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lando norris and nico rosberg chat after p2 finish at chinese grand prix 24
nico: we have a race, the two of us. because you're at 108. I won when I was at 111, my first race. so your time is coming
lando: I like your -- you're very positive. I'm the opposite, I'm always very negative.
nico, of all people, knows what it's like being a solid midfielder without winning that first race for so long and also recognizes the block it is for lando who hides behind self deprecating jokes and hypes him up. esp when you consider lando has been vocal ab drivers' mental health and nico himself did sports therapy and knows you can't survive in the f1 media circus while downplaying yourself.
it is super refreshing to see someone from the previous generation actually support the younger drivers instead of adding more pressure to it
it certainly isn’t yours, especially because you’re one of mclaren’s many supporters concerned about the layout of the shanghai circuit. the long turns and endless straights had you chewing your nails just looking at a picture of it, much less actually being there in the garage watching your boyfriend and his teammate during free practice 1— the only time they had to acclimate to the circuit before sprint qualifying.
as if that in itself wasn’t stressful enough, it starts raining during the qualifying session.
you know lando is good in the rain, really good even, but that knowledge doesn’t stop your heart from beating faster when it’s properly raining, everyone is slipping and sliding on the track, and lap times are being deleted left and right. which is why you have to restrain yourself from immediately celebrating when lando goes to the top of the time sheet, nearly 1.3 seconds clear of lewis hamilton, and gets on provisional pole.
“come on, come on,” you mutter to yourself, thumbnail between your teeth as you keep your eyes glued to the screen.
and, sure enough, his lap time is deleted for exceeding track limits at the final corner. you watch, crestfallen, as his name goes from first to the bottom. at any rate, you’re happy that someone other than red bull is on pole, but even seeing lando on the front row was exhilarating.
the time runs out on the session. you’re in the middle of letting out a long sigh, mentally preparing to comfort your boyfriend, who you’re sure is kicking himself already, when you happen to glance back at the tv at the exact moment his name shoots back up to p1.
“yeah baby!” you hear lando say over the radio in response to being told he’s officially on pole. “beautiful. simply beautiful.”
the rest of your sigh leaves your mouth, but instead of disappointment it’s complete and utter relief, a giddy laugh following right after. you’re always excited to see lando after he’s been in the car, but now you’re really excited.
you wait as patiently as you can while he talks to the media, and the moment his eyes meet yours you can tell that he’s having just as much trouble keeping his true excitement at bay.
you meet him halfway when he makes a beeline for the garage, letting out a quiet oof when his arms go around your waist and your feet leave the ground.
“fucking pole! holy shit, babe,” you laugh breathlessly in his ear when he sets you down and hugs you tight. “you scared me so bad.”
“you’re not the only one,” he replies, subtly kissing your temple before pulling you into the garage, away from the three cameras that have swiftly turned to face you both.
“p-freakin-one,” he says as soon as you’re both in the quiet safety of his drivers room.
“how does it feel?” you ask, taking a seat on the bed.
he leans against the closed door for a moment, a dreamlike smile on his face. “amazing. it always feels amazing.” he pauses. “almost forgot what it felt like, honestly.”
you hum. “hopefully it’s the first of many this season, hmm? i think you’ll win.”
“of course you do, baby.” he laughs, joining you on the bed.
“i’m serious!” you huff, bumping his shoulder with yours. “as long as it rains again. otherwise you’re cooked.”
lando’s jaw drops, and you press your lips together to poorly conceal a smirk. “all you ever do is hurt me,” he says dramatically, turning away from you.
“oh, come on,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your chin on his shoulder. “you and i both know that i have the utmost faith when it comes to you.”
“do you? do you really?” he asks, continuing with his little act.
“look at me,” you coo, turning his chin to face you.
even acting all mad, he still fixes you with such a loving look that you can feel yourself melting a little.
“i. love. you,” you say, punctuating each word with a short kiss on his lips. “and when you win tomorrow, you know exactly what i’ll say.”
“yeah, i know,” he tugs you into him, finally giving up on his act.
and so, when he wins, he’s perfectly in tandem with you when you scream, “i told you!” as he practically jumps across the barrier to get you in his arms.
lando norris. sprint winner. the love of your life, who would have been way less confident in himself if he didn’t have you.
note: i know i said i wasn’t posting this week but as it turns out, i am a liar. something something don’t blame me love made me crazy
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