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you guys may forget but i won’t it’s cause he’s evil and a criminal you just think he’s not cause he looks like a puppy. he is the bitey puppy who ate the pillows and didn’t get in trouble

I’ve never had particularly strong feelings about charles leclerc but this weekend has made me see him in a very different light.

he started off with a very unsportsmanlike tap at lando’s car out of pure rage (in a free practice at that) and got away with just a reprimand and now after a critical and emotional race for his teammate (a teammate who’s been by his side for 4 years, has always been second to him, had laid himself bare so he could win in monaco, was at his last home race with the team) basically went on air to not only shit on what went down in the race but also slight him as a racer itself. that was honestly disgusting and so incredibly disrespectful. it doesn’t match with the selfless and sensitive driver he’s usually painted as, that’s all I’m saying.

P3!! THATS PÔLE

Max Verstappen I'm going to get you pregnant MY FUCKING GOATTT

landonorris: POOOOOOLE POSITION!! Good to be back. ☝️

Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton in Parc Ferme after qualifying 1st and 3rd respectively for the Spanish Grand Prix

what if we laugh together outside our smoking motorhome whilst you’ve got no shoes on 🥰

LEWIS PODIUM FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS YEAR😫🫶 CRYING

Omg F1 Tumblr is going insane, can some please catch me up? I’ve been AWOL since the last 3 race weekends and now I’m lost.

LANDO NORRIS is the best driver on the grid, or at least you think so. which is why watching the press conference put a hole in your heart.

"um, i think we quite easily had the best car out there today, i just didn't do a good enought job off the line and then that one thing cost me everything" you watched as the interview continued. the british driver was clearly dissapointed with himself, falling just short of the coveted top step because of one decision. the thing making it sting the most, was that this was the second week in a row of the same occurance.

"uh, today we were the quickest, i had the best car out there, and, um, i didnt maxamize it. the start's down to me and doing what i get told and executing that. with a good start we easily would've won." normally you would head straight to the hotel with some other wags to get some drinks and wait for the boys to be done with media, but today you wanted to see lando before you left. as the press conference wrapped up, you waited for himin the hospitality area of mclaren.

the papya man sulked into hospitality, not bothering to lift his head and see you.

"lan!" you called gently. as green eyes met yours, the man's frame visibally relaxed. he opened his hand for you to take, bekoning you towards him. as he walked you towards his driver's room, you studied his features. his jaw tense and eyebrows were low, trying to hide saddened eyes.

it hurt you to see him like this. a month ago he'd be hanging onto you and asking which dress you were going to wear out to celebrate, but now p2 wasn't good enough. to some extent you were happy for him. the car was competitive now, but lando was starting to be so hard on himself if he wasn't perfect during a race.

lando pushed the door to his room open for you, leaving you to plop onto the small bed as he changed. before you could think of what to say to make your boyfriend feel better, he spoke,

"hey, its probably going to be a long one tonight," lando said, uncharistically down, "you can just take my car and i'll uber to the hotel after we're done."

"no i'll just wait for you to be done, it's okay i want to be here"

"baby can you please just take the car?" his eyes clamped shut and he ran a hand through his messy curls, "i really don't have the energy to turn this into a debate." his tone was stiff. it sent chills down your spine that you had never felt before.

"okay," and thats where the conversation ended. the room was silent until lando had to leave for the race debreif. he pecked you on the cheek, said a very quiet, "bye" and strode off. leaving you sat in the small room, wondering if you could say or do anything to make him feel better.

THE HOTEL was quiet without him. you thought about passing some time with the other wags by the bar, but didn't want to be the one to kill their vibe.

walking into the shared room, you beelined straight for the bedroom. stripping off your old outfit, opting into a hoodie and some sweats (courtesy of lando). as you laid in bed scrolling through your phone, your mind dwelled on lando. what could you do to help? make him dinner? have a chat? should you even say anything at all? you were exhausting yourself.

as your thoughts raced, you found it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. eventually succumbing to the desire for sleep, you drifted off.

a hand falling on your shoulder stirred you from your slumber. you opened your eyes to a wet headed lando norris looking down at you.

"hey darling, how was your night?" he sank into bed and you immediately fell into his chest.

"it was alright," you murmmered sleepily, "how was the meeting?"

"fine," he replied sternly. this wasn’t the first time a race had gone poorly for lando of course, however normally he was vocal with you about his feelings. venting about team strategy, his performance, other drivers, tire degradation, the list was endless; which made the silence all the more deafening.

“do you wanna talk about it at all?” he scoffed in return, an extremely unusual response from the brit. as the seconds dragged on, you became less and less sure that you were going to get a real answer, “i get that you’re upset, but-”

“oh you get it?” the driver spat, “you understand the feeling of coming second to max again simply because you are worse. no team strategy to blame or anyone in your way?” he looked at you with expectant eyes, “yeah, i didn’t think s-“

“lan stop,” you cut him off, “this isn’t fair. i was just giving you the opportunity to vent and now you’re talking like it’s my fault. i have no control over how your race goes,” you cupped his cheek, “yes, i love watching you succeed, but i’m not here for a top step, or a signing bonus. i’m here for the dnfs, and the horrible stratigies, and the blown starts,” lando grimaced at the last one, “i want to support you every second, of every hour. so stop barking at me like i’m zak brown and start speaking to me like i’m your girlfriend who just woke up to talk to you.” the driver grinned at your stupid comparison.

“i’m sorry, love,” your boyfriend replied softly, “can i try again?”

“of course lan,” a few beats passed “how was the meeting?”

“it was long and tiring, i think i’ve talked enough racing tonight to last me at least two weeks,” he paused and ran a hand over his face, “i really don’t think i can talk about it anymore though, im sorry darling.”

“don’t apologize, you have nothing to apologize for,” you said calmly, “we can just go to sleep, i’m tired of hearing about it as well”

the driver pulled you close to him and buried his head into your chest. you pulled him in tight, running a hand through his unruly curls and he hummed in response. this was what he needed. no words could calm the thoughts in his head, simply your presence was all he desired.

after a few moments passed, you carefully slid a hand over his face; raising those brown eyes to meet yours, “i’m proud of you lan, always” the boy kissed you sweetly, and with that the two of you finally slept.

A.N: IM SO SORRY!!! starting college has been hectic, but i am semi- settled in so im gonna try to post somewhat regularly. maybe like once a week? but this specific fic was supposed to be posted after the spanish gp i believe but anyways …. tada!!

we got big points today!!! 🥰❤️‍🩹