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summary: one little conversation between Nicole Piastri and the McLaren social media admin brings you back into Oscar's life
fc: gala nikolic
warning: I am aware of all the spelling errors, but to change them I’d have to rewrite, screenshot and insert the slides all over again and I’m just too lazy to do that, so you’ll just have to life with it
a/n: I love them you guys!!! I’m totally open to writing a part two if you’re interested, but I also might just do it anyway. I hope you enjoy🍀
oscatpiastri
oscatpiastri LMAO admin just said ‘I’m so hungry, I could eat YN YLN’ and that was the face Oscar pulled😭😭 what kind of trauma did they unlock??
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user I’M CRYING the man was flabbergasted
user I NEED TO KNOW WHO THAT IS IK YOU GUYS ARE GOOD AT STALKING
-> user I could only find a private acc with that name @.yourusername but there is no way to tell if it’s actually her
-> user wow you guys are quick
user oh to be able to read his mind rn
user admin chose violence today
-> user he looked so betrayed my poor boy💀
user how did admin even get such private information about Oscar?? like there is absolutely no history of a YN YLN anywhere in Oscar’s digital footprint
-> user I mean, that’s their entire job no? find things that get clicks and oscar’s past def does that
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yourusername university is slowly turning me into a hermit
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yourfriend1 caption is so real dude
yourfriend1 one more class with professor brenner and I’ll actually break all of my good pencils
-> yourusername REAL
yourfriend2 movie binge night was so good we have to do it again
-> yourusername ‼️‼️
yourbestfriend girly you’re famous
-> yourusername fuck you mean by that?
-> yourbestfriend have you ever watched f1? does the name oscar piastri ring a bell?
-> yourusername YOURE FUCKING JOKING
yourfriend3 I’m so hungry I could eat oscar piastri🤔🤔
yourfriend4 what just happened
yourfriend5 the art faculty bathroom is actually so peak
yourfriend6 you’re so gorgeous one chance pls pls pls
TEXTS BETWEEN NICOLE AND OSCAR
TEXTS BETWEEN YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND
👤 OSCAR PIASTRI WANTS TO SEND YOU A MESSAGE
oscarpiastri: Hello YN, I’m not sure if you remember me, we went to kindergarten together. I just wanted to give you a heads up, incase you haven’t seen it yet. There is a video going around on the internet of the McLaren social media admin mentioning you in an interview and people are taking it all sorts of ways. I hope it doesn’t cause you any trouble, if it does, please don’t hesitate to reach out and I will take full responsibility for it. I hope you are doing well!
INSTAGRAM DIRECT MESSAGES BETWEEN YOU AND OSCAR
yourusername: Hello Oscar, it’s nice to hear from you! Thank you for the heads up, that’s really kind of you. I saw the video and the reactions, but don’t worry, it’s really no trouble. How are you? Maybe we could catch up? We haven’t seen each other for so long
oscarpiastri: Good to hear that it’s not troubling you. I’m sorry anyway. And I’d love to catch up. Are you still in AUS? I’m there from December until February, incase you are.
yourusername: Yep! Still an Australian resident:) I have a small semester break in Janurary, if that works for you?
oscarpiastri: Great! 👍
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yourusername touching grass because why am I doing all that over a MAN
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yourfriend1 I just looked oscar piastri up and jeezus YN go get him or I will
yourbestfriend my girl is crushing on the f1 championship leader… i always knew you had big ambitions but I didn’t think they were that big
-> yourusername YOU REALLY ARE NOT HELPING IT
yourfriend2 we’ve lost her😞😞
-> yourfriend3 to a MAN of all things smh
-> yourusername YOU GUYS
yourfriend4 why do I have to be on an semester abroad right now of all moments I FEEL SO LEFT OUT
yourfriend5 she was crouching like that for a good 5 minutes btw
-> yourusername STOP EXPOSING ME
-> yourfriend4 why was she even crouching??
-> yourfriend5 he was texting her really dryly and she freaked out bc obviously that means he hates her and she wants to die and he should crash
-> yourfriend4 you are absolutely hopeless YN
-> yourusername I need to find friends that actually love me
yourfriend6 yk when you start dating you’ll have to open this insta to him and he’ll see how pathetic you are for him
-> yourusername WAIT THATS SO EMBARRASSING
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yourusername no idea what just happened I just know it wasn’t good at all I’M SO SORRY OSCAR WHEN I SAID I WANTED YOU TO CRASH I DIDNT MEAN IT
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yourfriend1 you’re so unserious wearing a tshirt that says your tears don’t fall they crash around me after your CRUSH DNFED
-> yourusername gotta have some humour or I’ll cry
yourfriend2 I’m seeing this as a sign that he’s so obsessed with you that he does everything you say
-> yourusername THEN HE SHOULD LOCK IN AND WIN THE STUPID CHAMPIGNONCHIP OR WHATEVER
-> yourfriend2 CHAMPIGNONCHIP I‘M CHOKING
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f1updates oscar piastri when asked about the title fight and the support of family and friends for the race this weekend:
“I know a lot of things have to go right today, in order for me to win, but as long as it is a possibility, I will stay positive that I can do it.” Said the Australian. “I’ve got a lot of people here to cheer me on, my mum, dad and sisters, for one, but also an old friend, who I haven’t seen in a long time. They give me the strength to push one last time.”
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user I KNOW HE CAN DO IT
user Norris needs to fuck off it’s Oscar’s turn
user I wonder who the “old friend” is🤔🤔
-> user YN YLN? I’m still not over that mystery
-> user that would be the plot twist of a century
user my entire body is vibrating like I just drank four gallons of coffee
user THIS IS STILL MY BOY
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yourusername ABU DHABI ARE YOU READY?
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yourfriend1 HE WILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF WHEN HE SEES YOU
yourfriend2 wow😳
yourbestfriend forget that wanna be athlete and come home to your wife (me)
yourfriend3 your nervous f1 rambling made me invested as well, I’m rooting for the blonde with an attitude problem
-> yourusername max verstappen?
-> yourfriend3 that one, yes
yourfriend4 HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABT TODAYS RACE?
-> yourusername I’m fucking shaking bro, Verstappen idk you like that but please find the closest barrier and take that Norris guy with you
oscarpiastri
oscarpiastri lots achieved. lots learnt. coming back stronger next year
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mclarenf1 we are so proud of you oscar🧡
user no one is in doubt that you’ll win the title one day
user not even Norris bottled this hard
user I don’t get why people are so harsh on him all of the sudden, have we all forgotten that he lead the wdc for half a season in his 3rd year in f1??
user op the man you are
user AURA
user oh 2025 you were so promising
yourusername still not sure if I understood it all, but I know that I’m incredibly impressed:)
-> oscarpiastri I’m glad you could make it🙂
-> user OMG IT WAS YN YLN
-> user he’s so awkward with emojis💀💀
-> user GIRL PLEASE OPEN YOUR INSTA I NEED TO BE PARASOCIAL
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yourusername nothing to sayyyy🧚♀️
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yourfriend1 do we have to act normal now bc he can see the posts?
yourbestfriend you smart little finch, I recognise a thirst trap when I see one😛😛
-> yourusername BE QUIET
yourfriend2 RIP unhinged instagram posts, you will be missed😞
-> yourusername you guys are so dramatic
oscarpiastri I'm not sure if I want to look at the other posts
-> yourusername don't, just don't do it
yourfriend3 one man in your life and you have an entire rebrand smh 🤦♀️
yourfriend4 you? speechless? what have you done to my girl, oscar piastri🤨
yourfriend5 WHAT IS A MAN DOING HERE?
-> yourusername BE NICE
yourbestfriend my girl is gonna be a famous wag🥲
yourfriend6 he can take great pictures at least
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f1gossip Oscar Piastri was sighted in Melbourne, Australia with a mysterious woman on his arm. Who do we think she is?
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user NO😫
user oscar piastri daring rumours in the first weeks of 2026 what is going on
-> user I started to doubt his abilities
user cant even see her properly but i already know shes so pretty
user wait I think I’ve seen her before?? At the Abu Dhabi GP
yourbestfriend OMG MY GIRL IS ON A GOSSIP PAGE @.yourusername LOOK MY GIRL GOT PAPARAZZIED
-> yourusername GIRL DON'T PUT ME ON BLAST LIKE THAT
user i’m not ready for everyone to become parasocial about him all of the sudden
user not him wearing the fugly ass burgundy shirt on a DATE
-> user we don’t even know if it’s a date, could just be a friend
user did anyone see that comment from @.yourbestfriend?? they tagged a user named YN YLN….. coincidence???
-> user did I miss something?? who is that?
-> user there is a video of the mcl admin saying I’m so hungry, I could eat YN YLN and everyone and their mother has been trying to find out who she is and what correlation oscar has to her since then
-> user yeah and her account is private, so there’s absolutely NO WAY for us to find out anything about her
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81_updates Oscar Piastri, Mark Webber and friends on Melbourne Beach. Some fans even stated that Oscar was with a girl and they seemed to be very close🤔
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user HOLD ME BACK
user I hate to say this, but I think oscar really does have a girlfriend now
user congratulations to whoever get’s to have that every night
user lmao the imprint on his chest looks like a 4
user god that girl is lucky
user I think it’s safe to say it’s YN
user oscar jack piastri I was unfamiliar with your game
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yourusername after being forced to participate in all of Oscar’s hobbies, I think it’s only fair if I force him to paint with me, right?
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yourfriend1 turn that frown upside down😛
yourfriend2 you guys make me sick
-> yourusername jealousy doesn’t suit you babe💋
yourfriend2 and yes, that’s absolutely fair
yourfriend3 be honest, who won the race?
-> yourusername I love how much faith you have in me, but be fr who is winning the race? A girl who has known about f1 for 3 months or an actual f1 driver??
-> yourfriend3 he didn’t let you win? break up with him
-> oscarpiastri she told me not to let her win🤷 said it would be satisfying for her ego if she beat me on raw talent
-> yourfriend3 oh my sweet angel😞 THAT MEANS LET HER WIN
yourbestfriend no photo credit for the picture smh🙁
-> yourusername sorry babe, credit to you for pic 6, and to osc for literally every other one
oscarpiastri I don’t think you want to see the monster I create when I touch a pencil
-> yourusername as if I was graceful playing paddle
-> oscarpiastri you’d look beautiful while digging in dirt
-> yourusername HKDBHAYPQA
-> oscarpiastri are you ok?
-> yourusername just fine:)) my cat walked over my keyboard:))))
-> yourfriend4 you don’t…..have a cat?
-> yourusername SHHH
oscarpiastri and I did not force you
oscarpiastri
oscarpiastri 🔋☀️
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user when hes good with words😍😍
user I’m so obsessed with his gf and I don’t know anything about her
-> user I think that’s part of the appeal
user KARTING OSCAR
user that looks suspiciously like a date🧐
user I can’t wait for them to feel more comfortable and reveal a little more about their relationship
-> user I’m so excited for her to attend more races next year
user I don’t think they will ever confirm anything you guys, this is all we’re gonna get THEY ARE JUST SO PRIVATE
user HES SO CUTE
user our boy has a girlfriend… he’s actually done it
oscar piastri x yn!singer | request — here | masterlist |
"One night I was bored in bed, And stalked you on the internet" in which a popstar's crush on a f1 driver turns into a front page story...
note — (all manips made by me!!) i love this fic soooooo much, like it's very dear me.... hope you all enjoy it (not proofread ignore any mistakes) <3 !! likes, reblog's and comments are really appreciated ❤
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oscarpiastri 💪
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user1 new song to add to the playlist
user2 thirst trap on main???
user3 y/n is holding her self back by not commenting
->user4 ik she's remembering her pr training right now
->user5 wait why????
->user4 it's a known thing among fans that she has a crush on oscar...
->user5 HUH!??!?!? how haven’t i heard about this??!???
user6 You got this 🏎️
user7 okay can mclaren invite y/n to a race please
user8 listening to obsessed?? why does oscar know ball
user9 need to see all his playlists
user10 Future world champion💪🔥🧡
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tmz Y/nL/n seen arriving in Melbourne, Australia today.
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user1 love her <3
user2 wait..... the australian gp is this weekend
->user3 and mclaren recently followed her....
->user4 are we thinking they invited her to oscar's home race!?!??!
->user3 YESSS
user5 this could be so major...
user6 winona hat is so cute
user7 she's going to find her a aussie man anyway she can
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YnLnNews Y/N IN AUSTRALIA!!!!! Y/n sat with Oscar Piastri prior to qualifying, Y/n cheered on Oscar as he qualified P2.
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user1 EVERYONE STAY CALM
user2 very important things happening right now
user3 who else was with them???? do we know how long they hung out..?
->user4 i saw a video of them talking and the poster said they were talking alone for about 15+ mins until someone on the team wanted to meet y/n
->user4 he sat with them for 5 mins and they kept talking for around 30 more minutes and hugged goodbye
->user3 omg ty sm user4 !!
user5 her SMILEEEE
user6 already loving them AIWLUHDFLUIAWG
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yourinstagram never finished that beer 🍻
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user1 summer maxing
user2 everywhere but that damn studio
oscarpiastri 🌹🍻
->user3 alright man... we get it
->user4 no im not jealous at all
user5 you r my inspo
user6 mclaren girllll
->user7 **oscar piastri girl
->user8 she's truly only there for the race and oscar
user9 gorgeous girl
user10 what dat mean???
->user11 idk maybe she never finished her beer????
->user10 okay 😐
user12 does the piano mean we're getting music?!!?!
user13 the last slide and the koala.... taking notes
user14 can you get any more perfect
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yourinstagram story !
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oscarpiastri It was great to finally meet you in person!
yourinstagram a pleasure to meet you as well!!!
yourinstagram ik you have a busy schedule so ty for sparing the time!
oscarpiastri SPARING?? I would've skipped qualifying just to keep talking to you
oscarpiastri I wanted to meet you! So the schedule was cleared just for you!
oscarpiastri It obviously wasn't the race I would've liked for you to have been present for....
yourinstagram at least you didn't finish last!!!
yourinstagram hopefully the next race i go to will have a better outcome 🤞
oscarpiastri Speaking of you going to another race have you been to China? 👀
yourinstagram no…. but i’ve always wanted to go!!
oscarpiastri Well there is a race coming up in China if your up for that…?
yourinstagram mhmmmm that does sound like something i’d enjoy
yourinstagram and if i were to go…
oscarpiastri Mhm hmm 🤔
yourinstagram id like to find a place for us to get dinner, since you picked last time 😁
oscarpiastri You drive a hard bargain.. but i think we have a deal
yourinstagram good doing business with you 🤝
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enews Brewing Romance? Y/n L/n and Formula One Driver Oscar Piastri have been causing a stir as of late.
While the pair have been linked to each other since late 2024, the two hadn't met in person till March 15th 2025. Piastri said after meeting L/n "We've talk prior to meeting, so it was nice to finally meet in person. She's lovely." With L/n's recent presence in China for the Chinese Grand Prix, people are starting to wonder if there's a couple in the making...
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user1 they're so cute! im here for it
user2 enews doesn't even know about their crushes on each other
->user3 i was fully expecting to see them mention that but was glad they didn't
->user4 truly don't know how i would react if there were articles written about my crush
user5 i've been rooting for them since she liked an edit of him on tiktok
user6 her with an athlete is scary but he seems chill
user7 not my favs being on the jumbotron wth
user8 i feel like ppl are going to say it's PR but i think they're dating honestly
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oscarpiastri First win of the year 🏆
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user1 wait is that y/n????
user2 LETS GOOOOOO
yourinstagram and to many more!!
->oscarpiastri 😉
->user3 okay they're cute i guess...
user4 Y/N MADE THE POST!!!!!
user5 mini goat 🐐
user6 keep on pushing oscar we love you!
user7 he knew to ass that y/n pic iktr
user8 power couple omg?!
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deuxmoi While we do enjoy seeing young love, we can't help but wonder is it real... or is it PR?
Comment your thoughts below ⬇
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user1 it's not like they're two young attractive people dating they HAVE to be doing pr??? y'all are so bored, let them live
user2 no shade to oscar but there are much more famous guys she could've gotten with to "up" her image
->user3 LITERALLY
->user4 an actor would've made waves... like it's not about the perception
user5 they had crushes on each other and then started dating it's not rocket science
user6 no one likes you guys, please don't speak on the queen
user7 this is family business.. why are you here??
user8 they're happy.... why does it matter ?
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♬ The Cure ‧ Just like Heaven
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oscarpiastri 💙🏝🌞
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user1 My parents omg
yourinstagram 🐢🌊🐠 Liked by oscarpiastri !
user2 she is a real life princess
user3 1st slide is my roman empire
user4 you two are adorbs
user5 does he know this is his instagram...? bro only posted 1 pic of his face 😭
->user6 because he knows we're here for y/n
->user5 fairs
user7 he knew to post her on main
user8 that picture being first is so iconic
user9 okay we need about 50 more pics of you 2 cuties
user10 ugh he matches her energy so well <333
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enews Y/n L/n teases new music in Vogue Interview!
"Everything that I've been writing has been written in this notebook and I feel like my last two albums are very angsty and heartbroken and just as a creative endeavor and also because I'm experiencing so much joy in my life, I've wanted to figure out how to like inject that into the songs that I'm making. And I'm really proud of it so far!”
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user1 we are about to get such a lover girl song
user2 she could never make a bad song... im so ready
user3 not related but her face card is so insane in that picture wow
user4 i just know she has a hit song on the way
user5 "y/n to grace us with new music" i can't wait
user6 oooo i need it NOWWW
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yourinstagram <3 !!!
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user1 oh mama is in loveeee
user2 posting her man on main wow
oscarpiastri = ❤♾ Liked by yourinstagram !
->user3 EXACTLYYYY
->user4 need them to get married
user5 it so SERIOUSSSS
user6 "I'm experiencing so much joy in my life" MY SHAYLAS
user7 holy hard launch
user8 and when u + me = <3 is a song title THEN WHAT????
user9 a WHOLE post dedicated to being in love... that love song is going to change my life
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yourinstagram drop dead is out now!!!! I was lucky enough to film the music video at the palace of Versailles a few months ago and I’m so stoked with how it turned out. I hope you guys love it as much as I do xoxo
more soon to come <3
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user1 Can’t stop listening!!!❤️
user2 obsessed is an understatement...
rachelzegler MY GIRLLLL Liked by yourinstagram !
user3 ALREADY LISTENED ATLEAST 100 times
user4 best song of all time
user5 might drop dead over this music video 😭
user6 literally changed my life
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oscarpiastri "drop dead (taken that eurostar to france)" music video filmed by me out now on y/n's youtube!
so proud of my girl ❤
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user1 HE FILMED IT????
yourinstagram thank you angel boy <3 Liked by oscarpiastri !
->user2 im so parasocial about them
->user3 OSCAR PLEASE TEACH ME YOUR WAYS
->user4 "angel boy" and "my girl" I LOVE THEMMMM
user5 this is so cute i can't
user6 OMGGGG THEY'RE SO ADORABLE
user7 she’s looking like an angel on the walls of versailles
user8 you can hear him say "perfect" at the VERY end of the video
->user9 I knew i heard something !!
->user10 very cute that she kept it in 🥺
user11 this is cooler than any race win lowkey
user12 the way the video is actually beautifully shot too, oscar you have a backup career in photography
user13 "my girl" someone hold me please i can’t take it
user14 PARENTSSS
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✎…… hope you all enjoyed as much i did!!! i adored making this fic <3
using the same profile picture for the tweets made finishing this go 99% faster... probably going to be doing that from now on 😭
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missing my evil dad someone get a cartoonishly large hammer and whack me with it i’m listening to this song on repeat and it’s 6am and im making myself sick
summary: texts they send when you thirst over the off campus boys.
drivers: charles leclerc, oscar piastri, lando norris and max verstappen. (fem!reader)
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, jealousy (not toxic), mentions of garret graham and dean di laurentis (🫦). i think that's pretty much it but lmk if you find something else!
a/n: hi my loves, i was supposed to post this on monday or tuesday but stuff happened lol. anyways here it is! enjoy ;) also: watch off campus if you haven't cause it's really good.
𖤓 childhood best friend!lando x childhood best friend!reader
𖤓 note: the Oscar version did very well, so I thought in good papaya rules manner it's only fair that I do a Lando version too ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
𖤓 Listen to 18 by One Direction (yes yes time to pull up the ancient texts) when reading this!
Childhood best friend!Lando who has been your primary rival in literally everything since you were kids. Whether it was Mario Kart, racing bikes, or seeing who could eat the most sweets, he’s always had this competitive streak with you, but it’s really just his way of making sure your eyes are always on him.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is the king of "aggressive affection." He’s not the type to sit quietly; he’s the one who will shove your shoulder, ruffle your hair until it’s a mess, or playfully trip you in the paddock just to hear you laugh (or yell at him). It’s his way of saying "I'm here, and you're mine," without having to deal with the actual vulnerability of words.
Childhood best friend!Lando who uses his "annoying best friend" persona as a shield. Whenever he feels a moment getting too serious or too emotional, he’ll immediately crack a joke or make a silly face to deflect the tension, because he’s terrified that if he stops joking, he’ll accidentally reveal how much he actually loves you.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is your biggest cheerleader in the most chaotic way possible. When you achieve something, he isn't just "proud" he’s the one screaming the loudest, making a scene, and probably trying to convince you to celebrate by doing something slightly reckless.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is incredibly sensitive to your presence in a crowd. Even when he’s surrounded by McLaren engineers, fans, or other drivers, he has this "radar" for you. He’ll catch your eye from across the garage and give you a quick, goofy wink just to check in, making your heart do a literal somersault.
Childhood best friend!Lando who remembers the "unimportant" stuff. He might act like a brat, but he remembers the exact song that made you cry when you were fourteen, or the specific brand of chocolate you crave when you're stressed, and he'll "randomly" have it ready for you.
Childhood best friend!Lando who gets incredibly pouty when you start talking about other guys. He won't say it directly, but he’ll suddenly become very quiet, or he'll start talking about himself more, or he'll find a way to "interrupt" the conversation with some nonsense just to pull your attention back to him.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is a terrible liar when it comes to you. If someone asks him if he has a crush on you, he’ll go through a frantic, hilarious process of denial stuttering, laughing too loudly, and making up the most ridiculous excuses only for his eyes to betray him by darting straight to you to see if you're listening.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is the absolute master of the "accidental" touch. He’ll lean his weight against you while you’re both looking at a screen, or "accidentally" brush his hand against yours while reaching for a snack, just to see if he can get a reaction out of you. He plays it off with a grin, but his heart is actually doing laps.
Childhood best friend!Lando who crumbles when you use your childhood nicknames for him as a weapon. Whenever he’s being particularly smug or cocky after a good qualifying session, you’ll drop one of those embarrassing, cutesy nicknames from when you were ten, and you’ll watch his cool, "F1 driver" persona crumble into a blushing, stuttering mess in seconds.
Childhood best friend!Lando who is a total menace on social media. He’ll post a "cute" photo of the two of you, but it’s actually a video of you mid sneeze or making a weird face, captioned with something like "My favorite person (unfortunately)." He loves teasing you, but he also loves the fact that everyone knows you're his "person."
Childhood best friend!Lando who is secretly a huge softie when it comes to your comfort. If you're having a rough day, he won't give you a deep, philosophical speech; instead, he'll show up at your door with a ridiculous amount of junk food, a terrible movie recommendation, and a promise to let you win at whatever game you play together.
Childhood best friend!Lando who gets incredibly competitive about the most mundane things. He will treat a simple game of Uno or a round of mini golf like it’s the Monaco Grand Prix, trash talking you the entire time, but the second he sees you actually get frustrated, he immediately softens and tries to "help" you win (while still pretending he isn't).
Childhood best friend!Lando whose confession is not a quiet, soft moment. It’s a heated, messy argument after you've both been teasing each other for too long. You're bickering about something stupid, and you finally snap, telling him to "Just shut up and stop acting like you don't care!" The sudden silence that follows is deafening. Lando stops mid laugh, his expression shifting from playful to intense in a heartbeat. He steps into your personal space, his eyes burning with a frustration that isn't about the argument, but about the years of pretending. "Acting like I don't care?" he repeats, his voice dropping an octave, sounding uncharacteristically serious. "I spend every single day trying to act like I'm not completely obsessed with you so we don't ruin everything!" Before you can process the confession, he’s grabbing the front of your shirt and pulling you into a kiss that is messy, frantic, and full of all the energy he’s been bottling up for years.
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i wanted to apologize for the long unexpected break. i have been so busy with work and especially since i am in my second year of pa school and about to graduate. i’ve also been taking some time to work on my star wars blog as well:)
before i left, i had been receiving a lot of hate and i just logged out. it became something that was toxic and not worth it for me at the time. however, i came back to very kind and sweet messages and i very much appreciate it!
i promise to make a full return soon. expect something this week:)
❝ hot people dating hot people has always been the internet’s favorite thing. And nobody does it better than Monaco’s IT girl and F1 star Lando Norris!
𝓬ontains. fem! reader. face claim: katseye’s sophia. famous people dating. shipping people. soft launching.
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ynln parties at home 🪩🍾
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landonorris 🔥🔥🔥
user1 no way this is real user2 ariana what are you doing here
user3 oh to be you… or with you… honestly idk
user4 is she doing something else than partying? 😭
user5 dream life tbh
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deuxmoi 📍MONTE CARLO — Sources say F1 driver Lando Norris was spotted at a private party last night with Monaco’s favorite girl, influencer Y/n Y/l/n. Witnesses say they arrived separately but ‘barely spent the night apart’ once inside. Very touchy, lots of laughing, left together around 3am. Norris even commented on Y/l/n’s newest instagram post with “🔥🔥🔥”.
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user7 why do all roads in monaco lead to y/n 😭
user8 WELL of course these two know each other 😭
user9 they’re literally the same just opposite gender so
user10 this is the most predictable relationship ever (i’m obsessed)
user11 i would also not leave her side tbh
user12 they have potential to become the FINEST monaco couple btw
user13 based on their past, it’s giving more fling than anything serious 😂
♫ tatemcrae • sports car — 📍 tokyo, japan
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ynln 🏎️🏎️🏎️
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user14 it’s not even japan gp why they’re in japan together
user15 one day in monaco and another day in japan.. i want to live this life
landonorris you’re better driver than i expected
ynln 😝 user16 oh so they ARE there together
user17 everything about this post is suspicious
user18 they go on vacations together?? this cannot be casual
📍 tokyo, japan
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landonorris quick stop in 🇯🇵 for a shoot
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user19 there’s possibly of y/n being in quadrant video?!
user20 lmao I’m confused are they dating or why are they soft-launching each other
ynln had a funn 😘😝
landonorris 😋 user21 children are on this app guys user22 helpp is this their way of flirting or what’s going on
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ynln back home (thank you @/landonorris for the flowers)
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landonorris ❤️❤️❤️
user23 IS THIS HARD LAUNCH ???
user24 i’m screaming
deuxmoi f1 playboy got caught and didn’t even resist 👀
user25 she posted him like a trophy and honestly fair
user26 monaco’s finest couple idc
user27 this is what happens when pretty, rich people get bored in monaco 😭
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deuxmoi 📍 MONACO — NEW COUPLE ALERT 🚨Multiple sources have sent in photos of Lando Norris and his (now very clearly official) girlfriend Y/n in Monaco over the weekend. Y/n recently hard-launched Norris on her main Instagram, and the pair have since been spotted together across multiple locations—including a recent trip to Japan. At this point… should we call Y/n the new WAG? 👀
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user30 NEW WAG IS CRAZY 😭 she’s been in monaco royalty status since day one
user31 they look so good together 😩
user32 calling her a WAG feels disrespectful she’s THE event
user33 they make perfect sense to me
user34 they’re both too attractive for this to be real life i refuse to accept it
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landonorris hard launching my bestest girlfriend ever 😋😝❤️ @/ynln we are the coolest couple 😘
Summary- After a bad breakup you build your walls super high and promise yourself you'll never fall in love again, however when a world champion f1 driver steals your heart you are stuck between fight and flight mode...
Notes- Lowkey obsessed with writing lando fics about olivia rodrigo songs at the moment and as soon as I heard this song I knew I needed to write something!
The thing about heartbreak is that it doesn't just break your heart. It breaks your ability to trust that you're not fundamentally too much, too loud, too emotional, too everything for anyone to love properly.
Your ex made sure of that. And he made sure everyone knew it, too.
The breakup wasn't just private tears and blocked numbers. It was public statements, carefully worded Instagram stories that painted you as "intense" and "overwhelming," think pieces from people who'd never met you about whether you were "stable enough" for a relationship in the public eye. Your anxiety, which you'd worked so hard to manage, became a spectacle. Proof that you were broken.
So you did what any reasonable person would do: you retreated. You stopped going out. Stopped posting. Stopped trying to convince anyone—including yourself—that you were okay.
That's where Pietra finds you on a Friday night in late March, curled up on your couch in joggers and an oversized hoodie, mindlessly scrolling through your phone even though you know it'll only make you feel worse.
"Absolutely not," she says, standing in your doorway with her hands on her hips. She's got that look—the one that means she's not asking, she's telling. "You're not doing this tonight."
"Doing what?" you ask, not looking up.
"This." She gestures at all of you. "The hiding. The spiraling. The convincing yourself you're better off alone."
"I am better off alone," you mutter. "Clearly."
Pietra crosses the room and plucks your phone out of your hands. "You're coming out with me and Max tonight. There's this gay night at a club in Shoreditch—good music, good energy, zero judgment. You're going to remember what it feels like to just exist without performing for anyone."
"P, I don't think—"
"I'm not asking." Her voice softens. "Babe, I love you. But you've been disappearing for weeks and I'm not going to watch you convince yourself you deserved what he did. You didn't. And you're not going to find that out by hiding in here."
So that's how you end up in the back of an Uber forty minutes later, wearing the one dress Pietra pulled from the back of your closet that still makes you feel a little bit like yourself. Your heart's hammering with anxiety, but Pietra's hand is warm in yours, and she keeps squeezing it every time you start to spiral.
"Just a few hours," she promises. "If you hate it, we'll leave. But I think you need this."
The venue is exactly what she promised—dimmed lights, pulsing music, a crowd that's here to dance and laugh and be themselves without apology. It's been so long since you've been somewhere that didn't feel like a performance, somewhere you didn't have to worry about who was watching or what they'd say about you later.
You're standing near the bar, letting the music sink into your bones, when you feel it.
That pull. That awareness of being seen.
You turn, and that's when you see him.
He's across the room, leaning against a pillar with a drink in his hand, and he's looking right at you. Not the way your ex used to look at you—cataloging your flaws, deciding if you were worth the effort. This is different. Warm. Curious. Like he's seeing something he didn't expect to find but is really glad he did.
Lando Norris.
You know who he is, obviously. Pietra's mentioned him before—he's mates with Max, part of that whole F1 world that always felt distant and untouchable. But right now, in this moment, he's just a guy with bright eyes and a soft smile, and he's walking toward you like it's the most natural thing in the world.
"Hi," he says when he reaches you, and his voice is warm, a little bit unsure in a way that immediately puts you at ease. "I'm Lando."
"I know," you say, then immediately want to cringe. "Sorry, that sounded—Pietra's mentioned you. I'm—"
"I know who you are too," he says gently, and there's no judgment in it. No pity. Just acknowledgment. "Can I buy you a drink?"
You should say no. You should protect yourself, keep your walls up, not let anyone close enough to hurt you again.
But there's something about the way he's looking at you—like you're not a headline or a cautionary tale, just a person he'd like to know—that makes you say yes.
You talk for hours.
Not about your ex, not about his career, not about any of the noise that usually surrounds both of you. He asks you about the book you're reading, the playlist you've been obsessed with lately, the trip you took to Scotland last summer. He listens—really listens—leaning in close so he can hear you over the music, his eyes never leaving your face.
"You're easy to talk to," you say at one point, surprised by how true it is.
"You're easy to listen to, love," he says, and the nickname lands soft and sweet, like he's been calling you that forever.
When Pietra finally finds you near closing time, she takes one look at you and Lando—sitting close on a worn velvet couch, your legs angled toward him, his hand resting casually near your knee—and grins.
"I'm getting a separate Uber," she announces. "You two look busy."
"P—" you start, but Lando's already pulling out his phone.
"I'll make sure she gets home safe," he promises, and Pietra nods, satisfied.
He does. He rides with you all the way to your flat in Clapham, even though it's completely out of his way, and when you reach your building, he walks you to your door.
"Can I see you again?" he asks, hands in his pockets, looking almost nervous.
"Yeah," you say, and you mean it. "I'd really like that."
He texts you before you even make it inside.
Lando: Had a really good time tonight, darling. Sleep well x
You fall asleep with your phone in your hand and a smile on your face for the first time in months.
The next few weeks feel like stepping out of a storm into sunlight.
Lando texts you first, every time. Good morning messages with little updates about his day, random thoughts he wants to share, questions about yours. He remembers everything—that you take your coffee with oat milk, that you're anxious about an upcoming work presentation, that your favorite film is Pride and Prejudice and you've seen it at least thirty times.
Your dates are quiet, private. Coffee at a tucked-away café in Notting Hill where no one looks twice at either of you. Walks along the South Bank at dusk. Nights at his apartment in Woking, where he cooks you dinner (badly, but enthusiastically) and you end up ordering takeaway and watching old race highlights while he explains the technical details you don't understand.
He never makes you feel like you're too much.
When you ramble about something you're passionate about, he doesn't cut you off or look bored—he asks follow-up questions, leans in closer, smiles like he could listen to you talk forever.
When you're quiet, lost in your own head, he doesn't demand explanations. He just reaches for your hand, presses a kiss to your knuckles, murmurs, "I've got you, baby."
The nicknames become constant. Love. Darling. Baby. Sweetheart. Lovely. Each one lands like a small reassurance, a reminder that he sees you and likes what he sees.
"You're different than I expected," you tell him one night, curled up on his couch with your head on his shoulder.
"Yeah?" He's playing with your hair absently, fingers gentle. "How so?"
"I don't know. I thought you'd be... more. Louder. More intense."
He laughs softly. "I can be. But I don't have to be. Not with you." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I like this. Just us. No noise."
"Me too," you whisper.
And you do. God, you do.
For the first time since your breakup, you feel like you can breathe. Like maybe you're not fundamentally broken. Like maybe you're exactly enough.
Lando feels like the cure.
It lasts eight perfect weeks.
Then the photos surface.
You're at the Monaco Grand Prix—your first time in the paddock, your first time being part of Lando's world publicly. You'd been nervous, but he'd been so reassuring, his hand steady in yours, introducing you to people with obvious pride.
"This is my girlfriend," he'd said, over and over, and each time it made your chest warm.
But someone had been watching. Someone with a camera.
By Sunday night, the photos are everywhere. You and Lando walking through the paddock, his arm around your waist. You laughing at something he said, his eyes soft on your face. You kissing his cheek before he got in the car.
The headlines write themselves.
Lando Norris Goes Public with New Girlfriend
Who Is Lando's Mystery Woman?
Lando Norris Dating Again After Split from Ex
And then, inevitably:
Is She Stable Enough? Lando's New Girlfriend's Messy Public Breakup Raises Questions
You're lying in bed in your hotel room when you see that one. Lando's at a team debrief, and you'd promised yourself you wouldn't look, wouldn't go searching for what people were saying.
But you do.
You always do.
The comments are worse than the headlines.
She's way too much for him. Did you see how clingy she was in those photos?
Isn't she the one who had that public meltdown with her ex? Red flag.
He could do so much better. She looks unstable.
Give it three months before she's crying on Instagram about how he broke her heart too.
She's using him for attention. So obvious.
Your hands are shaking. Your chest is tight. You can't breathe properly.
You know these comments don't matter. You know they're from strangers who don't know you, who are projecting their own issues onto pixels on a screen.
But they sound so much like the voice in your own head.
The one that says you're too much. Too broken. Too damaged to be loved properly.
When Lando gets back to the room an hour later, you're still staring at your phone, tears streaming silently down your face.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He's across the room in seconds, kneeling in front of you, hands cupping your face. "Baby, talk to me."
"They hate me," you whisper.
"Who hates you?"
"Everyone. They're saying—they're saying I'm using you, that I'm unstable, that you should—" Your voice breaks. "That you should leave before I ruin your life too."
His jaw tightens. "Let me see."
"Lando—"
"Let me see," he says again, firmer, and you hand over your phone with shaking hands.
You watch his face as he scrolls, watch the anger flash in his eyes, the way his grip on your phone tightens.
"This is bullshit," he says finally, setting it aside. "All of it. You know that, right?"
"But what if they're right?" The words tumble out before you can stop them. "What if I am too much? What if I do ruin everything?"
"You're not. You won't." He pulls you into his arms, holds you tight against his chest. "Listen to me, love. Those people don't know you. They don't know us. They're just noise."
"But—"
"No." He pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands still framing your face. "You are not too much. You are not broken. You are not going to ruin anything. I'm with you because I want to be. Because you're brilliant and funny and kind and I'm completely gone for you. Okay?"
You want to believe him. You do.
But the voice in your head is so much louder.
It gets worse.
Every day, there's something new. A think piece about whether you're "good for Lando's image." A Twitter thread comparing you to his ex-girlfriend, listing all the ways she was better. A TikTok analyzing your body language in the paddock, claiming you look "possessive" and "insecure."
You stop posting on social media. You stop looking at the tags. But it doesn't matter—the anxiety has already taken root.
You start pulling away.
Not all at once. Just little things. Taking longer to respond to Lando's texts. Making excuses when he asks you to come to races. Convincing yourself that he's better off without you there, without the scrutiny and speculation that follows you everywhere now.
"You're being quiet, lovely," Lando says one night over FaceTime. He's in his hotel room in Barcelona, and you're back in London. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Nothing," you lie. "Just tired."
"Baby." His voice is gentle but firm. "Talk to me."
"I'm fine, Lando. Really."
But you're not fine.
You're obsessively reading every comment, every article, every Reddit thread. You're comparing yourself to his ex, to other WAGs, to every woman who's ever been photographed with him. You're cataloging every flaw, every reason why he should leave.
You stop eating properly. You're not sleeping. You're having panic attacks in the middle of the night, convinced that you're destroying his career, that everyone's right about you.
Pietra notices first.
"You've lost weight," she says bluntly when she comes over one afternoon. "And you look like you haven't slept in days. What's going on?"
"I'm fine."
"Bullshit." She sits down next to you, takes your hand. "This is about the comments, isn't it?"
You don't answer, which is answer enough.
"Babe, you have to stop reading that stuff. It's poison."
"But what if they're right?" Your voice cracks. "What if I'm ruining his life? What if he's just too nice to admit it?"
"Have you talked to Lando about this?"
"I can't." The tears start falling. "I can't put this on him. He has enough to deal with."
"So you're just going to suffer alone and push him away instead?"
"It's better than dragging him down with me."
Pietra looks at you for a long moment, and you can see the worry in her eyes. "You're spiraling. And I don't know how to help you if you won't let anyone in."
But you can't let anyone in. Because letting people in means they'll see how broken you really are, and then they'll leave. They always leave.
The fight happens on a Tuesday night.
Lando's back in London for a few days before the next race, and he shows up at your flat unannounced because you've been dodging his calls.
"We need to talk," he says when you open the door, and his face is serious in a way you've never seen before.
"About what?"
"About the fact that you've been pulling away for weeks and won't tell me why." He steps inside, closes the door behind him. "About the fact that you're clearly not okay and you won't let me help."
"I'm fine—"
"Stop saying that!" His voice rises, and you flinch. He notices, and his expression softens immediately. "Sorry. I'm sorry, love. But you're not fine. I can see it. Pietra can see it. Everyone can see it except apparently you."
"I don't want to talk about this."
"Well, I do." He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. "Because I'm watching you disappear and I don't know how to stop it. I don't know what to do."
"You can't do anything!" The words burst out of you, sharp and desperate. "Don't you get it? This is who I am. I'm anxious and broken and too much, and eventually you're going to realize that and leave, so why don't we just—why don't we just end this now before it gets worse?"
The silence that follows is deafening.
"Is that what you think?" Lando's voice is quiet, almost hurt. "That I'm going to leave?"
"Everyone does." You're crying now, can't stop the tears. "My ex was right. I'm too intense, too emotional, too—"
"Your ex was a fucking idiot who didn't deserve you." Lando crosses the room, tries to reach for you, but you step back.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Don't try to fix this. You can't fix this. You can't fix me."
"I'm not trying to fix you!" He's getting frustrated again, you can hear it. "I'm trying to be here for you, but you won't let me. You won't talk to me, you won't tell me what's going on in your head—"
"Because what's going on in my head is that I'm ruining your life!" You're shouting now, all the fear and anxiety and self-loathing pouring out. "Every day there's another article about how I'm not good enough for you, how I'm damaged goods, how you should leave before I destroy your career. And they're right, Lando. They're right."
"They're not—"
"Yes, they are!" Your voice breaks. "You deserve someone stable. Someone who doesn't have panic attacks over Twitter comments. Someone who doesn't come with all this baggage and drama. Someone better."
"I don't want someone better." His voice is raw. "I want you."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't." The words feel like they're being ripped out of you. "Maybe you should go. Maybe we should just—we should end this before I hurt you too."
"You're not going to hurt me—"
"I already am!" You're sobbing now, can barely get the words out. "Can't you see that? I'm pulling you into my mess, and it's only going to get worse. So please. Please just go."
"Baby—"
"Go, Lando." You can't look at him. "Please. Just go."
The silence stretches out, painful and heavy.
Then you hear him move toward the door. Hear it open.
"I love you," he says quietly. "I know you don't believe that right now. But I do."
The door closes behind him.
And you collapse.
The week that follows is the worst of your life.
You don't eat. You barely sleep. You don't answer calls or texts—not from Lando, not from Pietra, not from anyone.
You just exist in the darkness of your flat and your own mind, convinced that you've done the right thing. That you've saved Lando from the inevitable disaster of being with you.
But it doesn't feel like relief.
It feels like drowning.
You spend hours scrolling through old photos of the two of you. Reading his old texts. Torturing yourself with memories of how safe you felt in his arms, how seen you felt when he looked at you.
The voice in your head is relentless.
You ruined it. You pushed away the best thing that ever happened to you. You're too broken to be loved. He's better off without you. Everyone is better off without you.
On day seven, Pietra uses her spare key to let herself into your flat.
She finds you on the couch, unwashed, surrounded by takeaway containers you haven't touched, staring blankly at the TV that isn't even on.
"Oh, babe," she breathes, and the concern in her voice almost breaks you.
"I'm fine," you say automatically.
"No, you're really not." She sits down next to you, takes in your appearance with worried eyes. "Have you eaten anything today?"
You don't answer.
"This week?"
Still nothing.
"Right." She pulls out her phone with shaking hands. "I'm calling Lando."
"No—" You try to grab the phone, but you're too slow, too exhausted.
"Yes," she says firmly. "Because I love you, and I'm scared, and you need help that I can't give you."
You hear her step into the other room, hear the low murmur of her voice. You should care. You should stop her.
But you're so tired.
Twenty minutes later, there's a knock at your door.
You know who it is before Pietra opens it.
Lando steps inside, and the look on his face when he sees you—concern and love and barely contained panic—almost destroys you.
"Hi, baby," he says softly, and his voice cracks on the nickname.
You can't speak. Can't move. Can only stare at him as he crosses the room and kneels in front of you, the same way he did that night in Monaco.
"I'm going to give you two some space," Pietra says quietly, and then she's gone, and it's just you and Lando and all the broken pieces between you.
"I'm sorry," you whisper finally. "I'm so sorry."
"Shh, no." He reaches for your hands, and you let him take them. "You don't have to apologize, love."
"I pushed you away. I said terrible things. I—"
"You were scared." His thumbs stroke over your knuckles. "You were hurting, and you were scared, and you thought you were protecting me. I get it."
"I thought—" Your voice breaks. "I thought you'd be better off without me."
"Well, you were wrong." He says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, that you almost believe him. "I've been miserable this week. Couldn't focus on anything. Kept checking my phone every five minutes hoping you'd text. Max had to physically take it away from me during the strategy meeting."
Despite everything, you let out a wet laugh.
"There she is," he murmurs, and the tenderness in his voice breaks something open in your chest.
The tears come then. Really come. Great, heaving sobs that you've been holding back for days, weeks, maybe months. All the fear and anxiety and self-loathing pouring out of you in waves.
Lando doesn't hesitate. He pulls you off the couch and into his arms, holding you so tight you can barely breathe, and you cling to him like he's the only solid thing in a world that won't stop spinning.
"I've got you," he murmurs into your hair. "I've got you, baby. Let it out."
So you do. You cry into his chest, your hands fisted in his shirt, and he just holds you. Rocks you gently. Presses kiss after kiss to the top of your head.
"I'm sorry," you sob. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
"Stop apologizing." His voice is firm but so gentle. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I'm such a mess—"
"You're not a mess. You're hurting. There's a difference."
"Everyone was right about me—"
"No." He pulls back just enough to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are red-rimmed, and you realize he's crying too. "Everyone was wrong. So fucking wrong, darling. You are not too much. You are not broken. You are not unstable or dramatic or any of the other bullshit they said about you."
"But—"
"Listen to me." His voice is fierce now, almost desperate. "You are kind. You are brilliant. You are funny and thoughtful and you make me laugh harder than anyone I've ever met. You remember the little things. You listen when I talk about racing even though half of it probably bores you. You make me feel seen in a way I've never felt before."
The tears are still falling, but you're listening. Really listening.
"Your anxiety doesn't make you broken," he continues, his thumbs wiping away your tears even as his own fall. "It makes you human. And the fact that you're dealing with all this shit—the comments, the pressure, the constant scrutiny—and you're still here, still trying, still fighting? That makes you the strongest person I know."
"I don't feel strong," you whisper.
"I know, love. I know." He presses his forehead to yours. "But you are. And I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you from all of it. I'm sorry I let it get this bad."
"It's not your fault—"
"And it's not yours either." He pulls back to look at you again. "None of this is your fault. Not the comments, not the articles, not the way your brain tries to convince you you're not enough. None of it."
"I don't know how to stop believing it," you admit, and it feels like the most honest thing you've said in weeks.
"Then let me believe it for both of us," he says simply. "Until you can believe it yourself. Let me remind you every single day that you're good enough. That you're more than enough. That I'm not going anywhere."
"You promise?"
"I promise, baby. I love you. I'm completely, stupidly in love with you, and nothing—not the comments, not the pressure, not your anxiety—is going to change that."
You break again, but this time it feels different. Like something cracking open to let the light in.
He holds you through it, whispering reassurances into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your temple, the top of your head. Over and over, like he's trying to kiss the pain away.
"Come on, lovely," he murmurs eventually. "Let's get you to bed."
You don't have the energy to argue. You let him guide you to your bedroom, let him help you out of the clothes you've been wearing for two days, let him pull one of his old hoodies over your head.
The smell of him—familiar and safe—makes you want to cry all over again.
He climbs into bed behind you, pulls you back against his chest, and wraps his arms around you completely. One arm around your waist, the other coming up so his hand can rest over your heart.
"I've got you," he murmurs into your neck. "You're safe. I'm not going anywhere."
You lace your fingers through his, hold on tight.
"I love you," you whisper. "I'm sorry I didn't say it before. I'm sorry I—"
"Shh." Another kiss to your temple. "I know, darling. I know."
You fall asleep like that, wrapped in him, his heartbeat steady against your back, his breath warm on your neck.
For the first time in a week, you feel like you can breathe.
You wake up to sunlight streaming through your curtains and the smell of tea.
For a moment, you panic—thinking you dreamed it, that Lando isn't really here, that you're still alone in your spiral.
Then you hear movement in the kitchen, and your heart settles.
He's still here.
You find him a few minutes later, standing at your stove in joggers and the t-shirt he wore last night, making tea and toast like he's done it a thousand times.
"Morning, lovely," he says when he sees you, and his smile is soft and warm and everything you don't deserve but desperately need.
"You stayed," you say, and your voice is still rough from crying.
"Of course I stayed." He crosses to you, cups your face gently. "I told you I wasn't going anywhere."
He kisses your forehead, slow and tender, and you close your eyes against the feeling.
"Come on," he murmurs. "Let's get some food in you."
You manage half a piece of toast and some tea, and he doesn't push for more. Just sits next to you at the counter, his hand resting on your thigh, his thumb drawing absent circles.
"We should talk," you say eventually. "About everything."
"We will," he agrees. "But not right now. Right now, you just need to rest."
"Lando—"
"Please, baby." He turns to look at you, and his eyes are so earnest. "Let me take care of you today. We'll figure out the rest later."
So you do.
You let him guide you to the couch, let him pull you into his side, let him wrap a blanket around both of you. He puts on Pride and Prejudice—your comfort film, the one you mentioned once in passing months ago—and you settle against his chest.
His fingers find your hair, running through it slowly, gently, the same way he did that first night at his apartment. His other hand holds yours, their fingers intertwined on his stomach.
Every few minutes, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. Your forehead. Your temple. Like he's trying to make up for the week you spent apart, trying to remind you that he's here and he's real and he's not leaving.
"I'm sorry I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me," he says quietly during one of the film's quieter moments. "I should have—I should have checked in more. Should have made sure you knew you could tell me when things got bad."
"It's not your fault," you say. "I'm the one who shut down. Who pushed you away."
"We both could have done better." He kisses your head again. "But we're going to do better now. Yeah?"
"Yeah," you whisper.
"I mean it, love. We're going to figure this out together. Better boundaries with social media. Maybe you talk to someone—a therapist who specializes in anxiety. I'll do better at protecting you from the worst of it. We'll make it work."
"What if it's not enough?" The fear creeps back in. "What if I spiral again?"
"Then I'll be there." He says it so simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll be there every single time, baby. For as long as you'll let me."
You tilt your head up to look at him, and the expression on his face—open and honest and full of love—makes your chest ache.
"I don't deserve you," you whisper.
"Yes, you do." He leans down, presses a soft kiss to your lips. "You deserve everything good, darling. And I'm going to spend however long it takes convincing you of that."
You kiss him again, deeper this time, trying to pour everything you can't say into it. Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you. I'll try.
When you pull back, he's smiling, and he tugs you closer, tucking your head under his chin.
"Rest, lovely," he murmurs. "I've got you."
So you do. You let yourself relax into him, let the sound of his heartbeat and the warmth of his arms and the gentle pressure of his kisses lull you into something that feels almost like peace.
It's not a miracle cure.
The anxiety doesn't disappear overnight. The comments don't stop. The pressure of being in the public eye doesn't magically become easier.
But Lando keeps his promise.
He's there for every wobble, every moment when the voice in your head gets too loud. He reminds you to eat, to sleep, to step away from your phone when the comments get too vicious. He holds you through panic attacks and celebrates the small victories—the days when you can scroll past the hate without it destroying you, the moments when you can believe, even just a little bit, that you're enough.
You start seeing a therapist. You set boundaries with social media. You learn to recognize when you're spiraling and actually ask for help instead of trying to handle it alone.
And Lando? He's patient through all of it. Never makes you feel like a burden. Never acts like your anxiety is an inconvenience.
He just loves you. Steadily. Unconditionally. With a thousand small gestures and soft words and gentle touches that slowly, slowly start to rewrite the narrative in your head.
Three months after that terrible week, you're back in the paddock for the British Grand Prix. You're nervous—the last time you were here, it triggered the worst spiral of your life.
But Lando's hand is steady in yours, and when you start to panic, he pulls you aside, cups your face, and looks at you with those steady eyes.
"You've got this, baby," he says firmly. "And if you don't, I've got you. Either way, we're okay."
And somehow, you believe him.
You make it through the day. Through the cameras and the questions and the inevitable comments that pop up online later. And when you start to spiral that night in the hotel, Lando's already there, pulling you into his arms, pressing kisses to your hair, reminding you of all the things you can't quite believe yet but are learning to.
"I'm proud of you," he murmurs into your hair. "So fucking proud, lovely."
"I couldn't do this without you," you admit.
"Yes, you could," he says. "You're stronger than you think. But you don't have to do it without me. Not anymore."
That night, wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, you realize something.
Lando was never the cure for your heartbreak. He was never supposed to fix you or make the pain disappear.
But he gave you something better: a safe place to heal. A steady presence that didn't waver when things got hard. A love that didn't demand you be perfect or put-together or anything other than exactly who you are.
And maybe that's the real cure. Not the rush of new love that makes you forget your pain, but the steady, patient, unconditional love that holds you while you learn to heal yourself.
"I love you," you whisper into the darkness.
"I love you too, darling," he murmurs back, pressing another kiss to your head. "Always."
And for the first time in longer than you can remember, you believe that maybe, just maybe, you're going to be okay.
Not because someone fixed you.
But because someone loved you enough to stay while you learned to fix yourself.
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Max adjusts to his new life with his fiancè and her twin kids. With another one on the way! What more could he ask for?
a.n/warnings - slightly suggestive! reader is younger than Max and the twins act like they own the paddock. Merc family and Papaya boys mentioned
❤️ liked by f1, RedBullRacing, maxverstappen, kimi.antonelli and 16, 300, 057 others
y/n02 Snowboarding at a resort in Canada! Also hoping for Max to get a podium this weekend 𖹭
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maxverstappen you and the girls were lovely as always! 230 replies ⤵︎
username aww Max being a girl dad is so cute!
username I'm starting to like this new family <3
username y/n seems like such a sweet woman
kimi.antonelli Thanks for the invite! 165 replies ⤵︎
y/n02 yeahh but I needed permission from your father Toto first xd
username lmao not y/n trolling Kimi
username Kimi's officially joined the Verstappen family??
Kimi would join you and Max after getting permission from Toto to go snowboarding for a day. Not having to worry about meetings as he was already briefed on all the details.
"Man! That was awesome!" Kimi quipped as he got comfortable in his seat. His cheeks hurting from laughing too much and because of the cold Canadian air. Max trusted Kimi enough that he let the twins sit beside him in the cable.
The pair were more than happy to talk with the Italian teenager as they conversed animatedly opposite you and Max. All while the five of you headed down the steep slopes of the snowy mountain.
Kimi insisted on booking another place to stay, not wanting to be a burden. But after a stern, yet caring request from Max. He decided to stay in the spare guest room. Still in disbelief that Toto was allowing him to stay in a cabin before race weekend.
"Are you sure you don't need help getting down?" Max would shout in concern from the bottom of the stairs. You had Ashlynn's luggage in hand. Which was pretty light when you lifted it.
"I'll be fine!" You yelled back, a smile tugging at your lips. Amused that Max once again, was worrying about you.
It had been a year and half since Max had left Kelly. After years of manipulation and grooming. He was ready to move on.
Max had you now. A caring, lovely partner. Who, despite your young age. Seemed mature and well spoken. He also couldn't forget your two chaotic kids that call him dad. Even though they were not his own, he doesn't mind.
Ashlynn was the older, outgoing twin. While Jeaneatte, or Jeanie as Max would call her. Was the more quiet twin.
The girls had been taking karting lessons since last year and Max was helping them. He didn't want to repeat what had happened between him and Jos. Wanting to become a supportive father rather than force his ideals on them.
While Max was upstairs with the girls. You were in the kitchen when you hear your name being mentioned on the news. Stopping midway through cutting some fruits as you hesitantly look up from the cutting board.
"Do you think Max made the right decision? Seems to me that this new fiancè of his is quite like Kelly in a sense. Just using him for their own benefit." One reporter would say. And the rest became a blurr. You're not sure when you zoned out until you felt the familiar presence behind you.
"Turn it off." Max would stay in a stern, yet careful tone. Realising that whatever the reporters would say would take a toll on you.
You however, wouldn't listen. Choosing to block out his voice while your hand gripped on the remote. The lies that were spewing out of their mouths replayed again and again in your head. Max finally goes over to you after you actively ignore him.
Grabbing the remote from your shaky hands and switching off the TV before chucking it towards the couch. He rubs his hand over his face as he tries to cool off. Clearly not happy with what his fiancè was going through.
He then looks up to see the frustrated look on your face and the tears that you were fighting back. Brows bunched together as thoughts raced in your mind.
"I'm fine," you mumbled. Almost pushing him away when Max walks over to you in concern. The crack in your voice saying otherwise.
"No schat. You're not." Max sighed while his demeanor softens. He then pulls you into his arms. Holding you close as you buried your face into his chest. Only he could make you feel warm and safe.
"You don't have to listen those idiots. They don't know what you like I do." Max whispers, pressing a gentle kiss ontop of your head. He wanted to say more. But knowing how much you like to overthink. He stops himself.
The two of you hear the twins wrecking havoc upstairs. Making you both turn your heads towards the stairs. Max clicks his tongue before resting his chin ontop of your head. A smile tugging at his lips in amusement. "Here they go again."
"I'll go." you offer reluctantly. That was until Max stops you from going and makes you look at him, hands holding your face tenderly. He looks down at you with a small, yet loving grin before leaning down to kiss you. "You stay here. I'll take care of them."
Max heads back downstairs after an hour. Turns out the girl were a pretty big handful. Begging him for bed time stories and refusing to sleep. He wondered how you managed to deal with them for 5 years.
"The girls are finally asleep," Max mumbled in exhaustion. Joining you on the couch. Bringing you close as his nose buried in the crook of your neck. The TV playing in the background as you mindlessly run your fingers through Max's hair.
"Finally." You sighed in relief after a long day. Max smiles against your neck after hearing the sarcasm in your voice. "Sounds like you need a break yourself."
You only hum in response, pulling up the duvet to cover you both. Max was currently laying down next to you. Despite the dutch man being so tall, he preffered to rest on your chest. At one point he got bored and started pressing small kisses on the exposed part of your neck. The scruffiness from his stubble making you squirm, making you turn away from the TV.
"What're you doing?" You'd ask groggily as your breath hitched in your throat. Words falling on deaf ears as Max kisses up from your neck back up towards your warm lips. Letting out a small gasp of surprise when he does so.
He was adament on making you feel good as he switched positions. Caging you in his arms as he kissed you slow and with intent. While also trying to avoid contact with your stomach that wasn't even swollen yet.
Your arms snake around his thick neck. Fingers tugging at his soft, sandy blonde hair as you both kissed eachother breathlessly. With Max whispering praises at how good you were to him, as he held you in place when your hips arch upwards out of instinct.
Max kisses never failed to leave you wanting more. They felt hot, feverish and like always. Very driven. Much like how he was on track.
Poor Kimi froze when he saw the couple entangled under the duvet the next morning. Lucky for him though, the two of you were fully clothed and fast asleep.
He didn't mention what he saw. Not even at breakfast or when you guys got ready to leave.
"Maxie save me!" A high pitched voice calls out to him from down the hallway. Max laughed softly as Ashlynn hid behind him, completely out of breath. As Jeaneatte stormed in with a pout to her lips. "Lynney stole the last bar of chocolate!"
After Max resolved the issue by handing them both chocolate bars. It was time to head to paddock for briefings with the RedBull team.
When you arrive outside the massive hospitality suites. A massive crowd awaited. They were all keen on seeing you, the twins and Max after a year. Camera's flashing as well as Fans reaching out with caps and posters. Some being rally fans who were there to support you.
"Looks like you have more fans than me." Max muses as he bends down to whisper in your ear, hearing the smile in his voice. You roll your eyes at his comment but in this case, he was right. Many had posters of you held up, as well as your merch.
Max lets you walk towards the excited crowd with a smile on his face. Proud that his fiancè was getting love and recongintion like she deserved. Ashlynn was perched ontop of his shoulders while Jeaneatte went with Kimi to the basketball hoop near the building.
"Hi everyone! Are you all ready for the race this weekend?" You asked the crowd, as one girl handed you a pen. They all shouted "Yes!!" in unison. Almost catching you offguard as you took a step back with a shy grin. Some girls also congratulated you on your pregnancy and wished you the best.
Even the twins ended up signing a few items. With practice, they had perfected their own signatures. Which the fans adored! They also couldn't stop gushing over you and Max.
"You're honestly such a sweet woman! We're so happy Max is dating you!"
"So excited for the wedding! Who from the grid are invited??"
"We heard you've adopted Kimi! Is that true?!"
You tried containing your laughter as you covered your mouth after hearing the last question. This was because you had made eyecontact with Toto from the balcony on the Mercedes building.
Who had been watching the whole ordeal for a while now. Thankfully, the man seemed amused and even had something to say himself. "He's more than welcome to stay with you guys!"
"Toto we have two new drivers who can join the junior team!" Kimi would yell back as he pointed towards Ashlynn and Jeaneatte with a cheeky grin. Bono shakes his head with a hand to his forehead, hiding his grin. Trying his very best to keep it together.
"What the --? Where did they go?" Kimi would say. Hands flying to his head as he looked around frantically. Max looked at him in amusement since he knew where the girls were. "I'm sure they're nearby."
Lando and Oscar attempted to walk past without getting noticed. The girls however, did notice. Running over to them to bring them towards the Mclaren suite without a second thought. The two boys giggling to themselves as they eagerly ask the Papaya boys if they could see their cars.
"I mean...I don't see why not?" Oscar would say with a shrug. Flashing the twins a boyish grin. Lando peeked over his shoulder to see where you and Max were. "Don't we need to ask the parents first?"
You and Max had to go after the pair of misfits after Lando waved them over. Now everyone understood why the girls were called 'the paddock princesses'.
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