#stroopwaffels

[travelling-my-little-pony]

Toola Roola has found stroopwaffels.

Somewhere in the Netherlands.

[nichmeddar]

f1 grid

franco colapinto

Stroopwaffels | f1 grid

f1 grid × driver!reader × (lowkey) franco colapinto

[smau + rl]

summary : in which the reader had an accident but pretends as if it never happened, is chronic online, and loves stroopwaffels

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yourusername: got traumatised, got stroopwaffels and then a nice nurse lend me her crocs (they're so adorable)

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user1: oh god, she's lost it...

user2: girl, you good

landonorris: *we got some stroopwaffels

yourusername: I'm injured, let me take some ownership

lewishamilton: hope your doing better 🤞❤

user3: that crash looked bad, I hope you're doing alright

user4: well looking at those picture, I think she's fine

user5: or she got some head injury, because what is going on

user6: so are we not going to talk about it???

yourusername: about what?

user7: hope your feeling better ❤

francocolapinto: que te mejores pronto 🥰🥰

yourusername: Idk what you're talking about, but gracias hermoso 😚❤

user8: how are you still alive, that crash looked so mad!?!?

user9: is no one gonna question the amount of stroopwaffels that they bought???

user10: fr, they're like those ppl from the maths books

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The race started normal. The nervousness as the lights started to turn on, the anticipation electrifying the air as you waited for the lights to turn off. The beating of your heart when they did and the automatic pressure applied to the throttle by you which followed.

You managed to pass a few cars before the first corner, passing a loud crowd in an even louder car. The heat behind your seat, was already making you sweat, and you knew that it would only get hotter as you went along. At least the outside temperatures were still decent.

You remeber checking your side mirror when you tried to pass the car in front of you, and the voice of your race engineer talking into your ear, but you didn't remeber turning. You can't recall if it was your own fault or the car's, or if it was the track. But you do remember your car hitting the curb as you went flying of the track, hitting the fence.

You remeber hearing distant voices, but you couldn't answer, you couldn't move. Your sight was moving so slowly, the dizzy world around you only got a bit clearer after a few moments. Clear enough for you to notice that you had to get out. A smell of fire was what brought said clarity up. Your hands were shaky, as you tried to unfasten your seatbelt. It normally wouldn't have taken this long, but your body was just too heavy. When you finally managed to unbuckle them, you dared to look outside. Over your already heavy breathing, weaved a sense of panic when you noticed that your car had embodied itself into the fence, above the ground, so you had to jump out. There were already Marshalls below, discussing what to do, a crane slowly approached as well. One of the marshalls ran up to the car with a ladder.

Even through your foggy mind you knew what they were planning to do, so you prepared to get out. Trying not to disturb the weight of the car too much, you pulled your legs in and pushed your body up, waiting for the ladder. You looked down towards the orange figures, only making them out blurry through your impacted vision. You jumped a little when a Marshall suddenly appeared by your side. He had already climbed up the ladder, but you hadn't noticed.

His lips moved, but you couldn't hear anything. You didn't know how to answers, so a thumps up had to be enough for now. He seemed to noticed your dizzy state and shouted something down, before slowly reaching out to you, to help you on the ladder. The drop down wasn't far, but the other Marshalls still put you airmattresses in case you should fall.

You don't know how you managed to make your way onto the ladder but you did. Following the Marshall down, as he stayed below you, one hand reaching up and holding you close to the ladder by your back.

At the bottom you had to take a moment to breathe. A Medical team immediately checked if you were alright for the moment, before leading you towards the medical car to take you to the medical centre.

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yourusername: good things: doctor who, stroopwaffels, y mi persona favorito, Franco 😘

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user9: I aspire to be this nonchalant, girl just had a big crash, but instead of addressing it she posts her boy

user10: are they together? user9: I genuinely don't know yourusername: neither do we 🤔 user9: OMG?!?! user10: what is that supposed to mean???? 😳😳

francocolapinto: 🥰🥰❤ [liked by yourusername]

yourusername: 🥰❤😘 [liked by francocolapinto] user11: what is this, guys? yourusername: 😘 user11: welp

user12: WHAT IS GOING ON ?!?! 😲💀👀

user13: right??

landonorris: are you still concussed? 😃

yourusername: from what 👀 landonorris: 💥🏎 yourusername: I don't know what you're on about 🤔 landonorris: 💀

alexalbon: are you dating my teammate?

user14: alex out here asking the important questions yourusername: no alexalbon: I just heard franco shout in protest carlossainz55: I did too yourusername: what are u doing at williams, another dinner date with james 🤨😏😘 charles_leclerc: hahaha, she got you there 😂😂

maxverstappen1: can I get some stroopwaffels too?

yourusername: only if you watch doctor who with me 🥰 maxverstappen1: ok 😊

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The conclusion from the medical staff after your inspection came to a surprise almost. You were pretty much fine, aside from a concussion. Nevertheless did they still sent you to the hospital to get a CAT-scan just to be sure that everything is fine.

After everything there got concluded, you were advised to stay overnight before being able to get picked up by someone. Not that you were in a state to complain, as you were still way too dizzy and tired to complain. The way too hard hospital bed, with it's annoying pillows didn't bother you as much in that moment, because you couldn't really concentrate on it anyway, as you quickly fell asleep.

While you were out, some of the drivers came up to visit, leaving flowers and get well cards. One of the drivers got also instructed to pick you up in the morning. That someone turned out to be Lando. For whatever reason.

Although you were still a bit dizzy, you managed to not throw up or fall on your nose when you made your way to Lando's car. The gifts you received were already on the backseat. The curly headed man, smiled brightly as he saw you, which you returned, still slightly delirious.

"They gave me these funky pills so now I can't stop smiling." Was the fist thing you announce when you sat in the passenger seat. Lando simply laughed loudly and started the car.

"Hey, can we stop at some shop, I'm craving stroopwaffeln." You answered, trying to pronounce it as Dutch as you could, remembering the way Max taught you.

"Fuck yeah, stroopwaffels are the best." Lando agreed eagerly. "But don't tell our trainers."

Completely off it, you lifted a wobbly finger to your lips and let out a pshhh. Lando watched you, and bit his lip clearly holding back a laugh.

"Shit you're high." He mused. "But you have to pretend not to be when we ho shopping, alright."

You held out your pinkie, "I swear."

Lando giggled and wrapped his pinkie around yours.

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lando.jpg: stroopwaffels 🍪

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yourusername: did you steal my stroopwaffels???

lando.jpg: I payed for them yourusername: paid*

user14: damn they're really out there living their best life

user15: he did oscar dirty, haha

user16: I really want some stroopwaffels too now 🙃

oscarpiastri: why are you all so obsessed with stroopwaffels?

yourusername: cause they're amazing

lando.jpg: seriously osc

danielricciardo: oh can I get some too 😯

lando.jpg: no yourusername: yes danielricciardo: great 🥰 thanks y/n

user17: I love the crocs

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You had been ordered to stay in bed by the doctors, so that was exactly what you had been doing. Laying on your couch, watching doctor who, drinking tea and eating stroopwaffels. You ignored the sickness coming over you as you bit into the soft stroopwaffel, before placing it again over you mug, just in time for Franco to come back into the room from the bathroom. Way too loud in your opinion. The remains of the concussion were still present and you were trying to improve your health before the race this coming weekend. So you did nothing and chilled with Franco.

He came over after you got back home and hasn't really left your side since then.

"What candles do you use in you bathroom, they smell amazing." He announced throwing himself back on the couch next to you.

"I think they were a gift, so I'm not sure." You answered, moving you eyes from the television towards the boy.

"Who gave them to you?"

"Charles, but I think Alexandra picked then out." You nodded chuckling alongside Franco.

"Ah, then I'm gonna ask her, maybe I can also pet Leo."

"Maybe you can steal him and then we can co parent him." You suggested eyes focused back on the screen.

"Are you on drugs again?" Franco asked leaning over and poking your cheek. You still had problems moving you eyes, as the world seemed to just lag behind when you did. So with you simply staring at the screen showing barely any emotions you did appear sluggishly, as if on medication.

"Well, I do still take my meds, but I'm not high." Slowly you turned to look at Franco who frowned at you.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to race this weekend again?" He asked concerned. It was a question he had continuously asked over the past few days. And you replied the same everytime. "I have to, I might get dropped if not. I don't want to not perform and look weak in front of the media, they're gonna eat me alive. I mean people have driven in worse states."

Franco didn't answer, but his expression clearly didn't agree with your words. Though he knew that arguing with you wouldn't matter. It would only lead to headaches. So all he did was throw his arms around you and moved his body weight into you, so that you both fell onto your side.

You landed on you back and Franco squeezed in the gap beside you and the back of the couch, arm draped over your torso. When befriending him your quickly learned that his love language was physical touch, so random cuddles were starting to be normal behaviour for him. Especially when he wanted to show that he cared and comfort you.

You never complained, because you actually loved it. You loved the kind of bond you two shared. But there was a slight problem just now.

"I can't reach my stroopwaffels."

[papaya-twinks]

miami nightmare - l.n

Warnings: Sad Lando, smut, 18+, oral (male receiving)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Based on sprint today :(

A/N - omg Lando bless him tbh he’s gonna blame it on himself

LANDO POLE PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Shit. Lando did not sound happy on the radio. Not at all when he was pushed off of the track by no fault off his own and spun around. You watched as he walked back to the garage, his figure on the TV radiating anger as he ignored the waves and sympathetic smiles. Without even removing his helmet, he made his way to you, seeing your arms open to receive him. “I’m sorry, love,” you mumbled, pulling his helmet and balaclava off as he sighed.

“Well, we have 18 laps to spare,” you shrugged, leading him through the garage. “To do what, mope around?” he asked sarcastically as you hummed, shutting his driver room door. “Y/N…” he begun, squinting at you as your fingers clawed at the bottom of his fireproofs. “Gonna make it better for you,” you said, lips on his neck as he gasped. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, your lips trailing down his now bare chest and towards his v-line.

You lowered his suit, eyes on his as he watched you, lips parted slightly, curls falling perfectly on his forehead. “So gorgeous,” he said, watching as his cock sprung against your cheek, your hand wrapping around the base. You giggled, his length pressing against your face as he sucked in a breath of air. “You do it,” you said, letting him wrap his hand into your hair, your lips sucking softly on the top of his cock.

“Fuck, like that, Y/N,” he pushed softly onto your head, making you take his tip into your mouth. You hummed against him, pulling back for some air, before he pushed you onto him again. Your hand reached the parts of him that your mouth couldn’t, rubbing your salvia up and down as you twisted your hand. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, doll,” he cooed, his fingers grazing your cheek. Your eyes watered as he pushed you further down, his cheeks flush

Your eyes rolled as you hollowed out your cheeks to fit more of him, struggling at this point. You felt his hand come down on your cheek softly, stinging slightly before caressing the contact area. “Stay with me, doll,” he mumbled, hand pumping himself as he let you off of him for a few seconds, before bringing you back down. “Look, at you, hm? Taking me so well,” he teased, drawing small circles on the top of your chest, feeling him hit the back of your throat.

“Shit Y/N,” he cursed, pulling you off of him as he felt the knot unravel in your stomach. “I’m fucking close,” he groaned, cheeks red. You hummed in protest, moving his hand off of you and sliding back onto him, a gasp leaving his lips as he felt himself release. “Y/N, what are you- fuck!” he moaned, head thrown back, sweat dripping along his cheek. The hot cum hit the back of your throat as he groaned, pulling you off of him as you giggled.

“Oops,” you shrugged as Lando reached forward, using his thumb to push the hot liquid back into your mouth. “Thank you doll,” he giggled airily, “might DNF every race,”. You hummed, “I only swallow if it’s not your fault,” you shrugged as he groaned. “That’s what I get for DNFing? What if I win, Y/N, god?” he laughed, bringing his lips to yours.

[slutforpringles]

visacashapprb: VCARB 🤝 stroopwafels

[12-toads-in-a-trench-coat]

everyone welcome my stupid fish child ma'tem

[lennies-blog]

Petition for F1 to make podium sitter photos after every race just like F2 does!! 🙌 🤌

[copperbadge]

Stroopwafels hot off the press soothe most of life's agitations.

[ID: A close up photograph of a large, freshly-made stroopwafel, a thin crisp waffle split in half and spread inside with caramel sauce and melted chocolate. Several bites have been taken out of it, revealing the gleaming sauced interior.]

[blamemma]

via f1dutchgp insta stories

[allnewastromarta]

After i die i hope i'll get to know what went through maxiel heads at austria 2023

[raeuberkotzenrotz]

Critical information

[shinybulbasaur]

wanna go through the tags on that glassblowing post and make a collage all the different "forbidden [food item]" tags

[givemeanorigami]

Il fatto che domani devo passare davanti a Tiger e le persone vicine a me lo sanno, ma mi lasciano andare da sola, senza super visione o qualcuno che mi riporti alla ragione quando mi ritroverò a pensare se mi può servire un tagliere con tanto di foro porta coltello a lato o delle ali gonfiabili, è pura follia.

[slutforpringles]

Daniel Ricciardo arrives to the circuit ahead of practice for the Dutch GP | Friday | Zandvoort |

[crysonna]

@beebundt

Sealing in the heat of the coffee

[theswizzle16]

wasn’t told that the super important team meeting was today so that was stressful but they had very fancy french cookies (?) so it was fine

[onedragonarmy]

Staring at the blister on my fingy bc I burned myself while making fried rice and just bein amazed at how my skin ate the lotion I had so effectively to remove all that remove and protect that cubic mm of dead skin in less than a day

Go you lil cells! I'm sowwy!

Protip: if you get a hot oil on your skin! Use room temp water to rinse it off asap! It will then hurt unless you gently run cold water on it* for about 2 hours. After that you can feed your skin lotion to assist in recovery.

*I ended up using a bowl of ice water with some folded paper towel to use as a cold dressing of sorts, draws out the heat constantly; as most first aid sources online will immediately instruct you to do.