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bunny-norris · 2 days ago
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they just can’t catch a break
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neiich · 3 days ago
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OMG FIA YOU ARE SO OBVIOUS 🤦🤦🤦
you literally waited that Mclaren swapped positions and then put virtual safety car...THIS IS BULLSHIT 🤦🤦🤦
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fcaruana · 5 days ago
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he saw the giant picture of himself and got shy ?? 😭
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verstappenalty81 · 2 days ago
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overtake · 2 days ago
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BACK WHERE HE FUCKING BELONGS
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maxedes · 2 days ago
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this isn‘t a sport anymore it‘s a whorehouse with the amount of cunt max is serving
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thearchercore · 3 days ago
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only charles and max can pull this off while driving for two different teams
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mvcl3316 · 2 days ago
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Max:"here i just got stuck cause charles is actually quite decent"
THE HAIR TUCK!! GOD THIS MAN
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tyrannosaurus-maxy · 2 days ago
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wet cat meowstappen
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belqva · 2 days ago
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— NO OTHER HEART ꪆৎ ˚⋅ [lando norris]
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pairing: lando norris x reader
synopsis: you comfort lando after the events of the brazilian grand prix
word count: 0.8k
a/n: you know what they say the devil works hard but tumblr writers work harder! english is not my first language!! there isn’t much to say really the fic speaks for itself, I’m absolutely heartbroken for Lando 💔 as always my recs are open!
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You step quietly from the bathroom, padding softly across the cool floor as you return to the hotel room you’re sharing with Lando. The evening Sao Paulo air hums faintly through the window, thick with the memory of a long, disappointing race. One night here before flying back to England, and it’s clear he’s wrestling with every second of it. The race weekend just… didn’t come together. Barely scraping into Q2, battling through a tough race, and ending P6 while Max took the win. His championship dreams seem to be slipping through his fingers like sand, fading at lightspeed.
You open the door gently, taking in the quiet expanse of the hotel room and finding Lando on the edge of the bed, his back to you, head buried in his hands. Tension radiates from him, heavy and unmoving, and it tugs at your heart.
Without saying anything, you step closer, placing a careful hand on his shoulder, light as a whisper. “Lan…” Your voice is soft, a thread in the quiet.
He lifts his head, meeting your gaze with an expression so blank, it’s like he’s hollowed out. No anger, no frustration—just this bleak emptiness that stirs something deep inside you. You sit beside him, keeping your arm wrapped around him, grounding him, holding him steady.
“Lando, I—” you begin, but he cuts you off, his tone edged with exhaustion.
“Please, I don’t want to talk about it.” He lets out a frustrated breath, and you feel his shoulder tense under your hand.
You turn to face him, gently coaxing his chin up to look at you. “Lando, I know you don’t want to talk. But ignoring it won’t make it go away.” Your words are quiet but firm, steady, because he needs that right now.
His gaze flickers, a brief flash of anger, though you know it’s not really aimed at you. “There’s nothing to fix, Y/N. It’s gone. All of it, because of my driving,” he snaps, the words tumbling out before he can catch them. His anger wavers, softening just at the edges, but it stings all the same.
You take a steadying breath, resisting the urge to match his frustration. Instead, you lean closer, voice gentle yet unwavering. “You don’t get it, Lando.”
He huffs, his tone almost mocking, almost defensive. “What don’t I get, huh? If you’re so smart, then explain it to me.”
The weight of his disappointment is heavy between you both, and for a second, you hesitate. But then you see it—behind the frustration, the anger, the shame. He looks like a kicked puppy, lost and vulnerable, and it breaks your heart.
“Lando, it’s not your fault,” you say, your voice firm but full of warmth. You feel him still, his eyes flickering as he processes your words. “It’s not. The team made mistakes, the setup wasn’t right. Yes, maybe you slipped up, but you gave it everything you had.”
He’s silent for a moment, staring down, lost in his thoughts. Finally, he mumbles, barely audible, “But it wasn’t enough.”
You take his face gently in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Listen to me, Lando. I will love you no matter what. Championship or no championship, none of that changes how I see you. I love you if you’re rich, if you’re poor, if you’re old, if you’re tired. None of this changes what you are to me.”
Your voice wavers, a rawness creeping in as your own emotions surface. “This hurts me as much as it hurts you. Seeing you like this, feeling this pain—I wish I could take it away. But this is motorsport, Lando. This is Formula 1. It’s brutal, and it’s unforgiving, and I know you know that.”
His lips part, his eyes glossing with unshed tears as he finally allows himself to feel everything he’s been holding back. The first tear slips free, tracing a line down his cheek, and you open your arms. He doesn’t hesitate—he just collapses against you, burying his face in your shoulder, gripping you like you’re the last solid thing in a world that’s crumbling around him.
You stroke his hair, the familiar scent of him filling your senses as you hold him, feeling his silent sobs shake against you. “I will love you, Lando Norris, no matter what,” you whisper, voice thick with emotion. “I need you to know that. You’re my anchor just as much as I’m yours.”
You both stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the silence speak louder than words. You bury your face in his messy curls, and together, you grieve the almost-end of a season that held so much promise. But despite everything—the heartbreak, the frustration, the unfulfilled dreams—the love between you is fierce and unwavering, a light that refuses to go out.
And in this moment, with the world shut out, you’re two pieces of the same soul, holding each other up, finding strength in the love you share. Because even when everything else falls away, even when the races are lost and the dreams go unrealized, you’re here. And that’s all that matters.
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cadillacjohnf1 · 2 days ago
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Nico getting the first black flag in 17 YEARS is depressingly impressive like wow how did you manage that?
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maxz-b · 2 days ago
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genuinely gun to my head i could not have come up with a funnier line-up for a podium like we really got soon to be 4 time wdc max verstappen, a guy he got into a physical altercation with, an ex-teammate who lasted less than a season next to him, and those two were also once childhood friends who had a mystery falling out and now cannot interact in a normal human being way anymore? hELLO i am howling
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skitskatdacat63 · 3 days ago
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Fernando and Oscar too!!!!!!!
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f1archives · 2 days ago
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Max Verstappen wins in São Paulo - Brazil, 2024
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pucksandpower · 2 days ago
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“Talk dirty to me, baby.”
“Remember how Max Verstappen went from P17 to P1 and won the São Paulo Grand Prix?”
“Mmm, yeah. Just like that.”
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fcaruana · 3 days ago
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colapinto, race like you flirt!
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