kevin magnussen should remember mclaren fired him via email on his birthday and unleash his inner track terror so i can get the lestappen podium that i want.
hey!! sorry for this taking light years to do, my coach decided to give us SO MUCH training and homework has been properly piling up. thank you so much, it was SO fun to write!! hope u like <3
“Lando? You listening?” Zak’s voice cuts through Lando’s ears, ripping him from the haze of ‘you didn’t place high enough’ and ‘you do well enough’. It’s fine. He knows that that’s essentially what Zak was saying anyway. With the new, actually good car, they can’t afford to be losing places to people like Mercedes. They have a championship fight to get on with, and Lando might be ruining that. That’s what he tells himself, anyway. He sinks back into the haze of ‘not good enough’, not caring what Zak had to say about his race. Lando was already upset enough.
“Lan?” This time, it’s Oscar’s voice. “You okay?”
Lando is about to ‘I’m fine’: a knee jerk reaction, something he’s said a lot today, but also something that is a blatant lie. He sighs, looking down at the floor, shaking his head.
“No,” his voice comes out weak, barley a breath, but he knows Oscar heard. Oscar picks up Lando’s hand, looking him straight in the eye.
“You did fine. Since when is fifth a bad placing? Since they got unrealistic standards,” Lando hums. He guesses that Oscar is right, but he can’t help that feel like he did badly. That’s what he’s always thinks, and Zak almost never helps to battle that.
Oscar locks eyes with Lando, and the world falls away. Oscar lifts Lando’s hand letting it brush his lips, before setting it back down. The smallest fraction of a second where his lips were on Lando, but now, it’s all he can think about.