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Radio Silence | Chapter Thirty-Four

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, autistic breakdown on page, racing accidents (Las Vegas 2023), domestic fluff, slight (?) cliffhanger

Notes — Another longggg one! Hope you love it.

2023 (Las Vegas)

It was one of those overcast afternoons where the sky couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain or not. The light through the huge windows was grey and flat, and the air inside the rented house-slash-shoot-location had that odd, sterile warmth that came from too many camera batteries and ring lights and people trying to look casual for content.

The house itself was the kind of place you couldn’t quite imagine anyone actually living in — all clean lines, brushed steel, and exposed concrete. There were too many stairs. Too many echoey corners. And absolutely no soft lighting. It had been chosen for aesthetics, not comfort.

Amelia sat curled in the corner of the oversized leather sofa, knees tucked under her, one hand gripping her iPad, the other fidgeting absently with the drawstring of a hoodie that had somehow ended up in her lap. She hadn’t asked for it. Someone had draped it over her when she sat down, and now it was hers, apparently. That was fine. She liked the weight of it.

Her focus, however, was fixed entirely on her screen. The Vegas GP loomed ahead — a race full of unknowns, simulations stacked high with red flags and conditional parameters that changed every time she blinked. The track was new, the surface barely tested, the layout odd and inconsistent. Every variable gave her brain another reason to loop. And loop. And loop.

She was halfway through calculating braking loads based on preliminary corner speeds when Lando wandered past, all soft socks and too-long limbs, dragging one arm into a puffer jacket he wasn’t really planning to zip. He slowed when he saw her, smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“You gonna wear that for a photo?” He asked, nodding at the hoodie.

Amelia didn’t look up. “No.”

He paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “You sure? You’d look cute.”

She blinked once, then met his eyes. “I’m not in the mood for cute. I’m calculating brake performance for a track we have literally never raced on before. There are so many variables. I’m stressed.”

Across the room, Max Fewtrell barked a laugh, his voice echoing faintly as he adjusted a light stand. “That’s the most Amelia sentence I’ve ever heard. Like, ever.”

Pietra, seated on the floor nearby in flared jeans and a cloud-soft crewneck, turned toward Amelia with a gentle smile. She had a scrunchie looped around her wrist and two bracelets Amelia had given her after a layover in Japan. “You can do both,” Pietra said warmly. “Be cute and stressed.”

Amelia looked at her, expression softening around the eyes. “Honestly, I just want to stay sat down.”

“Okay,” Pietra said, and leaned sideways to gently press her shoulder against Amelia’s. “Then we’ll sit. Together.”

Amelia didn’t say thank you. But she didn’t move away, either.

Lando reappeared a moment later with a bottle of water in one hand and a small protein bar in the other. He plopped onto the armrest beside her, knees brushing hers. His eyes flicked to the hoodie.

“You know that one’s technically mine.”

“I don’t care,” Amelia said without looking up.

He grinned. “I figured.” He nudged her ankle gently with his socked foot. “Still think it’d look better on you anyway.”

“That’s not difficult,” she replied, tugging the cuff of the hoodie over her hand. Then, after a pause, she added flatly, “That was a joke.”

Max dropped into a nearby chair, flinging one leg over the side with practiced drama. “Just one picture of you, Amelia? Come on, people would love it. Bit of behind-the-scenes. The fans adore when you’re in anything.”

Amelia didn’t even blink. “No thank you.”

Lando snorted into his water bottle. Pietra let out a warm laugh. “Stop bothering her, Max. Lando does enough of that.”

“Oi,” Lando said, mock-affronted. “Leave me out of this.”

“You’re both bothering me,” Amelia replied, perfectly even. “I’m trying to work. I already hate the Vegas track.”

He turned his full attention to her now, brows lifting. “Why? We haven’t even been yet.”

“Because it’s new!” she burst out, sharper than she meant to. The volume bounced off the walls. She winced immediately, ducking her head into her shoulder. Her voice dropped low, controlled. “Because it’s new and we haven’t raced it before and that means no past data to lean on. That means sim work based on theoretical grip levels. That means error margins get wider. And that means I have to prepare twice as hard with half as much certainty.”

There was a pause.

“...Fair enough,” Lando said gently.

“I hate guessing,” she mumbled.

“No one likes guessing,” Pietra offered.

Amelia gave a small nod. “I like control. I like knowing.”

Max opened his mouth like he was about to tease her, then caught the subtle tension in her shoulders and wisely shut it again.

Lando tapped the top of her tablet lightly with one finger. “Well. You’ll figure it out, baby. You always do.”

She glanced up at him. “Because it’s my job.”

“And because you’re brilliant.”

She didn’t respond, but the corner of her mouth ticked upward.

“Are you wearing that to dinner later?” Pietra asked, gesturing to the hoodie.

Amelia looked down at it, then back at her. “Yes. I don’t want to change. I’m comfortable.”

Pietra smiled. “Good. I’ll wear mine too. We’ll match.”

“Accidentally?”

“Deliberately.”

Amelia considered that. “Okay. But only if we sit near the window.”

Pietra beamed. “Done.”

Lando looked between them, then leaned back on his hands. “You’ve replaced me.”

Amelia didn’t even blink. “I only want to kiss you.”

He made a thoughtful face. “Alright. I’ll allow it.”

Max rolled his eyes. “You’re both so weird.”

“I’m autistic,” Amelia said plainly.

“You’re the weird one,” Pietra added to Max.

“Rude,” Max said.

Lando grinned. “You’re still in love with us.”

“Terrible.”

Outside, the sky finally made up its mind — light rain pattering against the windows in slow, scattered streaks.

Inside, Amelia tucked the hoodie tighter around her, legs still folded, checklist still glowing on the iPad in her lap. Her head leaned lightly against Pietra’s shoulder now, and Lando’s hand rested on her shin — grounding, present, always within reach.

They’d survive Vegas. They would.

Amelia exhaled through her nose. “I need a backup plan for the Sector 2 hairpin.”

“You’ll come up with one,” Lando said, completely sure.

And she would.

Because she always did.

—

The sim suite smelled faintly of coffee and carpet glue.

It was making Amelia feel violently ill.

It was well past nine in the evening, and the McLaren Technology Centre was mostly dark — lights dimmed, staff dispersed, and only the low hum of servers and quiet keystrokes from the strategy team still working in the next room. On the main screen, a full layout of the Las Vegas circuit was overlaid with predictive data. Telemetry lines in orange and blue flickered in real time, charting Oscar’s run.

Inside the sim rig, Oscar exhaled sharply and let the steering wheel go slack as the run ended.

“Turn ten still feels off,” he said, voice crackling slightly through the headset. “Rear snaps too easily on downshift. It’s like— I don’t know. It just unloads.”

Amelia stood beside the sim rig, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She didn’t look at Oscar as she replied. She was looking at the data instead. “We’re too aggressive with the engine braking into the apex,” she said. “You’re already on a mid-bite diff setting. I can pull back the torque map slightly — see if we can stabilise it.”

Oscar lifted his visor and blinked into the low lighting. “We tried that earlier though.”

“That was with a higher track temp sim,” one of the strategy engineers chimed in from his desk.

Amelia nodded. “This time we’re modelling it colder. Night session, cooler surface, lower grip. It’s a different profile now.”

Oscar gave her a skeptical look. “You think it’ll make the difference?”

“I don’t know,” she said flatly. “We run tests. And I wait for the results.”

He frowned at her. “You’re stressed.”

“I’m not stressed,” Amelia replied. “I’m tired. And annoyed. This track is stupid.”

The strategist behind her snorted into his water bottle. “That’s the technical term, is it?”

“Yes,” she said, deadpan. “Stupid.”

Oscar raised a hand in surrender. “Okay, okay. No argument from me.”

Amelia stepped forward and typed something into the control console. “I’ll load the next setup with the revised map and a minor front wing tweak. You’ll run sectors two and three only.”

Oscar nodded, settling back into the seat. “Short run. Got it.”

“Not just short,” Amelia added. “Precision. I want minimal steering corrections. No overcommitting. If we’re going to adjust setup for the race, I need to see your clean line.”

Behind her, Lando’s voice chimed in from the doorway, “someone’s feeling bossy tonight.”

Amelia didn’t turn around. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m just here to observe,” Lando said, stepping in with a smoothie and a faint smirk. “Oscar’s face is funny when he gets told off for oversteering.”

Oscar flipped him off without lifting his head.

Amelia keyed in the updated run. “I don’t care what his face does. I care about what the car does.”

Lando walked over, watching the screen over her shoulder. “What’s the target delta?”

“Half a second gain from his last run if the balance correction holds.”

Lando let out a low whistle. “Ambitious.”

“It’s not,” Amelia replied. “It’s necessary.”

There was a pause.

“You doing okay, baby?” He asked, a bit more gently now.

“I will be fine,” she said. “After Vegas is over and no one asks me to model tyre deg on untested tarmac again.”

Oscar cleared his throat from the rig. “Not to interrupt, but—uh—ready when you are.”

“Go ahead,” Amelia said, refocusing instantly. “Cold tyres, revised torque, short sector two and three run. Confirm.”

“Confirmed,” Oscar replied.

The sim kicked back into life. Virtual Vegas, all garish lights and overblown spectacle, unfurled across the screen. Oscar’s car dove into sector two with smoother transitions, noticeably fewer corrections in the corners.

“Better,” Amelia muttered, half to herself.

Oscar’s voice came through again. “Still doesn’t feel natural, but it’s drivable now.”

“We don’t need natural,” she said. “We need consistency.”

Oscar snorted. “You should get that put on a mug.”

“I did,” Lando added from behind her. Sarcastically. “It’s in our kitchen. Pink ceramic. Very cute.”

Amelia didn’t respond to that. She was too busy watching the data smooth out. Torque delivery flattened. Brake pressure stayed linear. The car made it through turn ten without any hint of snap.

Finally, she let out a breath. “Alright. That’s something we can build on.”

Oscar coasted to a stop in the sim. “You going to sleep tonight?”

“No,” Amelia said plainly. “I’m going to write a full report for Andrea and then run sector modelling for Sunday. Maybe tomorrow I’ll sleep.”

Lando moved closer, brushing his hand against hers lightly. “You’ll sleep. I’ll make sure of it.”

Amelia didn’t argue, but she didn’t confirm either.

Instead, she turned back to the engineers. “We’ll do a full load run tomorrow, weather sim in two parts. I’ll rework the wing config tonight.”

Oscar pulled off his gloves. “Do we ever do anything the easy way?”

“No,” Amelia said simply. “But if we want to win, we’re going to have to do it the hard way.”

Lando smiled at that. “Now that should go on a mug.”

—

The Woking flat was dark except for the glow of Amelia’s laptop screen and the soft blue hue of the night bleeding in through the curtains.

Lando had been asleep for the last hour. Or at least, he’d been pretending to be—chest rising slow and steady under the covers, one arm thrown across the pillow she’d vacated earlier. He hadn’t moved, even when she’d shifted to the desk by the window and started typing furiously with only a desk lamp and the stars for company.

She’d barely noticed how stiff her back had become. Her legs were tucked beneath her again, one sock half-rolled, posture twisted into something unnatural. Her fingers moved with focused speed, mapping Oscar’s sector performance against a projected tyre wear curve.

“Amelia,” Lando said, voice rough from sleep but still gentle. “Baby. Come back to bed.”

She didn’t look up. “I’m almost done.”

“You’ve been almost done for forty minutes.”

“That’s because I keep finding new things to optimise,” she replied, tapping a key with just a little too much force. “The grip model’s still off in sector three. I think the sim is overcompensating for the surface temp. If Oscar brakes, he’s going to overshoot.”

Lando sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. “You know you’re going to fix it all tomorrow anyway, right? It doesn’t all need to happen tonight.”

“It does,” she said immediately. “It does, because it’s unpredictable, and if I don’t account for everything now, I’ll be scrambling when I’m supposed to be thinking clearly. And I hate scrambling.”

He rolled out of bed with a sleepy grunt and crossed the room to her, quiet and barefoot on the plush carpet. When he reached her, he leaned against the edge of the desk, arms folded, watching her for a long moment. Not judging. Just… taking her in.

“You’re spiralling,” he said simply.

“No, I’m working.”

“Amelia.”

That one word, soft and firm and Lando-shaped, made her pause.

She didn’t meet his eyes, but her hands stilled over the keyboard. Her mouth was set in a thin line. Tired. Frustrated.

“I don’t know how to switch it off,” she admitted, barely above a whisper. “Not when I know I haven’t solved the problem.”

“I know,” he said, and gently reached to brush a lock of hair from her cheek. “But right now the problem is that you’re running on fumes, and if you don’t rest, you’re not going to solve anything.”

“But—”

“You’ll still be brilliant in the morning. I promise.”

She swallowed, jaw tense. “I hate how much I care. I hate that it makes me feel—” She clenched one hand into a fist. “Like I’m chasing something I can never quite catch. Because there’s always something else to fix.”

“I know,” Lando said again. “But you’re allowed to rest without fixing everything first. That doesn’t make you less good at your job. It just makes you human, yeah?”

Amelia looked at him finally. Her eyes were glassy, but not tearful. Just full — with pressure, with effort, with the weight of wanting to be the best and feeling like she had to prove it constantly.

He reached down and took her hand in his.

“Come to bed,” he said gently. “I’ll lie awake with you if your brain won’t shut up. We can talk about strategy, or nothing at all. But I want you with me.”

Amelia hesitated. Then closed her laptop with a soft click.

“Okay,” she said, voice a little hollow from the sudden shift in momentum. “Okay, I’ll try.”

Lando squeezed her hand and led her back toward the bed. She climbed in beside him, limbs slow and uncertain, like she wasn’t sure how to be still. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“You’re allowed to rest,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to exist outside of your job.”

She let out a long, shaky breath. “I know.”

“Say it like you believe it.”

“I’m allowed to rest,” she repeated, curling into him. “Even if I haven’t fixed everything.”

He smiled against her skin. “Good girl.”

Amelia relaxed by inches, not all at once, never that, but her breath began to slow, her hands stopped fidgeting, and the tension in her shoulders faded as his warmth soaked into her.

It was enough.

—

Amelia stirred slowly, the weight of Lando’s arm still draped across her waist, his breathing deep and even behind her.

Her brain came online before her eyes opened. The first thought was always a race.

Telemetry. Overnight sim data. Updated Vegas surface temps. Sector three.

She kept her eyes shut. Just for a moment longer.

Her hand reached, automatically, half-blind, toward the bedside table. She found her phone and lit the screen — brightness low, eyes squinting. There was a new email flagged from McLaren strategy. An attachment from the sim team. A message from Oscar. Just a quick one.

Brake marker change in T11? Feel like it’s off. Can we run it again?

Her thumb hovered over the reply button.

Then a low, sleepy voice rumbled behind her ear. “If you answer that, I’m going to bite you.”

She stilled.

Lando’s voice was rough with sleep, his face still half buried in her hair, but his grip on her waist tightened just slightly — enough to ground her, enough to keep her in the moment.

“I wasn’t going to answer,” she said softly. “I was just checking—”

“You were doing the exact thing we talked about,” he said, not unkindly. “Waking up and not even giving yourself ten minutes to take care of yourself before you start thinking about everyone else.”

She blinked. Her screen dimmed and went black. She let the phone fall gently back onto the bed.

Lando pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade. “Thank you.”

“I really wasn’t going to do anything,” she murmured again, not sure why she was defending it. “I just needed to know what’s going on. So I could stop thinking about it.”

“I get that.” He kissed the back of her neck this time, a little firmer. “But I also know you. One look turns into an hour of work. You don’t know how to stop unless someone physically pins you down.”

She rolled onto her back to look at him. His hair was flattened on one side. His eyes were sleepy but open now, watching her like she was something fragile he was determined not to drop.

“I just don’t want to miss something important,” she said. “Vegas is proving to be a nightmare.”

“We’ll be fine. You’ll be better than fine.”

“You can’t guarantee that.”

“No,” he agreed. “But I can guarantee that if you burn yourself out now, you won’t be able to fix the problems when they actually matter.”

Her lips twisted into something half-smile, half-grimace. “That’s annoying because it’s true.”

“Mm.” He nuzzled her hairline. “I like you when you’re being all smart-pants Amelia,” Lando said, pulling her closer again. “But I like it better when you’re well-rested.”

She sighed and let herself relax, her head falling against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat — steady and calm — the opposite of her usual thrum of anxious energy.

He tapped her hip. “Tell you what. You stay here, in bed, with me for fifteen more minutes. Then I’ll get up and bring you your laptop, your iPad, three highlighters and whatever else you need. Deal?”

She closed her eyes. Thought about saying no. Thought about Vegas. Then she nodded.

“Deal.”

Lando smiled against her temple. “My girl.”

—

Las Vegas

Amelia found herself blinking too fast at the way the skyline shimmered. There was no charm, there was only overstimulation. Neon screamed from every building; engines echoed off concrete; something in the air smelled like fried sugar.

Her stomach turned.

As they moved through the paddock, she turned sharply to her dad, who was walking beside her, and asked, "Can I do a track walk later? I need to see the surface in person. Kerb structure, cambers. The sim doesn’t replicate the actual feel, not at night."

Zak gave her a careful look, then a sigh that told her the answer before he said it. “Honey… I’m sorry. They’re limiting access this weekend. Safety regulations, plus a logistical headache with all the road closures. Sorry, kiddo."

She stopped walking entirely. “What do you mean? That’s ridiculous. My understanding of this track is directly tied to driver performance.”

“I know that,” Zak said, placating. “But it’s out of my hands. FIA’s ruling.”

Amelia blinked. Hard. Her jaw set. Her brain scrambled to make the logic work — and couldn’t. The denial didn’t make sense from a safety standpoint or a performance one, and worse, it was illogical and personal.

She threw both hands out in disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now? What kind of regulatory framework tells the people making car decisions that they can’t assess the track in person?”

Zak ran a hand down his face. “I know. Believe me, I tried. I even—”

“No, this is absurd,” Amelia went on, ignoring the curious glances of passing engineers and team staff. “I’m being told to rely on visual models and telemetry estimates on a track that doesn’t exist on any previous calendar. Dad.”

That word slipped out sharp and unimpressed.

Zak winced. “You’re mad at the wrong person.”

Amelia exhaled through her nose and folded her arms. “I’m mad at everyone.”

Lando, a few steps ahead, doubled back when he realised she wasn’t beside him anymore. “Everything okay?”

“She’s not allowed to walk the track,” Zak supplied.

Lando’s brows rose. “Why not?”

“Ask the FIA,” Amelia muttered, rocking slightly on her heels, clearly overstimulated and trying not to explode about it.

Lando gave a low whistle, stepping up beside her. “That’s proper stupid.”

“Thank you,” Amelia said, voice clipped.

Lando’s hand slid to the small of her back. Just the lightest pressure. She leaned into it instinctively, grounding herself.

“You’ll be fine,” he murmured. “You’ve been simulating this track for two months. You probably know it better than anyone else already.”

Amelia didn’t answer right away. She looked out at the chaos of the strip behind the paddock fencing, then back at the rows of garages, the closed doors, the high fences. She chewed the inside of her cheek.

Zak, softer now, said, “Hey. Don’t give this the power to make you wobble, alright? You’ve got this!”

Her face didn’t soften, but her posture did, just slightly. She nodded, tight and short.

Then, “If Oscar crashes because I misjudge Turn 12 apex grip, I’m going to email the FIA and tell them to eat gravel.”

Lando grinned. “There she is. My beautiful, terrifying wife.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” He leaned in to kiss the side of her head and whispered, “Now stop worrying so much.”

—

The media room was lit like a game show. Two stools, a camera crew, a backdrop with the McLaren logo, and a table of whiteboards and markers.

Oscar looked mildly bored. Lando looked amused. Amelia looked like she’s been forced to be there (she had).

A social media coordinator beamed behind the camera. “Okay, welcome to a special edition of 'Who Knows Her Best!'  We’ve got our race engineer Amelia here, and joining us are her driver, Oscar Piastri—”

Oscar gave an awkward little wave.

“—and her husband, Lando Norris!”

Lando winked at the camera.

Amelia stared dead ahead. “You have ten minutes. I have things to do.”

“Great! First question—What’s Amelia’s favourite food?”

Lando started writing instantly.

Oscar hesitated. “Does coffee count?”

Amelia frowned. “No. You don’t chew coffee.”

He groaned and scrawled something anyway.

“Alright—reveal!”

Lando flipped his board: Marco’s Italian Marinara Pizza Oscar’s board: …Toast?

Amelia pursed her lips. “Lando’s right.”

Oscar muttered, “She eats toast every morning.”

“I eat it because it's efficient, not because it brings me joy,” she replied.

Next question.

“Okay—what’s Amelia’s biggest pet peeve?”

Oscar didn’t hesitate.

Lando paused and narrowed his eyes. “Only one?”

They flipped.

Oscar: Inefficiency Lando: People breathing loudly near her

Amelia blinked. “Both are right. I can’t put one above the other.”

Lando smirked. “So I get half a point?”

“We didn’t agree on half points.” She huffed.

Oscar stifled a laugh.

The coordinator laughed nervously. “Alright! Final question: What’s her idea of a perfect day off?”

The boys scribbled.

Reveal:

Oscar: A quiet room, iPad fully charged, noise-canceling headphones Lando: No phones. No noise. Me, her, somewhere nobody can find us.

Amelia looked at both answers, then spoke flatly.

“Oscar’s is my ideal race-weekend. Lando’s is correct for a non-race-weekend.”

Lando grinned. “Boom.”

Oscar sighed. “I should’ve said that.”

“You were just guessing.” She shrugged.

The social media manager clapped. “Well! Looks like… Lando wins!"

Amelia stood. “Great. I’m going back to run a qualifying simulation now.”

She left frame without saying goodbye.

Oscar and Lando both laughed as the camera faded to the McLaren logo.

—

The McLaren garage buzzed with the low hum of machinery and murmured radio checks. Engineers moved with purpose, but Amelia sat on the edge of Oscar’s workstation, unusually still, arms folded tightly across her chest.

Oscar was halfway into his race suit, glancing at her between sips from his bottle.

“You’re staring at me,” he said, trying to make it light.

“I’m thinking,” she replied flatly.

He waited. She didn’t elaborate.

A beat passed.

Then, in that clipped, low tone of hers, “Track’s colder than ideal. Grip will suck the first stint. You’ll want to push, but don��t chase the feeling if it’s not there. Let it come to you.”

He nodded, tightening his gloves. “Copy.”

“Stay out of traffic, especially Sector 2. If someone impedes you, don’t get emotional about it. Just report and reset.”

Oscar studied her. “You okay?”

“I’m briefing you.”

“…Right.”

She unfolded her arms slowly, like the motion took effort. Her jaw was tense. The usual snap in her delivery was duller, like she was wading through fog and didn’t want to show it.

“You don’t need to prove anything to anyone today,” she said finally, without meeting his eyes. “Not to me. Not to the paddock. Just get the data. Clean session. That’s the win.”

Oscar hesitated. “You sure you’re alright?”

She finally looked at him. Her expression didn’t shift, but there was something behind her eyes—tired, maybe. Not physically. He couldn’t tell.

“Focus on your job, Oscar.”

A long pause.

“Alright,” he said softly. “Let’s do it, then.”

He turned to leave for the car, but her hand briefly touched his forearm.

It was the first time she’d done that all season.

“You’ve got this,” she said.

And then she was gone; disappearing behind a headset and a screen, shutting the world out with precision.

Oscar didn’t say anything.

But when he climbed into the car and pulled his belts tight, his shoulders were a little squarer. His breathing calmer.

—

The TV feed cut to chaos. Red flag. Marshals sprinted onto the track. Carlos’s Ferrari was being craned away. Oscar hadn’t even managed to leave the garage yet.

Amelia stood at the pit wall, arms crossed, headset still on. She hadn’t blinked in fifteen seconds.

Her dad appeared behind her, phone in hand, expression a blend of irritation and corporate damage control.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Drain cover came loose,” she said flatly. “Sainz drove over it at 320. Floor’s completely destroyed.”

Zak frowned. “Seriously?”

“Yes. The cover wasn’t welded properly. Obvious risk. They didn’t check.”

He looked at the monitor. “Are we running Oscar?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

She turned her head slowly toward him. “Because there’s a hole in the track.”

Zak didn’t respond.

She continued. “Sending a car out now is negligent. I already told Race Control we won’t participate until they give a structural inspection report. I won’t risk Oscar’s chassis because someone forgot a torque wrench.”

Zak sighed. “Okay.”

Behind them, mechanics hovered awkwardly, unsure whether to continue prep or stand down. Amelia tapped her headset.

“FP1 is over,” she said, voice clipped. “Go back to base. Check Lando’s floor and cooling ducts for debris. Full diagnostic.”

Oscar walked up, half-suited, helmet under his arm. “What’s going on?”

She looked at him. “You’re not going out. Drain cover came off. Session’s red-flagged.”

“That’s it?”

“It could’ve killed someone,” she said. “So yes. That’s it.”

He blinked. “Right.”

She turned to walk back toward her workstation.

Zak called after her. “Don’t be angry!”

She stopped. Looked over her shoulder. “I’m not. Anger won’t fix the track.” Then, after a beat, she said, “But I think someone should be fired.”

And she walked off to find her husband.

—

The lights along the Strip hadn’t dimmed, but everything else had gone strangely quiet.

It was well past midnight. The garage, usually crackling with anticipation before a session, felt more like a waiting room. Too many people moving too carefully, voices lowered like something had been interrupted. Amelia stood at the pit wall, headset already pinching slightly against her temple, her fingers motionless over the trackpad. Waiting.

She hadn’t said much in the last hour. Not out of some dramatic mood, she just didn’t feel like filling the air with worthless commentary.

When the green light finally blinked on at the end of the pit lane, there wasn’t relief. Just exasperation.

She keyed her mic, steady. “Box out. Let’s see how everything feels.”

Oscar responded immediately. “Copy.”

The car pulled away, the hum of the engine disappearing into the neon distance. She stared after it a beat too long.

They hadn’t run in FP1. None of the planned setup work mattered anymore, this was just about salvaging time, collecting data.

But now, every drain cover was now a threat. Just another thing to add to her list of concerns.

Amelia’s eyes flicked to the screen, watching Oscar’s telemetry as if she could will the suspension to stay intact through every straight.

Two chairs down, her dad made some offhand joke about this being “the most expensive late-night go-kart session ever,” and she smiled with half her face, but didn’t turn.

The data streamed in. Amelia’s brain parsed it automatically, throttle traces, brake pressures, steering angles, but the usual focus wasn’t clicking the same way tonight. She pressed the mic button. “Feeling okay with the grip?” She asked.

“Better than expected,” Oscar replied. “Still a bit green, but manageable.”

“Copy that. Let’s try Mode 7 next lap.”

A beat passed.

“You alright?”

She blinked. The question had come in over a private channel. Just him. “Yeah,” she said. “Just having to watch everything twice. Sorry if I sound a bit distracted.”

She didn’t add that the neon lights were starting to feel like they were flickering behind her eyes, or that the pressure in her chest hadn’t really gone away since the FP1 red flag. Or that the silence before the sessions had settled into her bones in a way that didn’t feel temporary.

But none of that mattered. Not tonight. He had 90 minutes, and they had to make every single one of them count.

She shuffled on her hair, opened the sector comparison window, and let out a quiet breath. “Let’s go hunting, ducky.”

—

Amelia sat on the edge of a low bench, her headset off, fingers tapping absently on the worn fabric of her skirt. Oscar slid next to her, helmet still under one arm, face flushed from the heat of the track.

“You did well out there,” she told him.

Oscar smiled, the kind that barely touched his eyes. “You sure? It felt like I was half driving with one eye on every drain cover.”

She let out a soft, humourless chuckle. “Yeah, well, that’s what we get for racing on a casino parking lot.”

He glanced at her, watching for the flicker of something beneath her calm. “You okay?”

Her eyes caught his. “I’m fine. Just... processing. You know how it is.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. If you need to step back or—”

“No.” She shook her head, almost imperceptibly. “No. I’m fine.”

Oscar leaned back, exhaling through his nose. “Roll on tomorrow, eh?”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Tomorrow.”

—

Oscar and Lando stood by the side of the track, away from the chatter and TV cameras, sharing a rare moment of quiet.

“She’s different,” Oscar said, voice low, like sharing a secret. “Not in a bad way. Just... more quiet, more serious. Even when she talks, it’s like she’s somewhere else.”

Lando nodded, eyes scanning the pit lane as if he could spot the cause in the distance. “Yeah. Noticed. You think she’s pushing herself too hard?”

Oscar shrugged. “Maybe. I’ll keep an eye on her. Don’t want to be that guy who notices too late.”

“Good call,” Lando said, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ll try to get it out of her tonight, but I appreciate it.”

Oscar smiled, half relieved. “Anytime, mate.”

—

The lobby’s glare hit Amelia like a punch, each flicker of neon and burst of laughter hammering against the fragile calm she’d been clinging to all weekend. Every unfamiliar voice seemed to multiply, overlapping into a chaotic storm behind her eyes. Her skin prickled, nerves sparking in every inch of her body. She tried to focus on the steady rhythm of her own breath, but it felt shallow, too fast.

The weekend had been a relentless tide of changes — the new track layout, unexpected strategies, the flood of questions from media she barely had energy to endure. Everyone expected her to be sharp, ready, unflappable. But inside, her mind was scrambling to process it all, the sensory overload making everything worse.

She could feel the walls closing in, the pressure building behind her ribcage, tightening like a vice.

Just breathe. But the breath didn’t come easy. Her hands clenched at her sides, fingers trembling.

She tried to steady herself, a practiced smile pressed onto her face for the reception staff, for Lando, for Oscar. But it was too much. Too loud. Too unpredictable.

The floodgate broke.

Her vision blurred, chest tightening until it felt like the air itself was betraying her. She didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want anyone to see this unraveling — but she couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Lando’s voice cut through the haze — soft, patient, familiar.

“Hey, baby. Let’s go over here.”

His touch was a lifeline, grounding her in the chaos. She stumbled toward him, every shaky breath breaking as the raw exhaustion spilled out.

She wanted to explain, to scream ‘this isn’t weakness!’ but the words caught in her throat.

Lando didn’t say a thing. He just reached out, firm and steady, pressing his hand gently but insistently into the small of her back. A solid, grounding pressure that said, I’m here. I’ve got you.

She leaned into it, breath ragged, heart racing, muscles trembling. His warmth was steady beneath her — an anchor.

Her hands found his arms, clinging like an octopus, desperate for the hold that would stop the spinning. She didn’t have the words to ask for help, but the silent understanding in his touch was enough.

Without a word, Lando lifted her effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing at all, cradling her close against his chest.

The noise of the lobby faded into background white noise as he carried her through it, the solid rhythm of his steps matching the slow crawl of her ragged breathing.

They moved past the glare of the lights, past the curious eyes, straight back to the safety of their room — where she could finally just be.

—

The shower ran hot, steam swirling thick and heavy in the small bathroom. Amelia sat on the cold tile floor, knees drawn up, fingers tightening around her stim toy, the familiar texture a welcome relief. The water hammered down, relentless and fierce and perfect.

Behind the fogged glass, Lando crouched, silent and steady. His presence wasn’t words or pressure, just steady warmth, a solid anchor in the swirling storm she couldn’t always control. His hand rested lightly on the tub’s edge, close enough that if she reached out, she’d find him there.

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. His calm, wordless support let her unravel at her own pace, gave her permission to sink low and find the fragments of herself again. The tight coil inside loosened, breath slowing, muscles softening.

When she finally reached out, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and exhaled a slow, quiet breath.

—

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Amelia lay on her side, knees tucked in, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it might swallow her whole. The bed creaked softly as Lando shifted beside her.

After a long pause, his hand found hers in the dark. “You doing alright, baby?” He asked, voice low but steady.

She hesitated before answering. “No. Not really. Today was... too much. Like everything was spinning, but I was stuck in place.”

Lando squeezed her fingers gently, patient. “You’ve been on edge since we landed.”

A small nod, tight with tension. “Since the plane, yeah. I felt sick the entire flight. And then here—everything just kept coming at me. Noise, people, changes. I thought I could handle it, but it kept building.”

He kept his hand in hers, steady and warm. “Nobody had enjoyed the weekend so far, baby. I promise you, you’re not alone there.”

Amelia finally turned her head to look at him, eyes searching. “I don’t want to sound weak. Or like I’m complaining.”

Lando shook his head, a soft smile breaking through. “You’re the last person that anyone would think was weak.”

Her shoulders relaxed a little, a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding escaping in a quiet sigh. “I’ve just felt physically sick with nerves since we left England. It’s like the whole weekend’s hanging over me, and I don’t know how to handle it.”

“Hey,” he said gently, fingers fluttering over her cheek and eyelids, “We’ll get through it together. We handle tomorrow, then we handle race day, and then we get to go home.”

She gave a small, wry smile. “I might lose it completely if it wasn’t for you.”

Lando chuckled softly. “Wouldn’t let that happen, would I?”

They stayed like that for a while, fingers entwined, silence wrapping around them like a shield.

“I hate feeling like I’m not in control.”

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry I can’t take that feeling away.”

She blinked back the hint of tears, voice softer now. “Thanks for being here.”

He brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. “Always.”

—

The morning light spilled gently through the curtains, softening the edges of the hotel room. Amelia was curled up in bed, the duvet pulled just below her chin. Lando balanced a tray with two plates of eggs, toast, and steaming coffee, trying not to spill as he settled it on the bedside table.

Oscar sat on the edge of the bed, knees tucked under him, already half-entwined in the quiet comfort of the morning. This wasn’t their first breakfast like this; the three of them, an unspoken little routine born out of long weekends and unpredictable schedules.

Lando grinned as he handed Amelia her coffee. “Here you go. Not too sweet, I promise.”

She gave a small, tired smile, reaching out to take it. “Better than last time.”

Oscar, perched close by, reached for a piece of toast and grinned back at her. “Glad I don’t like coffee. I’m just here for the food.”

Amelia raised an eyebrow, sipping. “You remind me of a stray cat sometimes.”

Oscar laughed, warm and easy. “I weirdly don’t mind that comparison.”

Lando shot Amelia a fond look across the bed.

“So, what’s the plan today?” Oscar asked, munching thoughtfully.

Lando shrugged, “Take it slow. FP3 later and then Quali, obviously, but nothing crazy this morning.”

Amelia leaned back into the pillows, her voice quiet but steady. “I might go and buy some Epsom salts. Write some strategy notes in the bath.”

Oscar nodded, eyes kind. “Sounds relaxing”

She glanced at Lando, who gave her a small, encouraging smile. “Hope so,” she said simply.

Oscar reached out and ruffled Lando’s hair. “Christ, mate. You could do with a haircut.”

Lando scoffed, showing him away. “Fuck off. Says you, mister swoop.”

Amelia pursed her lips and hid her smile behind her mug.

—

The gift shop was a small, cluttered oasis of weirdness and nostalgia tucked inside the hotel lobby. Amelia was scanning the shelves with practiced efficiency, eyes locked on the little jars of bath salts.

Lando and Oscar were already browsing the second aisle.

Lando held up a neon cowboy hat. “Mate, how can you say no to this?”

Oscar was inspecting a glittery, oversized keychain shaped like a slot machine. “It’s got lights and sounds. Look.” He pressed a button and the keychain erupted with flashing colours and a cacophony of jingles. “Jackpot! I’m rich.”

Amelia sighed, pushing her sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. “Guys, don’t start. I just want some bath stuff.”

Oscar grinned, undeterred. “But we’re just doing cultural research.”

Lando plopped the cowboy hat on his head sideways and attempted a drawl. “Y’all ready for the rodeo?”

Amelia gave him a flat look. “Great look, husband.”

Oscar laughed and reached for a novelty plastic cactus, pretending it was a microphone. “Welcome to the Las Vegas Gift Show! I’m your host, Cactus Carl.”

Lando, clearly in his element, grabbed a toy rattlesnake and slithered it along the floor toward Amelia’s feet. “Don’t step on the snake! It’s venomous.”

Amelia stepped back, raising an eyebrow, but a faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Right. Venomous and ridiculous.”

Finally, she found what she was looking for; a small, unassuming jar of lavender bath salts with a label promising relaxation. She grabbed it, turning to the boys.

“Alright, I’m done.”

Lando tilted his hat back and gave her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am. Mission accomplished.”

Oscar picked up another keychain. “Hey, look at this one! It’s a limited edition.”

Amelia sighed tiredly.

—

Less than an hour later, the hotel bathroom was filled with the soft scent of lavender from the bath salts Amelia had chosen. The water was just the right temperature, warm enough to ease the tension knotted deep in her shoulders but not scalding. She sank down slowly, letting the heat seep in, her fingers tracing the ripples on the surface.

Outside the bathroom door, Lando and Oscar sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the wall with laptops balanced on their knees. Their voices were low, careful not to break the fragile calm Amelia was clinging to.

“So, the long straight,” Oscar said quietly. “Telemetry showed some unusual brake pressure spikes on your last run.” He said to Lando.

Lando nodded, flicking through the data. “Yeah, I noticed that too. Maybe the surface temperature was throwing off the balance?”

Amelia sighed, eyes closed. “Probably. Felt off the whole session.” She added, only having to speak a little louder than usual to be heard through the ajar door.

Oscar glanced toward the door. “You want us to try something different for FP3?”

She let her fingers trail in the water, thoughtful. “Maybe adjust front brake bias… just a bit.”

Lando nodded. “I’ll write it down.”

There was a pause, the only sound the gentle dripping from the faucet. Amelia opened her eyes a crack. “Thanks for this.”

Oscar grinned. “You asked for company and telemetry. We deliver.”

Lando chuckled. “Yeah, we’ve got nowhere better to be, baby.”

She let herself smile, a quiet warmth spreading beyond the bathwater. In this little bubble of steam and soft voices, the chaos felt a little less relentless.

—

FP3 was more than just practice—it was a chance to claw back control after yesterday’s chaos, and Amelia was feeling the weight of it.

Oscar was in the car, revving the engine, while her headset buzzed with team chatter. The track was unforgiving today, hotter, more demanding, but Amelia’s eyes stayed locked on the timing screen. She flicked through sector times, braking points, tire temps—all the little details she’d been obsessing over for days.

Her gut still fluttered, nerves stubborn beneath the surface, but she pushed it aside. This wasn’t the place for doubts. She spoke into the comms, “brake bias -0.3 for the next run. Watch rear temps.”

Her radio crackled, Oscar’s voice clipped but focused. “Got it. Feels different already.”

She nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Keep the feedback coming.”

A few laps later, she caught a subtle improvement in the data—sector two times shaving off milliseconds. Not perfect, but progress. The day wasn’t going to beat her.

By the end of FP3, the sun was blazing, sweat damp on her brow. Amelia’s mind was a swirl of analysis, but beneath it all was something steadier—quiet confidence, the kind that comes after pushing through the noise.

When Oscar pulled into the pits, she let herself exhale. One step closer.

—

Qualifying came in the blink of an eye and Amelia’s eyes were glued to the screen, every pixel of telemetry, every split second on the sector times drilled into her mind.

Oscar’s car cut through the track, precise and aggressive, pushing the limits. Amelia’s fingers tapped lightly on the desk—not from nerves, but calculation, running through every variable in her head. She caught the slight twitch in the rear suspension, the tiny loss of rear grip in sector two. Adjustments would be needed. Not a disaster, but enough to make a difference.

Will was nearby, watching too, but Amelia barely noticed him.

Oscar crossed the line, a clean lap, but not quite the best. Amelia’s brow furrowed. “Sector three’s where he’s losing time. Let’s tweak the brake bias for the final run.”

Will leaned over, quiet but warm. “You think he’s got it?”

She didn’t look away from the screen. “I don't know. He needs the car to behave like it’s supposed to.”

The final moments stretched taut, then Oscar’s second run flashed up. Faster, cleaner. Still not enough to get out of Q1. Her jaw clenched. 

Fuck. 

—

[Twitter Feed – #protectamelia]

@/f1fanatic123:

just saw that vid of amelia having a full autistic meltdown in the hotel lobby in vegas last night… why don’t you weirdos shut the hell up and disappear into a hole and leave the fucking girl alone omfg

@/raceengineerlvr:

people spreading that clip with zero context? big yikes. amelia is freaking brilliant and deserves respect. stop the ableism.

@/landosupportr:

if anyone can handle this insane pressure it’s amelia. lando’s lucky af to have her, and honestly? so are we. back off.

@/keepitrealf1: autistic, blunt, iconic. amelia’s meltdown is just her being human—get over your toxic asses.

@/f1momlife: as a parent to a neurodivergent kiddo, this blatant ableism online is disgusting. show some empathy. #protectamelia

@/oscarp443:

oscar’s team isn’t complete without amelia. her meltdown shows how much she cares. toxic ‘fans’ need to check themselves

@/nocapf1:

y’all acting like sharing a meltdown is funny or weak. nahhhhhhhh, that’s ableism 101. have some respect or just stay offline ????

@/disabledandproud:

this is EXACTLY why autistic ppl get unfair hate. stop weaponising someone’s mental health moments for clicks. grow up.

@/f1_truthteller:

seeing the clips blow up and ppl twisting it into jokes? pure ableist nonsense. end of.

—

[Instagram – McLaren Official Story]

Video clip of Amelia working intently in the garage, captioned:

"Focused, fierce, and the backbone of the papaya team."

—

[Reddit – r/formula1]

Post Title:

“Can we talk about the video of Amelia Norris? The backlash is unreal and uncalled for.”

Top comment:

“It’s easy to forget these people are human. Amelia’s dedication is clear, and the meltdown just shows how much she gives. This fandom can be toxic. Let’s be better.”

—

Amelia sat rigid, fingers barely twitching on the edge of the conference table. The room felt too bright, too loud—like a spotlight had been slammed onto her without warning. She watched her dad pace. His voice was steady but tight, every word laced with frustration.

“How did we let this happen? The video should’ve been reported immediately.”

She caught Lando’s fists clenching behind her, his jaw set hard. He wasn’t shouting—he didn’t need to. The anger radiated off him like heat, a shield she wanted to lean into.

Oscar was quieter than usual, but his eyes, sharp and steady, burned with the same quiet fury.

They all thought they were defending her.

But inside Amelia, it felt like a thousand static whispers; people’s opinions buzzing at the edge of her brain, overwhelming and unrelenting. She wasn’t weak. She was tired. The energy it took to smile, to explain, to pretend like none of this was a breach of her life felt like a lead weight pressing down on her chest.

The PR team rambled about damage control and messaging, but Amelia barely heard them. Her thoughts slipped away from the room, spinning cold and sharp.

She looked up, met her dads expectant gaze.

Her voice was flat, stripped of any theatrics. “Yeah, it sucked having it put out there. But I’m not going to make a scene about it. I can handle it.”

They waited, as if that was supposed to be reassuring. She knew what they wanted: a show of vulnerability, maybe some anger.

Instead, she smiled inwardly.

She pulled her phone out, thumb hovering. Then, with a quiet kind of defiance, she pulled up a new tweet.

Autism affects 1 in 36 people. Awareness beats stigma.

Also, I married Lando Norris and you didn’t. Suck it.

[Link to autism awareness resource]

She hit send.

Lando’s laugh was the first sound to break the tension. Her dad let out a short, grudging chuckle. Oscar’s eyes flickered with something like pride.

—

[DTS Outtake Clip]

Will Buxton

“Yeah, so… that clip of Amelia, it really went viral, didn’t it? I’m sure she must have thought her weekend couldn’t get any tougher after that moment. But then Sunday came…”

—

Amelia caught Lando just before he stepped into the car. The hum of the track buzzed behind them, but for a beat, it was just them.

She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Good luck. Be safe. Drive fast.”

He smiled, eyes bright with that fierce fire she loved. “Always, baby.”

She turned and headed to the pit wall, heart steady but fierce — ready.

—

The roar of the crowd swallowed the pre-race tension whole as the lights blinked out, one by one. Oscar launched perfectly—an instinct honed from endless hours tracking telemetry and analysing every millisecond. He surged forward, slicing through the tight corners of the Las Vegas street circuit with brutal precision.

Amelia’s eyes locked on the screens, her fingers dancing over the buttons and dials at the pit wall. Every lap was a heartbeat, every split time a breath held. She was the calm centre for Oscar’s storm.

“Sector one clean, good pace,” she told him over the radio, voice even but focused.

“Copy. Tires feeling good,” came Oscar’s crisp reply.

She allowed herself a brief, tiny exhale. This was what she lived for, the rhythm of the race, the flow of strategy, the challenge.

But then, amid the relentless thrum of engines and tires gripping asphalt, the radio sparked. A sudden crackle, then Lando’s voice—strained, quick.

“Car’s sliding—shit—oh fucking—”

The pit wall fell silent except for the crackling radio. Amelia’s chest tightened. The word ‘crash’ hovered unspoken but undeniable in the space between sounds.

Her fingers froze. Her eyes darted to the live feed on the screen; Lando’s McLaren spinning wildly, slamming into the barriers.

Time fractured.

The noise dimmed, the crowd’s roar now a distant wave crashing against the edges of her mind.

“Lando’s out,” the comms guy said quietly beside her. “Full safety car. Medical car dispatched.”

She blinked rapidly, trying to swallow the sudden lump forming in her throat. Breathe. Focus.

She had to focus.

Oscar was still out there, still racing.

She shook her head slightly as if clearing fog. “Oscar, you’re clear. Keep the pace, watch brake temps—”

“I’m ok.” Lando reported, but his voice was tight — like he’d been winded.

Amelia’s voice cracked, and she hated herself for it. Hated how much it betrayed her insides.

Oscar’s voice came steady, but she could hear the surprise, the tension. “Shit. That was Lando?”

“Yeah,” she said before she could stop herself. “He’s… he’s climbing out of the car. He’s okay.”

She stole a glance at the live feed showing Lando being helped out, walking with a medic, shaking his head like he was fine. But she knew—knew the physical toll, the adrenaline masking the pain, the shock that would hit later.

She frantically grabbed for her golf ball — she always kept it beneath the monitors, and squeezed it. Grounding herself.

“Focus on the race, ducky. I’m here. We’ve got this.”

Oscar’s voice softened, “You sure?”

She swallowed hard again. “I’m sure.”

Every lap was a razor’s edge now. Amelia ran through data, strategic calls, tire management; but her mind kept drifting back to that crash, to Lando’s face on the screen, the unspoken “what if.”

The pit lane buzzed, the crew working, the team breathing with her through Oscar’s race, but she was somewhere else too.

She bit back a dry sob and pressed on. “Sector two clean. Let’s push on the next lap. You can get Sainz.”

Oscar’s voice returned with renewed fire. “Copy. Let’s make it count.”

She nodded, though no one could see.

And yet.

There was the ache.

The race carried on, unforgiving.

—

The monitor in front of her flickered with telemetry, lap times, sector splits—Oscar’s heartbeat in digital form. She had to be here. Had to be present.

Her fingers danced a quiet rhythm on the edge of the pit-wall console—a practiced stim to keep the rising panic locked behind a steel door in her mind. The world had already cracked around her today.

“Sector three’s slower by two tenths, watch the tyre temps,” she said, voice clipped, tight. Her gaze never left the screen, even as the chaos inside her threatened to seep out. The noise outside, the shouted team radio chatter, the flashing pit boards, it all blurred into one sharp focus: Oscar.

The world had been unpredictable all weekend. The unexpected video circulating. The judgment from people who didn’t know. Lando spinning out and hitting the wall. But here, in this moment, Amelia was the engineer, the strategist. The calm in the storm.

She clenched the golf ball in her palm, fingers twisting the soft silicone shapes until the ridges bit into her skin just enough to bring her back. The tears she hadn’t let herself shed yet pooled behind her eyes, but she swallowed them down. Not now. Not now.

Her radio crackled to life, “Oscar, focus on exit at turn seven, keep it smooth; tyres need managing.”

And then, after what felt like a lifetime of silence, she sensed him before she saw him. A warmth settling over her. Lando, standing just behind her, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder. No words.

His arms wound around her waist and he squeezed. Tight and warm and perfect.

The sharp edge of panic softened in that quiet pressure. It was like a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding for hours finally escaped. The knot in her chest loosened.

She kept her eyes on the screen, voice steady but softer now, “Push on the next lap, Oscar. You’ve got this.”

The relief didn’t break her focus. Instead, it sharpened it, gave her the strength to keep Oscar moving forward through the pack.

But just for one brief moment, the whole world faded away, leaving just the hum of the race, the steady pulse of the monitor, and the quiet heartbeat pressing against her back.

—

Amelia sat at the small kitchen table, absently stirring her coffee, her mind half on the morning briefing notes she’d reviewed earlier.

She wasn’t in the mood to think much, really. Too many things buzzing in her head—the weekend, the viral video fallout, the constant undercurrent of stress that never quite left her.

Then, for no particular reason, her hand drifted to her phone, and she opened the calendar app. That’s when it hit her. 

The date she’d been quietly expecting had come and gone.

No sign.

A slow, quiet realisation settled in her gut. She hadn’t missed a period in years. 

She blinked, staring at the screen. No big dramatic wave of panic. No sudden flood of excitement either. Just… a plain, blunt acknowledgment.

Oh.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself quietly, voice flat but certain. “Should probably tell Lando.”

She stood and walked to the living room, pulling out her phone again.

iMessage — 13:03pm

Amelia (Wifey 4 lifey)

My period is 3 weeks late.

--

She slid the phone onto the table, fingers lingering on the edge for a moment. Missing a period wasn’t a crisis, just a mildly inconvenient fact.

She glanced out the window at the bustling street below. Monaco was doing its usual thing, people rushing, cars honking, life barreling forward.

Amelia took another sip of coffee and muttered under her breath, “Well, that’s new.”

Then, with all the casual decisiveness of someone deciding what to have for lunch, she shoved the thought aside and got back to work.

NEXT CHAPTER

[heyitspapayaontop]

It's in our Blood.

Based on this ask <3

Spa-Francorchamps, 2042.

Clouds rolled over the Belgian circuit, the kind of moody sky that had seen generations of legends rise and fall. And now, it was her turn.

“Alright, kiddo. Helmet. Now.” Max’s voice cut through the controlled chaos of the garage like it always had—firm, a little sharp, but laced with something unfamiliar. Worry.

Y/N Verstappen—seventeen, fiery, and stubborn like both her parents—shot her dad a grin that was way too calm for someone about to start her very first Formula 1 Grand Prix.

Kelly Piquet stood beside them, arms crossed but smiling proudly, while Penelope—who was a model like her mother. She smiled, watching her baby sister fawn over her own pink helmet.

“Max,” Kelly said softly, nudging him, “breathe. You’re not the one getting in the car.”

He ran a hand through his slightly graying hair, muttering something about she's gonna get shoved or they'll drive her off the track.

In the garage, engineers buzzed around, the noise a familiar song. But for Max, nothing about today felt normal.

His little girl, —who used to zoom around the paddock in her tiny kart suit, who once called the pit lane “the zoomy hallway”—was now sitting in a real F1 car. Her car. Not his anymore. Number 33. And she looked terrifyingly at home.

“Dad.” Her voice cut through his thoughts.

He turned, and she was looking up at him from the cockpit, visor still up, eyes bright.

“I’ve got this.”

And God, she did. She always had. Max nodded, stepping forward and placing a hand on her helmet.

“I know you do. Just… be smart. Keep your elbows in. And if anyone gets too close in Turn 1—”

“—I’ll handle it.” She smirked. “Just like you taught me.”

As the mechanics rolled her out onto the grid, Max stayed rooted at the front of the garage, arms crossed, jaw tight. The second the lights went out, he was pacing. Muttering. Gripping the back of Kelly’s chair like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Oh my God, she went for the outside line—Y/N, no—”

“She made it stick,” Penelope grinned, not even pretending to hide how impressed she was. “Iconic behavior.”

Laps ticked by. Raindrops flirted with the edge of the track, and strategy became a game of roulette. But Y/N held her own. Smooth. Aggressive. Confident.

With three laps to go, she was battling for a podium. Max looked like he might combust.

Finally he groaned and looked at Kelly and Penelope, “Why are you two so calm!?”

“Love, we've been watching you race for ages. This is no different.” Kelly murmured, half amused, half exasperated.

Max didn’t answer. He was too busy staring at the screen, eyes flicking between sector times, tire data, and the tiniest GPS dot that was his daughter.

Final lap. Turn 18. She held off a last-second lunge from the reigning champ and crossed the line P3.

The garage erupted.

Max? He just stood there. Completely still.

Then: a grin broke across his face. Wide. Unbelieving. Proud.

When Y/N pulled into parc fermé, jumped out of the car, and ripped off her helmet, she was already beaming. The cheers were deafening, but she only looked for one face.

And Max was already running.

He crushed her in a hug the second she made it past the fence, lifting her off the ground like she was five again and had just won her first karting trophy.

“You were amazing,” he said, breathless. “I’m so—”

“—Told you I had it,” she teased.

Penelope got the moment on video: Max and Y/N, forehead to forehead, Kelly clapping through happy tears, the whole team around them. A new Verstappen on the podium, and a father finally understanding what it meant to watch your heart race around a track.

History repeated. But better.

This time, Max wasn’t the future of Formula 1.

Y/N was.

A/N: TYSM to @russellbby for requesting this! it was super fun to write!!!

[moviestarmartini]

trátame suavemente. — franco colapinto x gf!reader

no quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas / ni contemplarlas sabiamente / quiero que me trates suavemente.

summary: reuniting after spending months apart and having recently recovered from a fight feels bittersweet. however, you have to push all your feelings aside at the end of the weekend to treat your boyfriend softly. 

wc: 2.3k 

warnings: established relationship, hispanic!reader, sentences in spanish, bit of angst, long distance relationship mention, takes place after the são paulo gp, nsfw (18+ mdni), p in v, bathroom sex, oral (m!receiving), lowk edging, whiny!franco, sub!franco if you squint, unprotected sex (get on your pills or shots or SOMETHING don’t raw it), creampie, soft sex and ambiance overall. 

A/N: based on this request ! and yess, franco with soda stereo again hehe. please listen to the el último concierto (remastered) version of this song when reading, it's a whole different vibe than the og !! mil besitos as always and feedback is appreciated

now playing... trátame suavemente by soda stereo

“Vení.” 

Come here. Franco’s voice echoed the minute he noticed your hesitant footsteps filling up the once empty silence. 

You leaned against the bathroom door frame, head leaned to the side. The lights were dimmed— proper of a fancy hotel, where else would you be able to adjust the lighting anyway?— He soaked in the steamy water clouded with the relaxing bath salts, trying to find some relief in what had been his worst weekend yet. Both on and off the track. 

“Hi.” You greeted softly with a tiny wave of your hand before it retreated back to its post across your chest. 

“Sabés que no muerdo a menos que me lo pidas.” He sat up, back straightening. Humor was a natural addition to his words, even when he was at his lowest. It never seemed to impress you, and it was something you could sometimes hate. 

The scene was still vivid and bright behind your eyelids. Counting down the days for him to come home, getting the call he was in fact going to take longer— because he’d made it. He’d made it to Formula One. Your heart sped up when reliving the memory, unaware of how difficult it was going to be from then on. 

Your relationship wasn’t exactly public, something you’d chosen yourself in case occasions like these arose. Then you’ve come to realize it gave him a certain freedom, the one that allowed him to flirt openly with interviewers and not face repercussions to his public image. 

Behind closed doors, it was another story. 

You tried. With your whole chest, you tried to not complain to him directly. It was his personality, the way he’d pulled you in from day one. One day, you just couldn’t. His absence was palpable, and after a week or so without any communication he’d texted to sulk about his mediocre results during the Mexican Grand Prix, having the fast lap taken away from him. 

You couldn’t hold it in. From the fact he was inconsistent in the relationship that had you suffering through a rollercoaster of emotions, to his absence digitally and the lack of interest in your doings. He’d barely have the time to check in with you, not about you. 

The calls were frantic, tears were shed, and he promised to be more present. The fight was left in a stalemate, and you cursed yourself when the flight reminder popped on your notifications. You couldn’t help but wait another week to see him? 

The same word with four letters that broke the silence moments ago was texted by him that same day, and you couldn’t hold a grudge even if you wanted to. You were never truly mad at him, you just missed him. So much so it ached in your bones, both set your heart ablaze and cooled it at the same time. 

Painful could only begin to describe it. 

Your worries were pushed away once you clarified everything, after the Saturday session was canceled and all you had on your shared agenda was cuddle up in the hotel room, quiet promises being made. After all the grief he had to withstand in the midst of this storm— literally— the last thing in your priorities was to stay on your own petty agenda. 

At his request to be closer, you sat at the closed lid of the toilet, unable to take your eyes off of him. 

“You’re too far away.” His insistence only furthered, eliciting a quiet laugh out of your lips. Without further ado, you stood up, stripping off the simple lounging set and folding it aside before sinking opposite to him on the warm water, growing cold with each passing moment now that the faucet was off. 

“What is it?” You blinked, head leaned to the side. Franco looked at you profoundly, and you wondered if he had something he was trying to figure out about you. 

“I missed you so much.” 

The words hung in the steamy air while you processed them, your bottom lip puckering out while a mixture of emotions washed over you. A part of you didn’t believe him, while the other ached for those words, even if it wasn’t the first time he said them during the weekend. 

“Really?” You wondered out loud, not caring that the water could spill out of the tub while you carefully moved to rest by his side, an arm wrapped around you. 

“Yeah.” He insisted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m exhausted now. This was supposed to be such a good weekend… by the red flag all I wanted to do was lay my head on your tits for hours.” 

“Baboso,” You splashed him with water, both of your laughs echoing in the room, the acoustics amplifying the sound. 

“I missed you too, by the way.” You spoke up after a while of silence, the shapeless shapes he drew on your skin with his index finger lulling your heart to a lower rate. 

“Por si no era obvio.” You added soon after, your laugh making your heart skip a beat. You didn’t feel like your claims from just a week and a few days ago were irrational, and you stood by them. He also did, acknowledging his lack of care. 

But you were there, by his side. When he most needed it. And you wouldn’t change that for anything in the entire world. 

Instead of getting an answer with words, you felt his fingers tenderly cupping your chin, guiding your gaze to his in order to receive his lips in yours warmly. 

Careful and complex. His lips moved with calculation, and a sigh inevitably left yours. This is what your body ached, what made the desperately cold layer dissolve off your heart and set it fully ablaze under his careful affections. 

You moved to straddle his hips, arms wrapped around his neck. You could’ve sworn you heard a whine while he straightened up, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. 

Desperate and desirable. The kiss transitioned to match the steam in the room, his hands unable to find a place to stay put in, instead just roaming the soaked inches of skin he could get a hold off. 

“Me hizo muchísima falta tenerte así,” Franco let out in a pant, eager fingertips delving into the plush skin of your ass. Now it was your turn to answer with an action, leaning in to kiss down his neck, carefully placing affections on the prominent scar knowing it made him squirm. 

“Ay amor…” He let out a groan, unable to resist when your chest pressed against his torso. 

“¿Qué pasa?” You questioned quietly, fluttering your lashes up at him. You took his physical queues and understood them almost immediately. He couldn’t help but lean into his touch, shaky breath leaving his lips with each grazing of your fingers. 

You noticed how he swallowed hard, just shaking his head to signify nothing was going on— nothing was inherently wrong. 

“Sit up here.” You instructed quietly, patting the tiled edge before the tub began, seemingly used for people to sit and dry themselves. This once, you two were definitely not going to use it for that. 

He followed the command obediently, watchful eyes following your movements while you positioned yourself between his legs. 

“You’ve had such a rough week…” Your voice was hypnotizing, in the same way your hand stroking his length was. “Let me take care of you, mkay?” 

The words he planned on letting out found themselves choked back when you deposited a kiss on the skin edging between his inner and outer thigh. He melted into his spot almost literally, manspreading to give you more access to leave the warm affections that brought goosebumps to his skin. 

You batted your eyelashes innocently up at him while your flat tongue licked the underside of his hard cock, green eyes hyper-focused on your lips wrapping on the flushed tip. 

“Fuck…” He managed to groan out, his right hand reaching to clutch your hair while the other held onto the ceramic, preparing himself for what he’d been desiring for what felt to be years, when in fact it had only been a short couple months. 

You knew how to treat him, how to push his buttons just right without exceeding into a rougher context. All you wanted was for him to relax, at least for now. That didn’t mean you didn’t put in the effort, your hand encompassed what your mouth couldn’t take even when it almost hit the back of your throat.

“Que linda te ves con la boquita llena,” He caressed your cheek tenderly while you took a breather, his hips jerking upwards ever so slightly to thrust into your hand.

“Hm just for you,” You winked in agreement to the compliment before wrapping your lips around the now leaking tip, humming at the taste of the precum on your tongue and inevitably down your throat. 

“Así, así,” Franco whined the minute you started bobbing your head up and down his length with precision and speed. He threw his head back, allowing the moans to leave his mouth freely, mixing in a dangerous cocktail with his heavy breaths. 

The moment was perfect. You knew Franco was getting lost in it, nearing the edge with each desperate jerk of his hips matching up to your nose grazing his lower abdomen. He could still feel the warm water, but nothing could compare with the sensation of your throat. 

Unless… 

“Pará, pará,” He breathed out, his tone high pitched, containing himself into not bursting out the seams right then and there. 

“¿Qué pasó mi rey? Did I do something wrong?” You pulled away visibly concerned, straightening up still on your knees. 

His response was a weak shake of his head, chest rising up and down. He still rested his back against the tiled wall, regaining his composure. Your eyes traced every inch of his skin, every mole and freckle, subconsciously licking your lips. His laugh snapped you out of your shamelessly perverted ravaging, and you looked up at him with a smile. 

“Te amo tanto.” He muttered, leaning in to close the gap between your mouths halfway. Even if seconds ago you were wondering why on earth he would edge himself, the kiss told you everything you needed, adding to the support his hands gave you to get on your feet and sit on his lap. 

His lips parted from yours only to give soft kisses to your cheek and jaw, traveling the marvelous road down your neck. Your moans were soft, beginning to ease into it when a curious hand parted your legs open. 

“Fran…” You breathed you, your hand reaching to caress the hair falling near his nape; it was longer than usual, he needed a trim— you noted mentally, reminding to comment on it later. 

“Let me feel you,” He whispered against your skin, the action forming goosebumps on the area. “Estás tan mojadita; porfa.” 

He didn’t need to beg twice, your back already pulled away from his chest, shifting around in his lap and raising your hips a little in order to sink down his length, your sighs of relief harmonizing. 

“I missed this so much,” You noticed you had rendered him almost incoherent from the way he could barely formulate the words between heavy breaths and moans, a battle to keep his eyes open to watch your figure as you bounced on his hard cock. 

“Ay ese culito…” He groaned, the sound of a smack bouncing on the walls before it remixed with your yelp, but it only encouraged to move faster, wanting to give him the show he deserved. 

Franco didn’t allow himself to get lost in the mesmerizing movement of your body, instead pulling you back to be as close to him as humanly possible, his hand cupping your chin to almost drag your face near his. 

The kiss was sloppy from his part, the grinding of your hips was sharp in comparison, and he couldn’t focus. Your wet skin against his, the noises you started making the moment he started toying with that sweet spot. 

“Amor,” He couldn’t help but call your attention, ripping his lips off of yours in order to speak. You noticed the way his brows furrowed— and how could you not? he was always so expressive— his bottom lip puckering out while he tried to make out the following words. 

But he didn’t need to. 

“Yes,” You nodded, feeling your own orgasm approach quickly. From the moment you stripped and dipped in the water you knew you weren’t going to last long in whatever activity you might engage, and you were okay with that. 

“¿Si?” Franco whined, his lashes fluttering while his eyes fell shut before he could hide his face in the crook of his neck. 

“Si. Cum inside.” You confirmed, feeling his lips press against your shoulder blade before the conjoined noises filled up the room, the hand that occupied the space between your legs failing in its constant rhythm, while the other dug into the doughy merge your hips and upper thighs conformed. 

You let your eyes close while the wave of pleasure washed over you, chests rising up and down rhythmically. It felt like you had just floated down from the sky, settling down into the reality of the position— a bit insane, to say the least— you found yourselves in, guided by the pure lust and yearning of each other after the sudden separation. 

“All good over there?” You laughed softly, receiving a small ‘eh’ in a high pitched tone. It took Franco another moment before he raised his face, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your jaw before his arms wrapped around your midriff and into a tight hug. 

“Con vos? Todo perfecto.”  

[high-five0]

•FIC MASTERLIST•

So this is basically every fic I’ve reblogged so I can access them and see them organized! (Also kind of a fic recommendation post) If there’s any recommendations of what I should read please let me know!

Most of these fics will be platonic!

-Formula One-

•Platonic Grid•

“Martins Grid walk” -taking over the grid walk is not for the faint of heart

“Slow Down, Red Flag” -what the reader does when the racing comes to a stop

“Pure Chaos 2, 3” - amazing multi part smau

“Caffeine of Choice” -a few drivers don’t get your choice of energy

“Golden (Son)” -Prema driver with OP81 as a grid dad

“Early Risers V. Night Owls” -some just don’t understand the morning grumpies

“Line Up” -Pole position equals pissy fans

“Dear Spa” -the Belgium track takes another (read for a good cry)

“Reality” -the cameras not capture everything

“Grill the Kid” “Grill the Grid” -two fics based on the quiz show

“Annoying little brothers” -self explanatory

“Grid Kids”

“Monopoly”

•MV1💙•

“Block Out the Haters” -Max defends his teammate

•CL16❤️•

“Don’t get Squeezed” -Charles little sisters position at the Chinese GP has her worried

•CS55❤️•

“Human Shield”-podium celebrations can get messy very quickly

“You don’t like spicy food?”-trying to play mermaids with chili

•DR3🩶•

“Be your Wingman” -a little crush on a sky sport reporter has someone being a tease

•SV5💚•

“Films of Anger” -Racing incident has too childhood friends explode at eachother (very brocedes core)

“Learning how to Drive” -she can driver at over 200 mph but not on a normal road

•KR7❤️•

“Very Sleepy One Bed” -long races and sharing hotel rooms

“Future world Champ” -a talk with Kimi and Seb about the new driver

“Giddy Goodbyes” -ending the season can be sad but a helmet swap can make it a little better

•LS2🩵•

“Team USA”-Logan supports his girl competing as an Olympic surfer SMAU

“Rookie Reflections” -Logan befriends the new rookie (first f1 fic I’ve ever read)

•OP81🧡•

“Rewatching love” -a group of old Prema drivers watch their old f2 videos

•LH44🖤•

“Driver Headcannons”

•PA17🤍•

“Crash Into Me” -enemies to lovers with the one bed trope what’s not to love?

-Women’s Basketball-

•PB5•

“Courtside”- “what are you doing here? I thought you had to study”

“Teammate Headcannons”

“Sleepyhead”

•KA2•

“Dating Headcannons”

•KM20•

“While we’re young” -the aces play the liberty and 2 lovers are joined together

“I wanna listen to the sound of you breathing” -just 5 more minutes

-FC Barcelona-

•Braça Femeni•

“Head in the Clouds”

“Scrubber” -la Roja debute”

“First” -Scoring your first club goal

“Priorities” -being late to practice opens up a new can of worms

“Numb” -nobody likes a rough game

•ML4•

“Protection” -injury on the field

•JF11•

“Joao with a formula 1 driver”

-Call of Duty-

•Task Force 141•

“Ain’t that a kick in the head” -just some Headcannons of new recruit

“One hell of a first mission” -your first mission goes sideways

“Migraines”

•Ghost•

“Right Behind you” -Ghost wants to keep his distance but can’t (first cod fic I’ve ever read)

“Headcannons”

“A Bedtime Story” -it’s not your fault ghost has a soothing voice

“Like Riding a Bike” -ghost finds out you never learned to ride a bike

“Picture Perfect” -snoring on the plane home

“Rodan”

-Top Gun-

•Dagger Squad•

“Friendship Bracelets”-making brackets for your squad

“Rookie” - not everyone a fan of the new recruit

•Rooster•

“Personal Space” -you like your personal space, a certain aviator likes it too

•Iceman•

“Blood in the Water” -a crash scares everyone

-MCU-

•Deadpool and Wolverine•

“Two pease in a pod”

“Troublemaker” -Wolverine seems to be there for you more times than anyone else

“The Spiderling”

“Oscar Worthy Performance”- the cops cannot be called, so you find one man to vouch for you

•Moonkight•

“Recruitment gone right?” -the avengers sent you to recruit a mercenary

•Daredevil•

“They’re Gonna Taste my Venom”- Venom and his host stumble upon a lawyer

•Spider-Man(s)”

“Art with Hands”- Hobie is the best sign language teacher

-Star Wars-

•The Clone Wars•

•Fives•

“Smugglers” -stealing treats from another commander

“Food Fight”

•104th Battalion•

“Cuddling the 104”

“Mama Wolffe” -Wolffe was grump and unnerving… to most

•Delta Squad•

“Headcannons”

•The Mandolorian•

“Come and Get Me” -Din will always come back for you

-The Last of Us-

“So Far From It”-you get into some trouble but know exactly who to call

“Carved Over the Door” - Joel finally figures out your secret

“The Tunnel” -not a very good get away driver

-Na’vi-

“Angry Spirit” -doing anything for your siblings

•Neteyaem•

“Golden Child” -A battle for the paise of your parents

“And your Brother is Here”

-Random-

•Arcane•

“Stumbled Upon” -Silco stumbled upon one of Vanders Kids

•The Hunger Games•

“Swear” - Finnick helps the new victor

[lunaavaa]

Best Logistics Fleet Management Software

In the rapidly evolving world of logistics, effective fleet management is the key to success.

 Whether you oversee a fleet of trucks, delivery trucks, or a combination of vehicles, having the right logistics fleet management software can be a game changer. These software solutions are designed to streamline operations, reduce costs and improve overall efficiency. In this article, we'll explore some of the best logistics fleet management software options available, each offering unique features to help businesses navigate the path to efficiency.

1. Geotab: 

Geotab is a comprehensive fleet management software known for its real-time tracking, route optimization, and maintenance tracking. It's a versatile solution suitable for fleets of all sizes.

2. Samsara: 

Samsara offers a robust fleet management platform with features like real-time GPS tracking, driver safety monitoring, and vehicle diagnostics.

 It's a favorite among businesses looking to enhance safety and compliance.

3. Teletrac Navman: 

Teletrac Navman provides fleet management software focused on real-time tracking, compliance and driver behavior monitoring.

 This is the preferred choice for companies looking to improve driver performance and reduce fuel costs.

4. Fleet Complete: 

Fleet Complete offers a comprehensive suite of fleet management tools, including GPS tracking, dispatching and asset management. It is highly adaptable and can cater to different industries.

5. KeepTruckin: 

KeepTruckin is known for its user-friendly fleet management software. It offers features like electronic logging, IFTA reporting, and vehicle inspections, making it a great choice for small to medium fleets.

6. Verizon Connect: 

Verizon Connect provides GPS fleet tracking software focused on route optimization, fuel management and field service automation. It is ideal for businesses looking to reduce costs and increase productivity.

7. Route4Me: 

Route4Me offers advanced route optimization software, perfect for last-mile delivery operations. It offers real-time tracking, geolocation, and route planning capabilities, making it an essential tool for businesses delivering  to customers.

8. WorkWave Route Manager: 

WorkWave Route Manager is a cloud-based fleet management solution designed for mobile workforces. It offers route optimization, GPS tracking, and reporting, making it an ideal choice for delivery businesses.

Selecting the right logistics fleet management software is crucial for businesses seeking to stay competitive and efficient in the logistics industry. These software solutions cater to a wide range of needs, from real-time tracking and route optimization to driver safety and compliance.

As the logistics landscape continues to evolve, having the best fleet management software can put your business on the path to success.

[noqu24]

Revolutionize Workforce Management with Powerful HR Attendance Software & Employee Tracking App for PC and Field Teams

Noqu’s cutting-edge time and attendance system is engineered to simplify and streamline HR operations — whether your team works in the office, remotely, or in the field. Designed with innovation and real-time accuracy, Noqu empowers businesses with a feature-rich HR attendance software that works seamlessly on PCs, mobile devices, and across locations.

One of the standout tools in Noqu’s suite is the employee attendance app for PC, which enables centralized monitoring of attendance, punctuality, and working hours with real-time syncing. This eliminates manual tracking and human error, ensuring compliance and boosting productivity. The intuitive dashboard offers deep analytics and insightful reports, enabling managers and HR teams to make informed decisions swiftly.

For teams on the move, Noqu offers a reliable field employee tracking app, allowing managers to monitor location, check-ins, and job progress — all from a single dashboard. This powerful tool enhances accountability, reduces downtime, and ensures better service delivery from remote teams. The Noqu HR management software integrates leave management, shift planning, payroll-ready reports, and performance tracking — all under one roof.

Why choose Noqu? 

Unlike generic attendance solutions, Noqu is tailored for dynamic business environments. With cloud-based architecture, biometric integrations, real-time GPS tracking, and multi-device compatibility, it transforms traditional HR practices into smart digital workflows. Whether you're managing a small team or a growing enterprise, Noqu’s HR attendance software scales effortlessly with your needs.

How does it help your business? 

It reduces absenteeism, simplifies compliance, and enhances team accountability. You get detailed insights into working patterns, manage exceptions proactively, and ultimately foster a culture of punctuality and performance.

If you're looking for a time and attendance system that’s not just robust but also agile, intelligent, and user-friendly — Noqu is your go-to solution. Experience the future of HR automation with Noqu and take control of your workforce like never before.

Explore more at NoQu and schedule a demo today!

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Food Delivery App Development Company

Looking for a reliable food delivery app development company? Associative, a top software company in Pune, India, builds high-performance Android & iOS food delivery apps tailored to your business needs.

In the rapidly growing digital world, the food industry has undergone a massive transformation. Consumers today prefer convenience and speed — and that's exactly what a robust food delivery app offers. If you're a restaurant, food startup, or aggregator looking to expand digitally, partnering with a food delivery app development company like Associative can take your business to the next level.

🔶 Why Choose Associative for Your Food Delivery App?

At Associative, we specialize in crafting custom-built, scalable, and feature-rich food delivery mobile applications tailored to meet the unique needs of your business. Whether you're aiming to launch a local delivery app or a full-scale aggregator platform like Zomato or Swiggy, our development team ensures that your app delivers speed, security, and seamless user experience.

🔧 Key Features of Our Food Delivery Apps:

User-Friendly Interface (For Customers, Delivery Agents, and Admins)

Live Order Tracking with GPS Integration

Secure Online Payments (UPI, Wallets, Cards, COD)

Real-Time Notifications (SMS, Email, Push)

In-App Chat Support

Loyalty Programs and Promo Codes

Ratings, Reviews, and Feedback System

Robust Admin Dashboard for Management

📱 Android & iOS App Development Expertise

Our team has hands-on experience building cross-platform food delivery apps using technologies like Flutter, React Native, Kotlin, and Swift. Whether you need a native or hybrid app, we ensure performance and reliability across all devices.

🖥️ Full-Stack Support

Associative provides end-to-end food delivery solutions – from app design and development to backend management and cloud deployment. Our technology stack includes:

Frontend: React.js, Flutter, SwiftUI

Backend: Node.js, Laravel, PHP, Express.js

Database: MySQL, MongoDB, PostgreSQL

Cloud: AWS, Google Cloud Platform

Blockchain (Optional): Web3 integrations for payment or loyalty points

💼 Why Associative?

🏢 Based in Pune, India with a global client base

✅ 100% custom solutions – no cookie-cutter templates

🔒 Secure coding practices and scalable architecture

🎯 Agile development with timely delivery

📊 Post-launch support and digital marketing expertise

🌍 Industries We Serve

Apart from food delivery, we have worked across various domains including:

E-commerce & Retail

Healthcare & Medicine Delivery

Logistics & Fleet Management

EdTech & LMS

Gaming & Blockchain

📞 Let’s Build Your Food Delivery App Today

If you're searching for a trusted food delivery app development company, Associative is your go-to partner. From idea to execution, we bring your vision to life with the right mix of design, development, and strategy.

[davidrian123]

How Technology Is Transforming Medical Waste Disposal Practices?

It is not that healthcare is receiving its digital makeover alone during this age of automation and AI; medical waste disposal Boynton Beach and beyond are undergoing an unseen revolution of their own. Once limited to primitive incineration or very expensive outsourcing, medical waste management is now seeing the emergence of a whole range of smart technologies, real-time tracking, and sustainable innovations.

This change is one for public health, environment safety, and regulatory compliance, not just mere convenience or cost-efficiency. In areas like Boynton Beach, where medical facilities cater to an aging generation with expanding demand for healthcare, waste disposal modernization becomes something that must be done and not a matter for choice.

Let's see how technologies are giving a new definition to medical waste disposal and what is in store for clinics, hospitals, and waste handlers.

The Traditional Problem: Inefficiency and Risk

Historically, it has been a logistics nightmare for medical waste disposal. Facilities mostly dealt with manual sorting, overfilled storage bins, which after sporadic pickups, created greater havoc. Those hazardous and ill-advised processes crisscrossed various levels of risks:

Cross-contamination: Improper segregation of hazardous and non-hazardous waste could instigate infection risks.

Environmental harm: Incinerating waste without pollution control is catastrophic for air pollution and carbon emissions.

Regulatory penalties: Failure to record, label, and store waste appropriately may bring severe penalties.

The biggest issue: it was reactive rather than preventive. That was when technology entered and made all the difference.

1. Smart Waste Tracking Systems

Traceability has become the mainstay of waste management. Modern technology offers the opportunity to scrutiny each disposal step by healthcare professionals-from generating waste to treating it.

Key Developments:

RFID and Barcode Tracking: Containers are tagged and scanned at every stage, providing real-time visibility and minimizing human error.

Cloud-Based Reporting: Facilities can generate detailed compliance reports at the click of a button, streamlining audits and inspections.

Mobile Monitoring: Using GPS-enabled apps, the drivers and waste handlers log pickup times, weights, and safety checks.

In fast-growing healthcare infrastructure cities such as in medical waste disposal Boynton Beach, traceability ensures compliance with laws as well as public confidence.

2. Automated Waste Segregation

Traditionally, sorting of medical waste has been one of the most error-prone stages. Today, this process has become the target for automation through:

AI-Powered Sorting Machines: Using machine learning and image recognition, these machines distinguish biohazard waste, sharps, pharmaceutical waste and general waste at better accuracy and speed.

Smart Bins with Sensors: They detect the type of waste deposited and alert staff when full or when the wrong items are deposited.

The above innovations greatly reduce exposure of humans to hazardous materials and provide better quality of downstream processing.

3. On-Site Treatment Technologies

Very increasingly, more healthcare facilities are now offering on-site treatment options employing clean technologies such as:

Autoclave Systems: The sterilization of infectious waste is very clean when done with high-pressure steam, limiting the need to incinerate.

Microwave Treatment: This green method uses microwave energy to remove pathogens while creating zero harmful emissions.

Ozone Disinfection Units: Advanced systems allow ozone to sterilize naturally without producing any kind of secondary waste.

Such treatment on-site benefits facilities in Boynton Beach and beyond in reducing transportation cost and emission while possessing better control of their waste volumes.

4. IoT-Enabled Waste Collection

The Internet of Things (IoT) is transforming the entire necessary collection process by imbuing containers, vehicles, and logistics with intelligence.

Some Key Benefits:

Smart Containers: Fitted with fill-level sensors, these bins notify disposal services when they are good to get picked, thus dispensing with unnecessary collections.

Route Optimization Software: Based on real-time data, haulers are able to select the most fuel-efficient and timely pickup routes.

Predictive Maintenance: Waste treatment machinery is fitted with sensors that detect faults before they lead to downtime.

For medical waste disposal Boynton Beach, these solutions guarantee that waste is disposed of not just safely but efficiently—an important aspect in nicely populated or resource-constrained areas.

5. Digital Compliance & Reporting Tools

Paperwork has always been one of the heaviest burdens on healthcare providers. This is fast becoming a thing of the past with the advent of digital compliance tools.

Automated Audit Logs: Actions performed on data―collection, treatment, disposal―are logged and timestamped.

Secure Document Storage: Records are encrypted and indexed so they can be searched anytime and from any device.

Real-Time Alerts: The relevant stakeholders receive instant alerts whenever something is amiss, such as a missed pickup or incorrectly filed item.

Time gets saved through digitization, but it equally minimizes the risk of non-compliance, organizations facing lawsuits, or receiving government penalties.

6. Sustainable Waste Innovations

In the dimension of sustainability, technology has emerged as a major actor, with new technologies ushering healthcare organizations into a new era of reduction, reuse, and recycling.

Material Recovery Systems: Certain plastics and metals can now be safely recovered from medical waste streams for reuse.

Compostable PPE and Packaging: Emerging products allow hospitals to swap out single-use plastics for biodegradable alternatives.

Carbon Emission Tracking: Facilities can measure their environmental impact and adjust operations accordingly.

For ecosystems on the coast in vulnerable ecosystems like Boynton Beach, those innovations help healthcare systems contribute to the environment.

Final Thoughts

The application of modern technologies is transforming, not just refurbishing, the ways of medical waste disposal. Once-threatening methods have been replaced with automation, smart tracking, IoT, and green disposal systems. And health needs continue to grow; hence, in developing areas like medical waste disposal Boynton Beach, these could not have arrived on time.

For the management, waste handlers, and healthcare professionals, the message is clear: in the future, waste disposal will no longer be about just getting rid of what serves no use anymore; rather, it will involve proper management with intelligence, safety, and sustainability at its core.

If you want to know more about Medical Waste and its Services, kindly read our next blog in this series “Building a Sustainable Healthcare Environment in Boynton Beach”. Stay Tuned!

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Ride Sharing App Development: Driving the Future of Urban Mobility

As cities develop and traffic congestion gets worse, there is an unprecedented need for smart transportation solutions. Development of ride-sharing apps has been one of the most significant advances in this field. These applications not only make commuting more economical and efficient, but they also help to lower carbon emissions and improve urban mobility.

Whether you're a startup or an established transportation firm, developing a unique ride sharing app may lead to enormous revenue prospects in today's fast-paced, on-demand market.

What is Ride Sharing App Development?

Ride sharing app development entails building a digital platform where users can book shared transportation with others traveling the same route. Unlike typical taxi applications, these platforms strive to connect passengers heading in the same direction, making transportation more cost-effective and environmentally beneficial.

Key Features of a Ride-sharing App

To remain competitive in the ever changing mobility industry, your shared mobility app should offer the following features:

Smart Ride Matching

In real time, passengers heading in comparable directions are matched with available drivers.

Real-time GPS tracking helps riders stay safe.

Automatic Fare Calculation

Calculate rates accurately based on route length and number of passengers.

Secure Payments

Support a variety of payment methods, including credit cards, UPI, wallets, and more.

Ratings and Reviews

Create trust by using mutual rating systems for both drivers and passengers.

In-App Chat and Notifications

Improve communication by sending instant messages and providing travel updates.

Benefits of Building a Ride Sharing App

Investing in ride-sharing app development provides various benefits to both company owners and users:

Cost Efficiency

Shared rides lower travel expenses for passengers while increasing revenues for drivers.

Revenue Generation

Commissions, subscription plans, advertisements, and premium services may all help you monetize your app.

Scalability

Cloud-based infrastructure allows for easy expansion into new markets or locations.

User Convenience

On-demand availability, real-time updates, and easy booking all improve the customer experience.

Why Choose a Professional Ride Sharing App Development Company?

To establish a successful application, work with an experienced ride sharing app development business. Here's what you should look for:

Scalable and secure architecture.

Ongoing maintenance and support.

A professional team makes certain that your app satisfies industry standards, customer expectations, and regulatory requirements for transportation services.

Final Thoughts

As the urban population grows, so will the need for ride-sharing applications. Investing in sophisticated ride sharing app development not only builds a business, but also contributes to a better, greener, and more connected future.

Ready to create the next big thing in shared mobility? Contact us today to design a ridesharing software that is customized, scalable, and user-friendly for your specific company needs.

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Safer, Smarter, Faster: Drone Benefits for LA’s Construction Industry

The construction industry in Los Angeles is evolving rapidly, with new technologies playing a crucial role in boosting efficiency, reducing costs, and improving site safety. Among these innovations, construction drone photography Los Angeles has emerged as one of the most valuable tools for contractors, developers, and project managers. By providing high-resolution aerial views, real-time site monitoring, and data-driven insights, drones are transforming how construction is planned, managed, and executed in LA’s bustling building scene.

At Petrossian Aerial, we specialize in delivering advanced drone photography and videography services tailored specifically for the construction industry in Los Angeles. From pre-construction surveys to ongoing progress tracking and post-completion marketing, our drone services offer a smarter, safer, and faster approach to construction site operations.

In this post, we’ll explore how drone technology is reshaping construction in LA — and why forward-thinking companies are making aerial solutions a core part of their workflow.

1. Enhanced Jobsite Safety with Aerial Surveillance

Construction sites are inherently hazardous, especially in fast-moving urban areas like Los Angeles. Ensuring worker safety while maintaining productivity is a constant challenge. Drones provide a non-intrusive, bird’s-eye view of a job site, allowing supervisors to monitor operations in real-time without setting foot in danger zones.

How drones improve safety:

Identify structural hazards or unstable areas early

Spot safety violations or missing PPE from a safe distance

Monitor crane operations, scaffolding, and high-elevation work

Reduce the need for risky manual inspections or scaffolding climbs

With drone footage, safety managers can review site conditions daily, enabling them to correct potential issues before accidents occur. At Petrossian Aerial, we’ve helped clients in Downtown LA and Culver City reduce on-site incidents and insurance claims by leveraging proactive drone monitoring.

2. Smarter Project Planning with High-Resolution Mapping

Before the first shovel hits the ground, planning is everything. Drone-based photogrammetry and 3D mapping give architects, engineers, and planners detailed topographic data and accurate visuals of a site’s terrain, obstacles, and layout.

Petrossian Aerial uses drones equipped with GPS and LiDAR-enabled sensors to:

Generate 2D orthomosaic maps of the site

Create 3D models and elevation data for pre-build analysis

Calculate volume measurements for excavation and materials

Overlay plans and blueprints for precision alignment

This advanced data collection supports better decision-making, faster permit approvals, and more efficient land use planning — especially valuable for large commercial builds in LA’s high-density zones.

3. Real-Time Progress Monitoring and Reporting

Large-scale construction projects often involve multiple subcontractors, scattered teams, and evolving timelines. Drones solve the age-old problem of “what’s really happening on-site?” by delivering real-time aerial updates from above.

At Petrossian Aerial, our construction drone photography and video timelines help clients:

Track milestone completions week by week

Share visual progress with investors and stakeholders

Compare actual construction with architectural plans

Detect delays or budget overruns early

With regularly scheduled drone flights, you can keep everyone aligned and accountable — even if key decision-makers are remote. Our LA-based clients love the ability to access cloud-based project timelines and view their sites from anywhere in the world.

4. Time & Cost Savings Through Automation

Manual site surveys, inspections, and photography are time-consuming and expensive. Drones automate these processes and provide faster data collection — without sacrificing quality.

Time-saving drone applications in construction:

Surveying a 10-acre site in 30 minutes instead of days

Capturing photos for insurance or compliance documentation instantly

Using drone-generated models to reduce design errors and rework

These efficiencies translate into substantial cost savings for LA contractors, developers, and engineering firms. At Petrossian Aerial, we tailor flight schedules and data delivery based on your specific project phase, ensuring maximum ROI with minimum overhead.

5. Improved Collaboration & Stakeholder Communication

In construction, clear communication is everything. Whether you’re working with property owners, architects, city officials, or financiers, visual content can bridge gaps that spreadsheets and PDFs cannot.

Drone footage can be used to:

Present weekly or monthly site updates to clients

Show stakeholders how construction is progressing

Illustrate safety compliance and operational efficiency

Create marketing videos for future leasing or selling

Petrossian Aerial provides both raw data and edited videos, allowing our clients to choose between engineering-grade analytics and executive-level presentations. We work with construction firms in Santa Monica, Hollywood, and throughout the greater LA area to ensure their message comes across — clear, visual, and credible.

6. Post-Construction Marketing and Portfolio Building

Once the building is complete, the story doesn’t end — it’s time to showcase the results. Drone content is an essential tool for marketing completed projects and building your company’s reputation.

At Petrossian Aerial, we offer:

Final-phase drone flyovers for websites and social media

Before-and-after video comparisons

Portfolio footage for future project proposals

Aerial footage for press releases, ribbon cuttings, and awards submissions

Whether you’re launching a new commercial complex in Burbank or a mixed-use development in Pasadena, we help you capture the accomplishment from the sky.

7. Environmental Monitoring and Compliance

With California’s stringent environmental regulations, especially in sensitive zones near beaches, parks, or wildlife areas, compliance is critical. Drones offer an efficient way to document and verify that your site meets legal and environmental standards.

Petrossian Aerial supports:

Erosion control monitoring

Stormwater runoff documentation

Vegetation and buffer zone analysis

Pre- and post-construction comparisons

These visuals make environmental reporting and permitting smoother — saving time, legal risks, and public relations headaches.

8. Scalable Solutions for Projects of All Sizes

From single-family developments to 50-acre industrial parks, drone solutions scale easily to match your project’s needs. Petrossian Aerial provides one-time drone shoots, ongoing construction monitoring packages, and tailored data analysis across all project types.

We serve:

General contractors

Engineering firms

Property developers

Construction managers

Municipal projects

Whether you’re working on infrastructure near LAX, a tech campus in Silicon Beach, or luxury condos in Westwood, we tailor drone solutions to match your pace, budget, and scope.

Why LA’s Top Builders Trust Petrossian Aerial

Our expertise goes beyond piloting drones. We understand construction. That means we: ✅ Know what engineers and architects are looking for ✅ Understand OSHA and LA City safety regulations ✅ Customize content for internal use, public media, or marketing ✅ Deliver results with consistency, quality, and speed

All our pilots are FAA Part 107 certified, insured, and trained in working with active construction environments. You won’t find stock footage here — just real, dynamic visuals tailored for your specific job site.

Conclusion: The Future of Construction is in the Sky

The demands of the construction industry in Los Angeles are evolving — and so should your tools. Drones offer a practical, scalable, and cost-effective solution for improving how construction projects are planned, monitored, and delivered. At Petrossian Aerial, we’re proud to be at the forefront of this movement, helping LA’s builders work safer, smarter, and faster.

If you’re ready to elevate your construction workflow, get in touch with Petrossian Aerial for a custom demo or consultation. From site surveys to final-phase marketing visuals, we’re here to support every step of the build with commercial drone photography LA services that deliver clarity, confidence, and cutting-edge results.

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How Can Fleet Logistics Support Improve Operations

In today's fast-paced and interconnected world, efficiency is the cornerstone of any successful operation. Whether it’s in defense, healthcare, construction, or retail, one key area that often dictates the success of operational outcomes is logistics. More specifically, Fleet Logistics Support has emerged as a game-changing solution for organizations striving to streamline their supply chains, optimize delivery routes, reduce costs, and improve overall performance. But how can Fleet Logistics Support improve operations? Let's take a deeper dive into the multiple ways this logistical approach is revolutionizing industries.

Understanding Fleet Logistics Support

Fleet Logistics Support refers to the management of transportation assets—such as trucks, ships, aircraft, or vehicles—used to move goods, equipment, or personnel efficiently from one point to another. This system includes route planning, vehicle maintenance, fuel management, load optimization, and real-time tracking. Through intelligent data and smart infrastructure, fleet logistics enables organizations to run their logistics operations with precision and minimal wastage.

1. Enhanced Real-Time Visibility and Tracking

One of the most significant contributions of Fleet Logistics Support is real-time tracking of vehicles and shipments. With the help of GPS and IoT-enabled sensors, fleet managers gain instant visibility into:

Vehicle locations

Delivery status

Traffic conditions

Driver behavior

This real-time data empowers organizations to respond quickly to delays, reroute vehicles when necessary, and keep customers informed with accurate delivery ETAs—ultimately enhancing the customer experience.

2. Data-Driven Decision Making

Modern fleet logistics systems collect vast amounts of data that can be analyzed to extract insights for better decision-making. From fuel usage to delivery times and idle hours, analytics help businesses identify inefficiencies and take corrective measures.

For example, if a particular route consistently results in delays, the system can suggest a more optimal alternative. This proactive strategy reduces operational hiccups and improves overall fleet performance.

3. Reduced Operational Costs

Fleet logistics support contributes significantly to cost efficiency in multiple ways:

Fuel Optimization: Efficient route planning reduces unnecessary mileage, conserving fuel.

Maintenance Scheduling: Predictive maintenance based on real-time diagnostics prevents costly vehicle breakdowns.

Labor Cost Management: Better scheduling reduces driver overtime and unproductive hours.

Collectively, these optimizations help companies achieve leaner operations and higher ROI on logistics spending.

4. Improved Compliance and Safety

With stringent regulations governing transport and logistics, compliance is non-negotiable. Fleet Logistics Support ensures that vehicles adhere to safety and environmental regulations through automated reminders and diagnostics. Systems can monitor driver behavior, including speeding, harsh braking, or unauthorized stops—ensuring safe driving practices and minimizing accident risks.

By maintaining detailed digital logs of trips, inspections, and vehicle servicing, companies are always audit-ready.

5. Increased Operational Efficiency

By automating routine tasks—such as dispatching, inventory tracking, and invoicing—Fleet Logistics Support reduces administrative burdens on teams. Employees can focus more on strategic functions while software handles the routine.

Additionally, seamless communication between dispatchers, drivers, and customers improves coordination and eliminates guesswork. Faster delivery cycles and higher on-time performance lead to improved business credibility.

6. Scalability and Flexibility

Fleet logistics systems can scale with your business. Whether you operate ten or a thousand vehicles, cloud-based solutions allow for easy expansion without requiring major infrastructure changes.

Additionally, logistics platforms provide flexibility to adapt to market changes, such as shifts in demand, seasonal peaks, or disruptions. Businesses can reroute, reschedule, or repurpose their assets quickly—ensuring minimal downtime and maximum productivity.

7. Sustainability and Environmental Responsibility

Reducing the carbon footprint is a critical goal for many organizations. Fleet logistics solutions support sustainability by:

Minimizing fuel consumption

Encouraging eco-driving

Integrating electric vehicle (EV) fleets

Reducing idle times

All these steps contribute to greener operations, enhancing the company’s environmental image and aligning with global sustainability goals.

8. Integration with Supply Chain Systems

Fleet logistics platforms can be integrated with broader supply chain systems like warehouse management, ERP, and inventory software. This end-to-end integration enables:

Real-time inventory updates

Accurate order fulfillment

Faster response to supply chain disruptions

Such synchronized systems ensure that logistics doesn't operate in isolation but functions as a vital cog in the overall operational engine.

Conclusion: The Road Ahead

Fleet Logistics Support is more than just managing transportation—it’s about rethinking logistics to make operations smarter, more agile, and more cost-effective. As businesses face growing pressures to deliver faster and more sustainably, investing in advanced fleet logistics solutions is no longer optional—it’s essential.

By embracing this approach, organizations can unlock new levels of efficiency, gain competitive advantages, and build more resilient supply chains in a world where every second and every mile counts.

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In an era where digital transformation is reshaping every industry, logistics and supply chain management in India is no exception. The traditional, fragmented, and manual methods of managing logistics are rapidly being replaced by smart, data-driven systems. At the forefront of this revolution are digital supply chain platforms in India that offer end-to-end visibility, automation, and optimization. These platforms are not just trends-they are the future of logistics management.

One such platform leading the charge is ItHaul by Imbibe Tech, a next-gen logistics and supply chain management solution tailored specifically for Indian businesses.

The Need for Digital Transformation in Indian Logistics

India’s supply chain landscape is vast but riddled with inefficiencies. Common challenges include:

High logistics costs (up to 14% of GDP)

Lack of real-time shipment tracking

Manual order booking and transporter selection

Delays due to poor coordination

Limited access to reliable transporters

Digital logistics chain management platforms like ItHaul by Imbibe Tech are addressing these problems by digitizing every step of the supply chain-from reverse bidding to shipment tracking and analytics.

The impact of digitization goes beyond just technology-it fundamentally changes the way businesses operate. It reduces dependency on manual processes, minimizes human error, and introduces data-centric decision-making. It also ensures scalability and efficiency, making it easier for businesses to manage fluctuations in demand, inventory, and transportation costs.

What Are Digital Supply Chain Platforms?

A digital supply chain platform integrates logistics processes using technology such as cloud computing, artificial intelligence, real-time tracking, and analytics. These platforms enable:

Seamless coordination between shippers and transporters

Live tracking and proof of delivery

Smart bidding mechanisms

Data-backed decision making

Performance monitoring

Automated documentation and invoicing

These features collectively transform logistics from a cost center into a competitive advantage.

For Indian businesses looking to reduce costs and increase efficiency, these platforms are proving to be game-changers. In a country where infrastructure, regulation, and market diversity vary greatly, adaptability and intelligence are key. Digital platforms bring much-needed transparency and predictability to the logistics ecosystem.

ItHaul by Imbibe Tech is designed to solve the very challenges that businesses across India face in logistics. Here’s how:

1. Reverse Bidding for Cost Optimization

ItHaul’s reverse bidding platform for logistics in India allows shippers to post freight requirements and receive competitive bids from trusted logistics providers. This ensures cost transparency and savings up to 30%. It eliminates the need for negotiation and guarantees market-driven pricing, reducing procurement cycles significantly.

2. Real-Time Shipment Visibility

Using GPS and cloud integration, ItHaul offers live shipment tracking and digital proof of delivery, ensuring accountability and customer satisfaction. With geo-fencing, ETA updates, and notifications, businesses can ensure timely deliveries and improve service levels.

3. Smart Transporter Selection

Businesses can evaluate transporters based on ratings, past performance, price, and compliance history. This data-driven evaluation ensures higher service quality, fewer disputes, and improved logistics reliability.

4. Analytics-Driven Decisions

ItHaul provides advanced analytics dashboards for businesses to evaluate:

Delivery timelines

Cost breakdowns

Route efficiency

Transporter performance

Carrier capacity utilization

Carbon footprint metrics

These metrics offer actionable insights, helping businesses continuously refine their logistics strategies.

5. End-to-End Logistics and Chain Management

From order booking to delivery and performance evaluation, ItHaul manages the full logistics lifecycle on a single platform. With integrated invoicing, document management, and SLA monitoring, the platform simplifies operations for businesses of all sizes.

Benefits of Digital Supply Chain Platforms Like ItHaul

✅ Reduced Logistics Costs

Thanks to automation, optimized route planning, and reverse bidding, businesses cut expenses significantly. Digital systems eliminate unnecessary intermediaries and administrative overheads.

✅ Improved Delivery Accuracy

Live tracking and digital POD reduce the chances of shipment delays and miscommunication. This reliability boosts customer trust and helps meet service-level agreements (SLAs).

✅ Enhanced Transparency

Every action is logged, recorded, and accessible to stakeholders, making logistics and chain management more reliable. Transparency also helps with audits, compliance, and dispute resolution.

✅ Better Collaboration

Suppliers, transporters, and warehouses can operate in a connected ecosystem, reducing miscommunication and increasing efficiency.

✅ Scalable for All Business Sizes

Whether you’re an SME or a large enterprise, digital platforms scale according to your volume and complexity. From local distribution to national freight, ItHaul adapts to any business model.

✅ Sustainability and Resource Optimization

By optimizing routes and vehicle usage, platforms like ItHaul help reduce emissions, fuel consumption, and environmental impact-aligning with ESG goals.

Aligning with Government Vision

The Indian government’s National Logistics Policy (NLP) emphasizes digitization, multimodal transport, and cost reduction. Platforms like ItHaul align perfectly with this vision by:

Promoting tech adoption

Supporting local transporters

Increasing logistics transparency

Reducing carbon emissions through optimized logistics

Enhancing global competitiveness of Indian exports

By enabling real-time data and automation, ItHaul empowers businesses to meet government expectations and streamline cross-border logistics as well.

Why Choose ItHaul?

Built for Indian infrastructure and logistics patterns

Backed by Imbibe Tech, a company known for innovation and customer focus

Real-world cost savings and improved logistics KPIs

User-friendly interface in multiple languages

24/7 automated support for query resolution

Plug-and-play integration with existing ERP and order systems

These reasons make ItHaul a clear leader among logistics and supply chain management platforms in India.

Future of Logistics Management in India

The shift to digital supply chain platforms marks a fundamental change in the way logistics is viewed in India. No longer just an operational necessity, logistics is now a strategic function that can drive business growth. With platforms like ItHaul offering smart automation, data visibility, and real-time insights, companies can:

Respond faster to market demands

Improve inventory management

Reduce delivery lead times

Strengthen customer relationships

Looking ahead, the future of logistics will involve deeper use of AI, blockchain for transparency, drones for last-mile delivery, and predictive analytics for demand forecasting. Digital platforms will be at the center of this transformation, ensuring businesses are ready to evolve.

Conclusion: The Future Is Digital

The age of spreadsheets, manual calls, and unpredictable freight costs is over. With platforms like ItHaul by Imbibe Tech, the future of logistics in India is smart, transparent, and efficient. For businesses aiming to scale and compete in a digital-first economy, adopting a digital supply chain platform in India isn’t optional-it’s essential.

Whether you’re just starting your digital journey or looking to upgrade from legacy systems, ItHaul offers a future-ready solution designed for Indian businesses. Embrace the change today, and unlock a more agile, resilient, and cost-effective supply chain tomorrow.

Originally published at https://imbibe.in on June 12, 2025.

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How Data Science Powers Ride-Sharing Apps Like Uber

Booking a ride through apps like Uber or Ola feels effortless. You tap a button, get matched with a nearby driver, track your ride in real time, and pay digitally. But behind this seamless experience is a powerful engine of data science, working 24/7 to optimize every part of your journey.

From estimating arrival times to setting dynamic prices, ride-sharing platforms rely heavily on data to deliver fast, efficient, and safe rides. Let’s take a look at how data science powers this complex ecosystem behind the scenes.

1. Matching Riders and Drivers – In Real Time

The first challenge for any ride-sharing platform is matching passengers with the nearest available drivers. This isn’t just about distance—algorithms consider:

Traffic conditions

Driver acceptance history

Ride cancellation rates

Estimated time to pickup

Driver ratings

Data science models use all this information to ensure the best match. Machine learning continuously refines this process by learning from past trips and user behavior.

2. Route Optimization and Navigation

Once a ride is accepted, the app provides the most efficient route to the driver and rider. Data science helps in:

Predicting traffic congestion

Identifying road closures

Estimating arrival and drop-off times accurately

Ride-sharing companies integrate GPS data, historical traffic trends, and real-time updates to offer smart navigation—sometimes even beating popular map apps in accuracy.

3. Dynamic Pricing with Surge Algorithms

If you’ve ever paid extra during peak hours, you’ve experienced surge pricing. This is one of the most sophisticated use cases of data science in ride-sharing.

Algorithms analyze:

Demand vs. supply in real time

Events (concerts, sports matches, holidays)

Weather conditions

Traffic and accident reports

Based on this, prices adjust dynamically to ensure more drivers are incentivized to operate during busy times, balancing supply and demand efficiently.

4. Predictive Demand Forecasting

Data scientists at companies like Uber use predictive models to forecast where and when ride demand will increase. By analyzing:

Past ride data

Time of day

Day of the week

Local events and weather

They can proactively position drivers in high-demand areas, reducing wait times and improving overall customer satisfaction.

5. Driver Incentive and Retention Models

Driver retention is key to the success of ride-sharing platforms. Data science helps create personalized incentive programs, offering bonuses based on:

Ride frequency

Location coverage

Customer ratings

Peak hour availability

By analyzing individual driver patterns and preferences, companies can customize rewards to keep their best drivers motivated and on the road.

6. Fraud Detection and Safety

Security and trust are critical. Machine learning models continuously monitor rides for signs of fraud or unsafe behavior. These include:

Unexpected route deviations

Rapid cancellation patterns

Payment fraud indicators

Fake GPS spoofing

AI-powered systems flag suspicious activity instantly, protecting both riders and drivers.

7. Customer Experience and Feedback Loops

After every ride, passengers and drivers rate each other. These ratings feed into reputation systems built with data science. Natural language processing (NLP) is used to analyze written reviews, identify trends, and prioritize customer support.

Feedback loops help improve:

Driver behavior through coaching or deactivation

App features and interface

Wait time reduction strategies

Real-World Tools Behind the Scenes

Companies like Uber use a combination of technologies:

Big Data Tools: Hadoop, Spark

Machine Learning Libraries: TensorFlow, XGBoost

Geospatial Analysis: GIS, OpenStreetMap, Mapbox

Cloud Platforms: AWS, Google Cloud

These tools process millions of data points per minute to keep the system running smoothly.

Conclusion:

Ride-sharing apps may look simple on the surface, but they’re powered by an intricate web of algorithms, data pipelines, and real-time analytics. Data science is the backbone of this digital transportation revolution—making rides faster, safer, and smarter.

Every time you book a ride, you’re not just traveling—you’re experiencing the power of data science in motion.