#lando norris sad

[16wolke11]

CRESTFALLEN - Lando Norris

A/N Tuesday is for the tears

Summary: The reader struggles with the emotional rollercoaster of her relationship with Lando, who has been increasingly distant, only returning when it's convenient for him. After a painful confrontation, where the reader tells him she can't continue in a relationship where her needs are unfulfilled, and despite Lando's pleas, she decides to leave, acknowledging that it's time to let go and move on.

Words: 2276

Warnings: Sad Ending __________

When I woke up this morning, I just wanted to go back to sleep, avoiding what would happen today and ignoring all my responsibilities forever. Lando is returning home today, and what usually would be a day of happiness for me is now something I await with dread. Today is the day I am going to end this relationship if you can even call it that.

Every time Lando leaves for a race, appointments at the headquarters, or anything else, I am crossed out of his life. It wasn’t like this when we first started seeing each other, but it turned into this miserable thing over time. Even though I’ve seen improvements, I can no longer do this without hurting myself over and over again.

So when he texts me, ignoring the one I sent him while he was away, I make my way to his apartment. Standing in front of the door, I didn’t even want to knock, when I was usually so ecstatic to meet him again. I take a deep breath before finally lifting my hand, and it doesn’t take long before the door flies open to reveal a grinning Lando.

“Hey love,” he greets me, pulling me into the hallway and lifting my chin to press his lips to mine. As much as I would like to sigh, kiss him back, and just snuggle into his embrace, this is not what I’m here for.

“Stop, Lando,” I mutter against his lips and manage to get out of his grip, leaving him with a confused look.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed. But he does take a step back, letting me get rid of my coat, and I need to take a deep breath before speaking up.

“We need to talk.”

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Lando pouts, and I can feel some anger rising in my chest.

"This is serious, okay?" I snap and get a weird look in return. This isn’t a great start for a conversation, but since it isn’t going to be a good one, it might be okay.

"I just missed you. Can you at least give me a proper hug?" Lando mumbles, and I sigh. It feels like being guilt-trapped, but for him, it must be strange. Usually, I’m the first one to hug and kiss him when he’s back. Things have just changed without him noticing.

“I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself,” I mutter to myself but do hug him, knowing that it’s probably the last time I’ll be close to him. Almost giving in to his familiar touch, I lean my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. Lando did hear what I tried to only say to myself, and I can hear the confusion in his voice when he speaks up.

“What do you mean?”

I pull back from the hug and take a step back, trying to create some safe distance between us. “Me waiting for you to come back, waiting for this to become a real thing,” I begin, trying to find a starting point for this conversation that would make sense for Lando. He furrows his eyebrows, so I just keep rambling.

“Every time I think it might be different, you pull away again, leaving me behind like a convenient space-filler when you’re back home.” I try to stay strong, not wanting to cry at the beginning of the conversation, and calmly tell Lando my problem, but I know it’s going to be hard. Slowly, Lando’s eyes widen, and there’s concern on his face, like he’s slowly realizing which direction this conversation is going.

“It’s not like that. I don’t think you are…” He stutters, struggling to find his words, and ruffles his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly.

“Fuck, I never wanted to hurt you, you know that. Right?” Lando asks eyes fixated on me, and I lift one of my eyebrows at his question.

“Hurt me?” I ask him, thinking about what happened again and again during the last weeks. How my texts have been abandoned as soon as he left the country, and how he acted like nothing happened as soon as the plane touched down back here again.

“You’ve been doing that for months now,” I inform him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. A defensive move while trying to hold myself together and not fall apart.

“Acting like you care, and then just disappearing, acting like I never even existed.” I tell him what he did, at least from my perspective.

“I don’t know what to believe, what to think about you, and I need to figure out what you even want from me.” This is the reason for this conversation. Being with Lando was once my favourite thing, and now it’s something I fearfully look forward to. I can see that Lando gulps, fingers fiddling with each other. Good, at least he’s as nervous as I am about this topic.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Lando admits, and I would love to believe him, but I just can’t. He desperately speaks up again, and I try to listen to his words.

“I don’t even know how to fix this, I try…” At this point, I already have to stop him.

“You try, really?” I scoff at his words because it felt like many things, but not like he tried to make this relationship work for us.

“It doesn’t feel like it. You come and go out of my life like I’m just a side character in your game of life. But I’m not.” There are many emotions on Lando’s face, trying to bubble up to the top, but I’m not finished. It’s finally time to tell him how I really feel about the whole thing we shouldn’t even call an “us.”

“I’m not here for you to just mess with me when it’s convenient and leave when it’s not.” My voice cracks, and I need to blink a couple of times, trying to get rid of the first tears prickling in my eyes. He uses me when he’s back home, and when he leaves, it’s like he pauses his life here and just continues playing when he’s interested in it again. But the world keeps spinning here, even though he isn’t here.

“That’s not my intention. Please, just listen.” Lando begs, trying to grab my wrist, holding onto me, but I snap my hand back, knowing I will fail to stay strong when his soft touch is on my skin. Lulling me back into the good times, but I need to keep a clear head now.

“I’ve listened to your excuses and promises for long enough. You’re no longer the person I fell for. You keep changing, and I don’t feel like I know you anymore.” I am no longer sounding as strong as I would like to, my voice rather thin, but I need to tell Lando how I felt during the last weeks. In the beginning, he was sweet, and I understood that his life was busy, but time passed, and he is no longer the one I fell in love with. The one who called me late at night just to talk for a bit, or even to keep each other company while watching a movie even though we were miles apart. Now he is the one who puts me away and just pulls me back out when it’s convenient for him.

“I never wanted that to happen,” Lando promises, now pacing up and down the room.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He looks straight at me, and I try to listen to his words, maybe even to an explanation.

“I feel like I don’t even know how to be what you need.” Lando says, hesitating for a moment before continuing his speech. “You deserve someone who gives you everything, and I… I can’t do that.” He admits, and my heart aches. Even though I am angry at him, at the same time it hurts to see him broken. But for my own sanity, this needs to be done.

“Then why are you still here?” I ask him. When he is aware that he isn’t the right person for me, why didn’t he leave? Keeps torturing my feelings even though he tells me he knows better.

“I already gave you all of me, and you tell me it’s not enough? Is that the reason I’m not enough?” The tears flow now, but I don’t care. I could prepare myself for this conversation as much as I wanted, but some things just caught me off guard.

“It’s not about you not being enough. You are everything to me! But I don’t know how to let you be loved the way you deserve by me. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to.” Lando tells me, and my heart breaks at the sight of him. His slumped shoulders and the absolutely broken look in his eyes. It does take me only a few seconds to realize the meaning behind his words.

“You’re afraid of love.” I whisper, a realization which does make sense, but makes everything just more painful than it already is.

I take a deep breath before coming to another hard point on my list. “And I can’t keep waiting for you to see me, really see me, without hurting myself.” Trying to keep my head up, I look into Lando’s face, wanting to see his reaction and if he is at least as hurt by this as I am. “How long do you think I was supposed to wait for you to figure this out?” I ask him, my voice trembling, I hate the hurtful feeling in my chest, but I know I need to break it fully now to slowly heal it later. “How long am I supposed to act like it’s okay while you keep breaking my heart?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Lando’s voice breaks, and I need to look twice to realize that he is crying as well. I’ve never seen him so vulnerable, and as cruel as it sounds, it’s almost good for me to see him hurt. That he can experience these feelings and not just brush them off as it felt for me every time he left before.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore,” he tells me, and I believe him.

“I love you, I really do, but I’m terrified of losing you and pushing you away.” I need to close my eyes at his confessions, warmth flooding my broken heart, but I have to let my head take over before my heart falls again for him.

“You already did this. You already pushed me away. And I don’t know if I have the strength to keep doing this. I don’t know if I can keep loving you like this when you pull away every time it gets too real.” I know it’s cruel to give him crumbs like telling him about the love, but I try to be honest. Put all my feelings into this, and this includes the hurtful things as well.

“Please don’t leave me.” Lando pleads, and he takes my hand in a desperate grip.

“I need you, and I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, but I’m scared. Scared of ruining everything, and I swear I…” He sniffles softly and takes a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down.

“I’ve tried too, you know.” I tell him and carefully start to remove his fingers from my hand. Fingers shaking, but I am determined to stay strong. “But it always felt like I was fighting this battle alone. I can’t be the only one trying anymore. I need someone who wants this, wants me.” I explain to him and take a step back, trying to bring back some distance between us.

“I want you, more than anything. I just need time.” Lando tells me, his fingers curling into his hoodie like he needs something to hold on to.

“I don’t have any time left. I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m worth it. Maybe I’m not, at least not for you.” This was something I thought about during Lando’s last trip. Maybe I am worthy of love, but not just of Lando’s.

“I just need to let go of the hope that one day everything will be perfect.” The little cry that comes with these words makes me sound even more miserable, but the truth has to be spoken. I need to let go of the perfect image of an “us” and try to go on with my life.

“Don’t say that.” Lando tells me, attempting again to grab my hand, and I let him, probably for the last time.

“Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracks, and I would like to hug him, tell him that everything is going to be okay, but that would be a lie.

“You are everything to me, and I will lose everything without you.” Lando pulls me closer, desperate, while we both just cry. He doesn’t stop me when I pull back my hands, his arms slumping down on the side of his body, and I can see the spirit breaking in his eyes when I step back.

“Maybe it’s already too late, Lando,” I whisper and turn around, finally leaving his apartment, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him if I stayed any longer. This end is a beginning, and outside the building, I am finally able to breathe again for the first time in forever.

[spicyclover]

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Summary : It's bittersweet to think about the damage that you did.

Hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know in the comment section.

Thank you! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

When the door closed that night, I collapsed on the floor of my kitchen, on the cold tiles. In the weeks that followed, I spent them in a blur. I kept myself busy to stop thinking, to stop thinking about you. I lived on automatism. I'm a fucking robot, because of you. I get up in the morning without motivation and go to bed with the ball in my stomach to meet you in my dreams.

I’ve been going over and over our conversation. I’m a bet. A fucking, humiliating bet. I have never been more shame than that evening. Everyone knew and no one told me. They knew that I loved you so bad, and I let you treat me like that. I'm so naïve. I just want myself back. I just wanted to be enough. Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? But don't tell me you're sorry. You should feel sorry for yourself. An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.

Once the door was closed. My friends left with you. Because you bring them more than I could ever and it hurts like hell. To see these "friends" I know since my early childhood mock me for my naivety. Until this day, it is hard to believe. I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one, In a short time you became the reason I get up in the morning and the reason I like to dream. And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone.

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that you did. You betrayed me.

For the first time since we broke up, I saw you in the street. You had your arm on a new girl. Showing her off like she's a new trophy. A happy and rested look on your face. I wish I dared to come running and punch that smile off your face, but I couldn’t move. You hang out in public with her, but never with me. I went home with tears in my eyes and no morale. It was the first time I managed to leave home after weeks of moping.

The more time passed, the more I felt my head getting out of the water. My body was less numb and I started breathing again, enjoying what I used to love. I adopted a little puppy at this time of my life, the kind we talked about in our long late-night discussion about our future together. You gave me your word. He's the world to me now. Milo, the dog.

The late afternoon often takes me to the beach. I let Milo run on the deserted beach and play with the waves. I take advantage of this moment of calm to observe the sunset. I breathe in and out deeply, letting my last thoughts of you go into the sea. I feel free. After three months of hell, I’m back to normal, like you never existed.

"Hi, bab..." That voice is yours. Why do you come back? Why do you haunt me like that? I turn around and there you are, in all your splendour. Your curls are more beautiful than ever, your face more beautiful than ever. I can't let you win. I walk away from the beach. Milo follows me. I feel your eyes following me soon it's your footsteps I hear. "Please, Y/n, I need to talk to you."

"I think you said enough. You should go back to your new girlfriend. I think she's getting lonely." I said without looking back. The waves fade and I feel your hand grab my arm.

[turn3tifosi]

elephant in the room - rowan drake

lando norris x fem!reader

when your relationship is no longer what you knew, do you leave it all behind or stay, even though it hurts?

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When did you lose him? When you said you couldn't come to his race? When you missed his phone call because you fell asleep? When did you two, who once couldn't live without each other, learn to sleep in different rooms, learn to not talk about where he was the previous night when you knew he didn't have a meeting and he wasn't with his best friends?

You never asked. This- whatever you two had left now, hurt less than asking him if it was over. He knew this too. So he never said anything when you saw a lipstick stain on his shirt or a mark on his neck. You went on dinner dates, posted pictures together. It all seemed fine for a fleeting moment.

He didn't regret going out and having fun with some other girl. So why shouldn't you let yourself fall for some else? Your relationship, yours and lando's was crumbling. You found your refuge in Theo. He was the barista at the cafe you often went to, with Lando. In his absence, you still went. Theo noticed, and started chatting you up. You felt yourself falling. That day, when you went back to your shared apartment, you had a shy smile on your face, Lando noticed. He knew the smile well. The same one you had when you two had begun dating. It stung him, but he was not mad. You knew this. And it hurt.

You waited. Waited for him to say something. To say "We're over" or cry and beg for forgiveness, just something. It never happened. So, like a coward, you left. When he was away somewhere in Japan, you packed up your stuff, wrote a note, blocked his number, kept the necklace he gave you on the dressing table and left. Just like that. Three years of what began as lovers and ended as strangers who lived together, gone. You had done well to make it seem as if there was no one else who lived there except him. As if you were just a ghost who stuck to him for far too long.

You rented a place in a different part of Monaco. You were planning on leaving the country and moving back to London, where your friends were, but for now this would work. You thought, hard, why you were with him as long as you were. You knew you didn't love him anymore, but he definitely fell out of love before you. So when did your heart think it was enough? When you talked to Theo and he made you feel as if you were the only person in the world? When you saw the picture of Lando with a girl on his arms that was definitely not you? When did it happen? Why did he never come clean? You wanted answers but you would never ask Lando. So you settled for creating excuses on his behalf, and left it at that.

It's over. He realizes. "It's been over for quite some time," you had written and he knew, but it hit him now. He doesn't know how it happened. He knew he loved her when they had begun dating. When did he fall out of love? When had he begun lying to her and why had she let him. He hated her, because he couldn't hate himself. He told himself that he was with someone else but would've stopped it if she told him not to. It was pathetic, he knew. It was the only way he could stop himself from running all around Monaco, finding her and apologizing.

This was it. He lost her. She was there for him to hold, but he looked everywhere else. His eyes were no longer just for her, and just how long can someone survive if they are forgotten?

[guyspleasehesmyfriend]

has this been done yet

[chaoticlandworlder]

lando: to have some of those privil- uhm privile- shit… SORRY

george: THAT’S A FINE!!

[source: @/ln4norris on X]

[georgiasbrainstuff]

I'm about to party on you Watch me, watch me party on you, yeah

[formulanni]

(Podium) class of 2024!

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[formulaoneisajoke]

Formula 1 2024 class dismissed

[f1daydreamer]

A Foolish Bet

Plot: What starts as a harmless bet between Lando and his friends turns into something much deeper—but a careless mistake might ruin everything.

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Part 2 Part 3

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The London café buzzed with quiet energy, a warm hum of conversation, the soft hiss of the coffee machine, and the occasional clatter of cups. It was the kind of place Lando Norris and his friends often found themselves in when they weren’t busy racing or traveling. Tucked away in a corner booth, the group lounged lazily, half-listening to Max Fewtrell’s story about a particularly embarrassing moment during a sim race.

But Lando wasn’t paying attention. His focus had drifted to the far side of the café, where you sat alone by the window, engrossed in a book. The golden afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating your features in a way that made you look like you belonged in a painting.

“Lando,” Max called, snapping his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “You’re zoning out, mate. What are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” Lando muttered, his ears turning pink.

“Doesn’t look like ‘nothing,’” Charles Leclerc chimed in, leaning over to follow Lando’s gaze. When his eyes landed on you, he smirked. “She’s gorgeous. Who is she?”

“No idea,” Lando admitted.

Max leaned back in his seat, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Alright, how about this? Let’s make things interesting. I bet you 300 dollars you can’t make her fall in love with you in five months.”

Lando’s jaw dropped. “Seriously? A bet?”

“Come on,” Max teased, nudging him. “It’s not like you need the money, but don’t tell me you’re scared to try.”

“I’m not scared,” Lando retorted, his competitive nature flaring up.

“Then prove it,” Charles added with a grin. “Five months. If you win, we each chip in 300 dollars. If you lose, you pay us. Deal?”

Lando hesitated, glancing at you again. He didn’t need the money, of course, he made more in a week than this bet was worth. But something about the challenge intrigued him. And maybe, just maybe, he wanted an excuse to talk to you.

“Fine,” he said, standing up. “You’re on.”

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You were so absorbed in your book that you didn’t notice someone approaching until a shadow fell across your table. Glancing up, you saw a tall, curly-haired guy with a friendly smile and warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing your book. It’s one of my favorites.”

Surprised, you tilted your head. “Really? Most people I know haven’t even heard of it.”

“Well, I’m not most people,” he replied with a playful grin. “Mind if I join you?”

For a moment, you hesitated. Strangers didn’t usually approach you like this, but something about his demeanor put you at ease. “Sure,” you said, gesturing to the chair across from you.

And just like that, the spark was ignited.

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Over the next two months, Lando made it his mission to get to know you. He showed up at the café more often, “coincidentally” running into you and striking up conversations. He learned about your favorite books, your love of rainy days, and the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passions.

Soon, casual coffee chats turned into proper dates. Dinners at cozy restaurants, late-night walks through the city, and lazy Sundays spent watching movies at his place. You found yourself drawn to his boyish charm, his sense of humor, and the way he always seemed to prioritize you, even when his schedule was packed.

By the end of the first month, you were inseparable. And by the end of the second, you were hopelessly in love.

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Lando couldn’t believe how quickly you’d become the center of his world. What had started as a silly bet was now the most important part of his life. He’d completely forgotten about the deal with his friends. All he cared about was you—the way your laughter filled his home, the way you fit so perfectly into his arms, and the way you looked at him like he was your whole world, too.

So much so that after just a month of dating, you moved in together. It was fast, sure, but neither of you could stand being apart. His once-bachelor pad was now filled with your little touches, your favorite candles, a growing collection of books, and even a blanket you insisted made his couch “cozier.”

Lando had never been happier.

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One Friday night, you and Lando hosted a small gathering at your shared apartment. It was meant to be a chill evening with drinks, snacks, and a lot of laughter. Max, Charles, and a few others were there, all in high spirits.

Max, however, was a little too “spirited.” After a few beers, he leaned back in his chair, grinning at Lando. “Man, I still can’t believe you actually won the bet.”

The room fell silent.

Lando froze. His heart dropped into his stomach as the words registered.

“What bet?” you asked, your voice steady but laced with suspicion.

Max’s grin faltered as he realized his mistake. “Uh, nothing. Just—”

“Max,” you said firmly, turning to look at Lando. “What bet?”

Lando opened his mouth, but no words came out. He felt like the air had been knocked out of him.

“Lando?” you prompted, your expression unreadable.

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A/N

Hi, everyone! That’s the end of part one of this Lando x Reader story. I hope you enjoyed the build-up and the tension! I’ll be working on part two soon, where we’ll see how the reader reacts to the revelation of the bet and what it means for their relationship.

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Side note: I have a math test coming up, and I’m absolutely terrible at math. If anyone has any tips for staying calm during exams, let me know! Also, don’t forget to reblog and like this post, it helps so much!🥹🫶🏻

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Stay tuned for more drama, and thanks for reading!

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[landoposition]

i miss them your honor

[81pastrys]

At a Loss

Summary— Lando loses his wife in a freak accident and Lila doesn’t understand where she went

Warnings— SAD ; death ; funeral ; car accident ; drunk driver ; hospital ; life support mentioned ; this is really sad ; Lila not understanding death

A/N— I will be apologizing here but I don’t expect forgiveness for this deranged piece…

Dad Lando List

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

No request, just my own deranged mind

It’s been nearly a year since his wife died suddenly. She was literally driving home from the grocery store, 5 minutes away from her house, when a drunk driver hit the drivers side of her car. Lila was with Lando at the house, a small grocery trip ended in a funeral. When his wife hadn’t come home for hours, he tried calling, texting, but nothing.

It was when a police officer knocked on his door with the information that she was in the hospital and not doing good that it all came hurdling down on him. He called her mum first and told her what he was told and they rushed to the hospital.

Their mums in the waiting room, Lando handed Lila to his mum as to not scare her from all the machines his wife was on. He held her hand as she took her last breath. Crying into her hand as the machines flatlined. He signed all the paperwork and got all her things that were still in tact.

He saw her car at the impound lot and broke down again. Her car mangled, the same car he bought her as an anniversary gift 3 years prior, the one she dreamed of having. Cisca had kept Lila the few days after, allowing Lando time to grieve and settle everything.

Him and Lila went to the funeral, front row, on display. Lila had no clue what was going on. The 2 year old confused on why everyone was crying and wearing the same color. She also wondered why there were so many beautiful flowers around a box.

Lando opted for a close casket funeral, for Lila’s sake. The picture of her mum on the big board didn’t help though. “Mama!” She said and pointed to it. Lando burst into tears again and Lila was confused.

The media went silent on Lando’s behalf while he took the next few races off. The drivers banding together to help him in anyway possible. Other drivers with daughters bringing them for play dates.

When racing resumed, Lando had no choice but to bring Lila along. It was hard at first, but she napped a lot. The other drivers bringing their daughters and wives when they could, allowing Lando to not have to worry.

Now during the break, she was inconsolable and Lando didn’t know why. Lila was screaming and crying, her tears nonstop flowing as Lando tried calming her down. She hiccuped from crying so hard and drenched her shirt with tears.

He took her shirt off and she was left in just a diaper. She didn’t want his touch, swatting him away while he kneeled. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked again, her crying drowning out what she kept yelling at him. She whined at him.

He was at a loss of why she was so upset, not letting him hold her and comfort the cries. “Mama!!” He finally understood her words and it pulled at his heart, now trying not to cry himself.

He hated how cruel the world was, taking his wife away so suddenly. Lila didn’t understand death, thinking her mum just left them. Lando hung his head and stood up. He didn’t know what to say or do anymore. She wants someone she can’t have.

He barely had time to grieve, taking care of Lila was his main priority and he didn’t want her to see him upset. It’s clear to him now that she didn’t have time to grieve either. Lila sat on the cold wooden floor, holding her pacifier as she screamed for her mum.

“I miss her too Lila.” He said to her. She paused crying and breathed in short breaths. He offered to hold her and she mocked his movement, also wanting to be held. He held her close to his chest as her tears were silently still falling. “Mama still loves you, sweetheart, she’s just not here to say it.” He whispered.

He looked up and tried to hold back the inevitable tears. His voice cracking as he cooed to Lila. “Mamas gone?” Lila asked, her little voice breaking Lando’s heart. He let the tears fall.

He had texted his mum in the middle of Lila’s screaming fit and she told him she was on her way. When the front door opened, the sight she saw was gut wrenching. Lando swaying an upset Lila while he himself was upset.

“My babies.” Cisca murmured. She wrapped her arms around them and told Lando how much of a good dad he was. “It’s not your fault baby, there was nothing else we could’ve done.” She cooed. He knew his wife’s death was not his fault, but it weighed on him as if it was.

“Mimi, where’s mama.” Lila sniffled. Cisca looked to Lila and back to Lando. Realizing why they were both upset, Lila wanted her mum and Lando couldn’t help her.

“Oh baby, mamas in a better place.” Cisca smiled, holding back her own tears. “How about we get you down for bed, yeah?” Lila nodded and Cisca took the little girl to bed. Lando sat down at his kitchen counter and cried.

… can I say that I kissed the brick before throwing it? Or cleaned the knife before stabbing? 😭

@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @pandabiiissh @kallanfiona @itznotsophia @chertik-007vvv

[dahwolfypotato]

i drew the whole 25 grid as kitties!!!! (final version) meow meow meow

[formulaonecrumbs]

part two: what a bland goodbye.

Lando Norris x secret (ex)girlfriend!reader

part one.

(partially requested) @idkwhatsoever04: I need a part -2 where lando regrets leaving reader and she moves on and makes him regret a lot or whatever the ending you prefer or she makes him work a lot to forgive him

summary: lando regrets letting reader go after hiding her and making her feel invisible. she moves on, but not without heartbreak, self-doubt, and him realizing what he lost too late.

warnings: heavy angst, secret relationship, jealousy, heartbreak, self-comparison/insecurity, regret, implied moving on, no happy ending.

A/N: helloooo low-key i was gonna give them a happy ending cause i love my baby lando and i hate putting him in sad situations but then i had a bad day and needed to take it out somewhere. SOOOO i hope someone cries to this, that’ll always be my aim when it comes to angst 🫶 also yes the title is the lyric from loml, i was crying to it earlier and just felt it was fitting. anywaayysss enjoy, my loves ❤️

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it’s always after they lose you that they realize you were everything.

lando didn’t expect silence.

he expected a fight. yelling, maybe. tears. a messy conversation that ended with you forgiving him like you always did.

but not silence.

not a blocked number.

not your clothes missing from his flat. your toothbrush gone. the empty drawer where your things used to be. not the absence of you lingering in every space he used to take for granted.

you didn’t leave a note. didn’t text. didn’t even say goodbye.

and for a while, he told himself it was for the best.

he told himself it was just temporary. that you needed space and you’d come back like you always did. that you’d cool down and realize that being private had always been the safer option. smarter. better.

but days turned into weeks.

you didn’t come back.

and he started noticing the little things.

he’d scroll through his camera roll, looking for a photo of something else, and find a video of you laughing instead. blurry. sunlit. caught mid-sentence.

his chest would ache.

he’d walk past a shop and see a display with that sweater you loved — the one you always stole from his closet. the one he found balled up on his side of the bed the day after the call.

he’d see a meme online and his first instinct would still be to send it to you.

and then he’d remember he couldn’t.

you were gone.

what he didn’t see was how broken you were after.

how you cried yourself sick on your bathroom floor the night you ended it. how you stared at yourself in the mirror and wondered what she had that you didn’t. if it was her smile. her style. her body. her confidence.

you picked yourself apart piece by piece, comparing everything you were to amelie — the girl the world wanted for him.

you stopped eating properly. stopped sleeping. everything reminded you of him. the playlist you made together. the shampoo he said smelled like “home.” the inside jokes that didn’t make sense without him.

it wasn’t just heartbreak. it was grief.

like mourning someone who was still out there, just choosing someone else.

but no one saw that.

because just like he kept you hidden, you kept your pain hidden too.

you didn’t want to be seen crying over someone who wouldn’t even say your name out loud.

so you disappeared for a while.

and when you came back, you weren’t the same girl.

you started going out. not to party — but to feel something other than sad. you met new people. you smiled in pictures even when it didn’t feel real.

and then one day… it did start to feel real.

your smile didn’t feel forced.

your laughter wasn’t fake.

and then there was him.

you met someone new. someone who didn’t keep you a secret. who held your hand in public without flinching. who posted blurry pictures of you with captions like “my girl” and “how did i get this lucky?”

he made you feel seen.

and lando noticed.

he saw the post late at night. a friend sent it to him without a word. just a link and a heart emoji.

it was a picture of you — hair messy, eyes bright, laughing into your drink while someone kissed your cheek. the guy’s arm was around your shoulders. your hand rested on his thigh.

you looked happy.

you looked like you’d moved on.

and that’s when lando felt it — the regret.

not the kind that flickers. the kind that burns.

he’d lost you. not just temporarily. really lost you.

and he didn’t even fight for you.

he let you walk away because he was scared of what the world would say, forgetting the only opinion that mattered was yours.

he kept you in the dark while someone else brought you into the light.

and now he was the one watching from the outside. alone. silent. hidden.

just like you had been.

he thought about texting you. a long apology. a plea. something.

but he didn’t.

because he knew.

he could see it in your eyes in that photo — the peace, the lightness, the way you weren’t looking back.

you weren’t his anymore.

and that was his fault.

he let the world have him. but you?

you were the best thing he never had the courage to claim.

THE END :>

[mgu-h]

post quali | bahrain gp 2025

[polite--cat]

my top favourite moments from this year's secret santa:

georgie bringing up alex repeatedly due to how they are married in real life

unfortunately he completely skipped over the great joke, "you've got the posing down to a T"

liam's true and genuine enthusiasm for his gift was SO CUTE. oscar did well!!

"whenever i take my driver cover off i'll be thinking about your butt" alex i love you

valterri guessing george because the frogs on the goggles look like him 😭

more footage of estie looking joyful in haas teamwear YIPPEE

plus, him talking about being an RC car freak, he's such a dork and i LOVE HIM!!!

yuki not knowing anything about mate was both funny and painful 😭brother you cannot have some "before you sleep" there is SO MUCH caffeine in chimarrão

i'm sorry but the contrast between lance's complete lack of charisma, to the video immediately cutting BACK to franco because he's too magnetic was very funny 😔

the whole franco saga in general was just great, he's a content machine and a STAR

lando joking with zhou he'd get him a knockoff dior but actually getting him a very sweet gift he appreciated was very him, i love it

getting to see the timeline of the chili costume bet was great, it really immediately motivated him

THE COUPLES PADEL LESSONS. i would say galex conspired but alex guessed george... suggesting he didn't know who george had. so they both INDEPENDENTLY decided to get them the same gift... more proof that they're married (and zak brown has a type)

[cuntlos]

girlhood is a struggle fr