#andreas and zak i love you so much

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Santa's Little Helper

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff

Requested: Yes/No

Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf

A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me

"Ready to be home?" 

Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago. 

"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant. 

"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt. 

"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room. 

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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now. 

"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker. 

"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out. 

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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by. 

"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought. 

"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering. 

Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house. 

Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles. 

Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got. 

He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed. 

Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house. 

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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod. 

"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps. 

"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly. 

He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply. 

Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling. 

"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate. 

"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel. 

"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him. 

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[russellsppttemplates]

I'm right here! (Oscar Piastri)

People seem to forget you're dating Oscar

Note: english is not my first language. Another Oscar piece 🫶

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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"Do you think this will translate as well on the track though?", Phil, the head of the engineering department, asked as you showed him the latest set of data.

"Even with the interval we've set for changes, these numbers show it could improve performance, especially in race pace", you pointed to the calculations on the side.

"We would only have it for Miami, though", he reasoned, "we don't have enough time to get this done for Shanghai and I don't think it would be wise to test this in a track we haven't raced in five years", Amelia argued as you nodded in agreement, "but it looks promising - good job, Y/N", she patted your back.

"Would you feel comfortable talking about it in the meeting with Zak, Andrea and the mechanics? You have been the one working the most with this, makes sense for you to be the one taking point. Lando and Oscar should join you as well - I think they're doing something on the Sim", William mused.

"Absolutely! Yes, Oscar said he was driving a new set up and strategy Tom also wants to discuss in the meeting", you offered with a smile.

"Having insider information makes this easier - I don't have to check every single e-mail and wonder about things, especially Oscar's schedule", Amelia chuckled, rubbing your shoulder before she got up.

As everyone gathered in the meeting room, you set your laptop up so the latest data would be seen by everyone as you spoke about the changes, "we don't think nor expect this will be ready for China, but we're hoping to have the new package in Miami already - gives us enough time to work on it and the track there is ideal for us to have an idea of how this could play out for the rest of the season", you concluded.

"I agree - I think China will be damage control racing and we're accepting it as it goes", Andrea stated.

"We just need to get going with these then and also get the guys to try it out on the- Oh! Speaking of the devil", Zak chuckled as Oscar and Lando stepped inside the meeting room.

"So that's that, I think - thank you for all your work and let's hope we can bring some points next weekend", the British driver said before everyone scattered out.

Closing your laptop and getting your tablet, you held them against your torso so you could go and set them back to your station before lunch. You didn't make it very far as Oscar stood just outside the room, his hand snaking up your back carefully as he didn't want to startle you.

"Good morning, love", he smiled, kissing your cheek and walking with you.

"Morning, Osc", you kissed his cheek back, "how was training?", you wondered.

"Same old - went for a run this time, though, it was nice enough outside", your boyfriend offered as you reached your desk, tidying it a little bit before leaving to get some lunch, walking hand in hand.

You didn't expect to fall for a driver, especially after the relationship you had with Lando. You behaved like siblings, often pranking eachother, and it had helped you grow more confident around him and the senior staff when you felt you were all but a small intern. Over the years, you grew more comfortable as your ideas and pitches would get considered and tested, finally feeling like your place was well earned and that at the right time, the development would come to bring McLaren to the top where it belonged.

When Oscar joined the team, however, you didn't expect to feel the way you felt about the Australian driver. He was handsome, very shy and very kind and thoughtful as he sat all through the meetings as you explained the changes. Jeopardising your career was something you didn't want to do, but after some not so careful touches and glances, the team assured you it wouldn't be an issue in case you and Oscar were to pursue a relationship together.

"Here's my favourite team-mate! And she brought Oscar with her!", Lando joked as you sat at the same table as him.

Swatting his neck playfully, you sat down next to him so you could face Oscar as he put his tray down, "I will revoke new updates package from you and you'll be stuck in the midfield", you taunted before you started eating.

"Do you want to spend the night at my place? I need to sort a few things out still this afternoon, but I'm hoping I can leave on time today", you squinted your eyes.

"What do you mean on time?", Lando quirked an eyebrow.

"Yesterday, she got so caught up in the calculations, I barely got a text out of her when I asked her if she wanted to have dinner with me", Oscar chuckled as you held hands on top of the table, playing with his fingers, "what was it you texted me? 'I'm having a breakthrough' I think it was", your boyfriend offered.

"I did, though! Amelia checked it over and we might be onto something - I have to go to Race Base this afternoon so they can check them out", you shrugged your shoulders."We're spending the whole afternoon in the sim", Oscar checked with you, "when you get off, then we can leave together - how does that sound?".

Coming back to your place after you stopped by the supermarket, you set the bag on the counter and pulled out all of the ingredients you bought to make sure the dinner would be suitable and appropriate to Oscar's plan.

"I haven't had a proper cuddle today", Oscar pulled you to him, beggining to litter kisses on your forehead all the way to your cheeks and jaw, "I can't ever do this at the center", he mumbled against your neck, tickling you.

"We could, just where there are no other team members", you giggled before cupping his cheeks, "which happens to be nowhere most of the time", before you kissed his lips.

"I'm going to start working on the chicken", Oscar said after you stole a few kisses, "are you going to be in the Center for the race?".

"No, I'm travelling with the team", you smiled as you took the fresh pasta out of the bag, "which means we can spend more time together - and people will actually see us together", you mumbled the last part.

"People know we're together, love", he smiled, cutting up the last bit of garlic and tossing it in the pan.

"Sometimes it doesn't seem like it - they didn't see me in Jeddah and the rumours flew out of control", you wiped your hands on the kitchen towell before hugging Oscar's back, resting your cheek between his shoulder blades.

"You know how the media works - they see the smallest hint to something they want to see and then they're there", he offered, taking one of his hands to squeeze your hip, "you're the one here, aren't you?", he tsked.

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"Where are you going?", Oscar asked as he saw you grab a tablet and push the chair back under the table, "I thought we could have some time together now".

"The stewards picked out eight cars at random to get checked over a few components - Mike and Barry are waiting for me", you offered, pecking his lips quickly, "hopefully they're just not messing around with our schedule because everything is supposed to be how it is!", you smiled before you started to walk out.

"I'll go with you, then", your boyfriend assured, "can't have you go to the wolves on your own when you can have company, beautiful".

Oscar walked up to the building with you, kissing your temple before you stepped inside, "I left some data from the sprint for you to look at, and tell Lando I also left a file for him with his tire deg - I told Will to do it, but he might forget!", you alerted before letting him go.

Knowing how long it would take, he went back to the McLaren garage, stopping whenever fans snapped a couple of pictures or autographs.

By the time you were back in the hotel room after the sprint and qualifying, Oscar went to the bathroom so he could have a shower, leaving you to lay on the bed and scroll through social media.

You looked at the photos the media team had posted, along with the stories where you could spot yourself in the background and spotted a few comments as you flicked through the carrousel of pictures, the comments under it weren't something you hadn't seen before.

Hear me out, Oscar and Elaine are the perfect match

I know, right? 😭 honestly, they need to get together! They would be so cute together

She's so polite and put together, but I get rhe vibe that she's really shy too, they would be perfect for eachother

Are we forgetting Y/N? aka Oscar's girlfriend

I still can't believe the people at the top have let their engineer date a driver

Y/N's way too out there, I call PR relationship

She couldn't even build a great car, I'm not sure why you would defend her

She was literally the reason the car and the turnaround last year and we started getting podiums?

These have been the best 12 months in terms of development, what are you on about? Just because she's with Oscar, you can't dig at her like that

The last few comments don't come up too often, but you had to admit it was nice when they did even if they did nothing to the way you felt.

The green eyed monster took over more times that you'd like. You work with numbers, probabilities and direct correlations, so it was hard to miss the reason behind how you were feeling.

"Why are you looking at your phone like that? You promised you wouldn't work once we got back to the room", Oscar warned, using the towell to dry his hair before he looked at you again.

"I'm not working", you mumbled, locking the phone and setting it on your stomach, pondering whether or not you should talk to Oscar about this.

"That long silence tells me that there is something bothering you", Oscar began, "I'm not saying you have to talk about it right now - I won't force you to -, but I'm here for you when you want to do it", he offered earnestly.

"I'm jealous of you and Elaine", you stated, earning a quirked eyebrow from your boyfriend.

"Me and Elaine? The communications' intern?", he looked for some clarification.

"Yes!", you answered loudly.

"We don't - I don't even spend that much time with her, what do you mean?", Oscar asked.

"I know you don't, but people online seem to think you should! First, it was that actress that McLaren invited for Abu Dhabi - the weekend where Natalie and Naomi kept approaching us because they wanted to chat and there was actual visual proof we were together after all the rumours -, now they're saying how you should go out with Elaine!", you admitted, "they're all saying you really should have someone and that she should be the one to go, that she has all the qualities you should look for and I-", you took a big breath in, "I'm literally over there, every single day of the races - in the garage, sometimes in the pitwall!", you stated, "I barely do any races from the Center anymore, so it's not like people forgot that I exist!".

"Love, I'd never do that to you - you're the only person I care about like that", Oscar replied instantly.

"I know you don't, but it hurts to see", you admitted, "comments people make about my boyfriend and how he really should start dating someone when our relationship is public - I'm there, I see them, they see me!", you let a tear fall down your cheek, "there's only so much I can do to make it obvious, Osc!".

Oscar sat down next to you on the bed, throwing the towell on the floor for the moment so he could pull you to face him.

"Y/N, I didn't know it was bothering you so much, I don't even notice all of that", your boyfriend craddled your face in his hands, thumbs wiping the tears that continued to fall and looking into your eyes.

"I never told you and I know you don't read all of the comments", you reasoned, "I just thought it would stop at some point! Everyone keeps saying that you should have someone and I want them to think I'm that someone - because I am!", you said bitterly.

"Is there something you'd like me to do? That would make you feel better about it?", Oscar combed your bangs away and behind your ears.

"What can we do anyway? Have you walk around with a t-shirt that says "I have a girlfriend - Y/N, the engineer"?", you scoffed.

"I will do that if you think it will help - throw in a headband with "Y/N's boyfriend" too if it helps!", he tried to pry a smile out of you.

"Don't be silly", you playfully shoved his chest before holding his hands in yours, "I honestly have no idea what to do, but I know I want it to stop without putting our jobs on the line", you pouted.

"Maybe an Instagram post from us then? Something chilled but serious enough so anyone can get the hint - and I wouldn't mind arriving into the paddock with you in the morning", your boyfriend suggested.

"Oscar, I have to be there way earlier than you need to", you argued.

"Then I'll be there earlier, I'll have breakfast there with you and we'll spend more time together in front of everyone - as much as you feel comfortable with", Oscar offered you an assuring smile, "I don't want anyone else the way I want you, I don't love anyone the way I love you, Y/N".

Smiling at the honesty and safety he was transmitting you, you kissed his lips, starting with small pecks before one last long kiss, letting your foreheads touch as you pulled away, "thank you, Osc, I love you".

The next morning, reporters were surprised when they saw the McLaren driver show up in the paddock so early, his hand laced in yours as they asked a couple of questions.

"My girlfriend had to come in earlier, so I thought I'd join her and see a little bit of the preparations", Oscar replied before you continued to walk to the McLaren hospitality.

"Is it bring your boyfriend to work day?", Anna asked after her usual morning greeting.

"He's always with me at work though", you squinted before giggling, "but I really need people to know he's mine and that I'm here!", you half joked.

#oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri fic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fluff

[inchidentally]

https://x.com/safeforlando/status/1747305676051722256?s=20

While reading and then listening to it, I had the biggest smile in the world <3

https://x.com/safeforlando/status/1747337071490961763?s=20

It's as small as helping someone pronounce a difficult word, but it makes me happy <3

thank you SO much for these anon <3<3

I absolutely adore how much Zak, Andrea, Lando, Oscar - literally anyone involved with McLaren has made it abundantly clear what a wonderful thing they have and that they're not remotely interested in changing it up ;__; it's why I didn't feel I was overestimating when I did the reply trying to even /think/ where the hell Lando or Oscar would want to go after 2025 and 2026 respectively bc not only would everywhere else be a downgrade or a massive compromise, these two have already experienced what it's like to compete against each other when the car is shit but also when they're both at the front of the grid. theirs has been the only dramatically positive story for 2023 and it's been an excellent test of their partnership.

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I'm gonna do a whole thing about that part where Oscar Comepetency Piastri jumps in to help Lando Show Your Love for Me With Patience Norris pronounce the word chrysanthemum. bc this is like an entire series of Artist/Feelings Lando needing Engineer/Logical Oscar to fill in the blanks and give him instruction. it's like how McLaren handed over the explainer videos to Oscar pretty early on and they stick to Lando doing the hype videos.

but oh my god the sweetness of Lando filming his own video and looking over to Oscar all the time bc of course Oscar is just happy to sit and watch Lando rather than check his phone or wander off !! Lando is his favorite tv show ! and also I kind of love that this puts Oscar in with the team who regularly follow Lando around to do filming or help him follow his schedule and generally support him. there was that quote from the Prema team about how Oscar was absolutely fine during the pandemic bc he was so used to living alone/looking after himself largely alone until Mark came in to offer advice. so like combine that with Oscar's famous patience and calmness and Lando's life pulling him in ten different directions and his brain having these gaps of knowledge bc he's been so deeply into just racing from a young age and god it's so perfect.

side note that "full pink helmet" comment and Lando about to die laughing

#inchreplies #landoscar #ok bear w me I'm gonna go dig up some clips and make a compilation video #god I appreciate anons sending these things in I just can't keep up a lot of the time <3 #helmet designs #landoscar lore

[il-predestinato]

I am very curious about "A Modern Fairytale in Five Parts (aka. Once Upon a Time in Monte Carlo)" :))))) <3

Oh yes, the fairytale AU I've been struggling with for 1.5 years. 😅

title: Once Upon a Time in Monte Carlo

summary: A retelling of the very cursed 2021 Monaco Grand Prix. In which there is a prince in distress (Charles), an evil witch (Christian), a poisoned apple banana, a countdown rose in a jar, a bunch of suitors (the entire grid), and a desperate search for True Love's Kiss. 5+1, Charles/Max with a tiny bit of Charles/Everyone.

I shared an excerpt from it before, so you can read that first for a little more context. 😁

Another excerpt (from "Chapter 2: LANDO NORRIS"):

He gets a bloody podium. He’s on the podium with two of his closest friends. Except the podium celebrations have as much cheer as a funeral procession. The bottles of champagne remain untouched; neither Max nor Carlos could muster the enthusiasm to spray their bottles. He spied Max handing off his bottle to Christian Horner, who could not have looked more smug.

Lando wouldn’t put it past the guy to be responsible for Valtteri’s wheel nut failing to come off during the pit stop. (Both Zak and Andreas privately voiced their suspicions about the so-called “Witch King of Red Bull” … all right, maybe the nicknames were a little overboard, but Christian is still a right bastard.) The weekend could not have gone more perfectly for Red Bull.

Not that it seemed to matter to Max, who looked like he was ready to dart away the moment he entered parc fermé. Lando suspects he would have if they didn’t have obligatory post-race interviews. And even with that, there was scarcely a question that didn’t revolve around Charles.

At the end of it all, Lando is frankly exhausted. At this point, he’ll settle for a quiet dinner and getting his ass kicked at FIFA by Carlos.

Lando catches up with Carlos outside the Ferrari garage (and God, this place is depressing… one would think someone died in that garage). The Spaniard is in the middle of a sizeable gathering of F1 drivers - Max is there, along with Pierre, George, Seb, Gio, and Daniel.

“What do you mean that you also tried?” hisses Max, folding his arms at Pierre.

The Frenchman throws his former teammate a withering look that seems to question his intelligence at the same time. “Exactly what I mean, Max. He’s my best friend! I had to try.”

“You mean you kissed him?” adds Daniel helpfully.

Max sputters with a half cough, half choke. Daniel thumps his back vigorously, while Pierre graces both of them with an exaggerated sigh. “Merci, Sherlock, for clarifying.”

“Why would you do that?” Lando blurts out, joining the crowd.

Pierre looks at them like they were all lacking in wits. “His love interests are not exactement limited to women.” A bunch of goldfish expressions stare back at him; Pierre sighs again. “Really, guys, it’s 2021.”

A moment later, they’re all talking at once and talking over each other.

“Well, this really changes the game -”

“A much bigger pool -”

“Do you think he has a secret male lover -”

“Could still be a woman, you know -”

“Holy crap, do we all have to kiss him?”

“Try not to sound so eager, Dan -”

“Fuck, I’d do it without the curse -”

“Jesus, DAN!”

Lando clears his throat loudly. “If Pierre couldn’t wake him up, why would any of you guys succeed? He’s the closest to Charles. If it’s any of us, it would be Pierre.”

Carlos tilts his head thoughtfully. “Charles and Pierre are more like brothers. I think true love’s kiss is meant in - ah, how do you say it - the more biblical sense?”

“Romantic,” corrects Dan. “More face-sucking than air kisses, more naked grinding than soft cuddles, more deep throat -”

“I think we get it,” interrupts Seb, and Lando has never been more grateful to the former Ferrari driver.

Then Max, who had been rather morosely silent amongst all the clamour, speaks up for the first time. “Maybe… maybe it doesn’t hurt to try. It - it couldn’t hurt if there’s a chance of waking him?”

“I agree with Max,” Carlos pipes up, and Lando feels a twist of dread gnawing in his stomach. “He spends so much time on the road, in the paddock, with the team, and with all of us. What if it’s one of us?”

George shrugs. “I don’t suppose it would hurt to try.” He grins at Daniel. “There are worse things than kissing Charles.”

#lestappen #elle.ask #ask game #tag game #my fic #lestappen fairytale au #sorry for the delay! :) #time to run and get back to the rest of you later :D

[vroomvroommbtch]

Hearts don't break around here - DR x fem!OC

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Summary: The tiniest winning celebration after the biggest win was all the really needed after Monza. 

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC

Warnings: Pregnancy stuff, Dan being a sunshine like always, fluff all over the place and some mentions of H*rner.

Word count: 4.8k

A/N: Monza my beloved needed an especial appearence so there you go. Also 200 likes on State of grace? You’re all insane but thank you so much! Writting this two gives me so much peace of mind, so I’m glad you like it. Kay, going back to writing, so I hope you all like this thingy and see you soon! 

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Hearts don't break around here.

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September 2021.

There was something different in the air the whole weekend. They all knew it, but Jas didn't want to get her hopes high until she saw her husband's orange car passing the checked flag. She has seen too many times how pole positions and leaders in careers got screwed over bad strategies, engines failing or PUs suddenly not responding. She has seen Daniel deal with that too many times. She has seen him make a miracle happen in Monaco when he should have retired that damn car, but this was way different. That's why Jas waited, lap after lap, praying to whatever was up there to let Daniel have this one. She prayed for good pit stops and the car hanging on until the end of the race. She prayed and prayed and prayed because Daniel needed that. After months of people talking shit and after the worst year of his career, he needed to prove to himself that he still got it. He didn't have to probe their families, their friends, and especially not Jas. He never needed to probe anything into the woman that loved him with every single fiber of her body, but he wanted to do it. He wanted that just as much as he wanted to close everyone's mouths.  

And damn, when the checked flag came Daniel did it. He fucking did it.  

To say Jas spent the last couple of laps holding tears was a big lie considering she spent the whole weekend doing that. When she saw Daniel being P5 after the quali, then P3 after the sprint, and when she saw his car at the front line she wanted to cry. To say she was proud wasn't enough, but she said it to him again and again because she wanted Daniel to know. She was proud of him every single second of every single day, but that afternoon in Monza there was nothing she wanted more than to run to him and tell him again while she covered him in kisses. But she didn't. She stayed there in the garage, holding Maggie's hand like she did the whole race. She stayed with her jaw hanging, still, not believing that Daniel had won. But then she heard his radio message. She heard his voice yelling with happiness, and there was no need to see him to know he was smiling as big as possible. But then she heard the message. She heard the 'I never left' and all her effort to keep the tears in disappeared out of the window. It all went to hell as soon as she felt Michael and Blake hugging her and Maggie, yelling that he fucking did it.  

After that it was all a blur. She knew Michael cleaned her tears so they could go outside to see Daniel; she thought the tears were over and that she could control it but then she saw him standing over the halo of the car, hitting his own chest, and there she was, crying once again. She cried because she was happy and proud, and because that's exactly what Daniel deserved after such a terrible start to the year. But mostly she cried because the one over the car, taller than anyone else, was the dad of her future baby. That was her man and how much she loved him.

After hugging Lando it felt like it took him forever to celebrate with everyone. After hugging Lando, the mechanics, Zak, and Andreas, it felt like it took him forever to even hug Blake, Maggie and then Michael, but suddenly there was he. It felt like it took him forever, but in one second Daniel was right in front of her. Jas was waiting right beside Michael, eyes full of tears and heart full of pride. The first thing he did was hug her. Daniel held Jas in his arms as tightly as possible, not caring if he was completely sweaty. She couldn't care less about anything at all at the moment, to the point that Jas felt that they were completely alone. She knew there were cameras everywhere and that millions of people were watching, but in that moment it was just her and Daniel. At least for the world it was just the two of them, because secretly, it was the three of them. She didn't need to see his face under the helmet to see his smile but God, she wished more than anyone that she could kiss every single part of his face as she repeated again and again how much she loved him and how proud she was of him. All she did was yell at him an overly excited 'I told you so!' loud enough for him to hear over the noise and the helmet while they hugged each other.

When she insisted on them to get away from Europe and stay in LA to disconnect from everything related to races at least for some days; when Daniel read all those stupid comments people made about him and his career; and when everything felt like falling in pieces around them, she was the one who told him everything was going to be okay. She told him to stop burning his head with all those comments from people who had no idea how it was to drive a car at 300 kilometers. She told him to ignore them and focus on the important things. She told him to hold on because the thighs were going to work out in the end, just like they always did. She promised everything was going to be fine and in the end she was right.

She had no idea if Daniel heard what she said over the absolute insanity that was around them, but she fixed it in a simple way. After their hug, Daniel rested carefully, his helmet against her forehead, looking at her eyes through the raised visor of his helmet. As soon as Daniel saw her tears, he did his best to carefully clean them with his gloves still on, which only made Jas cry even more as she held his helmet between her hands and gave it a little, short kiss, where his lips were supposed to be. Besides that, a simple gesture like placing her hands over his heart was all they needed. One of her favorite things about them was how they didn't need words to understand each other. After almost four years, countless hours traveling, ups and downs, and the intense life they had, sometimes all it took them was a kiss on the forehead, a hand squeeze or a little grin just to know. She just needed to hold his hand and place a kiss on his knuckles to let him know everything was going to be alright. Sometimes it was something as simple as just placing her hand over his heart to let him know she loved him more than anyone in the whole world.

Besides, holding each other was really all they could really do without people noticing their little secret.

They haven't said anything to the world just yet. They couldn't really decide when it was the right time to do it, so they decided to wait. The only problem was Daniel and his incapacity to keep his hands away from Jas. Everyone knew touching was their love language. They were always holding hands, hugging or having some kind of contact. Whatever it was, just having their pinkies laced together, her head over his shoulder, his hand resting over her knee while having dinner with friends, or even just their arms touching as they walked around the paddock, they were connected in some kind of way. Once their relationship became public, it was the most normal thing for them to arrive or leave the paddock holding each other, especially to keep her calm in the mess of people and cameras the first time she was there.

Since they found out about the pregnancy, it was more of the same, but Daniel couldn't stop placing his hand on her stomach. Whatever it was whether they were in bed, laying on the couch or on a hike, he was somehow touching her stomach. It made him happy to just be connected in some kind of way to the place their baby was, so it nothing but complicated to keep his hands away from her stomach when they were in public; but they wanted to keep it for themselves until the obligatory three first months, even after the doctor told them everything was perfectly fine.

They wanted to keep it for the three first months, but then the fourth came and they were too happy in their little bubble, keeping their little family as safe as possible. It was working perfectly. The only ones who knew were their close circle of family and friends, and they all swore to keep the secret for them, just like the counted people did at the MTC when Daniel told them just in case he had to flew away from a race in a hurry for an emergency. They took advantage of the fact that Jas wasn't somehow really showing up yet because, even at four months, her baby bump was small. It wasn't weird to see her wearing oversized shirts with a 3 somewhere, and it was especially not weird if she was in the paddock, so she took advantage of it and it also worked perfectly. Jas hid her bump under shirts and hoodies, and as some kind of a miracle nobody realized what was happening. Nobody was really suspecting, considering it was normal to see Daniel with his arm around her shoulders or resting on her waist. Nobody realized that until after Monza.  

But then Daniel did what nobody was expecting, not even Jas. Forgetting about every single order and rule that the FIA might have, Daniel passed the barrier separating them to be able to reach Jas. But it didn't just end there. He didn't do it to be able to hug his girlfriend without a big piece of metal between them; he did it to kneel right in front of her. And just like the day Jas found out she was pregnant, Daniel kneeled down right in front of her, placed his hands on her waist and rested his head -and helmet- against his stomach. Then there was no way to hide it. By the way he held her, Jas's shirt moved, marking her small bump, letting the whole world know a new Ricciardo was coming to the world. That's how everyone knew the new winner of Monza was going to be a dad. Considering their baby wasn't really planned, it sounded like the most normal thing to make a non-planned announcement.

After another round of tears thanks to seeing Daniel on the podium, after the pictures, the press rounds, the celebrations, the party and especially after being congratulated by what it felt like it was the whole paddock, it was just them. They went back to their hotel room, laid in bed because they were exhausted after such a long weekend and everything was silent. Daniel didn't even move to put on some music on his phone; he just lay there, head resting over Jas' chest while their hands joined over her bump and everything was good in the world. They knew they had to pic up their phones, answer texts and calls, but they didn't want to, so they didn't. All they did was hold each other as they placed kisses anywhere they could reach.

But then she heard Daniel giggling out of nowhere again. It was something that had been constantly happening since the race ended, and Jas couldn't be happier about it. It was her favorite sound in the world and it meant that the man she loved more than anyone in the world was happy, and that was exactly what he deserved. After all the shit he went through Daniel deserved it.  

"Did I really won?" he asked out of nowhere, moving his right hand over her exposed baby bump, fingertips stroking her skin as carefully as possible.  

It was their little ritual every single night since Jas found out she was pregnant. Every single night, Daniel would lay in bed right besides her, or either resting his head over her chest or her legs, and for half an hour he would talk to her bump. He read too many articles on the internet about how fathers can bond with the babies before they are born and how the baby could recognize when the father is touching the belly and when he's talking. Daniel read about that, about saying hello and goodbye so the baby knows you're acknowledging their presence, and about the benefits of talking and explaining things and playing music to the baby, so he was all about it. Sometimes he would go on for an hour or even more because Jas couldn't find the strength to break the magic moment she was witnessing. But in that time Daniel would talk and tell stories to their baby from how he and Jas met, and his work, their family, their plans, to all the places they were going to see together. But then he would also play music. He made a playlist to play to their baby and would put his headphones in Jas's belly or simply let it play on his phone for the three of them to listen to it. Meanwhile, Jas was just there witnessing the most beautiful thing in the world that was her boyfriend doing everything in his power to be a good dad. It was her joy, happiness and privilege to be the one watching all that was happening right in front of her. Most of the nights she wouldn't even dare to talk, too scared to break the magic and ruin the moment. Instead, Jas would just stroke his face, run her fingers through his hair or play with his curls, enjoying the feeling of being with the man of her dreams.  

"You really won, sunny. And what an statement you made out there, you crazy man" she giggled, once again running her hands through his hair, taking her chance to massage his head.  

"We were looking for a way to do it, so there you go. But you're really not mad, right?" Daniel wondered, moving his head back enough to look at her face, clearly looking for some sign saying if he fucked it up doing what he did, even if he had asked before.  

"No, I'm not. It’s gonna be a hell of a story and a cute video to show to our kids one day. Telling them how dad made such announcement is gonna be fun. But its gonna be way funnier telling them about dad winning on grandpa's country. I'm gonna tell them how proud I've always been of him, winning trophy or no"  

Daniel took a deep breath before he moved back to his previous place with his head right over her heart. And then again, he didn't say a thing for a while; he just kissed her skin a couple times as he drew imaginary circles and lines around her stomach, all the way from her ribs to the waist of her shorts. There was not much to say, especially after Jas' affirmation. She knew that even after winning, there was a very bad small part inside Daniel's brain telling him that he should work harder to make her feel really proud of him every day. Jas knew that Daniel knew perfectly fine how she was proud of the man he was every single second of every single day. She made sure to let him know more than once a week, but after all those terrible months, Jas also knew that it was gonna be more than complicated to fight with that little negativity inside him.  

"Remember the last time we were like this?" he asked again, snuggling even closer to her, hiding his face in the crock of her neck

"Celebrating a podium or just laying in bed?" Jas wondered, lacing their fingers on the top of her stomach as she kissed his forehead, never really stopping in her task of playing with his curls like every single night before sleep.  

"The last time I won. We were just starting dating when it happened"

And Jas couldn’t help but smile at the memory. She couldn’t help but smile remembering how nervous she was that weekend. That was the first weekend that she was going to a race and his parents were going to be there, so she was going to meet them after four months of dating, which was nothing to terrified. Plus, it was Monaco, so every single thing intimidated her. She was scared to not wear the right clothes, to say the wrong thing and especially about people discovering who she was. Jas was terrified of everything, but then she got to Monaco and Daniel helped her with every single one of those fears with nothing but patience and love. The fact that Joe and Grace were the sweetest human beings that existed helped too, especially when she had no idea what to do and Grace told her to stick to them so she wouldn’t be alone. That’s exactly what Jas did, she stood with them all weekend while Joe made jokes about how terrible it would be for her having to stay with her boyfriend’s parents after just meeting them and Grace told him to not make Jas more nervous. But she didn’t. As the fear started to go away, Jas was more than happy about it. She got so comfortable about being there she even had the courage to stand against Christian Horner himself when he tried to talk to her about convincing Daniel to stay. She knew he already tried that with Joe, but she never thought he was going to try with her too. Jas never liked Horner. She knew all the shit that was happening behind scenes and she really didn’t like it. She was the first one on the list telling Daniel he should leave. Damn, she was the first one in the list trying to convince him to change teams, so there was no way anyone will convince her that he should stay. That was the reason of her weird exchange with Redbull’s boss. The moment that Horner suggested that Daniel should stay and especially when he suggested Jas should convince him, she automatically said no. But then things got a bit more complicated. Even if she was still a bit terrified about the whole situation, Jas stood tall as Christian Horner himself suggested that it would be a pain if he suggested Daniel that his new girlfriend was a distraction. Jas stood with her head tall as he suggested that it wouldn’t be so hard to convince Daniel to make him break up with her. Even if she was absolutely terrified about everything and even about the threat, Jas laughed right in his face. She laughed because it was the most ridiculous thing she have ever heard and absolutely pathetic from a man who was about to lose one of his drivers. As Jas walked away from his boyfriend’s boss, Jas doubted if she should mention all that to Daniel. As she walked to his parents, Jas decided she wasn’t going to brought it up until the race was over. But what Jas wasn’t expecting was what happened after the race and that was her throwing the first ‘I love you’ right after the race was over. Looking back at it, it was absolutely messy and she had no idea how they survived that weekend. But back then, Jas knew that it they could survive such a thing then they could seriously make it work. And they did make it work. Three years and a half later they were still the proof that they could make it work, no matter the threats or the bad days at work.  “And look at us now. We were young and crazy and now before we realize someone’s gonna call us mom and dad” Jas giggled, placing another kiss on his forehead and burying her face in the mess of curls he had in his head.  “We’re still young and crazy, plus very beautiful, so I know this one is gonna be more of the same. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, right?” Daniel asked, kissing her neck in the exact point where it will have her purring in no time. “Also, I’m gonna make her the coolest headset to cover her cute little ears. There’s no way I’m letting our kid wear some random headset on race weekends” “Maybe you have to make him the headset” Jas pointing.  Even when they still had no idea the gender of the baby, Daniel was somehow convinced it was going to be a girl. He said he could feel in his heart it was a girl. Maggie always joked saying Daniel looked like a girl dad, but even with the jokes and the laughs, Jas was kind of worried. She didn’t want Daniel to get disappointed if it turned out to be a boy. She knew perfectly fine Daniel was going to love their kid not matter what, but Jas was really scared anyway and that’s why she was always reminding him that it could be a boy.  “I know. Either way, gotta match daddy’s headphones and helmet. Well have the cutest and coolest baby in the world” he insisted, moving his head to look at her again as he spoke. “We need to start thinking about names”  Jas let a dramatic breath leave her body as she thought of it. It was a constant subject, but they never really found a moment to start and she didn’t really want to start it that night. “Ugh, don’t make me think about it. Its the most stressful than thinking about pushing a baby out of me. Like what if they don’t like the name? What if they hate the name? You already started failing as a parent”  “There’s no way you could fail in any way, but especially not as a mom, baby” Daniel affirmed, giving her a kiss that was enough to calm her nerves even if just for a while. And that’s exactly where she stayed for a while, lips just ghosting over each other as lazy smiles adorned their faces. “What about Magnolia? Yknow, like the song”  Of course he was going to say that.  “Baby, I know Gang of Youths are your friends, heaven knows I love em and they’re one of my favorite bands, and I love them even more because they named you in a song, but they didn’t invented the name. Magnolias are flowers. Besides Magnolia Ricciardo is fucking mouth full and what would be call her? Maggie? No way” Jas joked, acting as serious as possible as she tried to not laugh.  But she felt Daniel smiling again her skin and then his teeth biting her neck carefully, all to kiss the same spot again and Jas couldn’t help but feel everything was alright in the world. After months of uncertainty and sadness, there was all back on its place, but more important, there was Daniel smiling. “Oh you’re a smart ass now??”  “I’ve always been a smart ass, that’s why you fall in love with me” “I think it was more about your pretty ass” he shrugged, moving his hand from her bump to the side of her right leg all to stroke her ass, even if it was just the side of it.  Obviously, that made Jas giggle even harder, but also that won Daniel a little slap on the back. “What a cunt telling those things to the woman carrying your child!” “But your favorite cunt” Daniel pointed out, moving his hand back to its previous place as he gave her another kiss. “Are you gonna tell me you don’t have a list of baby names to share with the father of your child, smart, beautiful ass?”  The truth was that Jas had a little list, but it felt like nothing was good enough, or nothing sounded good with a Ricciardo on the side, so the list was nothing but a useless little list abandoned on her phone, waiting to be deleted as soon as they found the winner, which Jas hopped was gonna happen soon. “I told you, I’ve a couple ones but nothing convinced me so far. All I know its I want something that sounds English and Italian, like Daniel”  “Okay, let me try this. I’m gonna tell em names and to see if I’ve some approval from inside” he explained, moving from his spot to go lay down on the bed, face inches away from her stomach.  “Babe, the baby’s too small. Ain’t gonna move or anything. You won’t be able to feel kickings for a while” Jas explained in the most delicate way because even if she knew Daniel knew, she didn’t want to break his heart.  “You watch” Daniel practically challenged her, looking at Jas as he kissed her bump a couple times before he kept going. “C’mon, baby Ric, lets probe your mom we can do some magic together” he stated, talking directly to her stomach.  “Sunshine-“ “Shh mama, we here are communicating. Its a daddy-baby bonding, don’t interfere” Daniel interrupted her, trying in vain to act all serious even if Jas could see a little smirk on his lips. “Okay, honey, what do you think about Magnolia?” he asked to the bump, and as soon as he finished talking he put his ear right against it, acting like their baby was actually answering. “What?? Too mouthful? Yeah your mama told me the same thing. She’s always kind of right. You’ll have to deal with that too. Hey, what about Dandelion? Jasper? Daniela? Honey?” “Oh c’mon, you gotta be kidding me” Jas laughed, not being able to believe the ridiculous thing Daniel was saying.  “Alright, if its a boy what about David?” “Dan, for God’s sake, I know you love your Aussie buddies and I know Dave gave you a shoutout in a song but you need to stop cause we ain’t naming our baby after him” Jas exclaimed, trying to sound as serious as possible, just like Daniel did when he threw name after name. But even she tried, she couldn’t help but laugh as she stroked his hair.  “Your dad’s name is also David!” Jas automatically covered her mouth with her free hand as she realized she actually forgot her dad’s name, even if just for a second. She was distracted, too happy and too much into her own happiness that she forgot something as basically and simple as her own father’s name. “Don’t tell him I thought about the other Dave before I thought of him” “The secret its safe with us” Daniel smiled, looking at her through tired eyes, and Jas knew him enough to know tiredness was officially starting to kick off, so it was a matter of time for him to start closing his eyes.

“I hate to interrupt this wonderful father-baby bonding time, but I gotta go pee before you start talking none stop with our kid and before you fall asleep” she murmured, stroking his cheek one last time before she sat up on the bed as slowly as possible.  Daniel jumped out of the bed in one swift moment, standing at the side, offering his hands for Jas to grab them, exactly like he did every single time since they found out she was pregnant. He knew she didn’t need help getting up, at least not yet, but the overprotective future husband and future father in him was stronger than any logic. Besides, Daniel knew there was going to be a lot of moments when he was gonna be too busy and he wasn’t going to be able to do it, so he wanted to take every single opportunity to help. “Let me help you, princess”  And once again, Jas didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so she accepted his hands and let him help her to get up from bed. But as soon as she was standing in her own two feet, Jas hands went to his neck, keeping him as close as possible. “I still can get up and pee by myself but thanks anyway, especially considering you’re the guilty one, full responsible for this beautiful mess”  “Hey, you need two to tango” he responded, moving his hands to her hips which were getting bigger every day that passed.  “And you sure know about” she smiled, giving him a kiss on his lips before she decided to walk to the bathroom. But before she went far away, Daniel grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, making Jas’ smile became wider. But it also made her stay put right in her spot as she looked at Daniel. “Hey babe? You fucking won Monza” she remembered, still not believing the fact that it happened. After what it felt forever, it happened.  “I fucking did” Daniel nodded, but instead of letting her go, he went and hugged her again. 

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Baby Steps

5/26

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Rating - Mature

Warnings - Explicit Language, alcohol and mentions of sex

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Thankfully, Daniel seemed to ignore your little outburst in the garage earlier and you were grateful for that. You weren’t sure if he asked someone to explain it to him but he hadn’t even mentioned it - gone straight into qualifying mode. You’d decided to leave Milo with the sitter during the weekend, mostly because you wanted to focus but also because you were worried he’d ask Dan to get in the car; you had to explain to him that cars were only for adults and Daniel was only being silly when he’d asked.

You looked back over your shoulder from the pitwall as Daniel climbed into the McLaren, he gave you a small wave before disappearing into the cockpit. After coming 3rd in the championship last season - your team had clearly shown the driver you were a team worth driving for, so you really hoped the car would perform well enough.

“Okay. Let’s get some good times, don’t worry about the tires - just give it all you’ve got.” You explained over the radio.

“I’m a pro, I’ve got this… sit back and relax, Sheila.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned your attention to the data on the screen in front of you. Daniel was right, he knew exactly what he was doing - all you had to do was give him the data he needed to perform. You cursed under your breath quietly as a Ferrari and Alfa tauri did an absolutely stellar lap, you expected Redbull and Mercedes to do a good lap but where did that pace come from.

“C’mon Daniel…” You mumbled quietly, tapping your foot against the bar under your chair. “We need a top 10 start to the season.”

If you could’ve crossed all of your fingers and toes for Daniel to get a good time, you would have. As the papaya car came charging at the finish line, the team cheered - 6th for Daniel, 7th for Lando. Not perfect but a decent start to the season.

“That’s P6 Daniel, good job.”

“Didn’t quite have the pace I wanted in that middle sector but we’ll get there. Good job team.”

You knew the Australian needed to get used to driving the car; he was the captain of the late braking club and both he and the team would have to make adjustments to make the car work out. You and your fellow pitwall sitters crossed over to the garage after qualifying finished - you made sure to congratulate Lando as you walked past.

“Not a bad start to the season, right boss?” You asked Andreas, earning a kind smile in return.

“I wasn’t expecting that kind of pace from an Alfa tauri, that Pierre really is something. But I am happy. Let’s just hope they can keep it up in the race tomorrow.”

“A points start is exactly what we need!” Zak interrupted, clapping you on the shoulder - making you jump a little. “But first, how about that dinner?”

You smiled and gave him a firm nod. “Smart casual, remember. So don’t be outdoing us all with that killer wardrobe I know you have, boss.”

The American’s laugh boomed through the garage, drawing the attention of your fellow teammates including the drivers. Daniel smiled when he saw the awkward look on your face; he’d been on the receiving end of Zak’s sense of humour before so he wasn’t surprised that you’d got him howling. The Australian swerved through the garage to get to you, nudging you slightly to let you know he was now beside you - making you look at him, a much more relaxed look now on your face.

“I’m starving. Can’t wait for dinner, I’ve been a good boy all week with my meals so I can pig out tonight.”

You couldn’t help but giggle when Dan oinked like a pig. “It’ll be good, I’m sure. Gonna crack out one of your famous party shirts?”

“Oh you know it.” He grinned. “You’ll love it.”

He was right. As he waltzed into the restaurant, it was like you were seeing him in a whole new light. It was so ridiculous, pastel pink with palm trees printed on it, but on him? The way it skimmed his broad shoulders and down to his narrow waist… how did you not realise how attractive he was before? You weren’t blind, you always knew but this was different.

The Australian pushed his sunglasses into his curls and approached you. “Good evening. You look lovely.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You hummed, looking at him over the rim of your wine glass as you took a sip - not daring to be the one who broke eye contact first.

Something had changed in you, and he could sense it. The driver didn’t know how many drinks you’d had before he’d arrived but there was a gorgeous confidence. “Thank you. Are we waiting on anyone?”

“Just Lando, he’s picking up Luisa from the airport first. Drink? It’s on Zak.” You chuckled softly.

“What’s the most expensive thing on the menu?” He peered over your shoulder at the menu that was laid on the bar. “Think I’ll just have a glass of red, to be honest.”

You turned to order yourself another glass and Daniel his drink too; your cheeks flushed a soft pink when his hand ghosted the small of your back for a moment. He wanted to learn more about you, but as the fates would have it - everyone’s attention was stolen when Lando strolled in. The host led you all over to a group of large tables in the centre of the restaurant, you were the only patrons tonight and it was a good thing - there were so many of you.

“Lando.” Daniel whispered, getting his teammate’s attention. “You gotta make sure I’m sitting next to y/n.”

The young Brit’s mouth curved into a mischievous smirk. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded, immediately regretting it when Lando cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled across the restaurant to you, where you were standing with William. “AYE! Y/N, C’MERE?”

You excused yourself from your conversation with William and walked over to the drivers. A concerned frown on your face. “Everything okay, Lando?”

“Wanna sit with us?” The Brit said, eyes flickering briefly to his teammate and Dan let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, glad that Lando hadn't completely thrown him under the bus.

“I’d like that.” You smiled, eyes moving over to Dan. “Shall we then?”

Dan pulled out a chair for you before the four of you sat down - you between the two drivers. You were on the largest table with Zak, Andreas and several other of the top engineers and Dan was eager to keep your attention on him for as long as possible and he knew just the topic to do it.

“So, tell me about Milo.”

The way your eyes lit up was truly beautiful, he could truly tell that Milo was your world. “Oh he’s amazing. He’s so clever?”

You were so animated when you spoke, with both your hands and facial impressions. You pulled your phone out of your pocket to show him baby photos; him in little costumes, a video your mum took taking his first steps towards you and Dan was annoyed at himself that the only thing he could notice was Dad seemed to be absent in all of the memories.

“He’s so funny. And look at his little curls, you’ll have to tell me what you do with yours because when he gets older I know they’re gonna get more unruly.”

“Oh for sure!” He smiled. “He’s such a cute kid. I can’t wait to get to know him.”

“He likes you already. Uncle Carlos is still his favourite and he likes Lewis and Lando too, but you’re definitely in the running.”

Zak clinked his knife against the side of his glass and stood up. “Hey everyone, I know she planned tonight but we’re hijacking it… we want to say a massive thank you to y/n.”

Dan watched as your cheeks flushed a dark pink and you lowered your head a little. You were so unassuming and humble that he knew that being singled out like this made you nervous, but that didn’t stop Zak from carrying on.

“You’ve been such a star player this past decade and we’re so grateful that you stuck with us despite other teams wanting to poach you with promotions, especially Ferrari.”

“I could never leave you guys, you’re like my family at this point.” You chuckled, trying to get the attention off of you and back to everyone else. So you raised a glass. “To McLaren!”

Everyone clinked their glasses together and Dan offered his to you, cheersing you. “Good job you’re still here, I’m glad you’re with me.”

You didn’t think you could blush any darker but you did, if you could have just turned invisible right in that moment you would. The way Dan’s honey coloured eyes were scanning over your face made you feel all weird and you didn’t know if you liked it. You hadn’t had this feeling for a long time and it was scary.

“…Lando.” You turned your attention away from Dan, looking to the man on your other side instead. “Ready for the race tomorrow?”

Dan frowned a little, clenching his jaw a little - all he wanted was to get to know you but you just kept shutting the door on him. He excused himself from the table for a moment and you took a deep breath. You didn’t like making him feel confused but you were just not ready to talk about your feelings, your past… anything. He didn’t know you, despite the fact he really wanted to.

“You should give him a chance, y’know.” Lando said, his voice soft.

“Excuse me?” You frowned.

Lando’s eyes widened. “Not like that! Just get to know him, he’s a good guy. He’ll have your back.”

You let out a soft sigh, taking a big sip of your wine. “I’m not very good at letting people in… I’m just a little scared I’ll say too much and scare someone away.”

“It’s Dan. You could have an extra set of toes growing out back and he’d be your friend. Just give it a go.”

Just give it a go.

If it was that simple you would’ve done it a long time ago, but when Dan reapproached the table you knew you had to at least try. You gave him a kind smile.

“I’m glad I’m at McLaren with you as well.” Your voice was quiet, a slight nervous tremor.

Dan placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “We’re gonna make a great team, y’know? I don’t know what happened in your past, I’m more focused on the here and now.”

He relished in the way your cheeks flushed. “…thank you. Look, I uhm, I’m not very good at opening up but I’ll try.”

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, okay?” He’d lowered his voice, practically a whisper. “I want to get to know you but your pace.”

You let out a soft sigh. It was just hard. Getting close to someone was terrifying because you didn’t want to get hurt again. The Australian felt guilty, he didn’t mean to upset you.

“Hey… come with me.”

Without thinking, he wrapped his hand around yours and led you away from the table. Your heart was absolutely racing, why did his hand feel good around yours? He pushed open the door into the patio area, the warm breeze was pleasant on your skin and the quiet felt nice.

“Nice out here right?” He hummed, the two of you took a seat at one of the patio tables. “Much quieter.”

“…being a single mother is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do and sometimes I wake up and feel like every choice I’ve ever made in Milo’s life was the wrong one.”

The word vomit came out before you could stop it - you expected Dan to excuse himself awkwardly but instead he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“I’ve not known you long but you are a great Mum.” He whispered softly. “Milo is such a good kid. He’s funny, he’s kind… he’s amazing.”

You let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. His fingers traced softly up and down your arm, just enjoying your warmth against him.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to just come out and say that.”

“Don’t apologise. I appreciate you opening up to me.”

You looked up at him, backing away a little when you realised how close your faces were. “I just wanted to keep this relationship professional but there’s just something about you that makes me feel comfortable and that’s scary.”

Dan’s heart was racing but he didn’t want to scare you away. Any declaration of his crush would definitely send you running for the hills so instead he just opted for a kind smile.

“I feel comfortable around you too… so, friends?”

The way your eyes sparkled in the soft lights of the patio gave him butterflies, the soft smile on your face was beautiful.

“Friends.”

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[mcl38]

so like ignoring the part abt the silly reasons to hate zak bc as ive said before i find that valid and funny, imagine missing the point so bad....

'Ultimately we weren't getting the results that we needed and we're a year-and-a-half into this,' Brown told Fox Motorsport host Jess Yates at the Bathurst 1000. 'We've all tried extremely hard, we love Daniel, he's great to work with and continues to be great to work with. 'But we're in the results business and the results weren't coming and we felt we tried everything. 'We don't really know why it didn't click, it's kind of nobody's fault. We gave it our best. He gave it his best ... we just kind of ran out of things to try.' (...) 'But my job, along with Andreas (Seidl), is to make the tough decisions and because we didn't really see progress happening, it was like, 'Well I think we just need to make a change for both of our sakes and hopefully get him in the situation where he can be competitive again and in a Formula One car wherever he ends up racing', but (it's been) a huge disappointment.' 

i genuinely dont understand how this stuff is 'doing daniel dirty' and 'painting daniel as totally incompetent'?? like as a ceo obvs he doesnt have the specificity in his language that an engineer would have but this quote is pretty much what he says almost every time - we really did try our best, we know daniel tried his best, but there's something going on between daniel and the car and we know it's not productive or pleasant for either us or him to keep trying to make this happen. and he also usually adds stuff like how hes still a big fan of daniel or 'has a soft spot' for him or about how monza was obvs zak's first (and only) win at mclaren. which - how is all that not reasonable?

like genuine question - do u think if daniel was still at mclaren in 2023 would he have been so seriously considered by red bull as a possible replacement for checo (knock on wood)? and a bit more meanspirited of a question - considering the fact that in 2021 and 2022 mclaren only barely missed out on 3rd and 4th in the wcc respectively, do you think if daniel was still at mclaren in 2023 that mclaren would've reached 4th ahead of aston? i think its just so clearly for the best for both parties and i think i can afford to say that especially now w the retrospective knowledge that its not in fact daniels f1 doom and he DOES get back on the grid very soon after being dropped

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[rickybaby]

Whenever I think of Monza, I always go back to this video. Him trying to hold back his tears as the Australian anthem plays. The relief, the joy, the disbelief, the catharsis of it all. In that moment, he must have thought that this was the turning point for him at McLaren, that surely things would only be on the up and up from then on. He wouldn’t have thought that a year later he will be staring at what most probably is the end of his F1 career.

The craziest thing is when you watch the Through the Visor video, and Daniel says his first thought when he got Max at the beginning is the team must be so pumped right now, we’re leading. Not I am leading, but WE. As much as that win was important for his career, he also did it for the team. He knew it was their win as well and he was happy that he could give that to them.

‘Thanks for having my back’

I know we like to come on here and go on about the McLaren team, but as Seb said, it is only a handful of key people in positions of power who are responsible for the way things have played out. I know the men and women of that team love Daniel and are sad to see him go.

For this person, who I assume is a hospitality staff, to go up to Daniel and feel comfortable to joke around with him, I think it speaks to the camaraderie and the rapport Daniel has established within the team.

Even after everything that happened, for Daniel to caption his Instagram post after Singapore with we needed that and to include a photo of his team in the post, I think it speaks to the support he still felt from his team and him wanting to reward them with a good result for all the efforts they go to for him.

As much as it is clear that the social media strategy of the team has always been more biased towards one of the drivers and it was used to create the perfect narrative to absolve the team when they ultimately announced Daniel’s departure, the fact that @.qas.film said in an insta q&a that the picture above - Daniel sitting on the floor, in his socks, FaceTiming his parents after his win, is his favourite photo he’s ever taken, I think it speaks to the impact that Daniel has had within the team.

All this is not to defend the corporation (because I’m still wishing for McLaren to liquidate next season), but to highlight what Daniel has brought to the team. As someone on twitter stated, it’ll be easy for McLaren to get a driver who will score points, but it’ll not be easy for them to fill the gap that Daniel will leave behind. Because he brings so much to a team, his experience, his level-headedness, his ability to engage people, and so much more that has not been acknowledged or recognised. So as he says goodbye at the mtc today, I know he’ll not only be mourning the end of his career, but also the loss of a group of people he briefly considered his family.

On this note, I’d like to take the opportunity to say a final fuck you to Zak brown and Andreas seidl

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[oyesmendes]

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the british cold; winter of 2018

when carlos signs with mclaren; and your love still runs deep.

a few dozen cars lined the mtc boulevard where you stood, admiring each and every one of them; the room rich with history of wonderful and talented drivers. you're snapping a couple of pictures, with the early afternoon sunlight streaming in through the glass windows. this was a sight to behold. a voice from behind snaps you out of your trance.

"you must be the infamous, Y/N." you turn to see andreas standing behind you, a wide smile on his face. you're shocked when he knows your name, but you still stretch your hand out to shake his.

"that i am, nice to meet you sir."

"oh please, call me andreas. carlos will be down in a sec, he's with zak at the moment." you nod, then turning your attention back to the cars lining the mtc. andreas joins you, gesturing for you to walk down the boulevard with him.

"i've watched some of your karting videos, and you raced in indycar too?" he turns around, stopping in front of senna's old cars. you nod shyly, not expecting anyone to pay attention to your short career in motorsport.

"i know it sounds like i'm a creep but it's only because carlos talks so much about you."

"he does?" you were surprised. andreas nods, "the first time he came in here, we were talking about family and his eyes lit up when he mentioned you. he told us how you stopped driving, turned to photography instead, so you had more time to spend with him."

a blush forms on your cheeks. you never knew carlos talked about your career or life to the people around him. it made you feel a sense of warmth, like everything was worth it; especially after all the sacrifices you've both made along the way.

what andreas said was true, you dropped your perfectly carved out career with indycar and the w series to spend more time on the road with carlos. people said it was stupid, giving up your career for love, choosing the second best option of photography instead of racing.

but you ignored them of course, picking up a camera and travelling around the world with your best friend, the love of your life.

"i did, it was one of the best decisions of my life." you point at the camera that hung around your neck. an item you would never leave the house without now. you spent days on the road documenting images, videos and sounds of carlos. wherever he went, you'd follow too. the 'don't blink' series was an idea from you, allowing you to create tonnes of permanent memories, perfect visuals for every one of his races. andreas smiles at you proudly, he reminded you somewhat of your dad, the way he spoke and listened.

you're interrupted by the sound of laughter in the air.

carlos is walking out of that glass tube looking lift, an excited look on his face; a different energy than the one he had with red bull or renault. it now felt like a breath of fresh air, settling into a team so perfectly. lando is walking along with carlos, both of them already like best friends. he's walking over to you, opening his arms which makes andreas laugh.

he pats you on the shoulder,

"that's good. but if you ever think of coming back to the sport, i hope you come to us." he shoots your a wink.

you grin back at him playfully, "i'll definitely take you up on that."

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[norrisleclercf1]

Hey! Hope you are doing well! For norstappen Lando has not been feeling well (he did not tell anyone) and it shows during a race, during interviews and such they mention how lando had not done well and when max sees the videos he tried to comfort lando :(

A/N: Lando would 100% do this but I think he'd tell reader and make sure she wouldn't tell anymore

"Lando, maybe you should rest this race." You whisper, seeing the worn-down expression, his eyes sunken and a little puffy and lips a little pursed as he was having trouble breath through his nose. "I can't, we've been doing so well, need to be there for the team." Lando grumbles, putting his head between his legs.

You make a noise of disagreement and bite your thumb, wanting to go get your other boyfriend Max, knowing one look at Lando and Max would storm right up to Zak and Andrea and tell them Lando will not drive. He wouldn't say, isn't, it's will not drive, and he would not take no for an answer.

"You aren't telling Max; I know what you're thinking. Don't do that to me," Lando wheezes before throwing himself into a fit of coughs. "Lando, please you're sick, don't drive." You beg through the phone, you wish you were there or else he wouldn't be driving. "I'm driving Y/n, I need too. I'll be fine, take some non-drowsy cold medication, eat something and jump in the car." He groans, setting down the phone and blowing his nose.

"You're so stubborn, just tell Max, promise me?" You ask, Lando groans and picks up the phone, "Okay, I'll tell him." You feel some relief hearing that as you know Max would be up in arms at his boyfriend being sick.

"Alright, I love you baby, please get some rest." Lando nods and kisses his hand and waves at you as he ends teh FaceTime and groans loudly wanting to just curl up into a ball and die. Lando hasn't felt this bad since Brazil '22 where he had food poison during his birthday.

Banging on his door has him sitting up and runs over and applies some concealer to give him some hint of color rather then looking pale. "Coming!" He yells and curses, sounding so congested and moves blowing his nose and takes a tentative sniff being able to feel some air pass his nose and he sighs. "Good enough,"

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"Lando? Everything okay?" Will asks through the coms as Lando curses, being passed by the Haas and dropping to P16. "Yes, just having trouble," Lando turns off his radio and tries hard to keep his eyes open, fighting with everything in him to finish this hell of a race.

To make it worse, they were in the desert and Lando was sweating like crazy. He couldn't figure out if it was from the heat or the fever coursing through his body. The rest of the race passes in a blur before Lando is pulling in a horrible P19.

Lando could feel everyone staring at him, his team rushing to his side as Lando pulls himself up and takes a second to get the world to stop spinning. "Lando? Are you okay?" One of the mechanics asks, but Lando waves him off and walks away, heading to his media manager.

Pulling off his stuff he drops down on a chair and places his head between his knees. "Lando? Lando?" Honestly Lando doesn't remember much after that.

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"Max! Congratulations on winning the GP, we know you're not the biggest fan of media so we'll be quick. We know that you are having a fabulous race and Red Bull couldn't be prouder, so how does that feel?" Max smiles, it's always the same questions but really, he just wanted to know where Lando went.

Lando started P3, but he didn't see him when they pulled up to the podiums, instead Charles and Lewis were on the podium and Max still couldn't get anyone to tell him where Lando was.

"Um, yeah it was a lovely race, Red Bull is happy with where we are and to continue this season as strong as we started, and we will continue to do that. But I was really hoping for a fight with the McLaren of Lando but didn't get one. Where did he finish?" Max was smooth with it, to the other drivers they would've rolled their eyes and made fun of him for checking up on his boyfriend.

"Oh, Lando finished P19, something seemed wrong, even in his interviews," The person points over to a screen and Max freezes seeing how tired and defeated Lando looked. "Max?" Max whips his head around and smiles, acting like he wasn't internally panicking. "Sorry, I've got to go, thank you so much," Max waves and walks off, practically storming through the paddock and reaching McLaren not caring for the stares from the crew as he makes his way to Lando's driver room.

Shoving the door open he sees Jon placing a warmth cloth over Lando's nose and a cold one on his boyfriends forehead. "Max," Max just gives Jon and look and the older man nods his head and walks out leaving Max alone with Lando.

"You're sick," Max points out, which elicits a loud groan from Lando who doesn't even have the strength to talk. "Lando, you should've told me." Max whispers and sits down on the floor so he was eye level with Lando. Lando doesn't do anything but holds his hand out which Max happily takes. Raising his hand, he kisses Lando fingers and moves closer to where Lando puts his other hand in Max's hair.

"You're sick baby, you shouldn't have raced." Max begs and lies his head on Lando's stomach. "Needed too, race, shouldn't have. Did horrible." Lando sniffles, and Max coos, moving closer and pulls Lando into his arms. "It's okay, let's just focus on getting you better yeah?" Max asks, and Lando nods curling more into Max and sighs. "Y/n is going to be mad," He whispers which makes Max snort.

"Don't worry, I won't tell her you lied to me," Lando smiles and hides his face in Max's neck.

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[formulinos]

as Fernando Alonso and my tiger parents all said, "if you're not first then you're not winning" and boy, we have a lot of losers to pick out from this historic silly season. although it's fair to say that this was a W for entertainment, no one in the paddock has left the piasco unscathed, but some had it worse than the other. who, ultimately took the L in this situation? let's take a look at the contestants:

- daniel ricciardo: lost his seat at mclaren after repeatedly stating he was committed to them and humiliatingly making a state of the union at the mtc; reputation as a driver is hanging by a thread due to incompatibilities with the papaya chassis; could be either out of a seat or having to drive for alpine/haas which is lowkey the same thing; still the people's princess somehow and bagged a lotta money in the process tho.

- oscar piastri: invented a copypasta that will remain a staple of the community for years; not only burned all bridges with alpine but also with tons of other ppl in f1 who are now suspicious of him; got called out with peace and love by jenson button on sky sports; still has mark webber as a manager; did manage to get the seat at mclaren (historically an ok to good move for rookies) and is the new Australian Supreme apparently.

- fernando alonso: honestly he wasn't even the architect of the behind the scenes drama but he took advantage of the whole situation in front of him to commit the most hilarious acts of shithousery. only reason he is in here is because he will drive for aston martin next year.

- sebastian vettel: also not directly related to this but his retirement created the environment for the whole chain of shithousery that enabled fernando to have the best time ever. a possible L if AM does well next year but even if they do i think he checked out anyway.

- otmar szafnauer: moved from aston martin to alpine in hopes to have a more serious team, faced with the french admin instead; last one to know about everything that happens there; got ego murdered by fernando multiple times throughout the ordeal; has to be the spokesperson and call piastri out for his lack of integrality while everyone is laughing at him bc the rookie got em. - andreas seidl: has to be mclaren's spokesperson while zak brown is in hiding trying to lure more drivers to the mclaren roster; just wants to be an engineer in peace but is doomed to work for mclaren. - zak brown: american; collecting drivers like infinity stones; while you were reading this he created a mclaren team for the north macedonia f5 championship; will be the person everyone will point at if the piastri/norris link up flops; enemy no1 of the daniel ricciardo nation of fans.

- mclaren's 100 drivers except pato: all believed they could have daniel's seat; highlight for alex palou that lied for this, died for this, sucked and fucked some guy for this. - mick schumacher: somehow in all of the scenarios that doctor strange saw he is out of a seat. literally isn't involved with any of this and out of a seat if haas won't renew him; potentially out of the FDA which is the greatest Ls of them all in my humble yet correct opinion.

- esteban ocon: ignored by the alpine admin when it comes to his preference of nando replacement; potentially forced to drive with his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); still in a stable contract though and in ok form so maybe not that bad; also managed to survive through a partnership with fernando alonso after all. - pierre gasly: potentially forced to drive his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); might get to leave the red bull mass incarceration complex and catapult himself into french motorsports history for good which is as much as he might get in his career tbh.

- alpine: french; as a whole institution is in shambles; remains intact as an icon of the midfield anyway. - netflicks: might be out of their no1 source of content if daniel doesn't manage to get a seat for 2023; will def see little to no content from piastri's side; zak brown will hand them the script for mclaren's POV episode and it will be very Corporate Cool; might get to do a French Alpine episode in 2023 though which might work for them;  - danielrinas: had to endure a year and a half of this shenanigans; didn't get to enjoy the summer break; are living from daniel's monza win; falling to their knees at walmart.

who do you think took the L? vote here

#long post #we need to get to the bottom of this #piasco

[landthatplane-blog]

Random DR thoughts Part 34.5 - jk. Latest thoughts -

Who do people keep saying Daniel won't be back or this is his last F1 race ever? He needs the year off - he's explicitly said so. I hope even Jenson Button (clearly cares for DR but also hasn't helped by criticizing him publically) seems to finally get it. Loved how passionate Jenson is about him and his belief in Daniel, but he should just be a friend or speak privately) or publically acknowledge nobody knows what could happen. You can just see and hear it in Daniel's interviews. Man is ready to take a 2-month nap.

The truth is the same teams that are avail currently like Haas, Williams (and more) will still be there. For them to get someone of Daniel's caliber, the door will always be open. Daniel specifically said it isn't about Haas/Williams. And has stated if he gets in a car now, and doesn't have the spirit and fight needed and ends up in another failed campaign, his F1 career would be over anyways. He admitted he can't keep on weight from the stress. For the 10 years before he handled the stress beautifully, clearly this is an outlier. Can people please listen to him?

Clearly trying to maintain professionalism for the team/this year is taking its toll. Notice he did not thank or mention Zak or Andreas in his letter (nor did Zak post about DR today). He's started to slip by mentioning the contract situation during interviews - like we can't avoid talking about it. The truth is everyone's tired of maintaining everything's ok. Again - do I wish McLaren or even journalists would acknowledge McLaren's role more? Only Sebastian Vettel has dared to make such a remark. Everyone dances around it. Much easier to critize Daniel, then hold the team accountable for having gone about the process so terribly. No one wants to make enemies so everyone just skirts around. He, again, like a grown up, accepted responsibility for poor results. What is heartening is clearly the McLaren team love Daniel. I love that he and Lando found a way to, it seems, have a genuine friendship! In any event, EVERYONE is tired of maintaining the elephant in the room.

He just needs a break.

If Magnusson and Hulkenberg can bump into these team sideways and manage to find seats after 2-3 years away, why wouldn't Daniel have a chance to do so? I'm sure a DR at 100% in 2024, should he decide he wants to, will be fine. I kind of can't wait for him to be a menace during specific races in 2023 once he's had some time! Of course, his choices at top teams are limited, but the market will always have movement, and while re might not be better, one can only hope!

I saw some takes on here that did make me sad. Daniel should be able to have the same kind of send off as Seb or Kimi -it's true. Heartbreaking. I'm choosing to believe this isn't the actual end. If they started the send offs now, it would feel like a true ending. He does however eventually deserve a proper send off!

Fantasy thinking (for fun, joke): Max wants him back as a teammate, he'll clearly make it so!! I mean, that hug today 🥺?? Alonso and Stroll Sr and Jr will for sure have issues. Don't think Alonso thought through this move. If he's already pissed about Alpine/Esteban - why put yourself in a place where you have to work with your boss' son?! As sometime who has to work with a nepotism hire, trust, you can't win! Starting to feel like I’m writing 2023 DTS scenes. Ha. Someone said a lot of people on the grid need to be on their best because Daniel is a good option - and they do!

People forget F1 isn't singularly about the sport/results. It is a money driven business, and Daniel's value - in addition to his skills -come into okay as well. It would be curious to better understand how impactful it is.

(Ok, off soap box. Even as this entire day has been a dumpster fire of emotions.)

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[pocketrocketyuki]

Trying to sneakily start a questions chain so we can all get to know each-other a bit better in the F1blr univers

Name (or what you want to be called on tumblr)

Where are you from?

Where do you live?

Any pets?

Favorite driver(s) currently on the grid, and why?

Favorite driver(s) not currently on the grid and why?

Favorite romantic driver pairing(s) (e.g. Maxiel, Carlando)

Driver you’re most attracted to physically

Driver whose personality you like best

Favorite driver friendship(s)

Favorite team principal

Favorite team

Least favorite team, if any

Driver(s) you dislike, if any

If you’re a fic writer: if you could only write about one f1 pairing for the rest of your life who are you choosing?

Please send this to 10 (or more!) other F1 tumblr users that you love and want to get to know better 🫶💜

Thank you for sending me this! I love these things so much❤️

You can call me whatever you want, but my name is Naomi so that would be most logical, either that or pocketrocket😊

Im gonna group the 2nd and 3rd ask together, im dutch and still live in the netherlands, so not really that exciting

I have 3 dogs, small ones but not the annoying ankle biting ones, and we do have 2 guinnea pigs, but those are my brothers

Favorite current driver is Lando. I do not know why, he is just more... down to earth to me? More approachable in a way? And he's funny and hot, which helps. The whole underdog story is also too exciting to pass on

I only started watxhing in 2021, so i dont know much about non-current drivers, but id say seb. His humour is unparalleled and he fights for the right causes

Favorite pairing is ofc carlando. Those two have a dynamic of true friends, not just work-friends. They go out with each other, go golfing and such. All round cuteness with those two

Most attracted to physically would probably be Lando again? Either him or Oscar. I have a type and i know it, and zak brown knows it too apparently. But carlos is there too, that HAIR?!🥵

Most likeable personality to me would be like who would i get along with best, which would probably be either oscar or max?

Fiendship would be carlando again, or norstoppen just because those two bring out the inner children

Favorite TP is ofc andrea stella. My mans took the horns of the mclaren car and dragged it out of itz depts. Its not perfect yet, but its up there.

Mclaren is my favorite team, their environment seems currently very well organised with good people in there

Least favorite team is alpine, but even them i dont "dislike" perse. The way they talked about oscar and mclaren though... grrrr.

Least favorite driver is super hard, cause i like all of them pretty much, but maybe checo? He's said some stuff i really hate. But i still like watching him drive.

I wouldnt mind writing carlando for the rest of my life. Theres so many ideas i have for them. But, since i already answered Carlando twice, i think im going with dando. Cute, sweet, but a great option for angst as well!

So thats it! Hope you learned something about me, and feel free to continue the thread if you want, i love reading these things from other people!

Thank you to jolandax13 for tagging me❤️

#ask #jolandax13

[f1-birb]

You know what hits me so hard? Lando joined McLaren when he just turned 17, he was literally a teenager, he was so intimidated by McLaren, the name, the history, the whole of MTC, he was so afraid if he would let the team down by doing something wrong or not being good enough... and it's all the people in McLaren, Zak, Charlotte, Will, Jarv (miss you Jarv!), Andrea... that embraced him, trusted him, encouraged him, taught him, helped him in every way, and literally raised him. He really grew up in the McLaren family, and everyone in McLaren really saw him growing up, he loves them so much, and they love him just as much and more 🥺

I know many people this year lost faith in McLaren (to build a great car) and say Lando should leave for a better team and whatnot... but just imagine if he really wins a WDC with them in the future, just imagine. What a fairy tale story that would be!!!

What is this, make Birb cry day?!?!

I have nothing to add, that's literally what happened, they adopted him and looked after him and built him up and I really don't think we'd have Lando as he is now if he'd started with any other team

I would honestly love it if Lando could win a WDC with McLaren, that's his home, they're his family, they love him so fucking much 🥺

#lando norris #mclaren f1 #at this point lando bleeds orange #they love him so much #team lando appreciation post #birb speaks

[f1-disaster-bi]

Well that epilogue was just amazing 🥰

You are so talented.

And as much as I’m sad it’s over I loved reading that there is more to come. Although now I’m like do I want more party au like now or should I root for single dad au as desperate to read that too 🤣

Question I thought of when reading that McLaren dedicated the win. They’ve said he’s ill but do people know why he’s not there? Maybe not public but is it one of those paddock open secrets? Or is it speculation of eating disorder etc. Would he ever share what actually happened?

And does he go back racing? If he does how much do Zak and Andreas learn of his spiral? I’m in two minds - are they close enough to know the full truth?

Sorry lots of questions!

Thank you so much 🥺❤️

Hopefully I will have more soon, there is an angsty whump to come up! But yes, I can now go work on single dad au which is almost half way finished 👀

As for if people know, to the public Lando, McLaren and his family put out a statement that he would be stepping out of the public eye completely and asked for privacy and just said he would be getting treatment. In the paddock, there are of course rumours which really annoys Daniel and the others because they have to hear whispers about Lando when they know what he is going through and what he has been through. Most people think it's to do with his mental health, or they believe the fact that Lando was sick because how many times had they watched him drive while acutally ill so they assume it was something more. One or two do approach Daniel (maybe Lewis and Seb) and just quietly ask if Lando is in rehab, but Dan never confirms or denies it, just agrees to tell Lando they're sending support.

Lando would eventuall talk about it publically. Probably not while he is still driving which he does go back to. He does take some extra time and doesn't get straight back into the seat, he spends half a year as reserve and test. Zak and Andreas know everything, it was part of the agreement and they have things in place to help Lando's recovery but also them. They have check ins where they have Lando go to a neutral therapist who assess if he is okay, and they do this twice a year and its good for everyone just to keep an eye on mental health so they introduce it as optional for all staff after seeing it helps Lando.

After he has decided to completely step away from the sport (which would probably not be too far after he returns, he'd do a handful of years, maybe come close to a championship and decide he is happy after noticing he has slipped into some old bad thought patterns due to the stress), he would be honest about it.

Lando would never come out while racing because he knows that would have made recovery worse. That despite the support he'd get, he'd also get a lot of negative comments and media that could trigger a relapse and he doesn't ever want to be back in that place so when he retires he talks about it. He's honest about it all and he becomes an advocat for addiction issues, and even helps maybe set up supports in motorsports to help anyone struggling

#lando #party au #after the au thoughts

[iguessricciardo]

the way he didnt even once mention zak or andreas in his letter for mclaren. not once. he loves the team so much he kept saying how fond memories he has there and mclaren also loves him bc mclaren is much bigger than zak and andreas when you think about it. but yeah not once and im quite proud about it. he has nothing to do with them now. also the part he agreed it wasny all good all ways i started crying. and sobbing when he ended it with no regrets just memories

honestly i feel a little relieved that he can now breathe and take a break away from those demons while I’ll personally wait for karma to end them.

#im not gonna talk about the it wasn’t all good all ways bc I’ll cry #ask.txt