#thank you mclaren

[l4ndoscars]

lando with puppies and landoscar with a kid as summer break content, mclaren KNOWS what we need and in loving it

[zillygoose]

Is he gay or European?

[whoskris]

absolutely wonderful day to be a mclaren girly tho

[vroomvroomsposts]

This is the last picture of them that we’ll have of them being in the team kits. Because next time if we ever see them together, Logan won’t be in a team kit. 😭😭😭😭😭

[uservalentine]

[jyjkj]

🎥: McLaren (Instagram)

[slythereen]

danny ric, someone who actually knows max well, coming out to say max prob didn’t appreciate the “simply love, huh?” = VINDICATION‼️

[versatancore]

lewis : you know that you can't keep adopting every driver on the grid, right?

sebastian : SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH BEFORE I ADOPT YOU TOO.

lewis : I AM OLDER THAN YOU??

sebastian : i meant it when i said it. *puts the papers in front of him* now, sign here.

[leftneb]

to me the thing that matters most in the whole "who deserved to win" debate is the fact that Lando's leading position was entirely due to the team strategy. it was not Lando who got the lead, just like how Oscar didn't do anything to lose his position. frankly it's unfortunate that Oscar's mistake while in P2 didn't matter, if mclaren hadn't put them both in undeserved positions it might have even affected the race, it might have lead to an exciting battle towards the end. what actually happened is Oscar's first win nearly got torn from his hands by a shit strategy call meanwhile Lando got guilttripped out of whatever (false) hope he had for a victory. if it was two different teams battling with strategy it would be different but currently mclaren need to step the FUCK up and not let this happen ever again. don't let Oscar's win get overshadowed by this, being put in a situation so shit you have to apologize for winning is something I don't want to see ever fucking again I'm just glad Lando is (altough characteristically self-deprecating) handling the aftermath fairly and mclaren can count themselves fucking lucky that their drivers actually like each other. fucking hell that race was entertaining tho

[ln4lvr]

I'm losing it. he's so djdnfnsnf meow meow meowwwww kitty cat

[whoskris]

okay but the way max has had a 7 sec lead AT MOST during this race holy shit mclaren

[tthesongofachilless]

MY GOD MCLAREN???

[mctwinkdom]

Lando called Oscar "Osco"

[for28seconds]

Absolutely in love with all the lestappen and landoscar content I've woken up to.

Especially the McLaren video? The heart eyes? Like Lando, Oscar pull yourself together both of you. In the broad daylight in front of the cameras? Hello??? Do you have something to tell us 🤨

[raapija]

"Did we hit anything??"

"Yeah... No! Just the people at the end."

"Oh! 😄🥰"

[spamsmcgee]

Violet!

-> Violet! by Waterparks

Oscar Piastri x an accident prone neurodivergent reader

Essentially the three-ish times that Oscar starts fussing over you, and the one time he got it right.

Groceries, unloading groceries.

Picking up a case of bottled water was enough to have Oscar hovering. Asking if you needed him to take it from you, as he tucked a carton of milk under his arm.

Not that he didn’t try taking the water first. You shoo’d him away from the trunk of your car before he had a chance.

“You really don’t know how this works,” you stated.

“I know that last time you dislocated something it was after you got your finger stuck in a mop bucket,” he opened your apartment door for you to walk in and drop the case of water onto your counter.

“And I had no idea because you don’t express pain.”

You rolled your eyes as he took the couple of steps towards you he needed to be able to rest his hands on your waist. You stared up at his eyes, watching him blink as he stared down at you. He watched your eyes shift from one of his to the other.

“What’re you thinking about?” He asked.

You didn’t answer, just wishing he could read your mind. Though some days it felt like he could, he could never understand the simple phrases that circled your mind when you couldn’t dream to force them out.

“I love you too,” he said, resting his forehead against yours for a moment before turning to start putting your things away.

~~~~

Oscar didn’t hover 24/7.

That would be unrealistic.

it was just when he got back to you after weeks, sometimes months, on the road for work.

He’d wake you up as early as he made it back and hide himself in your apartment until he felt like a normal person again. You’d go on with your life like you had been until he pulled himself up and out of your room like a bear from hibernation.

With an insatiable thirst from well over 24 hours of sleep to combat the jet lag, he started the day watching you cook breakfast.

Not a measuring cup to be seen, you’d drift from one spot in the kitchen to another with the steady destruction of a tornado. Always producing the best waffles and coffee and parfait he’d ever have. Always better than the last, despite your unwavering commitment to your recipe.

You’d reach for your favorite kitchen knife, and he’d make his way over. Your fingers held onto the fruit you cut in an unsettling fashion. He’d offer to cut the fruit for you every once in a while.

Too much of a deviation in your routine. So he settled for watching close as you shifted your hands uncomfortably to account for the knife and it’s ever shrinking victim.

~~~~

In theory, race weekends should be a sensory nightmare.

People rushed around you, stood in the garage next to some mechanics you were probably introduced to more than once. The adrenaline radiating from everyone around you, the yelling back and forth as the countdown to lights out drug on.

Weekends in the garage were the best.

you watched intently the way people dodged each other, racing back and forth to get any loose ends tied up.

As time went on, Oscar and Lando began making their own appearances in the garage as well. The former being sure to make eye contact whenever he could, seeking out a quick shaka to say “right on” and let him know you’re fine.

At that point your headphones hung around your neck. You sat in the busy noise, listening and watching with an intense focus that by the end of the event would make you more tired than anything. It’s fine. It’s more than fine.

You could always sleep better after days in the garage anyways.

~~~~

The end of the day could be a bit harder

Oscar would take extra care after race days, especially when you’ve spent the whole weekend in the garage. He’d tell you to quit overextending yourself, you’d tell him you want to see him drive.

Your head drifted downwards as you stared up over your sunglasses frames. Your AirPods tucked under your headphones blasting a playlist of the day. Both tale-tale signs of being checked out.

Oscar sat himself next to you as soon as his time in the media pen was done. He reached for your hand, which you offered without a second thought. He squeezed twice, his own signal to you asking if you’re ready.

You nodded and the two of you stood. Maybe a little quick, as you stumbled into his side. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as the two of you made your way out and to wherever he had his car parked.

He chattered on to you about the race, and whatever drama it was that happened between Carlos and Pierre during the post race interviews. You nodded along, asking questions that would take him into a different area of whatever he could be excited about.

The path the two of you walked was pavement, for the most part it was very even. Not even a rock out of place. Staring down into the pavement as you walked and listened was an experience. The grey concrete shined in the sun overhead.

You let Oscar pull you to the side, away from the edge of the sidewalk. Your foot nearly slipping into the grass beside it, had your boyfriend not urged you away.

“wow I could almost feel that one,” you looked back to the edge of the sidewalk you had been walking on.

Oscar only laughed, squeezing your shoulder as the two of you continued your walk, “that’s what I’m here for, hm?”