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Can't say no to that, thats a crazy good ref, 11/10.

"Who was your first Mclaren teammate?"

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NOT THE BIGGEST SCRUNCHIE EVER AFTER SAYING CARLOS' NAME

He enjoys his time loop for a whole and doesn’t try to start solving it because it IS pretty sick to drive his championship race and have his celebrations again and again, and everyone who means anything to him is there, so he isn’t even missing his family or something that would entice him to break it. He gets to hug all of them on the grid and see Max after the press conference and hug him too and Martin is there until the team celebrations start and Keegan is crying and wine drunk.

But finally, it does start to get boring. After a dozen times. And so he starts goofin and that’s how he realizes… a lot of people are down to sleep with the champion. Like a LOT. It starts more benign: Louis giving him a blow job at the club, one of his mechanics laying it on thick if Lando cracks a vulgar enough joke.

And then it starts to get out of control. He realizes that he’s got the 20 minute window Magui and him have been shagging in between the press con and team celebrations. And it’s not exactly hard to get someone else to his room during that window too. So then it’s Martin, Keegan, someone on PR, other mechanics, his bodyguard, reporters and pundits and Jenson and Hinch. And THEN once he starts sending texts instead of just making eyes at people he encounters between the press con and his room, it’s Carlos and Alex and George and Charles and Gabi and Franco.

And he’s still in the fucking time loop.

Now, Lando’s really like okay I’ve had my fun. Jokes over. I’ll stop cheating and just fuck my girlfriend again and be normal. And it’ll stop right? Wrong.

So Lando’s like what gives? He remembers the boos in Mexico and the universe losing him all those points between Vegas and Qatar that he’s like okay… do I have to lose? So he tries to throw the race, but he can’t. He wins no matter what he does, no matter how ludicrous he doesn’t DNF and Max and Oscar DO is that’s what it takes for Lando to still come out on top. So it’s not the race. It’s not that he’s not meant to win.

And all this time, he has just seen Max after the press con, right before he starts to zero in on his next target for sexual escapades, and hugged him tight and disbelieving with the giant Netflix camera and Ash and P with her phone all filming them and Lando hasn’t let himself consider seducing Max. No, that’s too far. That’s his best friend. He can’t do that. But Max is basically the only person in the paddock Lando hasn’t slept with at this point. So what if….