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@ricstappen44
Hi!!! My name is Azeal I am 21 year old college student wanting to write Formula 1 text messages and smau's about all the drivers
fav current drivers are: Yuki Tsunoda, Oscar Piastri, and Isack Hadjar
fav past drivers: Daniel Ricciardo and Kimi Räikkönen
my favorite color is ashy blue grey (like this banner)
MASTER LIST
god take all of alex albon's bad luck so far, double it and give it to mclaren...
god take all of alex albon's bad luck so far, double it and give it to mclaren...
colapinto is objectively the most slept on driver on the grid sorry. he's a milf hunter. he knows how to forge signatures for some reason. he wants to marry lionel messi. he's a hamilton fanboy. he falls asleep in his car inbetween qualifying sessions. he actively encouraged people buying knockoff merch. literally what more could you want
17yo Max: none of the older drivers have helped me, but it’s understandable. Why would you give advice to a rookie driver?
Max now: I told the rookies my strategy, which lines to take and bought them all a happy meal
Crushes are Stupid
Oscar: Ugh, crushes are so lame Y/N: I know Y/N: Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid Oscar: You’re always acting stupid Y/N: ... Y/N: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard
Masterlist
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
#what the fuck happened here
This is my favorite post in all of tumblr
reminder that this post is now illegal in Russia
reblog it, because Russia can´t
Thanks Obama
When Russia makes this post illegal
24 hours in lily muni he's life no sponsored content and all the boyfriend content supercut (alex makes her breakfast, alex drives her to practice, alex picks food out of her teeth)
BSHAOWSHAIA HE PICKS FOOD OUT HER TEETH?!???!??!!?!!!!!??!.
Just took 10000 damage
I'mma leave this here...
THIS IS THE CUTEST, SWEETEST PICTURE EVER
AHHHHABSHSIWKQKAJSOABBH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I NEEDED THIS AJIAKDBSISNSBXUS
Ollie: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Kimi: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Ollie: But you’re always acting stupid? Kimi: ... Kimi: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.
you call him different pet names to see what he’ll react to - LN4
content: pure fluff, established relationship, teasing, giggly lando, unhinged girlfriend energy. | requested
it starts with babe. he doesn’t even flinch. just kisses your cheek like always. then honey, sweetheart, pumpkin. he pauses. squints. “pumpkin?? are you 80?” you shrug. “maybe. do you want soup?”
you test lovebug, snugglebear, angel face. he makes exactly one (1) face at snugglebear and threatens to leave the room. you keep going. obviously.
sir lando of norris earns a dramatic bow and a “milady” whispered against your hand. pookie gets a visible shiver. “absolutely not.”
you keep track in your notes app. add stars. draw hearts. he’s on to you now. follows you around the flat like, “what’s next, muffin man?” (you write that one down too.)
then comes baby boy. you wait for the perfect moment. he’s sprawled on the couch, post-shower, sleepy and soft. you crawl over, straddle his lap, whisper it against his jaw.
he twitches. full body. blinks like you slapped him. “don’t.” you smile. “baby boy.” he groans like it physically hurts. “that’s illegal.”
he’s hard five minutes later and refuses to admit why. you say it again. and again. his voice drops an octave. “you’re gonna pay for that.”
later that night, you test handsome, love, king. nothing hits like baby boy. except maybe my boy — whispered sleepy against his chest when he’s not expecting it. he kisses your forehead like you hung the moon. you smirk. “you’re keeping track too, aren’t you?” he doesn’t answer. just hides his face in your neck.
landosgfr ✦
George, teaching Kimi how to drive: You’re driving along and Christian and Max walk out into the road. What do you hit? Kimi: Definitely Christian. I would never run over mama. George, putting his head in his hands: The breaks Kimi. Toto, sat in the back: I would also run Christian over.
the McLaren guys smiling at the Nico chant and one of Oscar’s mechanics clapping so hard
AAHFGISJSGSYWHSHSOSBDYOABS THAT'S MY BOY!!! IUGSAJAAOSDYOSBD
Hello! thinking if you woulf write a history about Kimi Raikkonen and the fact the e everytime he go back to the paddock, but he NEVER talk to anyone only see (and play) with one of the drivers daughter (and she even smile to her)
your blog is amazing!!!🩷🩷
The Ice Man and the Princess
The sun was blazing down on the paddock, shimmering heat rising off the tarmac as drivers, team principals, and media bustled around like ants in designer sunglasses. Everyone was abuzz with excitement. Not because of the race. Not because of the rumored upgrades to the Red Bull car. Not even because Seb was visiting with his usual charm and environmental flyers.
No. The paddock had one topic of conversation: Kimi was back.
The Iceman had returned.
Except, he wasn’t back to make any statements. He wasn’t there to support the GPDA, or give nostalgic interviews, or do that awkward thing where Sky Sports tries to wrangle more than three sentences out of him.
He was here for one person, and one person only:
Yn.
The two-year-old daughter of Alex and Lily, toddling sunshine with tiny sneakers, round cheeks, and a shock of slightly-too-much hair for a toddler. And, for reasons the entire grid was still trying to figure out, she had managed to melt the heart of Kimi Raikkonen himself.
"Is he coming over?" Lando whispered, peeking out of the McLaren hospitality unit like a meerkat.
"To us?" Charles scoffed, sipping his espresso. "Don’t be ridiculous. He’s locked on target. Look. Baby in sight."
Sure enough, Kimi was gliding through the paddock like a ghost. Drivers and team members tried to wave at him, some even attempted a handshake.
Kimi walked past them all like they were ghosts in his simulation.
"Hey, Kimi!" Seb tried, cheerfully stepping in front of him.
Kimi blinked. Calculated. Then took a single step to the left and walked right around him.
Seb stared after him, mouth slightly open. "Did he just... detour me?"
"You got Kimi'd," George muttered, trying to contain his laughter.
Meanwhile, over in the Williams garage, Yn was sitting on the floor next to a crate of tires, stuffing her teddy bear’s head into a toy teacup.
"Teddy say aaah," she mumbled seriously.
"You say aaah," Kimi said, suddenly there, crouching beside her.
"KIMI!" she squealed, leaping into his arms with all the grace of a flying watermelon.
Kimi caught her with practiced ease. “Bwoah, heavy today.”
Alex, sipping coffee nearby, barely looked up.
"She made you carry her bag last time, mate. She’s training for it."
"Bwoah, she's strong," Kimi muttered, letting her hang onto his neck like a baby koala. He moved to the corner of the garage and sat down on a stool. Yn, being the tiny dictator she was, instantly clambered into his lap.
Then she pulled out a pink marker.
"I draw!"
Kimi extended both arms like a seasoned professional.
"Make it good."
Moments later, Lando—young, bright-eyed, full of optimism—spotted Kimi across the garage.
“Okay, I’m going to try again. Maybe if I ask about the Sauber days, he’ll warm up.”
“Don’t,” Daniel warned.
“I got this.”
Lando jogged up to him. "Hey, Kimi, just wanted to—"
Kimi didn’t even look up.
“Bwoah. Not you talking to me."
Lando stopped like he'd hit an invisible wall.
Behind him, the collective will of the paddock crumbled into silent laughter. George turned away, biting his knuckle. Charles dropped his coffee and didn't even notice. Pierre took a picture. Daniel physically sat down to wheeze.
Lando blinked. “I—I just wanted to talk about karting—”
Kimi patted Yn on the head. “Good girl. No small talk.”
Yn nodded solemnly. “Boring.”
Lando staggered away in defeat. “She called me boring!”
Seb, watching all this from a distance, looked betrayed. “I got bypassed. I was detoured.”
Max, leaning against a wall, smirked. “You were traffic.”
Later, in the hospitality area, all the drivers gathered at a table like gossiping teenagers at lunch.
"He lets her draw flowers on him," Lewis said, showing a photo. “Flowers. On Kimi.”
“Last week in Austria, she put a sticker on his forehead,” Pierre added. “He wore it. All day.”
“He drank pretend tea from a pink plastic cup,” Oscar said, holding up a finger. “Twice.”
Fernando raised an eyebrow. “I heard he smiled.”
Everyone went quiet.
“No.”
“Full teeth,” Oscar confirmed.
Charles gasped. “He smiled at me once. But it was… like… a mistake. He thought I was a cat.”
Back in the Williams garage, Lily arrived to see Kimi sitting cross-legged on the floor, with a flower drawn on his bicep, a tiara on his head, and a toddler trying to explain to him in a mix of Thai and Mandarin how her teddy had fallen asleep in the pit lane.
“Xiong xiong sleep! Bù kěyǐ! Too loud vroom vroom! Must nap!"
Kimi nodded solemnly. “I understand. I also hate vroom vroom sometimes.”
She handed him a tiny blanket.
“Shh, teddy cold.”
He tucked it around the bear’s head. “There.”
Lily blinked. "You alright, Kimi?"
“Bwoah, yeah. We’re just chillin’. Teddy's in coma.”
“Right.”
Alex appeared behind her. “She tried to explain a tire compound to him this morning.”
“She said medium tires taste like chicken,” Lily nodded.
Later that afternoon, the drivers tried one more time.
They lined up—Seb, Daniel, Lando (now cautiously at the back), Charles, and Lewis.
George held a sign: “We Just Want To Say Hi.”
Kimi walked past.
Only paused briefly to say:
“Not now. Busy.”
And there she was, giggling in a pile of bubble wrap, holding Kimi’s phone (he had given it to her, no case, just vibes), while he pretended to be asleep next to her.
“Why does she like him so much?” Pierre asked later, still trying to figure it out.
“He doesn’t try too hard,” Alex said simply.
“He doesn’t talk too much,” Lily added.
“He doesn’t treat her like a baby,” Oscar shrugged.
“And,” Max added with a sly grin, “he lets her draw on his shoes.”
Charles looked horrified. “She ruined his shoes?!”
“No. Made them better,” Kimi said behind them, holding up one sneaker covered in glittery stickers and a badly-drawn sun.
“It’s fashion,” he added.
That evening, as the sun dipped low and the paddock began to wind down, Kimi sat outside the Williams motorhome, Yn asleep in his arms, her thumb in her mouth.
The drivers walked past silently. No teasing now.
“He really loves her,” George murmured.
“Not sure love is the right word,” Seb said quietly. “More like... she’s his person.”
“He picked her,” Lewis smiled.
And from across the paddock, Lando sighed dramatically.
“Wish I was that toddler.”
After this comment, Charles never stopped giving Lando big side eyes 😊🫡🙂↕️
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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!
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I died reading this 😔
