much fun!!
User267 I knew they had to get married they’ve been together forever
2026
8 million and others liked
Lando_norris Surprise 🤣😉😅 best 3 year old ever
Yn_ln my two favourite people ever<33
User7 im not even surprised they keep everything private
summary: the paddock’s longest standing couple is the one that can’t help but stick to each other all the time and people wonder how there hasn’t been a baby yet
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carlossainz55 enjoying my time with the mrs
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user1 does this man ever get off of her? because like every photo i see they’re literally glued together
user2 nah fr! i’ve been in the fandom for 6 years now and i have never seen them apart except when carlos drives
yourusername second slide is so sexyyy baby i need you so bad
carlossainz55 what’s stopping you then mi amor?
yourusername james vowels (i don’t hate him but why did he have to take you away from me)
carlossainz55 don’t worry i’ll be home soon and then we can do everything and anything you want
yourusername okie baby 😘
user3 common aesthetic: opening your insta to see something and coming across carlos’ post where. he’s basically fucking yn in the first slide
user4 no because this is like the millionth time he’s posted a photo like and idk if it’s cute or concerning or both
lando second slide wowww i’m so jealous of yn why does she get to have all that
carlossainz55 muppet please not now
lando why not huh? it’s ok when charles does it but when i do it suddenly i’m the bad guy
carlossainz55 no one said you’re the bad guy-
charles_leclerc it’s because i’m better lando just face it
lando i have a championship just saying
charles_leclerc kys
yourusername it’s so funny to see you guys fighting over my man
user5 never a dull day in the f1 fandom like ever they’re all so umm special
charles_leclerc anyway as one of your better ex teammates i just wanted to say that you two look beautiful ❤️
carlossainz55 thank you charles that’s good to hear ❤️
yourusername i mean thank you and all but i’ve never seen grown men use sm red hearts
charles_leclerc it’s for ferrari
yourusername check your whatsapp i sent you a therapists number please refer
charles_leclerc thanks i actually really needed that
carlossainz55 *frog sipping tea*
user6 they’re so old money i love it!!
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yourusername winter break 🪩❄️🤍
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carlossainz55 i crave your presence right now, the warmth of your touch the softness of your kiss i miss all of it so much amor
yourusername me too! i miss being wrapped up in your arms… i hate being apart from you
carlossainz55 cannot wait to be back with you my love i will cherish every second
yourusername i love you carlitos
carlossainz55 i love you too
user1 i remember when they first started dating and everyone thought that the clingyness was like a honeymoon phase thing and now here we are after seven years and it’s still the same
user2 this or nothing fr
alexandrasaintmleux you know baby carlos is not the only one who misses you i miss you too
yourusername i miss you too lexa! i wish i was home and we could go grab luch or just go to the salon
alexandrasaintmleux i don’t have an f1 schedule binding me here i could actually fly to you if you were okay with that
yourusername really? i would love that yes please
user3 you know with how carlos never gets off of her i thought we’d already have a carlos jr jr
user4 i think we might because why is she not in monaco and why can’t she just fly to carlos? like i think she’s hiding something
user5 that’s exactly what i have been thinking as well!! and i mean they’re baby would look so so cuteeee
lando do you guys ever take a picture together where y’all are not fucking or eating each other’s faces?
yourusername jealousy is not a good thing lando norris
lando why are you full naming me? what did i even do
yourusername nothing i just like bothering you lando norris
lando poor carlos
carlossainz55 how could anyone be poor when they have a woman like yn by their side
lando so cheessy
yourusername soo sweetttt
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carlossainz55 beyond excited for what the future holds
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yourusername glad to have you be the one with who i’ll be exploring this beautiful adventure my love
carlossainz55 forever greatful that you’re giving me the chance to become a father
yourusername knew you were the one since the day i met you
carlossainz55 same mi amor same
user1 OMG?!?! on a random wedneday?!? carlos you can’t just do that to me
user2 the gasp i gusped when i opened instagram made my family concerned for me
lando i hate how you guys told me and then told me not to tell anyone like you have no idea how relieved i am
carlossainz55 that’s beacuse we trust you muppet we know you would never do that to us
yourusername as much as i hate to admit it i do actually trust you
lando aww that’s so sweet
yourusername don’t let it get to your head papaya boy
lando suree
carlossainz55 you both are crazy
user3 holy shit!! i cannot believe it i was just talking about it and now it’s real
user4 you have no idea how i just screamed like i was right?!?!?! and also carlos is gonna be a father i don’t know how to feel omg
maxverstappen1 welcome to the club
carlossainz55 thank you max
user5 my 2015 toro rosso rookies are both dads now i’m not okay
charles_leclerc congratulations guys! i’m so happy for you and totally ready to be the favourite uncle
yourusername thank youu
carlossainz55 thank you so much charles
lando you? favourite uncle? in your dreams horsy boy that title belongs to me
charles_leclerc just like go away please
yourusername you guys are beefing like reality tv contestants it’s so entertaining
carlossainz55 mhm anyways this is about us so take the fight somewhere else
alexandrasaintmleux ❤️❤️
yourusername 💗💗
user6 my favourite pair is having a baby i’m so happy for them