#Racing Point

[oqiwans]

[princelancey]

recent posts in the lance tag have reminded me i saved some of the unlisted racing point videos and have very rudely not shared them, so fixing that

The BIG Mexico Quiz with Sergio Perez & Lance Stroll!

Chopstick Challenge with Sergio Perez and Lance Stroll

Calligraphy Challenge with Sergio Perez and Lance Stroll

The Boys on the Brazil Grand Prix | Sergio Perez and Lance Stroll

Lance Stroll on the Japanese Grand Prix

Old Tweets (some of the youtube links don't work but the videos are on twitter)

Our Movember Message (2019)

Lance playing Tennis, part 2 (2020) [yeah the tennis switch ain't happening]

Lance on the US Grand Prix

a Stroll around Monaco

Japan 2019 delay shenanigans

anyways not a fan of media becoming inaccessible (mclaren & alphatauri we have beef rn) so this is my part in countering that 👍

[feraltwinkseb]

The Glance Agenda™

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 1)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.1k words, no warnings) {This is my first Tumblr AU so ignore how bad this is... This was fun to write so expect more!}

masterlist - next part

As quali came to an end, Lance could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He had just completed his first-ever quali, and he felt like he was about to throw up.

He heard someone speaking to him over his radio, but he was too busy registering that this was real to listen.

As he got out of the car, he was bombarded by his team, all rushing to hug him and congratulate him. It took him a second to realise why.

He qualified P3.

His face lit up at the realisation—that's insane. P3.

He was going to start his debut race in P3, but he knew it wasn't the race, so it hardly mattered, but just knowing he set the third fastest lap out of everyone on the grid was enough to boost his ego a fair bit.

Eventually, his team fell back into their usual places, and he began gathering his things to leave before he heard a familiar voice speak, a voice he'd only ever heard over the television.

"Lancito, congratulations on P3," he said, lightly patting the youngers shoulders.

He was stunned, and Fernando Alonso was congratulating him. He was so taken aback by the praise that he almost missed the new name. Almost. Lancito? He'd never been called that before, yet somehow it felt right to hear it come off the Spaniard's tongue.

"Thank you. It feels amazing being able to start my debut race so close behind you, Alonso." Lance wasn't sure exactly what to call him, hesitating to even say his last name.

"Am excited to see how you do, Lancito. I wish you luck." He flashed a quick smile before moving his hand off the other man's shoulder and beginning to walk away.

Lance watched him closely, still flustered at the physical contact, kind words, and the new nickname.

"Oh, and," Fernando started, quickly turning back to Lance. "Please, call me Fernando; there is no need to be professional when it is just us, no?"

Lance nodded, smiling at the older man as he turned and left. He wasn't sure he'd be getting any sleep that night.

After getting to the paddock the next day (and barely getting through interviews), he began talking to Nico outside of the garage, trying his best to convince his teammate that starting P12 was a blessing.

Nico was a great driver, so he knew this would just be a chance to stun the crowd with brilliant overtakes.

The conversation was going smoothly, the two meshing surprisingly well, before Lance's attention was grabbed by a man in blue and yellow.

He was hard to miss, and it didn't help that Lance had been absentmindedly searching for him all day.

He was on his way back to his team garage. Lance was unsure where exactly he was coming from; all he knew was that he looked perfect.

Lance wasn't sure how he felt about Fernando, but it seemed to be admiration. It made sense for him to admire Fernando; he had just won the world championship the year before, so a rookie admiring him was more than acceptable, right?

As everyone got into their cars, Lance couldn't help but get more and more anxious, everyone falling seamlessly into their places. Before Lance knew it, the race was starting (and he was off to a horrible start).

He felt himself getting more and more frustrated. Seeing as other drivers passed him, he continued to curse under his breath, but he knew he was going to make it up. He was so confident he was going to overtake them again, get back to P3, and finish his debut race on the podium.

Then he felt the car get worse; his tyres were locking up during what seemed like every turn, and before he knew it, his car was smoking.

"Lance, box, box, we need to retire the car."

Fuck.

He felt sick to his stomach; this had to be one of the worst ways to start his rookie season. He was beyond embarrassed. 

He pulled into the pit lane and went to his garage. There was nothing positive about this situation, but somehow it felt even worse knowing that Fernando Alonso wished him good luck the day prior and he couldn't even finish the race.

He unzipped his race suit to his hips and sat down, putting on a pair of headphones and pretending to be interested in the race—his debut race, his first DNF.

The race came to an end after what felt like an eternity, and Nico came back, having scored points in his first race. A part of him was glad for Nico; of course, he more than deserved it, but he couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if he had finished; he wanted to score points. He had to score points.

The debrief passed, and so did the podium, and now the teammates were just sitting together, Nico leaning against the wall as they spoke, talking about whatever came to mind and just enjoying each other's presence before they noticed another driver coming towards them.

It was Fernando, and before either of them could speak, he beat them to it.

"Nico, very good job today." He praised, and Lance felt a pang of jealousy as he recalled Fernando saying similar things to him after quali yesterday. He wished he had raced long enough to get praise from the older man as well.

"Thank you, Fernando. It means a lot." Nico smiled, the conversation between the two ending there.

"Lancito, am sorry to hear you retired. Not a very good start, but it just guarantees Malaysia's going to treat you better, eh?"

Lance nodded, looking up at Fernando. It wasn't every day a 6'0 rookie had to look up to a 5'7 world champion, but Fernando looked good up there.

"Yeah, let's hope that doesn't mean you'll do worse then." He laughed, and with Fernando's logic, he supposed the Spaniard would DNF next.

"Don't jinx me now!" Fernando shook his head, moving closer to pat Lance on the shoulder again, seemingly a new thing between them. "Am getting older; I have to win another championship before I retire, don't you think?"

And before he knew it, the older man was gone again—back into the Renault garage.

 

He hadn't noticed at the time, but after Fernando left and he turned to Nico, he was met with a very suspicious look.

"So, you two are friends?" Nico asked, more familiar with the reputation Fernando had than Lance.

"Maybe? I'm not sure." He laughed, leaning on the wall behind him. "He spoke to me yesterday too; maybe he's just nice to all rookies like that."

"Maybe" Nico agreed, although he knew that wasn't true, and so did everyone, besides Lance, it seemed.

[oxygenpdf]

I’d rather take my whiskey…

Neat…

[raapija]

Searching for pics for some new magazine covers and I just think Checo and Lance were great together 🥰

[joelslegalwhre]

Baby pictures

pairing⁀➷ lance stroll x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lance shook his head with a light smile.

"What?"

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

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

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[stsainz]

i pray for the day we have a pink f1 team again please lawd

[lil-shiro]

Some racing point era Lance I think we should talk about (ft. Checo)

[delulu-4-lewlew]

I fear these cars will never serve cunt like the Pink Mercedes.

[troubledcomet]

Mr. Mexican Minister of MY HEART 🥺🥺

[princelancey]

Happy 2 year anniversary to the best day I've had watching formula 1

[feraltwinkseb]

Lance Stroll celebrates with his pole position award November 14, 2020 - Istanbul, Turkey Source: Clive Mason/Getty Images

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 7)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.2k words, no warnings) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {This is short, sorry 😭 I'm seeing a pattern of me ending chapters with Strollonso hugging so if u get sick of it uhhhh idc i love it theyre so soft}

last part - masterlist - next part

Lance was in a great mood, coming into the paddock with Nico but quickly being taken away by Fernando.

They'd talked a lot since the older mans home Grand Prix, texting almost constantly and calling so Fernando could ramble about anything and everything (coming close to disclosing undisclosed renault information a few times)

"How are you?" He asked, turning to look at Lance while dragging him away from the paddock

"We were just texting, Nando" Lance laughed, shaking his head at Fernando as they came to a stop

"I missed your voice" The Spaniard hummed, looking up at Lance

"Yeah, yeah. You were just on the phone complaining to me about how Renault is changing their colour scheme next year." Lance didn't mind it, he liked talking to Fernando. It seemed like ever since Fernando won in Spain they'd just been getting closer every day

"That's besides the point!" Fernando laughed, waving his hand as he brushed it off "Do you feel good about today? First time in monaco for Racing Point"

"I do, I've raced here a few times so I know I'll be quick to get a hang of it in a Formula One car" Their conversations just seemed to flow, both of them listening closely to the other

"Planning to look pretty in pink on the podium?" The shorter man teased, elbowing Lance slightly as their hands fell apart

"On that highest step, yeah" Lance flashed Fernando a grin, playfully challenging the Spaniard

"The day I lose to you I will buy the moon in your honour"

They both laughed, Lance taking it as a joke but Fernando was seriously wondering if he could do that

Qualifying went by quick, as soon as he got to the pitlane Fernando ran up to him

"Lancito, what was your time?"

"Uh, 1:14:08"

"De veras?" His eyes lit up, Lance not understanding but going along "Lancito, you're p2"

Now he understood, this time he was the one to hug Fernando, practically smothering the shorter man

"Wait-" He pulled back, hands on Fernandos shoulders "You're-"

"Am p1, of course"

Lance smiled widely, his teeth exposed as he became excited for both him and Fernando

Lance was sat in the Racing Point garage, worrying about whethet or not he'd actually be able to keep his spot.

"Lancito!" A voice called, getting Lance's attention straight away. Fernando had just finished speaking with people from his team so now he could talk to Lance "Nervous?" He asked, Lance making his way to the Spaniard

"Of course not, you should be" Lance smiled, nudging the older man

"Am horrified" Fernando said, a serious look on his face that quickly turned into a small smile as the two looked at eachother, a laugh escaping his lips

Lance hit his shoulder lightly "Hey! This is no joke, I might make a crazy comeback and win the championship"

"Ah, yes, of course, Lancito" Fernando nodded, both of them knowing it wasn't possible but neither caring enough to be logical, they hadn't thought the two of them having a front row start was possible either but here they are

"Don't run into my car to sabotage me, okay? I need my rookie year championship"

"Of course, I'll let you have a head start, mi sol"

"Good!"

They were all lined up, Lances eyes glued to the lights in front of him, watching as they turned on one by one then stepping on the gas as they shut off.

Fernando kept the lead, not to anyones surprise. Lance managed to defend against Kimi who was trying to pass, building a 2 second gap between them and just over a second between him and Fernando.

On lap 23 he managed to pass Fernando, his hands shaking as he gripped his steering wheel, pushing his car as far as it could go. He led for a little over a lap before Fernando took it back, he wasn't too worried since there were still over 50 laps for him to take it back.

On lap 50 he started having problems.

"Brad, what's going on? Something feels off." He radioed in, having to shout over the noise of the track

"We aren't sure, Lance, just keep pushing. Fernando is .8 seconds ahead."

Lance nodded, knowing Brad couldn't see him but too determined to be in first again to think. The only thing on his mind was a podium.

Four laps later his hopes were squashed, his engine practically exploding behind him as he was forced to pull off to the side, half is car still on the track as they called out a safety car

"FUCK" He shouted, slamming his hands on the wheel. He felt his heart beating, he could hear it in his ears, how fast it was going, how much hope he had just a lap prior and now he was pulled off to the side with black smoke engulfing his car.

He got out quickly, moving closer to the barrier as he waited to be picked up. He felt as if he could cry. He had another great chance and it was ruined again. He felt like he couldn't win, like no matter what he was destined to just never get a podium. Every time he even thought about it his car would decide he didn't deserve it.

He was stuck in the garage debriefing for what felt like hours, Brad unsure why this kept happening, all he knew was Lance was sick of it. The teenager was getting restless, he wanted to show his skill, show people he's not just a billionares son but a brilliant driver. It didn't seem possible with the car he was given.

"I just- I'm so sick of it, I keep having any chance of succeeding torn away from me, I just want to do good. Why can't I just do good? Why can't i succeed?" He spoke quick, nails digging into his palm as he felt himself get more and more worked up over it, he wasn't sure why the DNF's were getting to him more, he knew he could do good, he'd done good, but the car would always give up before he could solidify his results.

Fernando left the podium, walking past the Renault garage and straight to Racing Point where he saw the Canadian sitting on a counter towards the side.

As soon as he saw Fernando he got up, going to him quickly. He didn't say anything, the Spaniard just opened his arms and Lance sunk into them, somehow always managing to feel small in the older mans embrace.

"You did good, am so proud, Lancito." He whispered, a hand finding its way to the boys head, stroking his long hair as he tried to make him feel better

Lance didn't speak, he just inhaled, taking in the scent of the world champion as he hid his face in his neck, not bothering to care about the crowds eyes and cameras on them. All that mattered was Fernando was there, his Fernando was there.

[oxygenpdf]

Honestly, “Man On Fire” is definitely my favourite episode of Drive to Survive. Having Grosjeans accident, Max and Charles going into the wall, Parez going from Last to First. It was such a beautiful episode.

Then ending with the Checo Redbull call. Really perfect.

[princemick-archive]

Austria 2020