she/her. little miss can't choose between ferrari and mclaren. OP81 CL16 LN4 OB87>>>. future wag. hopeless romantic. lost in daydreams. stars, rain and music lover. obsessed with pretty pictures and the ocean. i try to be funny.
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2024 ยฉ thepitlanepress | please do not steal, use, translate or repost any of my works
โ :: a/n: coming out of the aus gp with no will to live and an idea for a fic is probably the worst thing ever but here we are...
oscar was devastated.
you knew it, from the moment he spun out of the race, you knew he was crushed. his words on the radio were filled with so much sadness and you had to fight the urge to run out of the garage and hug him as soon as he finished.
you could see it in the way he got out of the car, you could see it in the way he held himself during interviews, you could see it in the way he was walking.
you had always been able to read oscar like a book, and it was moments like these when you were grateful you were so fluent in him. because you can see his hurt and the disappointment coursing through him. he puts on a brave face that falters every so often and fans catch onto that but you can see past it.
it crushes your soul when you watch the post race interview through a screen tucked away in a corner of his drivers room. you so badly want to comfort him, to assure him everything will be okay.
when he does walk through the door, he's quiet and hard cleaning up his things and ignoring you, sitting down and just resting there in silence. you don't take it personally though, and wait for him to let you in.
after about half an hour of quiet he shuffles over and offers you his hand, you take it, instantly offering support in whatever way you can, gently rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.
you sit like that for a long while you playing gently with his hand while he holds onto your tightly, staying in the private bubble of his drivers room, politely declining all of the people who stop by trying to talk to him.
and eventually when its time to go home, he stands in silence, still gripping your hand as if its the only thing tethering him to earth. you walk out of the paddock together ignoring the reporters and cameras shoved in your faces with you leading the way back to your car.
he's silent all the way back home, not saying anything but still holding onto your hand. its the only thing that tells you that he's still here with you- that he still wants you with him.
you walk into the apartment together, dropping your bags on the kitchen counter and watching as he lets go of your hand and makes his way into the bedroom, you hear shuffling for a bit and then the shower starts running.
deciding to keep yourself busy while he's in there you walk over to the couch and flick through some of his favourite shows, settling on one and pressing pause as you wait for him to emerge from the shower.
oscar's soft footsteps announce his arrival and when you look up you can see the last cracks in his amor shatter. he collapses into your arms sobbing violently, his body wracked with tremors as he loses his composure.
your arms instantly come around him wrapping him and a fierce hug and rubbing his back trying to soothe him in anyway you can.
his tears break your heart clean open and he tightly wraps his arms around you, refusing to let go. you gently run your hands through his hand pressing kisses to his head and whispering soft assurances in his ear.
"its my fault," he says through cries. "i fucked over the win."
"shhh," you whisper into his hair. "it's okay, its okay, its okay."
"i could've won. i could've won and i fucked myself over. i'm so worthless, whats the point if i can't even keep myself from spinning out?"
"you listen to me oscar piastri," you say your voice soft but fierce. "you are not worthless, and it was not your fault, it was the weather the track was wet you hit the gravel and you accidentally spun out. you are so talented. you wouldn't be here if you weren't."
"i should've anticipated the wet track though, i should've been better," he says into your lap.
"you forget how amazing you are baby," you say quietly pressing another kiss to his head and playing with his hair, "you are so extremely talented, i wish you could see that."
you fall back into silence after that, the only sound filling the apartment is oscar's quiet sobs and your murmurs as you calm him down.
soon he stops crying his body no longer shaking with sobs and tears no longer falling down his face. he still has a death grip on you and he nestles in closer to you, sighing softly when he registers your hands running though his hair.
you stay together like that for half of the night. and no matter how many nights over time that end up like this - not that you hoped these types of days happened ever again - you would stick by oscar's side.
for all the times he felt crushed, you would be there to build him back up, you would be there for the days he felt like shit, you would be there for all of it.
especially when he won.
because oscar was worth it.
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โ :: summary: not once has lando mentioned a girlfriend... let alone a WIFE so when they hard launch online people go crazy
โ :: a/n: a smauu while i get back into my writing swing !
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yourusername pssst i have a secret to share soon
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user1 i am SOOO EXCITED AHHH
user2 y/n and alex are literally the most stunning people on earth
user3 y/n is like an unofficial wag lmao all the drivers love her so much
alexandrasaintmleux soo prettyyy
yourbestfriend screaming crying throwing up please telllll
yourusername hehehe
user4 guys am i delusional i want her to be with a driver so bad :(
user5 you are 100% delusional i fear (me too)
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lando ready for race week again (austin version)
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user1 im SO READY
user2 manifesting a lando win
mclaren yehawww!
user3 oh okay mclaren
lnfour ready for the pop up !!!!
user4 its race week and my bae y/n has an announcement too ahhhh this is going to be a good week !
oscarpiastri you're smiling too much lando what are you hiding
lando hmmmm
user6 IM SORRY????
yourusername honey.
user7 HONEY???? WDYM BY HONEY???
user8 GUYS?????????
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yourusername save a horse ride a cowboy or whatever the song said
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lando well hey there you
yourusername hey you...
oscarpiastri you guys make me sick
oscarpiastri FINALLY
mclaren congrats you two ๐งก๐งก
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yourbestfriend now the rest.....?
yourusername mmmm....
lando LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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lando life is better with you shnookums
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yourusername shnookums?!?!?!
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lando ily too
user1 y/n's post being horny yet sophisticated and lando's being just a dump of her is so on brand i cant explain it
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user2 manifesting a lando dump from y/n
yourusername i can fix that ๐คญ๐คญ
oscarpiastri will this make you less insufferable?
lando no
carlossainz55 congratsss you two for FINALLY announcing it
mclaren best couple alert !?!
oscarpiastri wtf????
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yourusername as promised: a lando dump (also i have another secret for you soon)
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user4 WHAT DO U MEAN BY THAT???
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yourusername happy one year to my love my best friend and my everything ! this has been the bestest year of my life with you, the joy and laughter (and secret keeping) with you are some of my favourite memories. i love you so very much words cant express it ever !! heres to many many more years of us โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
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lando love you more than anything โค๏ธ
yourusername even cars...?
lando .........
lando THATS MY WIFE GUYS
charles_leclerc do you know how hard this has been to stay quiet for a whole year
oscarpiastri FINALLY able to talk about how gross you two are
lando shut up
oscarpiastri congrats though
yourbestfriend insane pipeline right here guys, announce a surprise โ> announce you're together โ> less than a month later announce you've been married for a year wild work
mclaren happy anniversary !
alexandrasaintmleux im so happy for you gorgeous girll โค๏ธ
lilymhe ahhhhh!!!!
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lando upgraded from fiance to husband about a year ago...
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โ :: a/n: a soulmate au bc i was feeling like it today (this isnt proofread btw sorry for any mistakes!!) also possible new series??
soulmates were stupid.
you had decided that on your 18th birthday when your so called best friend had upstaged you by announcing she had met her soulmate, then proceeding to spend the next six hours talking about him. it was safe to say you were no longer friends.
it was rather ironic though, a popstar who sings love ballads, but still hasn't met her own soulmate. the stars on the inside of your wrist a pitch black instead of gold like everyone else around you. gold is for people who have found their person.
so you decided to fuck that rule and made your entire brand gold. if the only way you could be associated with the colour was through a soulmate you were going to change it.
it was a random tuesday when you got the text from your manager: an f1 team was inviting celebrities to their garage for silverstone and you were chosen as one.
you were given little to no choice in the decision considering you were already in england for the final leg of your tour and weren't leaving for new york for another month. your last show was tonight and the race was in a week, your manager had promised a full week of doing nothing between your show and the race.
that was what eventually swayed you.
the promise of nothing, it was too tempting.
so you agreed.
f1 wasnt a new thing to you, your dad had gotten up at absurd hours of the night to watch races when you were a kid, sometimes you joined him marvelling at the cars and drivers. most of the time you just fell back asleep. now, you didnt really know any of the drivers or newer rules, you simply knew the basics.
what was new to you was the paddock though. all the races you watched through a screen really didnt prepare you for the actually paddock. especially walking into the paddock with redbull employees directing you, through the crowd of fans and journalists excited to see who was getting special treatment.
you arrived at redbull hospitality and were instantly greeted by another employee - this one much ruder - who instantly picked up your wrist to check if your stars had turned gold.
"you haven't met your soulmate yet?" there was genuine confusion in her voice.
"I have not," you say pulling your wrist away quickly. "Why does that matter?"
"i went to your concert last week and i was wondering why you had gold and black star confetti." she states as if that answers your question. "now it makes sense, the black is for the people who haven't found their gold yet." the awe in her voice was concerning, and why was she calling it peoples gold? did the word soulmate stop being useful?
"bianca, get away from her," an older looking gentleman steps in and ushers the employee away apologising for her behaviour and promising to talk to her about not doing that again.
"allow me to show you around," he says quickly moving on and showing you around the building, eventually you make it to the garage receiving a short tour of that as well, meeting the team principal and the second driver yuki.
the employee drifts off a few minutes through the conversation and when its clearly time for you to exit the garage he's no where in sight. no wonder they need a celebrity appearance right now, this place is a wreck.
you ask the first mechanic you see about an exit and directions to the garage hospitality, trying not to get in the way of anyone. he rolls his eyes but answers your questions sending you on your way before you have a chance to even think.
you're halfway down the hallway when you collide with someone, falling flat on your ass (its at this point you're very grateful for the lack of cameras in this spot).
the person who ran into you looks down at you with annoyance sighing, "watch where you're going next time, or don't bother coming back to redbull."
"excuse me?" you say indignant getting up and eyeing the dick up and down. "who do you think you are?"
"someone who can get you fired," his voice is sharp and he checks his wrist - and realises he's not wearing a watch, trying to subtly put his arm back down.
"for the record you ran into me," you snap back brushing the dust off your skirt. taking his appearance in properly; race suit, one of those weird waterbottles, and a helmet... ah shit.
the first driver.
"for the record you are holding me up, and in case you don't know i am a pretty important part of this race." the driver brushes past you still pissed.
"asshole," you mutter making your way to the hospitality taking a seat and putting the provided headphones on, watching the start. you missed the feeling of watching a race, the excitement of overtakes and pitstops.
the happiness stops when on lap forty, two drivers clash, one tried overtaking at the wrong time, if it was executed correctly, the overtake would've been spectacular, but he misjudged and sent them both into the wall.
"max verstappen and alex albon are out of the silvestone grand prix!" a voice booms through the headset you were wearing. "what a shocking turn of events today."
so max is the asshole from earlier. noted.
โ
the rest of the race continued on as normal, ferrari managed to pull off a 2,3 finish behind a mclaren, your attention was only slightly (extremely) piqued during the post race interviews when max out right blamed you for his crash.
"yeah i had run into someone โ literallyโ" he jokes with the interviewer. "right before the beginning of the race, it really threw my concentration for some reason, i don't know. i've learnt from my mistakes though, thats for sure," he smirks, looking directly at you- the camera and then quickly to the interviewer behind the camera, as if he wasn't being the biggest dick ever.
well ex-fucking-cuse you??
this was the last time you ever came to a race with redbull, even ferrari depression was better than this.
rightly pissed off, you leave the hospitality with a forced smile and thoughts of your bed awaiting you back at the hotel, still making sure to thank everyone.
its only when you enter the hotel's lobby with your manager beside you do you see him. apparently the asshole has the same hotel taste as you.
you wave politely at the receptionist and say goodbye to your manager and enter the elevator sighing in relief which is extremely short lived.
max enters the elevator, looking at you with a stormy expression. you can't help but let your eyes drift to his wrist, to the stars that are golden and feel that unbidden jealousy that appears everytime you see those marks.
soulmates are stupid.
"well? don't you have something to say to me?" max's voice cuts the silence.
"what?"
"apologising for running into me."
"i am not doing that because you ran into me."
"as long as you're happy with the knowledge its your fault."
"excuse me? seriously what is your problem dude?" you say indignant. "did your mother not tuck you into bed last night or something?"
"something like that," he smirks. the elevator slows and you scrunch your nose at him.
"i seriously hope you don't mean that."
an elderly ladie hops into the elevator with her walker squishing you and max closer together than you would like to be.
awkward silence descends over the elevator as the lady looks at you and max the entire time to her floor. her eyes are weirdly piercing and it makes you uncomfortable. old people have been given too much freedom.
"you two make a lovely couple," she says when the elevator stops. which leads to you both profusely denying it and putting as much space as possible between each other as she slowly exits. "so the stars on your wrists? maybe i'm just getting old and losing my touch with this sort of thing." she waves happily as the doors and neither of you move until you reach your floor and bolt out of the elevator leaving max behind. you're pretty sure you hear him muttering in dutch.
you don't stop until you're in your room. not daring to look down just yet.
please please please no.
not now. not today.
you look down and just great.
the stars on your wrist are no longer black, instead they're a shining gold. there is a sinking feeling in your gut and you can only pray that they didn't change colours when you were with max. imagine being soulmates with him... fuck no.
โ :: a/n: home to another one came on as i was listening to music and the overwhelming urge to write a fuckass fic overtook me. (its based on vibes guys) ALSO??? FIRST CHARLES FIC!!! warning not proofread lol
you didn't cry when charles won in monaco. you cheered, smiling loudly and proudly, your support swallowed along with the rest of the crowd's.
you could see his pure joy from where you stood. watching, as he leapt out of his car, and ran over to his team. you had smiled and clapped, beaming for him when he stood atop the podium, your pride leaking from you everywhere.
that bright, bright smile only faded slightly when he ran over to alexandra and hugged her tightly. he whispered in her ear and she broke out in laughter and you had to push down the twinge of your jealousy. because that wasn't you. you were sitting up in a grandstand, watching through a screen. a fan in the crowd, just... another ferrari supporter.
you weren't the girl charles worshipped at night, the girl he reverently looked at in the low lights of a restaurant, the girl he whispered forgotten tomorrows to. you were simply washed away in the crowd, no one could've have picked you out, a mere fan. a fan, is all you were in that moment.
hell, you had been sitting next to a full grown man who was crying like it was him who just crossed the line. how could anyone tell that you knew charles better than they did. that you knew his exact schedule, that you knew he was cheating, which you knew was wrong, but he was cheating with you. that had to mean something right? you had to mean something.
you hated yourself most days for allowing it to go so far, it was only supposed to be a friendship, friends that was it. but then he started spending more time with you, and when you asked about alex, he would brush it off and say she didn't have to know.
you knew it was wrong when he first kissed you, but some twisted part of you enjoyed it because someone was choosing you.
what started as a simple few nights a month started to become more heated, every week, every few days, whenever either of you had a free moment. and you revelled in the secrecy, it was your secret. just you and him. and you would build a fragile bubble around yourself that would be shattered every time charles had to walk out to go home to alex.
you had deluded yourself into thinking you were his first choice, that he would for some reason, choose you over her when it all came to shit.
he never would.
he would go home to alex, he would choose her.
you should've broken it off that day, sent a quick i cant do this anymore text and blocked his number. but he was high off the win and you didn't want to bring him down.
that was your first mistake.
now, you sit in the grandstand watching another race fly past in the new season - charles had flown you out for this one - your ferrari shirt hanging loosely on your torso as you cheer when he crosses the line in 3rd.
he smile is contagious and you can't help but blush when he winks directly into the camera during the podium.
tonight he was all yours.
"you did amazing today," you murmur later on, as he enters your hotel roomโ in the same building as his, so there was no suspicion.
he grins at you and places a kiss on your forehead before heading to the bathroom to shower. "thank you cheri," he calls back, his tone warm and open.
you liked these moments, they made you forget about the relationship that you're knowingly ruining. you like to blame your stupid feelings, that they continue to rule you, when you decide to break things off, they would convince you to stop, you'd never find anything better than the scraps you were being given now right?
that love was going to ruin what you and charles had, so don't fall. yet the tidal wave of it didn't stop. you were washed away, falling for a man you could never truely have, because in no world would charles ever break up with alex.
he would always go home to her, and you would be left with the cold bed and a slightly broken heart.
which is why you had mentally finally stood up. got a hold of yourself. realised that whatever the fuck you were doing needs to stop, because if you don't end it now, its only going to be a shit ton worse when he eventually ends it. because he will.
this was the last time you told yourself, the last time you would ever see him like this, be with him like this. from today onwards you were strangers. you did the right thing, you saved yourself from the impending shit storm.
that was the easy part - you telling yourself that. the hard part was still to come: actually telling him what you did.
charles emerges from the shower then, barefoot and waist wrapped only in a towel, promising to get changed and he'll be right out, you do the hardest thing you think you've ever done.
you call out to him while standing up heading to the door. "charles we have to talk."
"i'll be right there!" he answers back shuffling around in the room.
"what did you want to talk about mon cheri..." he says, stopping dead when he walks into the room.
he stares at you, shock, guilt, confusion, every emotion clouding his face. then he slowly looks over to alexandra, sitting next to you on the couch, a seemingly innocent smile on her face.
"hello charles," she says, tilting her head slightly. "i've just met your good friend y/n here, it seems we have a lot in common." she looks over at you, anger and gratitude swirling in her eyes, before turning back to charles. "you."
the backtracking started then;
it was a one time thing, i promise.
it's been going on for over a year charles.
nothing bad happened.
you have been sleeping with another woman charles.
y/n tell her!
she already has, and if i wasn't extremely furious at you, i would be pissed at her too.
you have to believe me.
i don't.
for most of the night you sat there, shame covering you like a dark cloud as charles and alex argued. charles trying to ask for forgiveness and alex refusing.
what had you been thinking?
you were right in the end as well, because charles hasn't uttered a single word to you since alex arrived. all his focus has been on her.
you had made the right decision.
you had made the right decision.
you had made the right decision, right?
no matter how much you wanted to curl up and cry. not even when alex turned some of her heat on you, angered, yes, but also thankful you told her.
the anger mostly won out. you deserved it.
it was a wake up call you needed, though. so you did what you were told, you collected your stuff, picked up your shattered heart and walked out the door to find a different hotel that you could afford this late at night.
it was the right thing.
your feelings don't matter right now, because its your fault too.
"you alright there?" a english accent greets your ears as you make your way down the hallway toward the elevator, tears quietly streaming down your face.
you huff out an unconvincing laugh, "its been a night," you say looking up and seeing none other than lando norris, outside his room door.
"i'll say, you certainly look it," he says his brows furrowing. "everything okay?"
for some reason, this simple act of asking you caused floodgates to open literally and figuratively. a fresh new batch of tears fell, and so did the words, "i'm a fucking awful person." then the entire story of you and charles. in a hotel hallway. to lando norris. six doors down from charles and alex.
lando being the considerate person he is, quickly jumps to comfort you, wrapping you in a hug and trying to calm you down. "why don't you get some sleep before you go telling anymore people about your entire life story," he chuckles. "its late, what floor is your room on? i'll walk you there."
"i dont have one. well i did but i guess i can't go back there. i was going to go look for one just now."
"its too late for that," lando says, shaking his head. "i'll get you one, the hotel owes me a favour from last year anyway."
so thats how you end up in a room a floor above, watching the city lights flicker in the night as you try and piece your heart back together.
you knew it would end this way, and its your own fault.
but your stupid, stupid heart had convinced you otherwise. what had you expected other than this?
in the morning, when you wake up, you'll thank lando for his unexpected kindness, you'll fly home and reevaluate your life, your choices. maybe leave monaco for a while, travel, move on. forget about charles leclerc and hope that one day alex can forgive you (you're doubtful about that).
move on. you'll move on.
because no matter how many times you think otherwise, charles will always go home to another one.
2025 ยฉ thepitlanepress | please do not steal, use, translate or repost any of my works
โ :: a/n: i need a you came you called moment in my life like excuse me why hasn't it happened yet??? there is a time skip (unspecified) between each one btw. also sorry if the writing stlye lowkey changes between parts i wrote in my spare time so they were like days or weeks apart and the style changed (did i lowkey forget how to write???)
[ i ]
the first time he came you thought nothing of it.
you were distressed obviously and had accidentally sent a text to the person whos number you were given in a youโre-my-sister-i-kinda-have-to-in-case-something-goes-wrong way, instead of to your best friend.
you had put the phone half down then, and tried to ignore the gross man near you, making eyes and weird ass gestures at you.
the music in the club was loud and blaring, almost loud enough to distract you, but not quiet. the only slight relief was that people were often coming up to the bar between you and the creep, offering a small respite every few minutes.
when the man finally decided to continue his douche-baggery and starts to make his was over to you, you start to contemplate the very real possibility of shoving your drink in his face and then kicking his sacred area. youโve done it once before- it failed spectacularly, somehow you ended up on the floor and covered in cocktail.
just as the man reaches you an arm slips around your waist and a voice murmurs in your ear โits me, donโt freak out.โ before turning his attention to the man and asking with a cold harsh tone
โwhat do you want?โ
โi was just tryna have a talk with this pretty girl,โ the man slurs looking at you.
โwell youโre not.โ
โdude chill its not like im doing anything wrong,โ the guy laughs- he laughs. ugh men right?
โget your eyes off her,โ landoโs voice is cold and his arm wraps tighter around you, pulling you back.
โand what will you do if i dont?โ the fucker taunts.
โone word from me, and youโre banned for life from here, and youโll more than likely spend the night in a jail cell. i think i have a pretty good idea of what will happen.โ lando stares at him hard and unwavering. at the threat of jail the man backs off cowering like the little man he is.
โnow piss off before i do just that.โ
only when heโs fully out of sight does lando let go of your waist, and whisper in your ear, "are you okay?" when you respond with a nod he gently grabs your arm and starts leading you through the crowd to his car parked out front.
โhop in,โ he says softly, holding the door and waiting until you're buckled in before stepping round to the driverโs side.
โyou came?โ is all you manage to say surprised fact its him helping you.
"you texted me," lando answers nodding his head to your phone. its then that you realiseyou texted the wrong person and instead go quiet and thank him, ignoring the disappointment churning in your gut.
but what were you expecting? its lando norris for gods sake, he doesnโt care about you- youโre merely his best friends little sister. and you accidentally texted him so it he felt obligated. it doesnโt matter that you have a small crush on him, heโll never see you for more than maxโs baby sister.
โbesides youโre maxโs sister, of course i came.โ
point and case.
[ ii ]
after the first incident you had made sure you always went out with someone else, most cases it was your best friend or new boyfriend chase, some it was max and he avoided you, keeping an eye on you sure, but staying with his own friends. and that one random time you ended up with a bachelorette party and got called cindy the entire night.
now you're out with your boyfriend, going to dinner in your favorite restaurant. you're all dressed up and smiling widely as dinner is served. chase sits across from you, a nervous smile plastered on his face, he's fidgeting a lot tonight.
you think it maybe nerves, about what you're not sure, you've only been dating for a few months.
you noticed the fidgeting, and chase's nervous glances, what you didn't notice is a few tables away behind you sat lando, watching your two with interest.
"so y/n i brought you out tonight, to talk to you," chase says looking at you seriously.
"yes?" you smile, becoming nervous yourself.
"...i... i can't do this anymore."
what? your smile drops and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks, anger? embarrassment? you like the first option better.
"what? what do you mean?"
"i mean i met someone else, an i wanted to do this the right way, no cheating or anything i would hate to do that to you, so im breaking it off now before im tempted."
"what? why?" tears start to brim in your eyes. sure its only been like four months but you had really started to like chase.
"i'm sorry y/n, i really am."
"then why would you bring me out to this restaurant, why would you bring me out in public?" you try to keep your emotions in check but its not working well.
"i thought maybe the restaurant could cheer you up? i don't know, i'm sorry."
the anger takes over then and hot angry tears roll down your face, "oh my god i can't believe you," you glare at him before getting up and storming out, leaving chase behind.
you had been sitting on the curb of the sidewalk for approximately one minute when someone appeared beside you. you were about to tell them to fuck off and let you cry in peace before you heard his voice and actually looked beside you.
"are you okay?" lando's eyes are concerned and looking right at you.
"what are you doing here?" you ask in shock at lando standing in a suit standing above you.
"i was in the restaurant and saw everything, and wanted to check on you."
"so you came out here? with me?"
"you looked like you could've used some company," he shrugs and asks again, "are you okay?"
"i've been better," you joke trying to stop yourself from ugly crying - if lando hadn't already had a bad impression of you by now, this would've done it for sure - you sniffle slightly and shiver only just realising how cold the night is.
"here," lando says, placing his jacket over your shoulders and placing an arm around you to try and keep you warm. it smells like him.
"ugh," you groan, dropping your head in your arms. "what's wrong with me? why can't i stop crying? i can't be seriously crying over chase right now right? the asshole who just dumped me in the busiest restaurant in this whole city?"
"chase is a dickhead." you look up to see lando rolling his eyes. "the coward did it in public so you didn't "over-react" and yell at him."
"ugh you're joking right? i can't believe i even dated him, my friends were all like 'it'll be great! he's so cute! you're such a power couple'" you sigh and drop your head again, this time onto lando's shoulder. "what a bunch of bullshit that was."
"with all due respect, if you're friends were pressuring you to go our with him i think you need to find better friends."
"yeah like who? where can find them? is there a store nearby or something?"
"i could be your friend," lando offers quickly - as if he was nervous.
"what?" you ask, picking your head up again. "why would you want to be my friend? you're max's not mine."
"because you're a nice, decent person who makes me laugh? and since when does max own me? i can still be your friend too."
"when have i ever made you laugh lando?" you deadpan, ignoring the second half of his sentence.
"okay laugh in secret. i can't have you know that you're actually funny."
"you're admitting it now."
"touche," lando grins.
a smile creeps onto your face as well, given the night's events you weren't expecting it, and a wave of gratitude washed over you. "thank you lan," you say smiling softly. "thanks for coming to find me."
"anytime shortcake."
"and you ruined it."
[ iii ]
lando woke in the middle of the night, his eyes bleary and heavy as he fumbles around for the phone that woke him up.
he blindly finds it and fights to open his eyes with the bright screen blaring in his face. "hello?" he croaks answering trying to wake up.
"landooooooo," you giggle on the end of the phone. "what are youu doingg?"
"i was sleeping," he groans rubbing his forehead.
"oh whoopsie," you hum.
it goes silent for a few moments before lando clears his throat and asks, "are you drunk?"
"noooo," you whisper conspiratorially.
"you are, do you need me to come get you?"
"no i'm good," you say brightly, there's a slight shuffle on the end of the line and lando hears you stumble and then the phone drops. he sits up in bed instantly, "y/n? are you okay? y/n?"
"lando!" you squeal when you pick the phone up. "why are you calling? is it because you miss me? you promised you would be my friend remememmember? that was aaagggees ago now wasn't it?"
"yes it was y/n," lando chuckles. "and i did become your friend remember? we played golf together yesterday."
"oh thats right, you looked yummy yesterday," you murmur probably forgetting lando. meanwhile he's trying not to die because what did you say?
"i mean can you believe it? i was playing golf with lando norris, i sucked but he didn't-" by now you're just talking to yourself and lando is just quietly listening to your mumbling. "he was so pretty in the afternoon sun tooooo, but no y/n, no, he's max's friend you can't have a crush on him, oh shhh the phones still on." more sounds come through the phone and now lando can hear running water- which when it comes to you is never a good sign. even worse when you're drunk.
lando sits up straight, "y/n? do you need me to come get you?"
"no noo, just go back to- woah!" you scream and the phone thuds to the ground.
"y/n? Y/N? are you okay? shit,โ lando says launching out of bed and racing around to find a hoodie and his car keys before he looks at his phone and thanks god when he see's you're sharing your location, "please be okay y/n."
was there speeding involved when he was driving? possibly. does he care? no. when he arrives at your location he rips out of the car and bolts into the park and swearing when he sees you floating in a fountain, your legs at an awkward angle over the edge.
โy/n!โ lando cries out rushing over to you. โy/n are you okay?โ he says pulling you up from the fountain, your soft giggles the only sound in the crisp night.
"are you insane, love? you could freeze to death, c'mon lets get you in the car and warmed up," he says gently helping you out of the fountain and over to the car where he has spare sweats and a towel in the backseat.
he somehow manages to keep you still enough to dry the top half of you off and put his hoodie over you, before methodically drying your legs off. "this smells like youuu," you hum snuggling into the soft fabric.
"because it's mine, silly," lando chuckles when you gasp and act shocked trying to move a little to much and causing him to have a firmer grip on your lower leg.
"i like this hoodie, lando norris."
"it likes you too, y/n."
"i like the smell, lando norris. i like the colour. i like lando norris." you start to hum to yourself, most likely forgetting that lando was before you.
"yeah... i thinks thats right... i like lando norris," you giggle and hiccup, shock colouring your face when you feel him slip you into the pants he was previously holding, still completely unaware to the way lando froze and stared up at you.
"hello mr norris," you loudly whisper, booping him on the nose playfully. "im y/n."
"hello mrs norris," he whispers back winking, and booping you too. "i'm lando."
he helps you get into the car and drives back through the city to get to his apartment. your eyes fluttering shut ever so often, you're so very clearly tired.
"thanks for coming to get me," you say in what seems like a moment of sobriety, your tired, drunk voice makes lando smile widely in the dark, only for it to be followed up with you cracking up about the word banana.
"of course i came," he says more to himself than anyone.
[ iiii ]
you had decided you dont like lando anymore.
that was a lie obviously, you loved him, but right now you had decided that whatever weird ass thing was happening between you two was starting - no it wasn't starting it was already - pissing you off.
it had been four months since that drunken night where you had stupidly confessed your feelings - unbeknownst to you of course, until the next morning when you woke up in lando's bed, walked out and found him sleeping soundly on his couch. then it had all come rushing back.
and in those four months you and lando had been engaged in a weird friendship that was maybe more but also not at the same time. you were tiptoeing around max- but for no reason its not like you were doing anything different.
but it felt different.
and that was starting to piss you off. neither of you had big enough balls to admit something to the other. you were scared of rejection and losing probably your best friend. and lando? who knows what was going on in his head.
but right now you were angry, more so at yourself than him, but still he was involved somewhere so you were pissed off at him too.
so were the six shots of vodka a good idea? no. did you it anyway? yes.
what is it with you and drinking when it comes to lando? maybe he's making you an alcoholic. aaandd thats even drinking for one night.
deciding to call it quits before another drunken escapade happens you exit the bar and join the crisp night smiling at a passerby and calling an uber on your phone.
you still had a slight smile on your facw while you waited, that was until you heard her voice. lando's bitchy ex; someone who you don't even remember, but apparently she remembers you.
"oh look its lando's new situationship," she jeers a few feet away. "he'll be done with you in a few months then he'll come crawling back to me, its the way things go," she shrugs tilting her head in a mocking way.
"lay off it would you?" you sigh. "we're not in goddamn middle school, you can stop it with the clichรฉs now."
the girl rolls her eyes before walking directly up to you. "do you think that lando would ever like someone like you? he wants perfection not whatever you are. i just hope he wakes up from whatever little fantasy he's made of you before its too late," she smiles a bitterly sweet smile and turns on her heels walking into the bar.
you don't show how her comments affect you, because every awful hidden thought you've ever had just came rearing their ugly heads.
the tear slips out before you even know what you're doing. dialling the one number you know will always pick up.
he answers on the second ring. "y/n, hey whats up? im currently stream-"
"lando," you say shakily.
he doesn't even hesitate. "i'm coming to get you, don't move, okay. are you somewhere safe?"
"does the side of the round count?" you suck in a breath trying to control yourself.
"no, go sit on the pavement okay?"
"alright," you say picking your self up and scooching back a few steps.
the rest happens in a blur, you don't even remember lando arriving or helping you into his car (again), you don't remember the drive or any of it. all you could focus on was lando.
you're seated in his aparment, curled up on the couch when you finally come back down, a blanket is on your lap and lando sits across from you with a soft look.
"hey, you're back," he smiles leaning forward. "are you alright? what happened?"
"your bitchass ex is what happened," you huff crossing your arms. "she is the worst lan, why did you ever go out with her."
"i judged a book by its cover."
"ew i don't need that idea in my head."
he shrugs as if to say he's sorry, but you can see the sparkle in his eyes, he's trying to get you to laugh.
it goes quiet for a few seconds before you say, "you came?" still puzzled as to why he instantly dropped everything to come pick you up. the back and forth between you two playing in your mind like a movie.
"you called," he says rising from his chair only to drop down in front of you and take your hands in his. "i will always come y/n, always. if you need me i'm there okay?" he presses a firm kiss to the back of your hand. "me and you, yeah?"
"max won't like that," you joke.
"max can suck it," lando smirks., squeezing your hand "i like you more."
maybe in the near future you might get the confession out of him, or you might finally be brave enough to tell him. for now you're just content with whatever this is. you and lando. lando and you.
surprising considering the event ealier in the night were the complete opposite. you'll worry about that in the morning all that matters now is that:
โ :: a/n: I AM LIVING FOR THIS OSCAR DOMINTATION ACTUALLY LIKE YESS THATS MY AUSSIE !!!! also ahem excuse me sorry i disappeared for a month i lost the will to write ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ i also think i forgot how to write bc why is it SO BAD??? anyway
oscar was the first who saw it. the first who brought his car to a stop, the first to launch out of said car and run towards you.
other cars stop behind him, george, lando, max, so many drivers come to a stop and bolt over to where you sat frozen.
marshals were running, but they were slow. drivers were climbing over the tires, scrambling desperately to get you out, get help.
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it was your mistake, you had gone too wide and tried to correct yourself, but you didn't see carlos behind you and collided you briefly, he was able to correct himself. you were not.
the car spun, flipped four times your body being assaulted with each tumble before you eventually black out.
you had landed on an angle on the tires, half the car propped on them and the other on the ground, you weren't moving. the crowd was freaking out, screaming loudly in worry.
oscar was following behind you when he saw the incident. "is she okay? shit that was bad. has she said anything?"
"we're waiting for an answer," was his engineers response.
but that wasn't good enough, that was his best friend sat in the seat of that car he was doing something. quickly stopping, he launches out of his seat like his ass is on fire, max your team mate, hot on his heels.
"y/n!" oscar yells as they approach the car, you probably can't hear him, but it was a knee jerk reaction, one he was waiting for a response back for, a sign that you were okay.
you weren't moving though, your head was still, you were still. not even your signature, goofy middle finger you usually give after a crash. nothing.
oscar was ten thousand percent panicking now. you were fine. you were fine. you were fine, right?
more drivers arrive beside the car then, helping unbuckle your limp body and pulling you gently from the car just as marshals and a medic team arrive getting straight to work.
you were loaded into a ambulance and oscar, much to his dismay, was told to stay back, that there was a race to finish. not that he would be focusing on the race at all.
max clapped him on the shoulder as they both made their way back to their cars, "she'll be okay osc, its y/n, when has she ever been been taken down, knowing her she'll be giving the paramedics shit for getting there so slow?" his words were light and clearly meant jokingly but oscar couldn't think past your limp body.
you have to be okay right?
please be okay.
he couldn't lose his you, his crazy, his everything.
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the crash looked awful on tv, you winced everytime you saw it - mainly because you had been replaying it for as long as you've been awake - but thats not the point.
the point is you have been awake for a little, while in an immense amount of pain and watching the rest of the live of the race and then replays of your crash.
probably a stupid thing to watch but you wanted to make sure you never made a mistake like that again.
also it was nice seeing the way oscar bolted out of his car, his pure desperation clear in his run - this was not something you should like considering you we're literally unconscious. but what, can't a girl have hidden feelings for her best friend that come out at the worst time?
speaking of that, loud shouts catch your attention from outside your room "i don't care. i want to see her! let me see her!"
your heart practically melts at his tone, oscar piastri never yells but he is for you. and thats special because you said it is.
the door bursts open and in rushes the man of the hour, his face pulled in a tight frown, worry clouding his eyes. worry that only dissipates (a little) when he sees you propped up in bed wide-eyed at his current outfit choice.
"y/n," he says rushing over to your side and picking your hand up careful not to hurt any of your injuries. "im so glad you're okay. are you? i can go yell at some more nurses if need be."
a small laugh erupts from your chest and you try not to wince, instead focusing on oscar.
"are you okay?" he asks his hands cupping yours.
"i am," you smile back at him, relishing in his hands warmth because this stupid hospital is way too cold.
"really?"
"i am osc, don't worry," you try to reassure him, but his frown only becomes more prominent.
"you were unresponsive, you weren't awake, do you know how scary that was?" he asks resting his head down on your blanketed lap, exhaling sharply. "i was petrified. so beyond scared and then i had to stay back and finish that fuckass race-"
"which you won oscar, by a whole thirty seconds," you cut him off trying to get him to see how amazing that was.
"that doesn't matter i was just trying to get the whole thing over with," he raises a hand and drops it on you leg - softly. "i had to stay and enjoy a win while who knows what happened to you. do you know how annoyed my race engineer was because i was asking for updates on you that frequently?" he takes a shake breath. "i was so fucking scared."
"osc..." you raise you hand and run it through his hair, a shudder running through his whole body. "i had no idea you were that scared."
"i was petrified baby," he mumured.
if this were any other moment you would started screaming internally at the fact he called you baby but now, now you just comforted you very best friend in one of his darkest moments.
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after about a day or two, you were moved from the hospital to your home- well not your home oscar's. that was something that popped up when the nurse asked if you had anyone to help care for you, or look after you at all, oscar instantly stepped in of course.
so now you're curled up on a couch, wrapped in possibly the worst most comfortable blanket ever, sipping a hot chocolate and watching as oscar makes his way around the kitchen in the afternoon sun.
he's wearing your personal choice of a fitting white tee, and grey sweatpants- best decision you've ever made. you cannot lie.
he's also cooking pasta- the second best decision you've made. because oscar makes a heavenly bolognese.
he finishes plating the dishes and brings them over to the couch opting to sit down next to you rather than have you move to the table.
you practically inhale the food, being stuck for a few days with only hospital food is no joke. "this is so much better than the dog shit we were given at the hospital," you smile licking your fork clean.
oscar stilled, his mind replaying the moment your car flipped in the air, then flashing to your smiling but fragile body in the the bed just laying there.
you notice his change in demeanour right away, "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say it like that," you whisper, putting your plate down and gently touching his shoulder. "its probably a little too soon to start that type of talk."
oscar puts his own plate down and looks over at you, "it was so unbelievably scary seeing that y/n, i don't think i'll ever get that image out of my head."
"i'm still here," you say, your voice soft, you place a hand over his, squeezing gently.
"but you almost weren't," his voice is also soft, scared almost.
"but i am, look at me oscar," you say, your voice firm. his eyes drift to yours, a swirling mix of fear and adoration and- wait adoration?
"you're still here," he whispers, looking back down at your hands, threading his fingers through you own, and squeezing your palm.
"i'm still here."
he brings you joined hands to his mouth and presses a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. "you're still here."
"and im not going anywhere okay?"
"okay."
"good, now eat your pasta before i do," you shove him gently.
"eat up," oscar says letting your hand go and picking your empty dish up pressing a kiss on your forehead. he heads over to the kitchen running the tap and washing the plates.
once you finish your second plate you stand up tenderly walking over to the sink and placing the plate on the counter, not noticing the way oscar stops and watches you. the way he sees your slight winces.
what you do notice, is when he envelopes you in a soul reviving hug, not hard, simply a fierce reminder he was there for you, and that he was scared. he was scared he would lose you again
"i'm not going anywhere, osc, i promise."
"don't make promises you can't keep y/n i nearly lost you," his voice is muffled in your collarbone.
"well this promise i can keep oscar piastri, because no god or heaven or crash could keep me from you. you're my oscar. and nothing will ever change that, yeah?"
he smiles, you can feel it. "... yeah."
"i love you osc, always and forever."
you said those words, hiding your feelings and simply telling the truth. with or without your feelings though, you loved him. like a friend, a partner, like an everything.
because he wan your everything.
and you were his.
you were each other's everything.
2025 ยฉ thepitlanepress | please do not steal, use, translate or repost any of my works
โ :: a/n: look whats here!! pt threeeee !! sorry thats its lowkey messy, weirdly short and for the long wait ALSO pls ignore the spelling mistakes in some of the texts i was awfully sleep deprived when i made that ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
โ :: pt1 ;; a bet not so bad ,, pt2 ;; sports car ,, pt3 ;; chaos
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f1gossipofficial y/n l/n and lando norris were caught in a compromising position at a london restaurant this weekend. is lando norris' bachelor era coming to an end?
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user1 WAR IS OVERRRRRRR
user2 im free im finally able to be happy again.
user3 a little weird that the paparazzi followed them into the restaurant
user4 when does the paparazzi ever respect boundaries tho
user5 how does oscar feel about this?
oscarpiastri not good.
user6 LMAOOO ๐ญ๐ญ GWS
user6 they should've been the ones to announce it tho not some asshole stalker
user7 fr its another relationship foiled bc of a possible headline
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ynofficial well since its out now... its me and MY dork against the world โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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landonorris malfunctioning i can be honry on main now
oscarpiastri no you can not.
mclaren YOU CAN NOT????
user1 did u win at least in the karting?
ynofficial i did hehe ๐คญ๐คญ
landonorris shut up only because i let you
user2 never going to forgive the paparazzi for leaking this before they got to announce it
user3 lando is now entering his bf era and i am HERE FOR IT
oscarpiastri i just threw up a little
ynofficial oopsie daisies
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landonorris me and MY dork against the world โค๏ธโค๏ธ i love you so much you freakshow <3
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user1 its the moment i've been waiting forr eeeeeeekk
user2 wait what??? when did this happen???
user3 are you new here?? its literally all we've been talking about for WEEKS
ynofficial love youuuuu
landonorris love you more โค๏ธ
oscarpiastri i hate you both
user4 poor oscar is going to have to deal with their nonsense now ๐ญ๐ญ
user5 lando only posting them is my new fave thing.
user6 literally watch this lnfour and his jpg account turn into y/n fan accounts now
user7 i can feel the fan edits coming on
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ynofficial so i lied.... so close to what is out now oop-
i literally cannot express how excited i am to share this with you all !!!! its been my pet project over the last few years and possibly one of my fave albums ive ever written ๐คญ๐คญ๐คญ.
and before you start rumours.... some of them are about lando (the happy ones)
bye noww you'll never see me again....
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user1 DROPPING THIS RANDOMLY EXCUSE ME??? WHYYYY I WASNT READY
user2 im not okay rn
landonorris i should be the muse for all of your songs from now on
user3 im on the floor wtf is history of man y/n OH MY GOD ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
user4 it is NOT about lando i refuse
oscarpiastri proud of you!! half the songs scarred me
ynofficial mwah osc !! we dont talk about those songs...
user5 fave album ever
user6 literally when are the tour tickets coming out?
user7 let her finish the one shes on now??? ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญ
user8 MOTHER IS MOTHERINGGGG
user9 WDYM NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN???
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[ five weeks later there has been radio silence ]
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lando.jpg vacation timeee !!! shes so shdgsajds
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user1 lando this after five weeks of nothing on any of your accounts is diabolical
โ :: a/n: i've had this one sentence running around in my head and decided to write an entire fic off of it so enjoy! (also the last part of the smau will be out soon!!)
the tension between you and your alarm clock right now is something the poets could write about.
it was set to go off at six am and you accordingly had woken up at five-fifty-eight.
so the last thirty seconds of your life has been filled with unimaginable tension. who will cave first, you or the alarm clock? the alarm clock obviously, you were happily content to sleep through it - which wasn't going to go down well, seeing as you'd be late for work.
but maybe that would be good too, so you wouldn't have to see him.
you wouldn't have to look at his stupid face or his hair or his smile as he walked through the halls of the mclaren hq, blissfully unaware of you and your inner turmoil.
you hadn't seen lando norris in person in two years, which is surprising seeing as you both worked for mclaren.
you hadn't seen him ever since you walked out of his apartment and left your life and heart in tatters as you did so. since the night he watched you leave, when he didn't stop you, when he let you walk out of his life, leaving him in pieces.
you had thrown yourself into work, making your way around the globe for races but putting yourself in every situation where lando wasn't, ignoring your stupid heart, and living with your head. if you had listened to your heart, you would still be fighting that day.
wishing he called.
wishing he stopped you.
wishing you hadn't walked out.
wishing you understood what you had done.
but you're not, because you've moved on.
you had moved on.
lando had run away from the situation as much as you had, not showing up to hq unless absolutely necessary and if he did always taking the long route, same in the garages. at that point in your lives he had memorised your schedule as much as his own and used that knowledge to avoid you at all costs.
you couldn't blame him though, it was your fault.
he wanted to tell the world you were together and you didn't, your solution? don't be together. in retrospect it was the worst decision you'd ever made but you like to pretend it wasn't and focus on moving on.
clearly you did well... adjacent. you didn't want to burst into tears whenever you saw him anymore but you also couldn't shove down the burn that wraps around your heart every time you think of him.
today's terrible moment, as you liked to call any interaction you couldn't avoid with lando, was when you stepped into the boardroom and crashed into a wall.
okay it wasn't a wall. it was oscar, who also stumbled and tripped over the leg of a nearby chair causing an array of limbs to hit faces and a shit tonne of paper work strewn across the room.
of course it ended with you on the floor next to oscar groaning and wincing as you sit up.
"i am so sorry," you say turning to the driver still on the floor.
"don't worry about it, it was only an accident," he reassures and accepts zak's outstretched hand getting up. that only brings your attention to the hand in front of your face-
lando's.
you look up at him for a moment noticing the concerned look on his face that is quickly wiped with humour. "you alright?"
quickly bracing yourself for his touch, you take his hand and get off the floor, offering him a quick "thank you," before turning around and collecting the paper everywhere.
you try not to think of the tingle in your hand and how that was the first time in two years you had talked or touched, instead worrying about how much paper you need to pick up.
the paper thats what you think of.
not the hurtful - but true - words lando said that night.
not the awful - and wrong - things you said.
not how you hurt him.
the paper.
not how you wished you could take it back.
the paper.
"y/n."
"shut up lando."
the paper.
"don't go please, we can work this out."
"how? how can we?"
the paper
'i'll wait, i'll wait, i'll-"
"i won't. you can go back to your fuckboy life without me."
the paper.
"please, y/n."
"no."
the paper.
"you're just scared. you're acting like a pathetic child because you're scared."
"i'm brave enough to walk away right now."
"you dont have to though, you're taking the easy way out. you're acting like a child. grow up."
the paper.
tears burn in your eyes, threatening to overflow and yet you keep a stoic face clearing your throat and pasting a bright smile on your face, turning around and cracking a joke about how you can never seem to stay on your feet.
you don't talk to lando again in the meeting, eyes skimming over him and focusing mostly on oscar and zak and the discussions going around the boardroom.
you feel his eyes on you though. you feel his stare and you hate it. you hate it because you want it on you more.
after the meeting you leave the room like your ass is on fire getting out of the building and heading home before any one decides to look at your face and see that you're about to cry.
"wait, y/n."
you stop still on the edge of the road refusing to turn around and acknowledge the voice. you've already stopped so thats pointless, he knows you've heard him.
"wait," you can hear him approach, his footsteps thudding on the ground. "hey.," he says slightly out of breath, "are you okay?"
sighing you turn around to face him. "i'm fine," you smile, the tears threaten to start falling again. "really, i fall down all the time, you remember-" you cut off and look up sighing again.
"i wasn't asking about that," lando says his eyes trying to search for yours. "you looked like you're about to cry in there. i was asking if you were okay."
and you're stupid heart is done.
"i'm fine lando."
"are you sure?"
"i'm fine."
the same fine you were when less than a week after you walked out, lando was pictured with a girl hanging off his arm. the same fine you were when he was rumoured to be dating a supermodel a week after that.
the same fine you've been for the last two years.
the supermodel rumours were false, they were disproved when she came out and hard launched her boyfriend. lando on the other hand has been in his - as the fans call it - "bachelor era" since then, girls after girls, the rumours never ended.
"you're not fine, y/n."
"i've been fine for the last two years without you lando, i dont need your help now."
with that you turn and walk away, walk away just like you did two years ago, getting in your car and sitting in the silence, basking in your own personal torment. its your own pain, your own hurt and its your own fault. you can't blame anyone other than yourself.
so you're stuck.
you're heart breaks every time you walk away from lando but your head clears, the inner turmoil eases for a moment.
your head and your heart.
you're over it.
you're over it.
you're over him.
right?
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เญจเง : featuring : boyfriend!lando x reader
เญจเง : synopsis (requested or not) : compilation of boyfriend lando moments if you were in dts with him <3
เญจเง masterlist เญจเง
แกฃ๐ญฉ a/n : in honor of lando p1 !!!! so proud <3
boyfriend!lando who is constantly caught on camera teasing you in the paddock.
boyfriend!lando who is tugging at your sleeve during interviews, poking your cheek mid-media session, or making funny faces at you when youโre trying to be serious.
boyfriend!lando who unknowingly starts a viral soft launch fail when dts cameras catch him absentmindedly fixing your hair in the background of an interview. the internet explodes when he casually kisses your temple without realizing the cameras are rolling.
boyfriend!lando who panics live on dts when he nearly crashes during a race, caught muttering under his breath like a stressed-out boyfriend while you watch from the mclaren garage.
boyfriend!lando who hijacks your dts interview by walking by and loudly whispering, โtell them iโm your favorite driver.โ
boyfriend!lando who grins like an idiot when you deadpan into the camera, refusing to answer.
boyfriend!lando who is oblivious to the cameras when he wraps his arm around you after a race.
boyfriend!lando who is holding you close while talking to his engineers. it only hits him later when twitter is flooded with screenshots.
boyfriend!lando who sends you ugly selfies while away, which dts editors unfortunately include in a montage of โhow lando spends his free time.โ one clip is just a zoomed-in picture of his forehead.
boyfriend!lando who is too proud when you wear his #4 merch, caught pointing you out in the crowd during fan interactions.
boyfriend!lando saying, โthatโs my good luck charm right there.โ everytime he sees you in the crowd. the netflix editors make it ten times funnier by cutting to oscar rolling his eyes.
boyfriend!lando who collapses onto you after an exhausting race, full weight, head buried in your chest, groaning dramatically for the cameras.
boyfriend!lando who says, โiโm dead. you have to carry me home.โ
boyfriend!lando who gets called out by dts producers for always whispering to you during serious team meetings. the subtitles just read: [unintelligible flirting] while zak brown sighs in the background.
boyfriend!lando who, when asked in an interview who his biggest supporter is, glances at you off-camera and grins softly before answering, โi think you already know.โ
boyfriend!lando who laughs nervously when dts confronts him in a confessional, playing a supercut of every single moment heโs been caught staring at you. โalright, alright, i get it. i like them, okay?!โ
boyfriend!lando who, despite all the teasing, all the joking, and all the chaos, is caught in a rare, unguarded moment...dts cameras filming him looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.
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โ :: a/n: coming out of the aus gp with no will to live and an idea for a fic is probably the worst thing ever but here we are...
oscar was devastated.
you knew it, from the moment he spun out of the race, you knew he was crushed. his words on the radio were filled with so much sadness and you had to fight the urge to run out of the garage and hug him as soon as he finished.
you could see it in the way he got out of the car, you could see it in the way he held himself during interviews, you could see it in the way he was walking.
you had always been able to read oscar like a book, and it was moments like these when you were grateful you were so fluent in him. because you can see his hurt and the disappointment coursing through him. he puts on a brave face that falters every so often and fans catch onto that but you can see past it.
it crushes your soul when you watch the post race interview through a screen tucked away in a corner of his drivers room. you so badly want to comfort him, to assure him everything will be okay.
when he does walk through the door, he's quiet and hard cleaning up his things and ignoring you, sitting down and just resting there in silence. you don't take it personally though, and wait for him to let you in.
after about half an hour of quiet he shuffles over and offers you his hand, you take it, instantly offering support in whatever way you can, gently rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.
you sit like that for a long while you playing gently with his hand while he holds onto your tightly, staying in the private bubble of his drivers room, politely declining all of the people who stop by trying to talk to him.
and eventually when its time to go home, he stands in silence, still gripping your hand as if its the only thing tethering him to earth. you walk out of the paddock together ignoring the reporters and cameras shoved in your faces with you leading the way back to your car.
he's silent all the way back home, not saying anything but still holding onto your hand. its the only thing that tells you that he's still here with you- that he still wants you with him.
you walk into the apartment together, dropping your bags on the kitchen counter and watching as he lets go of your hand and makes his way into the bedroom, you hear shuffling for a bit and then the shower starts running.
deciding to keep yourself busy while he's in there you walk over to the couch and flick through some of his favourite shows, settling on one and pressing pause as you wait for him to emerge from the shower.
oscar's soft footsteps announce his arrival and when you look up you can see the last cracks in his amor shatter. he collapses into your arms sobbing violently, his body wracked with tremors as he loses his composure.
your arms instantly come around him wrapping him and a fierce hug and rubbing his back trying to soothe him in anyway you can.
his tears break your heart clean open and he tightly wraps his arms around you, refusing to let go. you gently run your hands through his hand pressing kisses to his head and whispering soft assurances in his ear.
"its my fault," he says through cries. "i fucked over the win."
"shhh," you whisper into his hair. "it's okay, its okay, its okay."
"i could've won. i could've won and i fucked myself over. i'm so worthless, whats the point if i can't even keep myself from spinning out?"
"you listen to me oscar piastri," you say your voice soft but fierce. "you are not worthless, and it was not your fault, it was the weather the track was wet you hit the gravel and you accidentally spun out. you are so talented. you wouldn't be here if you weren't."
"i should've anticipated the wet track though, i should've been better," he says into your lap.
"you forget how amazing you are baby," you say quietly pressing another kiss to his head and playing with his hair, "you are so extremely talented, i wish you could see that."
you fall back into silence after that, the only sound filling the apartment is oscar's quiet sobs and your murmurs as you calm him down.
soon he stops crying his body no longer shaking with sobs and tears no longer falling down his face. he still has a death grip on you and he nestles in closer to you, sighing softly when he registers your hands running though his hair.
you stay together like that for half of the night. and no matter how many nights over time that end up like this - not that you hoped these types of days happened ever again - you would stick by oscar's side.
for all the times he felt crushed, you would be there to build him back up, you would be there for the days he felt like shit, you would be there for all of it.
especially when he won.
because oscar was worth it.
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โ :: a/n: something lando while i work on the smau !! also black and white pics of lando>>> a warning tho the sleep deprivation kicked in at about halfway through
your friend was late.
again.
this was the seven hundredth time michael had been late this week alone. seriously, its like he did it on purpose. you had been standing in the restaurant's carpark for the last half an hour waiting on you ride home.
it's late, it's dark, you're cold and tired. boy was the asshole in for it when he showed up. how could he leave a you out here in these conditions? it was practically snowing.
eventually michael's car turns up and slows to a stop in the car park, you think its weird how he keeps rolling a bit while you try and grab the handle but its they way he is, always taking the piss out of you on a daily basis.
he stops shortly after and you yank the door open piling inside and berating him. "seriously dude? you're half an hour late and i have been dying to bed. its almost snowing outside and you just leave...me..."
thats not michael.
sitting in the drivers seat is lando norris? the world famous f1 driver? what is he doing at your restaurant? no no better question, why the hell are you in his car you dumbass?
"um, who are you?" he asks sitting there, a confused and suspicious look on his face, he probably thinks your some crazy fan, which doesn't help the situation you're in.
"oh my god, i am so sorry, i got in the wrong car, this isn't happening. i'm so sorry, i thought you were my friend, gosh im so-" you begin to say but cut yourself off when you start to ramble. instead collecting yourself and bracing for the cold when you open the door.
"wait," lando's voice stops you, your hand on the door, ready to leave. "you can stay in here until your friend arrives," he says smiling, there is still the edge in his voice, and thats understandable, but he's being kind and letting you stay in the warm at least.
"thank you," you smile and sit back in the seat relaxing and closing your eyes basking in the warmth of the car, and the smell of lando's cologne. its not your fault its the only thing that you can smell.
"so can i ask; what were you doing out there? its snowing and you have no coat on, thats not okay," he asks his voice drifting to you.
"my friend michael was supposed to pick me up, but evidently he was late," you answer, opening your tired eyes and sighing. "he's always late these days. this is like the third time this week i've had to wait for him for like an hour after work."
"you're telling me you spend half an hour to an hour waiting for this guy to come pick you up from work? and he's always late?"
you nod not bothering to defend michael right now, he's making you wait with a stranger for over an hour, the last thing he deserves is your defence.
"what a shithead."
an unexpected laugh rumbles from your throat. "that's michael for you."
"thats michael? seriously?" lando's brows furrow and he looks disgusted by even the thought of it. "he's not your friend."
"what?"
"that boy is not your friend. a real friend would be here in the carpark early warming up your seat for you, waiting with a coat. not showing up hours late to a-" he looks out his window. "closed restaurant. god it keeps getting worse."
you sigh quietly and shake your head, "i don't know what to do, i don't have a car and calling an uber is not my favourite thing at this time of night."
"give me your phone," lando says suddenly.
"what?"
"can i borrow your phone please?" he repeats.
"sure?" you say pulling it out of your pocket, unlocking it and handing it over to him.
he types something quickly and smiles before handing it over to you again. you look down and on the screen is a new contact "lando aka your new best friend"
despite the circumstances you laugh, "what's this for?"
"text me when you finish work each shift and i'll come pick you up."
"what?"
"i'll pick you up or have someone trusted pick you up at the end of your shifts," he says simply.
"why?" you ask bewildered by his kindness.
"because i'm your new best friend duh."
you smile and he grins back at you. "come on i'll drive you home," he says putting his seatbelt on and gesturing for you to do the same.
"thank you," you whisper.
the drive home lulls you to sleep. maybe it was the quiet hum of the radio, or the warmth of the car or the company. whatever it was it sent you to sleep quickly, with a smile on your face and your heart full, you made a new friend.
you never did ask lando why he was in the car park that night. and he never did tell you how he had overheard your friend shit talking and complaining about you at a random club before he ran off with some girl.
and he never did tell you about how he very nearly dropped everything to go pick up the mystery girl who was depending on the worlds biggest asshole.
he never told you,
not even when he got down on one knee or when he stood up in front of all of your friends with you in a white dress.
he never told you how he almost fell in love on the spot when you burst into his car and then profusely apologised when you realised you made a mistake.
he never told you.
but he always picked you up, no matter where or when, he was there.
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