#lance stroll blurb

[pierregazly]

soft for you ꨄ lance stroll

lance stroll x reader

warnings: disgusting fluff, mention of crash [1018 words]

request: could i request 3 & 4 from the 🫶🏼 prompt list with lance? [3. SMILING during a kissss >>>>> and 4. the gaze that softens as soon as it lands on you.]

note: lance taking after his dad >>> relationships come before f1 >>> this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!

He was pissed. Even without hearing his words, or knowing the whole situation, you could see it in his face. His eyebrows were pinched, the sarcastic roll of his eyes after every sentence that left his mouth, both stark examples of how genuinely angry Lance was.

It had been a nightmare of a season from the first race, anything that could go wrong, having gone wrong. You knew nothing you could say or do would truly change Lance’s perspective. The car wasn’t great, the strategy was poor, and little mistakes had begun piling up, the damage to his car worse and worse almost every race.

And the first race of the season you were able to attend? Another crash, another early end to Lance’s race. You couldn’t help the grimace that overtook your face as you watched him argue with one of the engineers, his hands flying up in the air in exasperation as another eye roll was visible from your spot across the room.

Multiple people were trying to avoid looking at the conversation currently taking place, not wanting to overstep or get anywhere near the line of fire once Lance finally made his exit from the room. You couldn’t help but stare at the situation, waiting for him to finally look up, to finally make eye contact with you.

It didn’t take him long to do so once he realized he had multiple eyes on him, his brown orbs locating your own just seconds later. His face, his mere gaze, softened almost immediately, any comment from his engineer going unheard and ignored as he simply nodded his head in response to whatever he was saying. You couldn’t help the small smile that began to form on your face as he walked towards you, leaving his mechanics and engineers to stew in their own anger and frustration.

Just another little thing you could always count on. He could be livid. He could be whipping his steering wheel across the room, or shouting at whoever would listen; but he would never allow it to enter your relationship. It was one thing you admired, one of so many things you loved about him. His career, his job, it was separate from your relationship and always had been.

He didn’t talk about racing when he was with you, didn’t talk about how poor the season was going or how miserable he was beginning to become. He would talk about it when you urged him to, not wanting him to bottle it up, not wanting him to feel as if you didn’t support him when he was at his worst. But he never let it effect your relationship, never let the anger mask his love for you, or the way he treated you.

Pulling you into his arms once he was close enough, you felt his chin rest gently on the crown of your head as a loud exhale left his body. His back muscles were tense, his body practically shaking in frustration as he squeezed you tighter, trying to take advantage of all the time he could get with you.

Pulling back, you watched the corners of his lips curve as he gazed down at you. Your grip on his bicep not letting up as you observed the influx of emotions cross his features. The defeat, the frustration, the misery; they were so prevalent at first, so raw as he tried to contain them. But before long, the emotions of devastation began to melt away. The small grin on his face not wavering as he looked down on you, practically delighted to see you, regardless of the outcome of his day.

“Bonjour, mon coeur. You look beautiful, as always,” he murmured.

Smiling up at him, you stood on your tiptoes so you could press a small kiss to his lips in gratitude for his words.

“Bonjour, my love. How are you? Are you okay? Are you sore? You’re very tense,” the onslaught of questions spewed from your lips, unable to contain them as you began looking him over.

The soft grip on your cheek was all you needed to glance back up into his eyes. A faint smile still graced his face as he gently ran his thumb across your cheek. A smile still graced his face as he leaned down to press his lips against yours, prompting your own lips to curve upwards as he did so. 

“I’m fine, mon coeur. A little sore, nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I just have to deal with some media, and probably some more yelling, and then we can get out of here, yeah? I can book us reservations for somewhere, or we can just get room service back at the hotel? Whatever you want.”

“Lance… if you want to talk about the race, we can. You don’t have to be so nonchalant about it, I know you’re not happy,” you said.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, his only response was to lean down and brush his lips against yours again, the curve of them still so prominent. The softness, the gentleness, the simple adoration so evident in his every action with you.

His lips touched yours before moving on to the tip of your nose, your cheeks, the skin below your ear; a smile gracing his lips with every kiss.

“I’m not happy, but not much I can do about it. I’m not going to let it determine my time with you, though. Work stays at work, no need to bring it back to the hotel with us. So, reservations, or hotel dinner?”

Before you could answer, Lance continued.

“Dinner in the hotel sounds like a good idea, I think. Room service and some reality television sounds like a good time to me, maybe cuddle up a little and ignore the world. What do you think?”

Pressing your lips against his with a large grin, your only response was a squeeze of his bicep and a nod of your head. If he wanted to escape the world and hold you all night? Well, all you could do was say ‘yes’. 

just wanted to write something soft/loving so i hope y'all love this!!! thank you everyone for participating in my follower celebration and being lovely!!!

[russellsppttemplates]

hey înes so i think my family forgot about my birthday which is today (just a rushed store bought cake) so can you write something about the grid surprising the reader who is a driver to whichever team you choose 🥹

Note: happy birthday, dear! ✨️I hope you had a lovely day 🥳

"Do you think she'll like it? I got the prettiest cake they had in there", Charles said as he set the box on top of the table.

"Really? That was the nicest one there?", Lewis asked as he looked at the baked good from all angles.

"I could've baked something that looked a little bit better", Pierre offered.

"Could you?", Carlos slapped the French man's back.

"I wouldn't eat anything baked by any of you", Lando chirped in, "where's Oscar? He walked here with me! I've lost him already", he muttered.

"Oscar is the one in charge of bringing Y/N here - Mick said it would be too suspicious if I walked with her", Max offered.

"I also got her the present we agreed on", Lance set the bag next to the cake.

"I'm sure someone did, but just in case - do we have candles?", George butted in.

The groans leaving everyone's mouth was enough to let him know no one did.

"Candles are overrated, anyway", Daniel tried to keep the humour.

"Oscar and Y/N are on their way here - they just stopped to talk to Toto", Mick said as he got inside.

When you walked up with Oscar into the meeting room, you were expecting the stewards to be mad at you, "I think we're late, Oscar!", but you were met instead with cheers and balloons thrown at your face.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!", they all cheered as you looked at all your friends gathered in the same room.

"We still wanted to make something special between us without the team recording and all of that", your teammate Max said as he showed you the cake, "it's not homemade and we're not sure how good it is, but it's the thought that counts?", he squinted.

"This is amazing, guys, truly", you cooed, "I bet it tastes amazing - even if those colours are not natural on the slightest", you took some of the bright red filling with your finger and licked it.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[vivwritesfics]

Lance and gifts

Blurb

Lances love language was gift giving, that was clear to everyone. He had all of the money in the world and he loved to use it.

His gifts were always thoughtful, always something meaningful to the people that recieved them.

Birthdays were always nerve wracking with Lance. There was so much pressure to get something as good as he gave. He didn't provide this pressure,of course, but she always felt it.

There were a few birthdays, a few Christmases, before she realised the way to win Lance over with gifts was homemade, something priceless.

The good thing about Lance's racing career was that he was away a lot. For this gift, she had plenty of time to teach herself how to knit.

For months she worked on knitting lance a hat. It was simple, in as close to Aston Martin Green as she could get. She thew a mixture of that green yarn, black yarn and white yarn to make a pompom.

It wasn't brilliant when it was finished, but she was proud. And Lance loved it, too. It was perfect for his winter break ski trips.

There was one present, though,one Y/N got for him once they got engaged. She gave the artist the design and let them get to work.

When she went home, his logo was tattooed above her hip. And he couldn't get enough.

[verstappen-cult]

the 3 from this list with lance <3 te amo

You’re trying to explain to Fernando and Lance what you and the team have prepared for this week. Just some videos and questions to asnwer, not too much to overwhelm them.

But you keep getting distracted because of Lance.

“And then we’re gonna finish with you two walking side by side, answering some questions.” You explain what you are gonna be doing in half an hour.

You look at Fernando, who is typing something on his phone, but it gives you a nod.

When you look at Lance, you find him looking at your lips, lost in thought. It makes you blush so hard but he doesn’t even notice because his eyes are glued to your pink and plump lips.

“Lance?” Only then is he looking you in the eyes.

“Sorry, yeah. Whatever you say, yep.” His pink cheeks make him look even cutier.

“But I need to know if you understand.” You try to hold your laugh when his eyes widen. “You didn’t hear anything, did you?”

He, once again, looks at your lips. It’s just a second because he goes back to look at anywhere but at you. And you don’t understand why he hasn’t made a move yet, or said something. Anything.

“Something about questions.” It sounds more like a question but you’ll give him that.

“Yes, I’ll see you outside hospitality in half an hour.”

Fernando gives you a thumbs up and a wink before walking away.

You smile at Lance but he’s already turning away.

“Lance?” It makes you giggle how fast he’s facing you again. This time he keeps his gaze on some part above of your shoulder. “If you want to kiss me so bad, you just need to ask.”

[lipringlrh]

would anyone read poly!logan and lance😖😖 please😖😖

[formulaforza]

Haiiiiiii i love your writing, could i request Lance Stroll with the prompt the first initial kiss being a simple peck, then they immediately go back in for a stronger, more passionate one?? I feel like that’s very him vibes.

—nowhere in particular

pairing: lance stroll x reader wc: 1.1k summ. everything with lance is so damn... friendly.

It’s been nearly three months of “Oh, Lance and I? We’re… we’re nothing,” followed by a pursed smile on your lips and an eye roll from whoever was bold enough to ask you. Three months, some eighty-something days of we’re nothing, when the two of you were most certainly fucking something. 

You weren’t dating, that was for sure. And you weren’t fucking, either. So, to anyone else it might look like you were nothing. But even if you thought you were crazy—the dozen or so people who seem to ask you about him every time they see the two of you interact is enough proof that you really are something. 

It’s hard to place exactly what it is, but it falls somewhere on the fault line between friends and dating, moving through like with the promise not to date anyone else, but without the balls to just date each other. 

It’s not that you don’t have the balls, it’s that you refuse to. You’ve always been a firm believer in him making the first move. You just never thought you’d be as desperate for someone to make the move as you are for Lance to just up and get it over with already.

Always a firm believer in the guy making the first move, but christ. Three months of waiting, and you’re about two days away from reaching your breaking point. 

Lance sits next to you on the flannel blanket in the park. The “friendly flannel blanket,” as he’d said shortly after proposing the idea—made skittish by your lack of response within the five second window he gave you to do so— “that I always have, like, in my car, y’know.” You couldn’t see him through the telephone lines, but you could imagine it, the way his hand nervously ran over the back of his neck. 

He was always adorable like that, all nervous and fidgety when you did anything more than give him the time of day. It’s cute. You’ve always thought it was cute when he was nervous, because he spends the rest of the time so stupidly confident. You like that you can make him nervous, but it seems like you’ve made him too nervous. 

Because he sits next to you on the friendly flannel blanket with the friendly picnic he’d prepared and the friendly cake he’d brought with carefully placed raspberries and the friendly bottle of red wine. You sit next to him, wearing the friendly hoodie he’d pulled over and off his head when you shuddered with the breeze, a friendly centimeter of space between your crossed legs and his wild brown hair, your eyes fixed to his friendly pink lips when he talks. You want to scream—fuck friends, Lance. Fuck friendly, and just kiss me already. 

Lance’s head, meanwhile, fucking spins. He’s such an idiot, he thinks, can’t stop himself from speaking—from feeling the need to inform you (lie to you) that everything he touches is friendly. There’s nothing friendly about the way he feels about you, but his stupid fucking mouth is too worried that making that fact known is only going to screw him over—that he’ll mess it up enough that not only is he not dating you, but now he’s not even your friend. 

Because… well. You’re you—all pretty hair and pretty lips and pretty smile and pretty skin and pretty personality. You’re soft when he’s brash and you’re brash when he’s soft and nothing ever feels balanced unless you’re the one balancing it. 

And now he’s lying here, on this thick, itchy blanket, just wondering when you’re finally going to have enough of him and his inability to just. To just kiss you, and let the rest of the world make sense. 

You eat, and you talk, and you make him laugh—you’re always making him laugh harder than he should. Anyone who watches probably thinks he’s a total fool, head over feet and half in-love with the same girl everyone else would be half in-love with. No joke in the history of the entire world has been funny enough to elicit the laugh you hear from him every time you crack one. 

He’s carefully slicing the cake when you swipe your finger through the white frosting, wiping the sugary substance off on the tip of his nose with a giggle. His head shoots up while you do it, catches your eyes and the completely human way they crinkle when you laugh, the way your lashes settle when you smile, and all he can think is that you just look so pretty.

You’re so pretty, and he doesn’t even have time to talk himself out of it, because he’s kissing you—quick, simple, like he was trying to shut you up. It’s a peck, nothing more, and certainly not the way he wanted to kiss you for the first time. He can’t believe he just managed to fuck up the first time he kissed you—that he definitely just made certain the first time was the last time. He’d strangle himself if he could.

“I’m sorry,” he’s saying before you can even process what just happened. “You just… I’m sorry.”

A smile pulls on your lips, and your cheeks ache from how much the muscles have been used this afternoon. “It’s okay,” you nod.

“You… there’s frosting on your nose,” he says, wiping the remnants of your swipe off his nose.

“I don’t care,” you say. “Kiss me like you mean it.”

His eyes shoot up before his head does, like he’s checking if you’re being serious or not. You are. You’re dead serious. The kind of quick peck a middle aged wife stuck in a miserable marriage gives to her middle aged husband will not be the first move you've been waiting three months for. If he’s going to kiss you with frosting on his nose, he better do it right. 

He makes up for it, though, when he wipes the frosting from your nose, licks it clean off his thumb and slots his hands on either side of your jaw, pulling you to him like he’s been waiting to do it for ninety days. When his lips finally meet yours, the rest of the park falls into the background. The sweetness of the frosting lingers, blending with the warmth of his lips. This is not a peck—this is a declaration, a revelation. 

“Better?” He says, his forehead warm against yours. 

You nod, smiling. “Much better,” and then you kiss him again like time might run out, even though you both know it won’t.

[formulas-bitch]

unknown sister - lance stroll

4.2k words

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the city, Lance Stroll found himself wandering aimlessly through the bustling streets. His mind was elsewhere, lost in thought, as he weaved in and out of the throngs of people. He had no particular destination, no particular purpose - he was just there, existing. And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw her: a girl, no more than a few years older than he was, who bore a striking resemblance to someone he once knew. Intrigued, Lance followed her at a discreet distance, his heart racing with anticipation.

As she ducked into a quaint little café, Lance hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to enter after her. The moment he stepped inside, the familiar scent of coffee and freshly baked pastries enveloped him, sending a wave of nostalgia washing over him. His eyes searched the crowd until they alighted upon her: sitting alone at a table in the far corner, lost in thought, a steaming cup of coffee in front of her. His heart skipped a beat as he realized that this girl was his sister; the one he had never known existed.

Cautiously, Lance made his way over to her, his steps slow and deliberate. He cleared his throat, trying to gather the words that seemed to have deserted him. "Um… excuse me?" he finally managed to say. "I'm Lance Stroll. We… we might be related." There was a long pause as he waited for her reaction, his heart pounding in his chest.

The girl looked up from her coffee, her eyes widening in recognition. "Lance?" she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. "It can't be…" She set her coffee down and pushed it aside, her gaze fixed on him. "You're Chloe's brother?" Nodding, Lance felt a lump forming in his throat. "I am. I found out about you a few days ago… I just… I had to see you for myself." He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. "I'm sorry if this is weird or confusing for you. I just… I wanted to meet you."

For a long moment, the sibling just stared at each other, the air thick with emotion. Then, slowly, the girl stood up and moved around the table, her arms opening wide. "I'm Layla," she said, her voice choked with emotion. "And yes… I am your sister." She pulled Lance into a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder as they clung to each other.

Lance was at a loss for words, but he hugged her back just as tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and connection. As they pulled apart, their faces wet with tears, Layla wiped at her eyes and forced a shaky smile. "I can't believe it," she whispered. "All this time… we had no idea."

The siblings took a moment to compose themselves, each ordering a cup of coffee before settling into a comfortable booth. As they sipped their drinks, Lance began to fill Layla in on the details of his life: about Chloe, their parents, and his time in formula 1. Layla listened intently, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. In turn, Layla shared stories of her own, about her life growing up in another part of the city and her dreams of becoming a professional dancer.

As they continued to talk, the café around them seemed to fade away, replaced by a world where the only thing that mattered was their connection to each other. They spoke of their shared memories, both real and imagined, and began to forge a bond that transcended time and circumstance. They laughed together, cried together, and found solace in each other's company.

Eventually, their conversation turned to the future. Layla confided in Lance that she had been struggling financially and was considering giving up on her dancing dreams. Upon hearing this, Lance was determined to help her. He offered her a place to stay in his apartment and promised to use his connections in the entertainment industry to help her get her foot in the door.

Layla was overwhelmed with gratitude, and they hugged tightly once more. As they pulled away, Lance could feel a new sense of purpose and direction in his life. He knew that finding Layla had been a blessing, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that their bond only grew stronger.

as they were catching up, lance had received a call from their dad.

"I hope you haven't forgotten about the race this weekend, son," he said, his voice booming through the phone. "You've got a lot of fans out here who are counting on you. Don't let them down."

Lance smiled at his sister as he listened to their father's words. "I won't, Dad," he assured him, before turning back to Layla. "So, how about we grab some lunch and talk more about your dancing? I have a few ideas on how we can make things happen for you."

As they left the café and ventured out into the bustling city, Layla linked her arm through Lance's, a gesture of sisterly affection that filled him with warmth. "I can't thank you enough for this, Lance," she said, looking up at him with shining eyes. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Lance shrugged off her gratitude, feeling it was an understatement. "It's the least I could do," he replied, his voice gruff with emotion. "You're my sister, after all. We're in this together."

Their walk took them past a park where a small festival was taking place. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the sizzle of food on grills. They stopped at a booth selling kebabs and shared a plate, chatting animatedly as they ate. Layla told Lance about a dancing competition she'd heard of, one that would offer a substantial prize and a chance to perform in front of a prominent choreographer.

"I think that's something we should definitely look into," Lance said, wiping his hands on a napkin. "I'll see what I can do to help you get sponsored. And if you need any contacts in the entertainment industry, just let me know."

As they continued to walk through the park, they stumbled upon a group of people practicing some intricate dance moves. Layla's eyes lit up and she immediately went over to join them. Lance watched her dance with a mix of awe and pride, marveling at how graceful and talented she was. He couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness as well, wanting to make sure that no one ever underestimated her or stood in her way.

After watching her for a while, Lance noticed a young man standing off to the side, obviously captivated by Layla's dancing. He walked over and introduced himself as Adam, a fellow dancer who had been struggling to find his place in the industry. The three of them exchanged numbers, and Layla and Adam quickly became friends, often practicing together and offering each other advice and support.

As the weeks passed, Layla's audition for the dancing competition grew closer. Lance had been working tirelessly behind the scenes, using his connections to secure her a spot in the competition and even managing to find her a talented choreographer to help her prepare. He couldn't have been more proud of his sister, and he knew that no matter what happened, she would make him and their father proud. even though their dad dint know that lance had found Layla and was in contact with her .

Adam, too, had become a close friend to Layla and Lance. He had been an invaluable source of support and encouragement, always offering a listening ear or a helpful hand when needed. The three of them had developed a special bond, and Lance couldn't help but feel grateful for the positive influence Adam had on his sister. He hoped that their friendship would only continue to grow stronger in the years to come.

As the big day of the competition approached, Lance found himself feeling both nervous and excited for Layla. He'd never been one to dance himself, but he'd seen her practice countless hours, pouring her heart and soul into each routine. He knew that she had what it took to win, and he was determined to make sure that she had everything she needed to succeed.

The day of the competition finally arrived, and Lance, Layla, and Adam made their way to the venue. The atmosphere was electric, with dancers from all over the city gathered to showcase their talents. Lance helped Layla with her hair and makeup, making sure she looked her best before she went onstage. As she waited in the wings, he could see the determination and focus in her eyes, and he knew that she was ready to give it her all.

The competition was fierce, with each dancer bringing their unique style and technique to the stage. As Layla's turn approached, Lance felt a lump in his throat and a knot in his stomach. He knew that no matter what happened, he would be proud of her. When she emerged onto the stage, the audience erupted into applause, and Lance couldn't help but feel a surge of pride.

She danced with a grace and power that Lance had never seen before, her movements fluid and effortless. The choreography was stunning, and Lance could tell that the judges were impressed. As she finished her final move, the crowd rose to their feet, showering her with cheers and applause. It was clear that she had won over everyone in the room.

Lance couldn't believe his eyes as Layla was named the winner of the competition. He felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he watched her accept her trophy and give her speech, thanking him and Adam for their support. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment, knowing that he had played a part in helping her achieve her dreams.

As they left the venue, Lance could feel the weight of the world lift off his shoulders. The constant worry and stress about their financial situation had been consuming him, but now, with Layla's victory, he felt a newfound sense of hope and optimism. He knew that things were going to be okay, and that Layla would have the opportunity to pursue her passion without having to worry about money.

as layla and lance made their way out of the competition, they were approached by Lawrence, their dad, well more like lance's dad as he didn't know it was Layla his eldest daughter standing in front of him, as he had left her mom when she had found out she was pregnant with her.

Lance was about to introduce them but then thought better of it, he would let them have their moment, so he stood back and just watched with a smile on his face as his sister and their dad reunited. It was a moment of pure joy and happiness that he would never forget. He could see the surprise, shock and then disbelief in his dad's eyes as he looked at Layla, taking in her beauty and grace, and then the realization hit him that this was his daughter, the one he had never met, the one he had missed out on all these years.

The emotion in the air was palpable, and Lance felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the two of them hug, tears streaming down their faces. It was a moment that he knew would change their lives forever, a moment that would bring them all closer together, a moment that would help them heal from the pain of the past.

As they pulled apart, Lance could see the love and pride in his father's eyes as he looked at Layla, and it filled him with a sense of hope and joy. He knew that their relationship would take time to build, but he believed that with patience and understanding, they could create a new family, one that was based on love and acceptance.

Layla seemed to feel the same way, as she introduced her father to Adam and Lance, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. Lawrence, taken aback by the depth of her feelings, could only nod in acknowledgment, unable to find the words to express his own emotions. The four of them stood there, bonding over their shared experience and the love they had for Layla, their amazing daughter.

As they continued to talk, Lance noticed a change in his father's demeanor. Where before there had been shock and disbelief, now there was a quiet determination to be a part of their lives. He wanted to make up for the time he had missed, to be the father Layla and Lance deserved. It was a moment of clarity for Lance, one that made him realize that perhaps their father's love was not as lost as he had once believed.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of introductions, hugs, and tears. Chloe and Lance's mother, who had never quite forgiven their father for abandoning them, seemed to soften as she watched the emotional reunion unfold between his other daughter he never got to see grow up. There was a new understanding in her eyes, a recognition that perhaps Lawrence had not been as heartless as she had once thought. It was a fragile peace, but it was a start. she soon introduced herself as Lawrence's wife and Chloe and Lance's mother.

As they all left the venue together, arms looped around each other's waists, they felt a sense of hope and unity that they had never experienced before. They knew that their lives were about to change drastically, but for once, it felt like it was for the better. They were going to be a family, a real family, with all its flaws and imperfections.

Lawrence, still struggling to process the events of the evening, couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in Layla's accomplishments. He knew that he had missed out on so much of her life, but he was determined to be there for her now. He promised himself that he would do whatever it took to make things right with her, Chloe and Lance, and to earn their trust and love.

As they walked to the car, Layla took her father aside and gave him a small, leather-bound book. "This is a journal I kept during my time competing," she explained. "It's full of my thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I wanted you to have it, so you could get to know me better." Lawrence, touched beyond words, promised to read it carefully and to treasure it always.

" Next week is your sister Chloe's wedding and we would love for you to come and celebrate with us"

Layla's face lit up with joy as she hugged her father tightly. "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world." She glanced over at Lance, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's going to be a special day for all of us."

Lawrence returned her smile, feeling a sense of warmth spread through his chest. "It certainly is. And I want you both to know that I'm here for you, no matter what." He placed a hand on each of their shoulders, his gaze meeting theirs in a show of sincerity.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of celebration and joy as they all attended Chloe's wedding together. Layla and Lance glowed with happiness, clearly proud of their sister and excited to share this special day with their newfound family member. Lawrence found himself feeling more and more at ease with them, beginning to form real connections and bonds that he hadn't thought possible.

As they danced and laughed throughout the night, Lance couldn't help but notice the way his father looked at Layla. There was a sense of awe in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe the incredible woman she had become. Lawrence, for his part, seemed to be relishing every moment of spending time with her, treasuring each conversation and memory they made together.

Chloe and her new husband, meanwhile, were beaming with happiness as they shared their special day with their newly expanded family. They had been through so much, but seeing their father there, a part of their lives once more, made everything feel just a little bit brighter.

As the night wore on, Layla and Lance began to dance together, their movements fluid and effortless, mirroring the deep connection they shared. Lawrence watched them from afar, a small smile playing on his lips as he recalled his own wedding dance with their mother. He couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the journey that had brought them all here, to this moment, together as a family.

Chloe and her new husband, meanwhile, had taken the opportunity to steal Lance and Layla away for a slow dance, twirling them around the dance floor as they shared heartfelt words and hugs. It was a moving display of love and support, and it brought tears to Lawrence's eyes to see his children so happy and loved.

As the night wound down, the guests began to say their goodbyes, but not before Layla, Lance, and Chloe insisted on gathering everyone together for a group photo. They posed arm in arm, beaming with joy and pride, their newfound bond shining through in every image. Lawrence stood behind them, his hand resting on each of their shoulders, feeling a sense of peace and contentment wash over him.

As the last of the guests departed, Chloe pulled her father aside. "Thank you," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you for coming tonight, for being here for us. It means more than you'll ever know." Lawrence, unable to speak past the lump in his throat, simply squeezed her hand and nodded, his own eyes misting over.

Meanwhile, Lance approached Layla with a gentle smile. "You were amazing tonight," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I don't know how you did it, but you made everyone feel so welcome, so included. I'm so proud of you, sis." Layla blushed, her cheeks flushing, but she didn't miss the warmth that spread through her chest at his words.

"Thank you," she replied, her voice trembling just a little. "I'm glad I could help. And thank you for being there with me tonight. You were amazing too, you know." Lance chuckled softly, reaching out to take her hand. "We'll always have each other's backs, right?" Layla squeezed his hand in agreement, her gaze meeting his.

As they stood there, lost in their own thoughts and feelings, they were unaware of the approach of their father. Lawrence cleared his throat gently, drawing their attention back to him. "You two are an incredible team," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "I couldn't be more proud of you both." His words hung in the air for a moment, heavy with meaning, before Lance and Layla stepped forward to embrace their father in a tight hug.

The night air was cool and crisp as they made their way back to the car. Layla and Lance had switched places, with Lance now driving his father's rental and Layla riding shotgun beside him. As they drove, the city lights reflecting off the buildings and streets, they found themselves lapsing into silence, each lost in their own thoughts about the day's events.

"Do you think he'll stay?" Layla finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lance glanced over at his sister, then back at the road ahead. "I don't know, sis. It's a big change for him, moving out here and all. I mean, he's got his job, and he seems to be enjoying it, but…" He trailed off, shrugging slightly. "Who knows? Maybe he'll find a way to make it work. We can only hope, right?"

As they pulled into the driveway of their parents' house, they both glanced at each other, a mix of emotions playing across their faces. They got out of the car and walked together up to the front door, taking a moment to gather their thoughts and compose themselves. The night had been full of highs and lows, but they both felt a newfound sense of connection, not only with each other, but with their father as well.

Inside, their mother was busy cleaning up the remnants of the party, her movements efficient and graceful as she worked. "How did it go?" she asked, looking up from her task with a tired smile. "Did everything go alright?"

"It went better than alright, Mom," Lance replied, taking her hand and leading her into the living room. "Layla and Chloe did an amazing job tonight, and everyone seemed to have a great time." He gestured towards the photo album they'd put together earlier, sitting prominently on the coffee table. "We even got a group photo."

Layla nodded in agreement, her eyes drifting towards the album. "It was hard work, but it was worth it. I think everyone who came felt welcome, and that's all we could've asked for." She glanced over at her father, who was sitting in the corner of the room, looking thoughtful. "And Dad seemed to really enjoy himself too."

Their mother smiled warmly and squeezed Lance's hand. "I'm so proud of both of you," she said. "You've grown into such amazing young adults." She paused for a moment, her expression turning pensive. "And I hope that tonight was a step in the right direction for all of us, finding our way back to each other."

as they talked in the kitchen , Lawrence made his way and joined them, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He looked at his children with a mix of pride and sadness in his eyes. "You both did an amazing job tonight," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't begin to tell you how much it means to me to see all of you together, enjoying each other's company." " i was thinking Layla, why don't you join me and lance for his race next week?" asked Lawrence, trying to sound casual. "I'm sure it'll be fun, and it'll be great for all of us to spend some quality time together."

Layla looked at her father, then at Lance, her eyes filling with hope. "I'd love to, Dad," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "That sounds like a great idea." Lance nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. They all knew that this wasn't just about a race; it was about trying to rebuild their family, one small step at a time.

As the weeks passed, they all threw themselves into preparations for the race. Lance trained harder than ever, determined to do his best for his father. Layla helped out with logistics and publicity, using her organizational skills to make sure everything ran smoothly. And Lawrence, well, he was there for moral support, offering advice when asked and lending an ear when needed.

The day of the race finally arrived, and the entire family made their way to the track. The air was filled with the roar of engines and the excited chatter of spectators. Lance's heart pounded in his chest as he strapped himself into the car, but he felt a calm confidence wash over him when he saw Layla and their father standing nearby. They were his biggest fans, and he couldn't have asked for anything more.

As the race began, Lance focused on the track, determined to navigate the twists and turns with precision. He could feel the adrenaline surging through his veins, pushing him to go faster, to outperform his competition. But even as he raced, his mind kept drifting back to the people he loved standing on the sidelines. He knew that this race wasn't just about winning or losing; it was about proving to himself and to them that he could be the man they needed him to be.

In the grandstands, Layla and their father cheered him on, their voices carrying across the track. They could feel the raw emotion in their words, the unspoken love and support that flowed between them. As Lance neared the finish line, they held their breath, willing him to cross it. And when he did, emerging victorious amidst a cloud of burning rubber and deafening cheers, they erupted in applause, their eyes shining with tears of pride.

Lance climbed out of the car, his chest heaving, and threw his arms around his father. They hugged tightly, sharing a moment of connection that felt like it had been eons in the making. Layla joined them, wrapping her arms around both of them, and for a brief moment, it felt like everything was going to be okay.

As they walked back to the pit, Lance couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. There was still so much work to do, so many bridges to mend. But for now, he was content to bask in the glow of victory and the love of his family. He knew that with their support, he could face any challenge that came their way. and he finally had another sister who he could share his dreams with.

[formulalfc]

saw lance with facial hair and haven't been able to think about anything else since so here we are <3

he had told you he was trying to grow out his facial hair but you never thought he would look so goddamn fine?? it's early in the morning and lance is getting ready to go to the paddock cause its qualifying today and he needs to be there a bit earlier than you do. and ur watching him from under the covers, head just poking out because its cold :/ he pulls a shirt over his head and you pout cause u can't see his abs anymore and he catches your pout and sends a wink your way making you giggle and blush. when he's done getting ready he's coming over to you and stroking your face and hair, eyes moving quickly over you as if he's trying to fuse the picture of you all snuggled in bed into his brain. and then he's leaning down and kissing you all of the face and ur full on belly laughing cause his beard tickles like hell and you can feel him laughing too. and when he pulls back ur holding his face in you hands, scratching at his beard as he gazes down at you. and the way he's looking at you makes you clench your thighs, and then your frowning cause why does it kinda hurt down there. and then it just clicks, cause lance must have spent a good hour eating you out the night before and so now you have a rash at the top of your legs and you know its gunna hurt like a bitch for the next few days, but you can't bring yourself to care cause you love his facial hair so much.

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[jamminvroomvroom]

Lance and almost girlfriend. She's scared of his world and scared to really commit.

well, she’s angsty, she’s fluffy and she’s finally here! thank you for sending this in, sorry it took me so long to get this out there, but i hope you enjoy! never written lance before so this was a bit of a challenge but y’all know how i loves my angst. wrote this in about 10 mins so go easy on me lmao

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you felt his hands ghosting over your hips, moulding to the curves of your body. it was as if he was an extension of you, and sometimes you wished he was.

but he wasn’t. he couldn’t be. you wouldn’t let him be.

“you weren’t there.” his voice fell flat, counteracting the delicateness of his touch. “you said you’d come and you didn’t.”

you sighed, the guilt you already felt increasing tenfold, making your heart hurt in your chest every time it beat.

“i couldn’t.” you whispered, weak in your response. you’d figured it would be easier this way, to push him away. you figured it would hurt less.

“but you promised me.” hurt laced his voice, twisting into his words devastatingly. you felt sick, making him ache like this, ache for you, but you couldn’t be what he wanted to be, you didn’t know how.

“i’m sorry, ba- i’m sorry, lance.” you cut yourself off, brutally, cruelly. you felt his hand tense on your waist, before falling away completely. defeat.

“are you done with me?” you grimaced at the words, turning around slowly to face him, to face up to the consequences.

“i wish i didn’t have to be.” it was pathetic, really, the way you breaking his heart, as if you were already hurt, not that you were scared to one day be by his fast paced life.

“you don’t. what are you saying?” he was frustrated, confused by your meek arguments. did you expect sympathy? sympathy when you were grinding ever morsel of his hope between your fingers?

“i’m scared, lance. i’m scared of all of it. this life that you live, it’s not normal.” you explained, frantic, desperate that he’d understand you, knowing exactly how sorry for yourself you sounded.

“i thought i meant more to you than that.” his demeanour hardened as he spoke, disappointed as you flashed your get out of jail free card. “i thought you cared about me, but if you so desperately want out of this before it’s even started, then fine, by all means. you know where the door is.”

you started to turn away from him, ready to grab your bag and sob in the back of a taxi to the airport but the words that interrupted you stopped you square in your tracks.

“but before you go, i want you to think about it. all of it. every single night in my arms, the way you blush when i hold your hand and when i brush the hair away from your eyes when you fall asleep reading on my sofa. how you watch every race from my apartment with your hands covering your eyes and how you cried when i finally got a fast car. i want you to think about how i would retire just to make you happy, how i want you by my side in everything i do.”

you were speechless, teary, hands shaking as you felt the weight of your decision in your hands.

“now, if you still wanna go, knowing that i will spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy, making you safe, you know where the door is.” his voice was firm, but that didn’t stop it from shaking as you both felt the impact of what you quickly realised was pure cowardice. god, you loved him. you couldn’t let your fear rule you, couldn’t let it ruin your life

you were frozen, watching his face fall further, assuming his words meant nothing to do. what you did shocked both of you, because despite everything, every doubt, fear, worry, you rushed to him, into his arms, that slowly wrapped around you in response.

“i don’t know what i was thinking. i’m yours. i will always be yours.” you breathed, tears breaking the dam and drenching your face as his hands tangled in your hair on a journey to cup your face. you kissed him desperately, held in his strong, capable hands that you knew would look after you, that you knew would worship you and protect you from every single monster under the bed that came with his life.

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[f1smutwriter]

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[pucksandpower]

Boop!

Charles Leclerc x Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: boop! boop! boop!

Max Verstappen strolls through the paddock, his mind preoccupied with race strategy, when suddenly a finger boops his nose.

“Boop!”

He blinks in surprise to find you grinning at him mischievously. “Y/N? What are you doing?“

“Booping!” You giggle, already breezing past him.

Max just shakes his head bemused as you make your way over to Lando Norris, who is chatting animatedly with his trainer. Without pause, you reach out and boop Lando’s nose.

“Boop!”

Lando’s eyes widen comically. “Wha … Y/N!”

You merely flash him a cheeky smile before skipping off, leaving a confused Lando behind.

Lewis Hamilton raises an eyebrow as you approach, but you disarm him with a brilliant smile before booping his nose lightly.

“Boop, Lew!”

The veteran driver blinks slowly. “Well, someone’s in a playful mood today.”

“Just bringing some fun to the paddock!” You trill, already bouncing towards the next target — a very confused Oscar Piastri.

As you boop Oscar’s nose with a cheerful “Boop!” that has him staring cross-eyed, Daniel Ricciardo happens to wander over, watching the scene with amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What’s all this then?“ Daniel chuckles as Oscar shoots him a pleading look.

You spin towards Daniel with a grin. “Boop!”

The Australian laughs as you tap his nose, not even trying to dodge. “You’re proper zippy today, aren’t ya?“

With a parting wink, you flit off to find your next victim. Logan Sargeant jumps when you appear beside him and boop his nose without warning.

“Gah! Oh, it’s just you, Y/N.” Logan exhales in relief as you chirp, “Boop!”

Pierre Gasly watches you dubiously as you skip up to him. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but I don’t think I want any part of-”

“Boop!”

You cut him off cheerfully by booping his nose, leaving Pierre blinking owlishly as you dance off to accost Alex Albon.

“Hey, hey, watch out!” Alex yelps as your finger lands on the tip of his nose with a decisive “Boop!”

You simply beam at him before bouncing towards Yuki Tsunoda. The young Japanese driver eyes you warily.

“What do you want?“

“Boop!” You poke his nose lightly.

“What does that even mean?“ Yuki mutters in bafflement as you skip away, already focusing on your next target.

Fernando Alonso regards you with an arched eyebrow as you approach. You don’t even break stride, swiftly booping his nose with a cheeky “Boop!” before carrying on, leaving the eldest rookie of F1 faintly bemused.

Spotting George Russell chatting with Lance Stroll, you make a beeline for the duo. As you reach them, you boop first George’s nose with a bright “Boop!” earning a surprised blink, then turn and boop Lance, calling out a cheery “Boop!”

Lance gapes at you. “Did you just … boop me?“

“Yep!” You shoot him a sunny smile before whirling off in search of new targets.

As you roam the paddock, your gaze lands on your boyfriend laughing with his mechanics. Shooting him a mischievous look, you zip over and stand on your tiptoes to plant a loud “Boop!” on his nose.

Charles jerks back, eyes widening comically before focusing on you. “Mon amour? What are you doing?“

You bite your lip coquettishly, eyes sparkling as you watch him process what just happened.

Slowly, a grin tugs at the corners of Charles’ mouth. “Oh, I see how it is.”

Quick as a flash, he reaches out to boop your nose lightly. “Boop!”

You let out a delighted laugh as he pulls you into his arms, cradling your face in his hands as he gazes at you adoringly. Your smiles mingle barely a breath apart before Charles leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that sends butterflies fluttering in your belly.

As he draws back, eyes twinkling, Charles murmurs, “Not that I’m complaining, but why did you suddenly decide to go around booping everyone’s noses today?“

You grin up at him impishly. “Well, there’s this thing called tumbl-”

[lorarri]

★ . . . 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 , 𝐋𝐒𝟏𝟖

summary , ferrari's team owners son is exposed for having a fan account for there number one driver and some how they end up fake dating for six months

pairing , heir! lance stroll x fem! f1 driver! reader

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user the way lance was trying to outbid Y/N the whole charity live stream was so funny to me

user the fact that Y/N and Lance sat at the same table doesn't sit right with me

user okay can we stop talking about the fan boy and talk about MOTHER

user the fact that lance's fan account is still posting about Y/N is WILDDDD

user okay enough of simp boy Y/N ate and left nothing

user the way Carlos and Y/N were side eyeing Lance the whole time was so funny

user I bet Lance was posting on his fan account during his event

user okay but the new car looks sexy af

user okay but imagine if they ended up dating

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MANAGER LUCY

I need you to date Lance Stroll

Y/N

who???

MANAGER LUCY

Lawrance's kid

he got exposed for having a fan account about you

and now he looks like a love sick idiot

and he has apprently been begged his father to get a date with you since you joined the team

but he has only now just given in to giving it to him

Y/N

so I have to go on a date with someone who I have only ever met for less than a day

cuz he got exposed for thirsting over me

and now he wants to date me

MANAGER LUCY

yup

they have sent a contract though

basically be with him for six months

and if you aren't happy by the end of it you can 'break up'

but your main job is to make this overgrown fan boys dream come true

also he is willing to pay alot of money

and you will get a better contact next year

Y/N

okay okay okay

fine

but six months and then I'm done

MANAGER LUCY

good to hear it

I'll send the paper work though in a bit

Y/N

great

also I just stalked his fan account it's actually quite in a weird kinda way

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SIR LANCE-LOT

last week of dating....

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

yeah...

SIR LANCE-LOT

I don’t want this to end

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

me neither....

SIR LANCE-LOT

wanna go skiing

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

sure

but if this is gonna work plz stop with the fan account

I don’t need to lose even more privacy 

SIR LANCE-LOT

but i have 700k followers :(((

LADY Y/N-INNGTON

I’ll buy you a ferrari to make up for it bae and I’ll let you inroduce me as your wifey to people

SIR LANCE-LOT

deal!!!!

no take backies 

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user rip YNhusband_real you shall be missed

user bro is really living my dream huh

user nah him in his wag era fr now

user ICONIC

user ugh I don't know who I want more Y/N or Lance

user haters must be salty rn

user this is everything to me

user ferrari better not fuck Y/N strategy or else lance is gonna get them all fired

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[russellsppttemplates]

Dad Lance with his girls in Japan

"Can we go see the flowers before we go to the track, daddy?", Addalynn asked as they left the hotel, you pushing a sleeping Margot on her stroller, "sure, they're this way", he guided you.

The cherry blossoms looked beautiful, leaving your daughter to look up in awe of them, asking for you to take a photo and send it to your mother since she knew her grandma loved them.

Once you arrived at the track, you were fascinated by the amount of fans. Year after year, the fan turn up increased and so did their signs, costumes and offers.

"Look, daddy! There's a big face of you!", Addalynn pointed out as a fan held a giant cardboard face of Lance, "it's as big as me!", she squealed as Lance signed a few caps, one of the fans handing him a small bag, "I made these for your little girls, I hope they enjoy them!", the girl said as Lance took the small crochet bunnies, "do you mind if I give it to them now? The youngest is still asleep, I think", he chuckled, the girl eagerly nodding.

"That girl there made these for you", Lance crouched down and showed Addalynn as she appreciated the details, "I love it, daddy!", she squealed before whispering something on his ear, "yes, that's right, baby, go and tell her", he encouraged as Addalynn smiled at her, "they're very pretty, Arigatō!", she thanked proudly before she showed a sleepy Margot her new bunny, making the younger Stroll girl wave back cutely.

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[hemmingsleclerc]

Welcome Back ┃Sebastian Vettel

Pairing: sebastianvettel x wife!

summary: sebastian and his wife give a surprise visit to the drivers

The sun was setting over the prestigious circuit, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling F1 paddock. The air was filled with the heady aroma of fuel and excitement, as fans and teams prepared for the next race. Unbeknownst to the drivers, a surprise awaited them in the form of a familiar face.

Sebastian Vettel, four-time Formula 1 world champion, was near the paddock entrance with his wife Y/N. After a brief hiatus, they returned to the racing world, not as competitors, but as spectators and supporters. As they walked through the meadow, whispers of excitement and surprise followed them.

Sebastian and Y/N decided to visit the drivers, many of whom had considered Vettel as a role model and mentor throughout their careers, and Y/N as a second mother, having always been there for them since their beginnings. Their first stop was the Scuderia Ferrari garage, where Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz were engrossed in pre-race conversations with their engineers.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere changed. Leclerc and Sainz turned to see the iconic duo standing there with warm smiles. The garage buzzed with excitement as the younger drivers embraced Sebastian like a long-lost friend and Y/N, with her gentle lover, radiated warmth, making the meadow feel like a homecoming.

"It's amazing to have you both here," Charles exclaimed, his eyes shining with admiration. "We've missed having both around!"

Carlos nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's like having our racing parents back. How's life outside the cockpit treating you?"

Sebastian chuckled, "It's different, but we're enjoying the change. And we couldn't resist coming back to witness the thrill of F1 and catch up with all of you."

The surprise visit continued as the couple toured the paddock. Each meeting was marked by genuine enthusiasm and candid conversations. Max Verstappen, who upon seeing them from afar, ran towards them and hugged them tightly, excited to tell them all of his achievements that he had managed to achieve thanks to their help and support. Lando Norris, who almost fainted from excitement when he saw them in front of him, grabbed them both by the arms and took them to the McLaren garage, eager to introduce them to his new partner, Oscar, and the other drivers enthusiastically shared stories of their trips in the mountains. races and asked the experienced couple for advice.

As Sebastian and Y/N approached Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes garage, the air was filled with anticipation. Hamilton, Y/N's old friend, rival and former teammate, greeted them both with a warm hug along with a big smile on his face.

"Seb, Y/N, it's been too long!" Hamilton exclaimed. "This paddock hasn't been the same without you. We need your wisdom and humor back in the game."

Sebastian grinned, "Well, we're here to bring some of that back, at least for today. But remember, you're doing just fine without us. Keep pushing, and the wins will come."

''It's good to see that I left the Mercedes seat in good hands, George has been fantastic in this new season!'' Y/N exclaimed with a touch of emotion and nostalgia when remembering the boy's first season.

The surprise visit of the Vettel's became the highlight of the racing weekend. The drivers, in the midst of their high-risk world, appreciated the moments with them and the peace of mind of knowing that even if they were no longer there every race weekend, they would always be with them. As the day of the race went on, the echoes of their visit persisted, inspiring the drivers to try harder, not only for victory, but also to make their grid parents proud, who watched them grow up, gave them advices, helped them get up when people started to turn their backs on them, who told them to never give up their dream, and who had given them a new meaning of ''family''.

[verstappen-cult]

✦ ۰ —ᣞ ⊹ ݁ ﹙ 🖇️ ﹚: a look into your camera roll if lance stroll was your boyfriend !

bringing home flowers without a reason. fancy dinner parties. gentle embraces. falling madly in love. soft and lazy mornings. physical touch as a love language. singing in the kitchen until your lungs give out. cherry tinted lips. lance would do anything for his favorite girl. being the spoiled girlfriend. lying your head on his chest as he talks about the future. declarations of love.

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙still not dating | LS18˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: lance stroll x alonso!driver!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: none jus fluff!!

summary: in which your rookie season as an f1 driver holds many surprises

a/n: omgg the second time i've written driver!reader coz i fear i suck at it but i'll always do whatever u guys ask of me tbh. 🙏

request!!!: lance x alonso!reader, where fernando is her dad and he just retired and she is lance’s new teammate at aston martin and they fall in love during her first season and are super cute? Kinda friends to lovers vibes

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user1 CONGRATULATIONS QUEEN

user2 oh thts my girl FOR REAL

user3 congrats 🥹🥹🥹🥹

user4 she's only got it coz of her dad 💀

user5 oh c'mon her credentials speak for themselves.

user6 jus u wait till nxt season

user7 aston marton nepotism team 🙄

user8 fr losing all credibility a bit

user9 BE SOOOO FOR FREAKING REAL RN

user10 about to go to war defending y/n

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lance_stroll congratulations again! my favourite alonso!

fernandoalo_oficial watch your back. also flirting with my daughter where i can see it? bold move

lance_stroll excuse me?!

fernandoalo_oficial you're excused.

ynalonso PLEASEEEEE HAHAHAHA

lance_stroll for the record i wasnt flirting

user11 HAHAHAHA

user12 yea right

user13 he's so flirting

user14 ynlance dream team oh it's happening

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estebanocon congratulations y/n! cant wait to celebrate with you tonight!!

ynalonso tysm estie 🫶🫶

mickschumacher CONGRATULATIONSSSSS

ynalonso ahhh!!!! thank you!!!

pierregasly congrats! see you soon

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alex_albon SO so deserved!!!

ynalonso 🥹🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes beautiful angel cant wait to see you beating pierre on the track next season

ynalonso cant wait to see YOU in the aston martin garage 👀

francisca.cgomes oh stop it you!!!!

schecoperez congratulations !

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landonorris well done 👏

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maxverstappen1 so excited to have you on track y/n!

ynalonso ahh such an honour to race alongside (way way behind) you!

maxverstappen1 oh im sure i'll see you up on the podium very soon

ynalonso 🥹

time skip 💚

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landonorris are you dating her mate?

lance_stroll what?? no just friends

landonorris oh my bad 👍

user15 AHHH ynlance crumbs

user16 they r so srs to meee

user17 jus date already.

user18 baby y/nnn

user19 love her sm

mickschumacher aww you guys are cute!

lance_stroll ? we're friends

mickschumacher yea that's what i mean! haha

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ynalonso im jus having the best time

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user20 oh i love her

user21 fav driver for a reasonnnn

user22 PODIUM IN THE NEXT RACE

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user23 her liking....and the next gp is barcelona too

user24 SHE'S COOKINGGG

user25 proving the haters wrong every single dayyy

yourbff MY GIRLLLL

ynalonso im coming home babyyy!!

yourbff iktr 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

fernandoalo_oficial so proud of you 💚

ynalonso 🥹🥹🥹

user26 AHHH THEY R SO SRS TO MEEE

lance_stroll still waiting for you to catch me up 👀

ynalonso oh jus you wait. we'll be on MY turf soon!

lance_stroll cant wait 😎

fernandoalo_oficial lance you are like the children in school teasing the girl because you like her!

ynalonso papa please😭😭😭

user27 SCREAM

user28 read him for filth oh my god

user29 GET HIM AGAIN FOR MEEE NANDO

user30 no one talking about how the third pic is so bf vibes?

yourbff 📍 barcelona

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yourbff my favourite event of the year; spanish grand prix!! 🇪🇸

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user31 omgg so cute

user32 love their friendship

user33 always love y/bff/n's annual f1 posttt

user34 aww y/bff/n in the aston martin merch

yourbff always supporting my girl

ynalonso 🥹💚

user35 STOPP AWW

carlossainz55 🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸🇪🇸

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user36 he's so real

lance_stroll stop hogging her

yourbff SAYS YOU??? puta

ynalonso no arguing this weekend!!

yourbff he started it

lance_stroll im not trying to argue

fernandoalo_oficial another one for my theory......

lance_stroll WHAT NOW???

ynalonso make it stop 😭😭

user37 BAHAHAHAHA

user38 nando is killing me

user39 he ships them be fr 👀

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yourbff posted a story

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ynalonso STOPPP IM GONNA CRY AGAIN

yourbff girl i never stopped...

ynalonso 😭 love you soso much

fernandoalo_oficial 💚

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user41 THIS IS SOOOOO CUTE

user42 omg adorable

user43 girl im gonna cry

user44 i love y/n so much

user45 so deserved 🥹

francisca.cgomes omgg🥹🫶

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lance_stroll posted a story

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pierregasly YOUR p2?

lance_stroll what?

pierregasly what?

lance_stroll what?

pierregasly 💀

fernandoalo_oficial interesting...

yourbff RETURN HER TO ME AT ONCE

lance_stroll no

user46 YOURS?

user47 hello????

user48 AHHHHHHHHHHH

user49 ASK HER OUT ALREADY

landonorris still not dating her mate?

lance_stroll we are friends 😌

landonorris 😂

ynalonso posted stories

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fernandoalo_oficial be responsible please

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user50 oh to be a fly on the wallll

user51 WISH I WAS IN THEIR FRIEND GROUPPPP

user52 the shots omg so messy

francisca.cgomes miss you

ynalonso okay where are you come to the club right now

francisca.cgomes 😂 im on my way w alex

ynalonso SSVING YOU BOTH A SHOTTT

lance_stroll love you and congrats

ynalonso IM RIGHT HERE????

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instagram ->

ynalonso posted a story

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user57 hii y/n 👀

user58 we saw the picssssss

user59 SPILL

francisca.cgomes courtesy of lance, i assume? 👀

ynalonso no comment

yourbff spill. the. beans.

ynalonso nothing to spill 😇

yourbff Y/N!!!

fernandoalo_oficial y/n have i seen images of you and lance kissing?

ynalonso nooo hahahh it's not me :)

fernandoalo_oficial are you sure?

lance_stroll 📍 barcelona

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lance_stroll definitely not one to forget

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user60 the first pic being srs & everything else cutesie ... y/n's impact!

user61 the last pic AHHHHHHHHHHHH

user62 the way he LOOKS at y/n!!!!!!

user63 he's in love.

user64 i jus know she's cheesing right back at him too 😭

pierregasly love seeing us both in the points 😍

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fernandoalo_oficial have you spoken to my daughter yet??

ynalonso ...about???

fernandoalo_oficial so, no

lance_stroll 😭 let me live

user65 nando is cooking????

user66 oh he's playing puppet master for sure

estebanocon next time we'll be seeing you on the podium?

lance_stroll yes, alongside you

estebanocon oh, i fear we're dreaming too hard

lance_stroll 😂😂😂

landonorris ...still not dating her mate?

lance_stroll lando. please.

user67 noo let him speak

user68 STILL? NOT? DATING?

ynalonso posted a story

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yourbff oh, i see you

ynalonso hm? 😇

yourbff dont play dumb

francisca.cgomes so you had the conversation?

ynalonso what? :)

francisca.cgomes C'MON

alexandrasaintmleux posting this before spilling the deets to us? okay!!

ynalonso im just a girl

lilymhe well congrats 😎

ynalonso 🥹

user69 WE SEE YOU.

user70 ynlance nation rise

user71 SO THE PIC WAS REALLY U???

user72 you dont need to hard launch girl we get it

fernandoalo_oficial you thought you could trick me?

ynalonso no papa what are you talking about? 😵‍💫

time skip 💚

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user74 oh hello?

user75 this is very sus

user76 to me this is a sign

user77 close enough. ynlance confirmed

user78 THIS IS SO CUTE

user79 i love aston martin 2025

pierregasly just hard launch already what are you waiting for

lance_stroll 😵‍💫

landonorris still not dating her mate?

lance_stroll get a job!!

fernandoalo_oficial your love for her is greater than mine i think everybody should know this by now

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ynalonso with the end of my rookie season i want to thank u all the for the immense support 🥹 not only from the fans but from my father, my team, my best friends and my teammate and boyfriend lance! here's to another great season at aston martin.. 😉 see you next year.

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user80 wait a second

user81 ok there's a lot to unpack here

user82 TEAMMATE AND BOYFRIEND????!?!??!

user83 ANOTHER season!!!! she's renewed her contract w aston??? 🎉🎉🎉

user84 SOOO PROUD

pierregasly you smashed it! honoured to race with you

ynalonso right back at you!

estebanocon a season most rookies could only dream of

ynalonso oh stop!!!!!! 🥹

fernandoalo_oficial beyond proud of you, te amo 💚

ynalonso !!!!! te amo papa

user85 oh how i love them.

yourbff oh thank god

ynalonso aww thanks love you too xx

yourbff be fr. im so proud of you when i think about it too much i start crying

ynalonso STOPPP🥹🥹🥹🥹

francisca.cgomes FINALLY

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lilymhe love you

ynalonso love you sm

alexandrasaintmleux we are all cheering (im so proud of you)

ynalonso love u love u love u

user87 LOVE THE WAGSSS

lance_stroll that's my girl 💚 amazing season, here's to many many more. i love you

ynalonso 🥹🥹 love you so so much thank you for being so amazing!!!

lance_stroll that's all you

user88 "THAT'S MY GIRL"??? IM MELTING

landonorris ohh so he was dating you the whole time?

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THE END 💚