#lance stroll pov

[lovelytsunoda]

welcome to wherever you are // lance stroll

summary: weddings are supposed to be joyous occasions. but for lance's fiancee, the wedding is just another big milestone that her father never lived to see, like her first day of kindergarten, or her high school graduation.

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader

warnings: depictions of greif, mentions of a parental death.

author's note: i've been on such a bender lately listening to inxs, they truly were one of the greatest bands of the 80s, and I think its a shame that things ended like they did with micheal's death in 1997. i could genuinely talk for hours about it, and about the very real daughter he left behind, but for now i'm going to let the fic speak for itself.

also i feel like i've only done smaus lately bc i've just been in a total idea rut and these are so easy to make lmao

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VOGUE Weddings: Inside the wedding between Aussie-rock darling YN Hutchence and F1 driver Lance Stroll (you might have to click on these to read them properly)

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y/n.hutchence today was a hard day, despite being the happiest of my life. like most milestones, it was bittersweet. while i spent most of my day in love, and excited for what's to come, part of me was also grieving. my dad should have been here to walk me down the aisle, to meet my husband. to give a speech at the reception. i miss you, dad. but i know that you'd be so proud of me.

to my lovely lance, thank you for choosing me, for loving me. for reminding me that its okay to feel all the emotions at once. i love you forever, my husband xx

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lancestroll i love you, my darling wife. you are so strong.

andrewfarriss michael would be so proud of you, kiddo

user the fact that she went public for the day just to speak about her grief on her wedding day . . . that's a caliber of person i could never be

sebastianvettel thank you both for including me in your special day

user she walked down the aisle to 'beautiful girl'....i'm totally not crying my goddamn eyes out

user im not crying you are

user her dad died over 20 years ago....she needs to let it go

-> user lmao imagine telling someone who never knew her father outside of how the media portrayed him after his death to 'get over it'.

mickschumacher 10/10 pasta bar, would come again. your harem of old men scared the crap out of me, though.

-> kirkpengilly old?? who are you calling OLD

-> y/n.hutchence you mean my non-biological uncles? mick, they're the biggest sweethearts

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lancestroll mr. & mrs. hutchence - stroll, march 2024, sydney australia

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y/n.hutchence i think lance hutchence sounds pretty great

-> lancestroll and i think y/n stroll sounds pretty good too

scottyjames you're taking her last name? good on you, bro

astonmartinf1 welcome to the family y/n! (or should we say 'welcome to wherever you are'? see what we did there?)

fernandoalonso did anyone else get a little teary eyed during the vows?

-> timfarriss i was right there with you mate

-> mickschumacher i saw esteban cry so hard he gave himself the hiccups

y/n.hutchence hey google, play 'never tear us apart' by inxs ( and say thanks to kirk for playing the sax almost all night)

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[raapija]

posting this on its own for all the lance girlies

#angles... only the best angles.. #bestie said this was fernando's pov and I cackled at that 💀😭😭 #something about golfing clothes is very.... uhhmmm... hmmmnnhh... i dunno... 🥵🤧 #self-branded golf balls is also such a rich guy flex #lance stroll

[vicsy]

a 1.4k Strollonso ficlet in this trying time. some slightly tenderhorny introspection, really.

It’s in the way every living soul keeps patronizing him. 

It’s in the way, when Sebastian says his heartfelt goodbyes at the end of the season party, he clasps Lance’s shoulder and bids him good luck for the year to come. It has nothing to do with him driving; it’s about who he’ll be driving with. 

It’s in the way his father never gave him the talk but when Fernando Alonso gets signed to Aston Martin, Lawrence sits him down and they talk for an hour or two, touching on the entire history of the F1 that Lance knows already, for the love of god, and he’s pretty miserable by the time his dad sings praises to Fernando’s skills, underlining his holy like importance to the team. 

It’s in the way he can’t fucking log on twitter in the off-season without being hit by a barrage of insanity and, frankly, poorly made memes created to feed a certain narrative while Lance hasn’t even met Fernando in the role of his new teammate, even though they’ve shared the grid for years. 

Lance doesn’t really care; that is, basically, his whole brand and he lives the good life, untethered and unbothered, surrounded by wealth, love, a particular thrill.

And yet. 

Fernando Alonso is a perpetual wildcard and Lance builds his attitude around this little image, prepared for some sort of psychological warfare but it never happens. Fernando is in his space every day — testing, meetings, strategy planning; once at a get-along dinner his father planned. Lance should be bored and bitching his way out but he’s stuck with this enigma of a man, sitting in front of him, sharing a meal and some wine while Lawrence explains the unexplainable things the team did to the car. 

His mind wanders to the reasons he’ll be brushed off this season, just a young brat racing alongside a living legend again but then Fernando raises a toast and Lance’s name falls off his lips with that lilting accent and– 

It’s the wine or something in the air or a shell inside his chest that cracks open to let a little light in, all while Fernando talks, spilling niceties and compliments, and that image Lance built somewhat falls apart. 

Maybe it’s because Fernando hasn’t run him off the track yet or glared at him in a way some people that have been around long enough call a death stare; maybe Lance hasn’t spent enough time in his company to earn a reputation, to become a part of the feud that’ll go down in history. So many teams, he knows, have fallen by the wayside over less. 

Oh, but it’s such a good play because Fernando has eyes only for him like the rest don’t exist, and Lance finds himself caught like a fly in a glue trap, an object of his sole undivided attention, and Esteban fucking warned him profusely, that’s how Fernando operates. Lures you into a manic little game only he can win. 

And all those precautions are mushed together in Lance‘s brain, he knows, he knows but Fernando’s usual sharpness doesn’t cut him into bits and pieces, the lack of malice he was preparing to meet like an unwanted guest non-existent in the space between them, in the constant close proximity. It’s confusing and Lance is a shit actor. He can’t bring himself to feign ignorance or pretend to put on the face of someone he’s not. 

The picture everyone paints of Fernando is skewed, so when Lance catches a glimpse of his true colors, all of his plans to stick it to the man burst at the seams, crumbling like a house of cards. 

For all of Lance’s naivety, for how easily he follows down that narrow path, it’s a rush no money can buy. A touch here, a not-so-friendly pat there, a show of teeth in a smile that is lethal and Lance knows Fernando wants a taste, craves to do so much more, something unspeakable, something that could turn into the nastiest paddock gossip to this day but it’s exhilarating — knowing he does that to a man by simply existing. Knows that, maybe, he wants it, too. 

And it doesn’t take them long to fall into the bed together or, rather, it’s Lance who falls, perhaps for some elaborate scheme Fernando is running on him because who is he if not a villain with a plan for mayhem. 

And yet. 

It’s in the way Fernando softly kisses both his wrists, carefully thumbs at the bandages, smoothing them with furrowed brow, and Lance feels like he might get shattered by that fondness reserved just for him. 

It’s in the way he makes a face at another flock of reporters, forever annoyed by the implications they keep oh so implicit, but a private smile tugs at the corners of his lips the moment Fernando appears behind him, a palm splayed wide on the small of his back, his own smile shark-like when he says how great Lance is doing, how the team is proud of the work he puts in. 

It’s in the way he feels more than an heir to the old money, more than his privilege and some character quirks that label him as spoiled when they are alone, Lance’s long legs pillowed in Fernando’s lap and the lights are dimmed with just a TV on. He makes a dumb joke, fighting a flutter in his chest, and Fernando laughs unabashedly, swatting his thigh while all the jostling causes his phone to slip between the couch cushions, the old race reruns playing out muted in the background. 

And every time Fernando pushes into him unhurriedly, surrounded by the faceless hotel room walls, it washes away everything Lance is constantly bottling down inside; the little flame burns brighter with each languid thrust, with a hand between his shoulder blades, with a kiss placed at the back of his neck. Fernando holds him through it insanely close as Lance pants into the pristine white sheets, wet from stray tears and come, patches soaked through under his trembling knees. 

And every time Fernando gets rough with him, hand coming down hard on his reddened ass because Lance had been in a mood, riling Fernando up, giving as good as he gets, to the point where he ends up bent in half, cock straining and weeping from each slap, each word reaching his ears seeped in unearthly lust. The breakneck speed of a racing car doesn’t quite match the adrenaline hit, doesn’t reduce Lance to whimpers and croaky moans, doesn’t push him to the edge of begging. 

And every time Fernando spends what feels like hours cleaning him up and licking traces of his orgasm off Lance’s skin before plopping down next to him, sweaty and out of breath, sucking a mark into his neck, Lance feels like his floating, finally out of his head. Fernando teases him with a twinkle in his eyes, forever kind where he looks at him, and Lance playfully bites his shoulder in return, then smiles into the pillow before sleep claims him, a heavy arm thrown over his waist, grounding him. 

And it’s Fernando, Fernando, Fernando — every time, all the time, and Lance finds himself suddenly caring, wanting, feeling like he doesn’t wish for it to end, ever. Like losing at this game they play is worth having a life inside a life; something real and fragile and raw encapsulated between who they both are to the outside world. 

And yet. 

It spins out of control like a car on a wet track, rules to the game Lance never bothered to learn forgotten and discarded, but he knows, among the sound of the engine running, the buzzing lamp in the meeting room, or the commotion just before a race. He knows, somewhere among all the sneaking around, stealing time together under the guise of team building, the false pretense got stripped away from Fernando’s actions. Lance knows, dares to look past the man behind a legacy, past a villainous haze. 

It’s in the way Lance knows they’ve abandoned the chase, the thrill, or it left them without as much as a warning. 

It’s in the way Lance seeks Fernando out with his eyes only to find him already staring at him, reading his features like an open book, his heart beating out of sync.

It’s in the way there is no turning back but Lance only looks forward and Fernando is holding his hand over the car console, squeezing his knee under the table at dinner while no one is looking, embracing him from behind with a kiss to his bare shoulder blade while the ribbons of morning light stream through the kitchen window. 

It just leaves Lance wondering. 

How can someone love so loud, so deafening, without a single word. 

#vicsy writes #i realize this makes no sense #but I wanted to write some Lance pov and as much as I love his bitchiness and spoiled rich kid vibe #I can't say I truly believe it's him like #he's a lovable himbo who truly can fall for Fernando's mind games and hotness and everything else #but SURPRISE they are both unaware that this is how their love story starts #it's about the horrors but they don't really happen despite what people thought #also I am delirious at almost 5 am #and never written a ficlet before so #i can only hope this is somewhat in character #alonstroll #strollonso #Nando #Fernando Alonso #Lance Stroll #Fernando/Lance #f1 #lancenando #so many ship names I am dying out here #my ficlet

[turcott3]

positions fics <3

hey guys! this is my first long commitment to writing and yes i am already stressed 😍 but please bare w me as ill probs release these randomly, but i hope you enjoy!! (these will not be released in album order im so sorry)

* = smut

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shut up - (and) read these, thanks love ya!

34 + 35 - logan sargent*

motive - mason mctavish

just like magic - daniel ricciardo

off the table - charles leclerc

six thirty - tj hughes*

safety net - jack hughes

my hair - mackie samoskevich

nasty - trevor zegras*

west side - lando norris*

love language - jamie drysdale*

positions - lance stroll*

obvious - oscar piastri

pov - juraj slafkovský*

bonus tracks:

test drive - alex turcotte

worst behavior - cole sillinger*

main thing - kirby dach

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#positions #ariana grande #turcs’ talk #andrei svechnikov #mason mctavish #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #tj hughes #jack hughes #mackie samoskevich #trevor zegras #lando norris #jamie drysdale #luke hughes #alex turcotte #juraj slafkovsky #kirby dach #cole sillinger

[nico-di-genova]

Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the  bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

#I have so much to say about this #literally I have notes upon notes that I’ve been building with my friends #we are so sure in another universe he went to fgcu #we know it in our bones #strollonso #strollonso fic #strollonso college au #lance stroll

[purplephantomwolf]

Love in Motion

Chapter Four

Synopsis: Lydia gets a wrong number text from Lando Norris.

Note: This is not an accurate portrayal of how the real people in this act. I do not know them personally, so I will not be portraying them accurately.

Warnings for this chapter: None

Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Next Chapter: Chapter Five

Masterlist

April 9, 2022

12 am

     I yawn as I sit down in front of the tv to watch qualifying. I’ve got Luke and I’s chat open to send him messages about qualifying as it happens. Nothing happens for the first 16 minutes until I see Latifi’s car go spinning around. 

Me: OH MY GOD! What happened to Latifi??

     I watch as I see Lance Stroll’s car come up on screen. 

Me: He got tangled up with Lance Stroll??

    I watch the replay and see Stroll turn into Latifi. I hear his radio, blaming Latifi for the accident. 

Me: Lance motherfucking Stroll. How could he even think it was Latifi’s fault at all?? Outrageous.

     For the next 15 minutes, I stew in my anger at Stroll for blaming Latifi. 

Me: There’s just no way he can blame Latifi for this. He clearly saw him in his mirrors!

Me: And now Alex has a problem with his car! Williams is just not having a good day, damn. 

     Q2 goes by without any crashes, and by the time Q3 rolls around, I’m fighting to keep my eyes open. They flutter close for a second before I hear the commentators yell. My eyes fly open to see Fernando Alonso go into the barrier. “Oh my god!” I gasp, covering my mouth. 

Me: Fernando crashed too! He lost the hydraulics! 

Me: This is so sad. 

     After 12 minutes, Q3 gets going again. I yawn as qualifying comes to close. I grin as I see Lando finish P4.

Me: Wooo! Lando starts P4! Let’s go Lando!

     I shut off my tv once Max, Checo, and Charles start getting interviewed. I quickly crawl into bed and pass out. 

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Lando’s POV

     My performance coach, Jon, hands me my phone. “It kept going off during qualifying,” he says, eyes knit in confusion. 

     “Thanks, Jon,” I say, unlocking it. I grin when I see eight messages from Lydia. Jon’s eyebrows raise at my grin. “A friend was messaging me,” I answer his unspoken question. I go to our chat and read all of Lydia’s messages. I smile when I read her excited text about me starting P4. I shoot her back a message, hoping she’s still awake. 

Me: Yeah! The McLaren team is super happy for him. 

     I wait for a minute, but don’t get a response back. I internally pout, sad that Lydia didn’t respond. “Time to head to the media pen,” my press officer, Charlotte, says, appearing next time. 

    “Alright, alright. I’m coming,” I grumble, following her. I follow Charlotte to the media and stand in front of the first media team. 

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April 9, 2022

11 pm

Lydia’s POV

     I curl up on the couch as the cars finish the formation lap. I have my chat to Luke open so I can message him. The first lap goes quietly until Carlos spins. 

Me: OH! Carlos spins! He’s stuck in the gravel! Oh my! 

     My eyebrows knit as I see Lance comes into the pit for a second time under the safety car. “Interesting strategy to try to go to the end on one set of hard tires,” I mumble. I yawn as the safety car comes back into the pits and the race picks up again. I gasp as I see Sebastian go through the gravel, letting out a sigh when he doesn’t get beached. 

Me: What happened to Sebastian?? Why did he need to stop? 

Me: And there’s debris?? What happened?

Me: OH NO! He hit the wall!

Me: I’m not a big fan of one of the announcers. He’s just hating on Aston Martin and everyone who keeps making a mistake. 

     The safety car comes out again and after some laps under it, racing gets back under way. I groan when a stewards message pops up on my screen. “These are never fun to read,” I say. 

Me: How does Mick, Yuki, and Pierre all have safety car infringement investigations? How do you infringe on the safety car? 

Me: Also, what happened to Max?? Why did he need to stop the car??

Me: His car is on fire! Thank god they told him to stop the car. 

     I groan as another safety car period starts. “I just want to sleep,” I whine. The safety car only lasts two laps before racing starts again. “Oh thank goodness,” I sigh. Nothing else exciting happens during the race, leaving me to fight sleep. I wake up more when I hear that they’re on the last lap. I glance over at the order and grin when I see Lando finishing P5. 

Me: Lando got P5! Let’s gooooo! And Daniel got P6!

Me: But now it is time for me to pass out, so good night, Luke!

      I shut off the tv after the podium ceremony. I crawl into bed, falling asleep quickly. 

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Lando’s POV

     I slump down on the chair in my drivers room. I grab my phone, hoping for messages from Lydia. I grin when I see a string of messages from her. I read through them before replying. 

Me: Which announcer is it? And McLaren is very happy with the results. Have a good night, Lydia. 

     I’m still grinning when Daniel barges into the room. “Hey, we’re going out for drinks, you want to join?” He asks. He stops and squints at me. “Why are you grinning like a maniac?” He questions me. 

     “Just happy with our results,” I shrug. He hums, still squinting, like he doesn’t believe me. 

     “Well, we’re going out at 10 pm, if you want to join us,” Daniel says, before leaving the room. I decide to get ready to go back to the hotel to get ready for the night out. 

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2 am

     I’m sitting at the club next to Carlos, sipping on a drink, when my phone vibrates on the table. Lydia’s name flashes on the screen and I grin. “Who’s Lydia?” Carlos asks, looking from my phone to me. “Why are you grinning so big? Do you have a secret girlfriend?!” He gasps.

     “No, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a friend I made earlier this week,” I explain. 

     “But you like her?” He digs for more information. 

     “Lando likes who?” Max asks, as he slides into the booth, Daniel following him. The three of them are staring intently at me, awaiting my answer. 

     “I don’t like her,” I deny. 

     “Your smile when she sent you a message says otherwise,” Carlos points to my smile. 

     “Oh! Is she the reason you were grinning like a maniac in your drivers room today?!” Daniel asks. 

     “What? No! Maybe. Yes, yes she was,” I admit. They raise their eyebrows. Max gestures for me to continue. “Okay, so I ‘met’ her earlier this week,” I start, putting met in air quotes, “I was given the wrong number at a club earlier this week and it happened to be her number that I was given.”

     “You believe it’s actually a girl? Not someone lying to you?” Carlos questions. 

     “Yes, I believe her,” I’m quick to defend myself and Lydia. 

     “So, tell us about her!” Daniel exclaims, leaning forward. 

     “Well, she’s a college student in Minnesota, studying chemistry. She’d rather be a photographer though,” I start. “She’s a fan of mine, but this is her first season of being a fan. Her dream race is either Silverstone or COTA. She, uh, she doesn’t know she’s talking to me. She thinks she’s talking to some guy named Luke who’s an event manager for McLaren,” I admit. 

     All three pairs of eyebrows raise at the last statement. “Dude, she’s going to be pissed when she finds out she’s talking to you. Girls don’t like being lied to,” Max says. 

     “I know, I know. I just like talking to her, and I lied about who I was before I thought about it. But it’s going so well, so it’s too late to back out now,” I sigh. The three of them shake their heads at me. I gasp, realizing I’ve forgotten to respond to Lydia. I grab my phone to respond.

Lydia: Good morning, Luke!

Lydia: The commentator I don’t like is Will Buxton I think? I just hated how he was hating on everyone.

Me: Good morning, Lydia. I can see why you’d dislike that. 

     I glance up to see Max, Carlos, and Daniel all staring intently at me. “What?” I ask, confused. 

     “You just seem happy texting her,” Carlos says. 

     “I am. She’s a fun person to talk to,” I agree. I look down as my phone vibrates again. 

Lydia: Yeah. So how was your day?

Me: It was good! I’m out celebrating the good results from today. 

Lydia: Oh fun! I’ll leave you be then!

Me: No! Don’t go! I’ve been out for four hours already, so I’m heading home soon anyways. 

Lydia: Alright!

     I yawn, trying to convince the guys I’m tired. “I’m going to head out, I’m tired. Have a good night,” I say. I get a chorus of good nights from them, before I leave. I hail a cab and head back to the hotel, while talking to Lydia. 

Me: Did you sleep well?

Lydia: I did! I assume you’re heading to bed soon though?

Me: Yeah, I’m heading back to the hotel now, so in like 30 minutes I’ll be asleep. 

Lydia: Okay, sounds good! Are the clubs fun?

Me: They can be, depending on who and where you go. I tend to go with my close friends, so they’re fun.

Lydia: Alright, that sounds fun. 

Me: Yeah. 

Me: So, what’s your plan for today? 

Lydia: Well, do some homework, look for some jobs, play some video games. 

Me: That sounds like fun! Well, the video games part does. 

Lydia: It should be!

     I let myself into the hotel room, yawning as I get ready for bed. 

Me: I’ve made it back to the hotel and I’m exhausted so I’m going to head to bed. Have a good day, Lydia. 

Lydia: Okay! Have a good night, Luke. 

     I set my phone down on the nightstand and climb into bed, falling asleep quickly.

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[joelslegalwhre]

Baby pictures

pairing⁀➷ lance stroll x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1k

summary⁀➷ When being alone with Lance’s mother and sister, you get to see some of his baby pictures.

warnings⁀➷ fluff, female reader, mention of starting a family

a/n⁀➷ this is literally one big fluff event (as always, tell me if I missed a warning pls!)

requested; hili! i was thinking my own prompt with lance in 2nd pov. "stop showing her my baby pictures!", i hope this is alright!

It was Christmas time and the first snow was falling from the greyish clouds. The air was crispy and you could see your breath in the cold air.

You and Lance were currently visiting his parents for Christmas. He's been away with his Dad for the day, so you were sitting on the couch with Claire-Anne, his Mom.

Chloe, Lance's sister, was coming later on in the day.

You both had a blanket on your lap and a mug with hot tea in your hands. You loved days like this. It was like one of those Christmas movies you loved so much. It was snowing, you were in the warmth and sitting there on the couch with Claire-Anne just felt like being home.

You two were talking about everything, the men were out for some time now but neither of you was bothered by that. Lance's mother loved you and always said how you were like a second daughter to her. She liked you from the beginning and couldn't make it easier for you, becoming a part of the family. Just as you wanted to tell Claire-Anne something that happened on your way to their house, a sound coming from the front door interrupted you.

"I'm home! Hey, Y/N you're here!" Chloe came into the living room. She was carrying a huge box in her hands, which she quickly placed on the dinner table to greet you. "Heyy!" you said hugging her. She hugged you back with a smile all over her face.

"I missed you! How are you?" Chloe asked as you parted. "I'm good, thanks. I missed you too!" you said, smiling.

"Oh by the way, before I forget it!" she said, the excitement in her voice couldn't be ignored. "As I was looking for the Christmas decor, I found this." she said, holding up a photo album. It was grey with a photo in the centre, a photo of a baby.

"Is that Lance?" you asked with a grin. "The one and only." Chloe said with laughter.

"Come sit down girls. Let's look at some pictures, shall we?" Claire-Anne asked with a warm smile. "Yes please, I'm eager to see more of baby Lance." you said, still grinning, before turning back to Chloe.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" you asked her. She nodded her head 'yes' and you quickly went to the kitchen.

Neither Chloe nor Claire-Anne said something because they knew you would insist on making the tea on your own. You knew where everything was, so you pulled out another mug to fill it with hot water and a teabag. As you reentered the living room, Lance's Mom patted on the free spot next to her. You grabbed your blanket after handing Chloe her tea and made your way to the couch. "Thanks, y/n/n." she said.

"Do you know which year this is from?" Claire-Anne asked as she opened the book.

"I'm not sure, it seems as if he was around one or two. So it's either from 1999 or 2000 I suppose." Chloe said and shrugged her shoulders. You continued looking through the photo album and Claire-Anne was telling you stories to each picture.

"How can a baby be so cute?" you asked with adoration. "You are biased, he's your boyfriend y/n/n." Chloe said with a raised finger while nipping on her tea.

"Oh c'mon, he is cute even now, but as a baby?" you said with a dreamy smile, kidding with Chloe. "Please, go and make your own then." she said and you almost choked on your tea. You coughed and felt your cheeks getting hot.

"Chloe!" you gasped embarrassed. Lance's Mom just quietly giggled and continued to show you the pictures.

"We’re back!" you heard your boyfriend shouting from the door. "Hello!" you shouted back. Lance and his Dad came into the living room, both still wearing their golf gear. "How's it been?" you asked him as he hugged your shoulders from behind and kissed you on the cheek. "Fun. But cold." he muttered into your neck. You slightly turned around to give him a proper kiss, his lips still a bit cold from being outside.

"What have you been doing?" he asked the three of you after he and Lawrence greeted you three. Lawrence was sitting in an armchair and Lance just plopped down next to you on the couch.

"Chloe found this." his Mother showed them the photo album. "We've been looking through it for the past hour." Chloe said with a smirk.

"Mom, stop showing her my baby pictures!" he said embarrassed. "How much have you seen?" he asked, turning his attention to you.

"She has seen enough to want a mini Lance herself." Chloe whispered in your direction. It wasn't loud enough for his parents to hear but by the slight smirk on Lance's face, you could tell he did.

"Now shut up Chloe." you whispered back. She just laughed and took another sip of her tea.

As his Mom wanted to continue looking through the album Lance shook his head. "Alright, I think we had enough of that." he said and took the album from his Mother's hands.

It was later in the evening, when you came out of the bathroom, ready to go to sleep. Lance was already laying on the bed, watching you enter the room. "Come here baby." he said and opened his arms for you. You hopped on the bed and cuddled up to him.

"You are as cute as you were when you were a baby." you teased Lance, looking up at him as your head was resting on his chest. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. "You enjoyed watching me suffer, didn't you?" he joked. "Suffer?" you said laughing.

Lance shook his head with a light smile.

"What?"

"I love you." he simply said, still smiling at you. Your lips curled up and you looked at him in love. "I love you too." Lance bent down to kiss you and you could feel him still smiling through the kiss.

“I’m down for the mini us, by the way.” he grinned as you parted. “Oh my god,” you breathed out a laugh, your hand smacking his bare chest.

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[whorekneecentral]

kinktober - day 15: phone sex // l.s18

Lance Stroll x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: mentions of nudes/scandalous pictures, sexting, phone sex, mutual masturbation (sorta), lowkey giving sub lance but not really lmao, is it really any fun if you don’t make him blush

Word Count: 1,709

Author’s Note: this is one of my favs so far :) my plan to turn you all into lance girlies is working // also this one is super dialogue heavy as is it a phone call basically lmao sorry!

kinktober 2022 masterlist 

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Too many timezones to keep track, Lance misses you too much not to call. 

The room felt empty without you. 

Lance rolled over in the big bed, reaching for his phone that was charging on the nightstand. You were supposed to join him for his triple header, 3 weeks of you two travelling, racing and relaxing in between and yet, he was alone.

He knew you wanted to come but you couldn’t get the time off work; and yes, he’d suggested you just quit and travel with him for the season, he had more than enough money to support both of you but you’d always give him the same answer as always, you’re a big girl and you wanted to support yourself. 

Your boyfriend missed everything about you; your smile, your touch, your smell, your cuddles, your voice. 

He decides to scroll through his photos, going through the photos of the two of you. There’s some from your vacation to the Maldives prior to the triple header. 

A mirror selfie, one of you two from dinner, some of you in the tiny green bikini he loves so much on the beach and they get more risqué from there on. 

One of you on the bed, your top off but you’re laying on your stomach and looking over your shoulder at him, the tan lines evident across your freshly sun kissed skin. 

The next one was on you on his lap, taken from the ribs down so you can see that you’re sitting on him and his free hand down the front of your bikini. 

After that, the two that follow are of more explicit nature; you on your knees and looking up at him with his cock on your mouth and the one after was a video of you from behind and Lance fucking you, taken from his pov. 

Lance can feel his cock twitch in his shorts, he shifts in his shorts as he shuts his camera roll to text you. 

It was late Sunday night for him, he was so busy with the race and the debrief, he barely gat a chance to check his phone. He was about to text you when he saw an unopened message from you. 

You had texted him good luck prior to his race and he answered you but he disappeared after that. 

There was an image attachment, it looked like a video but from the preview, it was a black screen. 

To Lance: *1 Video Attachment* 

To Lance: miss you <3

Lance opens the video, the volume up about half way. The screen stays black but Lance can hear the soft sounds coming from the speaker. 

He turns the volume up a little more. 

The noise was so clear and evident, as if he was sitting there with you. Lance could hear the movement of your fingers, could imagine it clearly in front of him; legs spread and fingers buried in your pussy. 

If that wasn't the cherry on top, his name slipping past your lips was. “fuck- Lance, god mhm, please.” The words came out in a strangled moan. 

Lance’s cock twitches again, now constrained by the tightness of his shorts. He hits your number, the phone on speaker next to him as he shoves his shorts down. He felt guilty for calling, he knows it’s early for you and maybe, just maybe, he hoped you were up for work and he’s not waking you up. 

The line rings a few times and he figures you’re sleeping but you pick up at the last second. 

“Lance, baby?” Your voice laced with sleep as you called out to him. 

The sound of your voice reminds him of the morning you two had before he left; you begged him to stay, promising to fuck him in oblivion if he did and as much as he wanted too, he couldn’t. 

You can hear the slight whimper and breathing from his end. “Sorry,” he breathed, hand wrapped around his cock. “Did I wake you?” 

“It’s okay,” you tell him, shifting to lay on your back so you can set the phone on the pillow next to you. “Are you okay? I thought you’d be sleeping for sure.”  

“I’m okay, sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“It’s fine honey, what’s wrong?” You ask him, you can hear the movement on his end. 

Lance glances down at the scene before his waist; his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining all the filthy things you did to yourself earlier that night. He almost feels guilty for waking you but to be completely fair, you started it. 

He lies through his teeth. “Nothing, everything is fine.” 

“I miss you, you know. It’s not the same sleeping in this big bed without you.” You hum, your fingers dragging down your stomach. 

“I know the feeling,” he sighs between the words, “I miss you too.” 

“Did you see my text, sweetheart?” 

Lance is quiet, his hand moving up and down his cock slowly as he reimagines what you must have been doing when you called out his name like that. 

You find yourself in the same situation; imagining what your boyfriend was doing on the other end of the line, your hand slipping down the front of your panties. 

“Is that why you called?” You ask him softly, your voice pulling him back to reality. “Mhm, missed your pretty face,” Lance says and you smile. 

Even when he’s horny, he’s still as charming as the day you met him. 

“I think you miss more than my face, Lance.” 

He plays dumb, “what do you mean?” And it’s almost like you can see the cocky smile on his face. 

“I think you miss me, Lance. My touch, my hands, my lips, my taste.. my-” “Yeah,” he cuts you off with a ragged breath. “Everything about you.” 

“Mhm,” you smile to yourself, rubbing slow circles over your clit. “I was thinking about you,” you tell him, “missing the way your fingers stretch me out, make me feel so full.” 

“Really?” He asks a little too eagerly, mentally kicking himself for sounding so desperate but 3 weeks without you is a long time. 

“Really, baby. Mine don’t feel as good as yours do.” 

Lance groans, “you can’t tell me that.” 

You bite back a smile, and you’re quiet for a moment before you speak. “Why not? Not enough to get you to touch yourself ? Or did you already start?” 

“You’re horrible,” he huffs, earning a laugh. 

“Oh come on baby, you’re no fun.” You smile when you hear the movement of his hand on his side. “What are you doing?” You ask him. 

“What do you think I’m doing?” 

“You can’t answer a question with a question, Lance. I know you know better than that.” 

Lance groans, irritated that he’s been on the phone for the last 15 minutes, you’ve been spinning him in circles and he has yet to cum. “Either you help me or I hang up, sweetheart.” He tells you, the pet name a dig at you. 

You love to tease Lance, it was your favourite past time honestly. “How can I help you if I don’t know what I'm supposed to help you with?” 

“Fuck- y/n, come on. It’s not funny. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He rambles out in one breath. 

“About me? How sweet.” You chuckle, “get your hand wet, baby. I know you didn’t.” 

Lance hums, moving his hand to spit on it before wrapping it around his cock again. 

You hear the satisfied sigh that leaves his mouth, “that’s better,” you tell him, your own fingers moving a little faster. Your boyfriend is quiet, his hand moving up and down, he can hear the soft whimpers coming from your side of the line, the slightly wet noise filling the silence in between. 

Lance musters up the energy to speak, “what are you doing?”

“Exactly what I was doing in the video.” You tell him, panties pulled to the side and your own two fingers buried in your pussy. Lance huffs a breath, “fuck- god I wish I was home.” 

“You’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“Not soon enough.” 

“I miss you,” you tell him, starting your teasing again. “I miss waking up beside you, miss your touch, your arms around me, your mouth, your fingers, your cock.” 

Lance's eyes close, imagining how pretty you looked laid there; legs spread, fingers in you. He could sit there and watch you all day if you let him. 

“Lance,” you sigh, your fingers curling up. “Yeah?” He answers. 

“Feels so fucking good.” 

“I wish I was there,” he admits, hand still moving but a bit faster this time. “Me too,” you hum, eyes closed as your other hand reaches down to rub on your clit.

Both you and Lance were on the edge of orgasm, the tightening knot in your stomach. “Lance, god, fuck, please.” You ramble out, “yeah me too, baby.” 

Head tossed back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as you feel yourself slip over the edge. Your fingers are moving but you barely register the physical feeling of it. Lance’s name falls from your lips like a prayer, along with a string of please, yes and all the explicits under the sun. Lance follows a moment after you; his name coming from you, in that context, imagining how pretty you must look was enough for him. The warm liquid all over his hand and his lower stomach. 

The line goes quiet, Lance breaks the silence as he reaches over to grab a tissue. “Do you have work?” 

You yawn, settling back into bed. “No, have the day off today and tomorrow. We can spend all day in bed tomorrow.” 

“Good,” he smiles, wiping off his stomach and hand. He tosses the tissue in the trash before settling into bed again. “Going back to sleep?” 

“Probably. You?” 

“Yeah,” he says with a yawn. “Stay on the phone with me?” 

You roll onto your side, glancing at the phone on the pillow; Lance’s pillow. “Of course.” Lance smiles, mirroring your actions on his side of the line, halfway across the globe. 

“I love you, y/n.” 

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay.”

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#kinktober - anj's version #kinktober 2022 #lance stroll #lance stroll smut #lance stroll x reader

[rt3nenbaum]

pov: you are lance stroll

#annoying bf with a camera vs annoyed bf that secretly loves it #fernando alonso #f1 #aston martin #strollonso

[parislovesf1]

Personal photographer | LS

Social media AU | Lance Stroll X photographer!reader

Warnings: unedited & kinda rushed, cringe?,

Part 1/?

yourusername posted a photo!

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yourusername Monaco, you were a dream!! still can’t believe I have the privilege to combine both my love for travelling & motorsport while getting the chance to working for @astonmartinf1 💚✨

@astonmartinf1 started following you

@formula1 started following you

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@yourbff you have no idea how proud of you I am🥹

@username omg mother is finally working her dream job!!

@username my prediction is that y/n becomes a wag within the next year or two🔮🧘🏻‍♀️

@username our hard working mother is where she belongs in the world, humanity can finally heal✨

@astonmartinf1 happy to have you part of the team💚

@Astonmmartinf1 just posted a photo!

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@AstonMartinf1 bit of an appreciation post for the teams golden boy, we’re all so proud of you for managing to score your 3rd podium so far this season while still recovering! @Lancestroll 💚

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@LanceStroll 💚

@username proud of you Lance!

@yourusername a future wdc in the making I reckon 🫶🏻.

*Liked by @lancestroll

@username idk what’s more impressive; Lance casually beating out the other top teams 3 whole races in a row, while still recovering from his wrist injuries or his cars pace with its new upgrades !

*Liked by @astonmartinf1 & @yourusername.

@yourusername posted a story!

Viewed by @astonmartinf1, @yourbff & @lancestroll & 107,942 others

@astonmartinf1 mentioned you in a story.

Viewed by @lancestroll, @yourusername & 472,905 others.

First person POV.

“holy shit” I breathed. The offical Aston Martin formula 1 account had just reposted your story for their employee appreciation post of the week. I’d barely been working 6 months full time for them in their media and administration departments.

They had already shown me so much love since I began my journey and I just new this was exactly where I wanted to be. I set my phone down as i lay on the plush hotel room bed, hair up in a towel & back to the headboard. Lost in my thoughts, head swirling with gratitude for the life I was now living.

A loud ding from my phone which has been sitting on my lap brought me out of my daydreaming daze, my eyes lightly scanning across the screen to the new notifications.

I could not believe my eyes, he had to be kidding right?

There was no way he decided to do this on his own accord me, I mean we had talked once or twice during media duties or in passing at the motor home. Small exchanges of polite smiles and quiet hellos before morning meetings or in the cafeteria on lunch breaks but I would’ve never bet my bottom dollar on something like this happening.

@Lancestroll liked your photo.

@Lancestroll started following you.

I screamed, giggled and kicked my feet at the thought of having one of my literal biggest F1 crushes follow me on Instagram.

What was I too do now? act like nothing happened?

Am I supposed to act like I didn’t just turn into a giant giggling mess because my boss followed me back?

Requests are now open in my DMs if you want one, sorry for being inactive. I’ve got a lot of projects coming soon, they’re just all in my drafts. I also habe not figured out how to organise my works on here in making a master list etc or how to layout some of these ngl lol.

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[lovelytsunoda]

spill the wine // lance stroll

summary: honeymooning with the hutchence-strolls. capri will always hold a special place in y/n's heart.

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence!reader

part two of the welcome to wherever you are verse

author's note: i'm so glad that you guys loved the first part of the welcome to wherever you are verse! i was so excited to make this into a series, combining two of my current hyperfixations. i hope that the first part was enough to make some of you curious about the life and times of my favourite aussie rock band. for people who are looking to learn more, i recommend watching the channel seven drama 'never tear us apart', starring luke arnold as micheal hutchence. it's two episodes, each of them an hour and a half that takes a look into the rise and fall of inxs. arnold's protrayal of micheal was beautifully done (and i love alex williams as kirk).

y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!

y/n.hutchence just posted (private)

island of capri, italy.

tagged: lancestroll

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y/n.hutchence as my father once said, 'spill the wine, kiss that girl."

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jonfarriss first of all those aren't the real words, and your father didn't actually write spill the wine

-> y/n.hutchence jon why do you have to be right all the time huh?

-> jonfarriss you also know that song is about being on five different kinds of illegal drugs?

-> andrewfarriss he's being annoying because he cares. make smart choices, kiddo!

-> y/n.hutchence andrew have you ever known me not to make the smart choice? i'm living the sober girlie lifestyle here

yourbestie looking good sunshine!!!remember to send me pics, I need to pretend I don’t work a nine to five!

lancestroll wow I can’t decide what’s more beautiful: the scenery or my wife (jokes on you guys, it’s my wife)

-> y/n.hutchence 🥺🥺

kirkpengilly nice to see alcatraz hasn’t changed

-> y/n.hutchence of course you hated it...you hate the beach, the sand, the water, the sun

-> kirkpengilly i do not

-> laynebeachley sweetie she is right.

lancestroll just added to his story

lancestroll just posted!

island of capri, italy

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lancestroll honeymooning with the hutchence-strolls

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astonmartinf1 are lemons supposed to be that big?

-> y/n.hutchence arent they awesome?

estebanocon why do you have to add 'with the hutchence-strolls' to everything?? 'easter with the hutchence-strolls' 'cook chicken gyros with the hutchence strolls' its EXHAUSTING. watch you guys make a sex tape and call it 'making babies with the hutchence-strolls'

-> kirkpengilly they'd better not! y/n i will resurrect your father and have him talk some sense into you

-> y/n.hutchence kirky calm down!! there is NO sex tape!

user y/n is so stunning! europe looks good on her

yourbestie i held my tongue at the wedding but she has been so fucking happy since you guys got married and if you hurt her i will give you HELL to PAY

-> lancestroll don't worry, she's in good hands. she's my reason to get up every morning, my reason to smile. i have never felt more alive than i do when she is next to me

garrygarybeers huh i actually think capri has gotten nicer since 1993

mickschumacher why do your legs look so long in the first picture

-> lancestroll thanks mick, now that you've pointed it out i can never unsee it smh

y/n.hutchence just posted (private)

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y/n.hutchence take my breath away

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lancestroll it was an honor to experience the grotto with you, my wife

-> y/n.hutchence the view was pretty, but you were prettier, my husband

yourbestie consider my mind BLOWN. things like these just exist in nature???

timfarriss now why didn't we go here when we were recording the album again? this place would have inspired the crap out of us. your dad would have loved it.

fernandoalonso ah yes, the grotto. fond memories of skinny dipping there

-> lancestroll ew why did you think i needed to know that

-> y/n.hutchence i second that

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[mistressemmedi]

I feel so bad for Georgio and I'm not usually his fan. The man is clearly in the middle of the track sideways with the sauber very close (i think) yelling red flag red flag and it takes them forever to react. This could have ended in tragedy the way that corner is set up to be higher speed now. Georgio appears to be at least okay since he walked to the medical car of his own volition, but we need a safety rework. We cannot just sweep this under the rug and move on and hope this doesn't happen again. I think Fernando's penalty was good but it's a break check so it should have been even more severe as to encourage this to not happen again. It hasn't been that long since we last had a fatality.

He was proper terrified - from his POV he couldn't even see if cars were coming his direction, plus as much as those cars have evolved and they are designed to take a beating, I don't think the bottom of the vehicle is designed to take an impact from another vehicle.

That being said, and I'm going with a controversial opinion here, I think race control made the right call. Unless the rules have changed (and they very well may have since I haven't checked in a year or so) I believe that the speed on track for a red flag and the VSC are the same - roughly a 30% (or 40%?) speed reduction of a normal racing lap time. Stroll was right behind George and his engineer was screaming at Lance to be careful (he was very agitated, meanwhile Lance was his usual zen self). All engineers were promptly communicating to their drivers where George was.

There was also zero hesitation from the marshals, I noted that the double waved yellow were out right away - A+ response on their end.

So all in all, from a racing perspective, finishing under VSC for the last lap and a half was the right call.

#anon #q&a #obviously it would have been a red flag right away if George was injured #but race control already knew he was saken up but ok

[talictries]

strollonso fic wip

So, he is thankful, he really is. The Stroll family are literally saving him from the cesspool of French bastards (read: Esteban Ocon) and are now buying into their origins by adding another French bastard (read: Pierre Gasly) to replace him. Before testing, his only comfort is that the two Alpine divers get along as well as he and Ocon did, which is pretty unspectacularly. 

And the Aston Martin team needs some comfort going into the 2023 season because Lance fell off a bicycle and broke his wrists. Great. Fantastic. If his new teammate weren’t the boss’s son he he’d bully him for it, but he’s trying to detach himself from the reputation that precedes him when joining each new team.

Has he been, in the past, the best teammate in the world? No. 

But he’s mostly forgotten 2007 and all the trials and tribulations that come along with being a World Champion and a rookie out-performing him at almost every race, and he tried being a good teammate to Lando come 2018, but his asshole-ery kicked in and the younger was mostly sent for coffee duty for him. Alpine was a mess, so he won’t treat himself too badly for that shitshow either, but hey, new year, new team that has not fucked him over or pissed him off, and a new chance to detach from the ‘grumpy old man’ caricature that hangs over him.

He’s turning over a new leaf perhaps, is what he thinks as he sits in the cockpit before his first test.

And when he gets ninth-fastest overall, with sandbags by his feet he thinks; oh, yeah, I’m definitely turning over a new leaf.

i feel like everyone writes strollonso in lance's POV so gonna try something different and do it in nando's!! already am in fact obsessed with my fic idea and it's cool having two completely different wips (george/daniel and this one) in the background while i work on fns!! (writing chap 34 atm - i have one scene that's killing me)

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[ariadynamics]

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[theemporium]

Genuine question anon back again! I did mean specifically online, and on Tumblr. I refuse to discuss Twitter. That’s a whole different as toxic environment. I would like to note that I have been blocking anybody that has been too extreme or hostile with their opinions of their favs or opinions. As long as they are respectful idc. They can say whatever they want.

I’ve been a Formula One fan IRL for years, and I feel like this is a different kind of discourse. I’m just new to like the side of this sport specifically on Tumblr. This past season I’ve seen a fan wish that Max’s car would blow up with him in it, I’ve seen people make racist remarks about Lewis and Checo, I’ve seen Lance Stroll get outrageous amounts of hate for both being a paid driver, and not keeping up with his world champion teammate to the point where they wish he had just died in his Singapore crash. Ferrari fans coming after each other for the tension between Charles and Carlos. don’t get me started on the the Logan haters that just don’t like him because he’s American. Or the people that think that what the FII did to Susie Wolff had no root in misogyny whatsoever. I don’t get any of it. It’s a sport and a dangerous one at that. You can have your faves you can have your opinions that does not give you a pass to be a shitty human being. 

That’s just discussing the actual races themselves. I’ve even seen people get hostile over the fan fic they or their favs write. I saw somebody state that SMAU weren’t their favorite format, because they didn’t feel like they could get as attached to the plot, compared it to reading in the 1st person POV, and absolutely dog piled in the comments. even though the author had asked for peoples opinions. Did it seems like more and more of the fandom gets a while in a while or to the point where you don’t want to participate. I’d rather watch my races alone and just forced my friends to talk about it then have to put up with something like that. 

it is truly disgusting the things people say. wishing crashes and accidents in any sport (but especially one like this where lives have genuinely been lost) is just so vile and evil. i don't care what anyone says, if you wish death or something as traumatic as a life-changing crash, you are an evil human.

in terms of fandom, i have found myself kinda pulling away from the fandom itself and mostly just sticking to my own blog because a lot of the change in behaviour. even some blogs themselves and the things they write about real people (such as r*pe and assult) just makes me genuinely so uncomfortable and disgusted, it makes you just not understand how people can write things like that about real people.

but fans as well, it seems like people have no shame in just saying what they want these days and attacking people when you can literally just scroll away. i will never understand it, no matter what fandom it is.

honestly, babe, if just watching the races alone makes you the most comfortable and happy, then there is no shame in it! i would never judge you, it is so completely understandable🫶🏽

#cece answers

[empathic-leader]

Cognizant Aston Martin F1 Team - Aramco, AMR23. What is your feeling, impression?

The reveal of the new Formula one Aston Martin AMR23. New line up with Fernando Alonso and Lance Stroll, new factory with the number of employées doubled: That sounds great! 💪 #f1 #f1tiktok #formulaone #formula1 #astonmartin #astonmartinracing #astonmartinf1team #cognizant #aramco #amr23 #fernandoalonso #lancestroll #alonso #stroll #fy #fypシ #fyp #foryou #pourtoi #pov #foryoupage #feelings #impressions #empathic_leader

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