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Color schemes for upcoming fics!!!

Personal fav is either Carlos’ or Ollie’s :)

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To me Christian Lundgaard/Pato O’Ward is the Indycar equivalent of Oscar Piastri/Lando Norris

“tf u mean zak brown has a type, thats crazy”

i present to you the 2024/2025 mclaren twink farm exports

…Zak has TWO TEAMS and the drivers all look like this 🧍🏻🐶🐈

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some of the ideas sitting in my drafts rn…

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Hey guys, I need to be serious for a moment, so please spare your time!

I just saw in my inbox this person sent in a message asking for help, but I quite literally can’t reply to it, tumblr won’t allow me to (it glitches like this often, I’m sure it’s not intentional), so I’m reblogging this from the same user instead. My platform isn’t huge, but I hope that you guys can spread this or donate if possible. I understand that money might be tight, but even bringing awareness can help.

I also recently was asked if I support Palestine. Yes, I do support the lives of innocent human beings who are being put through hell, so if you can help in any way, please do.

As far as I know, this specific person has been verified to be genuine by other tumblr users, but if you feel uncertain donating here there are plenty of other sources you can share and donate to!

I apologize that this is different from my normal content, but I feel it’s important to use my platform, even if it’s not huge, to spread awareness. Thank you for your time. ❤️

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support you are giving to help Palestinian families stay safe and alive. ✌✌

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We collect such donations to provide the minimum basic needs of life and help find safety and peace for young children who do not deserve to live in such horrific situations. Thanks to your contribution, my family is slowly approaching 1/2 of the way to reach the goal. Every form of your help makes a difference to the free people who have been struggling and paying so much for almost 305 hard days

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how come you're the nicest author here in this app? 😭😭😭

don't change zizi plssss

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blushes cutely and flutters my eyelashes that cover my big blue (green) orbs that dazzle in the sunlight

Thank you… ❤️

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Anyway back to regularly scheduled content, working one something I think is really cute and um. something……. not so cute…. 🩷

LOVE YOU ALL thank you for ranting with me, this is always a safe space to share your hot takes (as long as they’re not problematic..)

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as a girl, in general, i don't like magui 😭.

bro, i don't have a problem with the other wags, even if some of them are known to be problematic as hell (did i say i hate gossip pages?)

but magui i just can't. she makes my blood boil, bro 😭😭😭

i'm glad lando's happy, but...

ANYWAYS

asshole move of f1tv to stop showing oscar's interview to show lando kissing her

thats was wayyyyy too disrespectful

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YEAH I AGREE 100%

Glad he’s found someone, not jealous at all (i will happily continue to write my delusional fanfics and lead my own life) but it’s just kinda disappointing idk

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As a brown (Hindu) woman I dislike her even more due to her racism especially her Islamophobia. It’s disgusting and unsettling

Yes. YES. This is the main reason I’m not a big fan of her. I’m not gonna openly hate on her or make it my whole personality to, but I get why people dislike her and it’s nice to know I’m not alone at least 😭

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As a mixed woman I really don’t like Magui and visibly cringed when they showed Magui.

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Yeahhhhh… I’m not a fan of her. Not out of jealousy, because I love the wags (sometimes more than the drivers (lily m (i love alex too but his girlfriend is perfect))), but she’s just… not my favorite person

happy he’s happy but maaann

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lowkey why did they cut to magui and lando kissing mid interview with Oscar like was that REALLY more important

idc about them dating that’s great good for them BUT WHY DID THEY INTERRUPT HIM 💔💔💔💔 MY HUSBAND 💔💔💔

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zi active era is back????

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YYYYYYYYYEEEESSSS……….. Said with hesitation

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SUPER IMPORTANT who do you guys wanna see with the uhh. bridesmaids handing husband boudoir polaroids during wedding idea? with the wags as bridesmaids…

or i could just write little dabbles for all the drivers i normally do… but do we value quantity over a longer story? sigh. decisions decisions

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F1 tiktoks stay feeding me ideas (Charles content coming soon.)

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HE'S ON THE RUN AND YOUR DADDY'S HERE!

MAX VERSTAPPEN X READER

SUMMARY: After you established a relationship with a new man, you've noticed that your daughter has started to favor him. When she begins to refuse to listen to anyone but him, you have to call him in to help you out.

WORD COUNT: 2K

WARNINGS: Slight angst w/ comfort, single parent reader, Max being an absolute darling angel, reader is insecure as a parent

FEATURING: Max Verstappen x Single Parent!Reader

NOTE: I’ve had this on my mind for ages…

You were just beginning to relax after a hard day of work. It was one tiring thing after another, and then to come home to a daughter going through her rebellious phase as a young girl was just the cherry on top of your frustrations. You kept a calm face as you gently talked her through each fit, but inside, you were just on the brink of losing it. It wasn't her fault; it was just the way her brain was developing. In fact, you had chosen to take all the blame yourself for not being able to figure out a solution.

After a lot of coaxing and reading the same storybook again and again, she had eventually dozed off against her own will, another unread book and her cat stuffed animal tucked into her arms against her chest. You let out a sigh of relief as you lie back on the sofa, hands pulling your phone from the pocket of your pajama shorts. You slowly scan over the notifications, but then swipe up to unlock the screen and dismiss all the unimportant messages.

Your fingers trek along the familiar route to Max's profile. It was a fresh relationship, and yet it was second nature to navigate your way to his contact. You hit the call button, holding the phone to your ear as you listened to it ring.

One ring.

Two rings.

It had gotten halfway through the third when he picked up, his sweet voice greeting you with a, "Good evening, Y/N." You smiled so easily. Your soul felt like it was walking on clouds. He hears your sigh and mistakes it for something weary. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah!" You reassure, though he can sense the hesitation. "Just had a long day, and it took a while to put Wren to sleep." Max hums, and even though you can't see him, you know he's thoughtfully nodding his head. "She's been going through it lately."

"How so?"

"Refusing to eat the dinner I make, even when I know she likes it, staying up late, throwing tantrums over the smallest things." You're not complaining, but rather reciting the truth. "I just... I don't know what to do. I try to correct it, but it ends with tears that last for far longer than I can handle, and I eventually fold."

"I see," The call falls silent for a moment, the two of you each deep in your individual thoughts. "How long ago did it start?"

"Maybe two months. It wasn't as bad in the beginning, but the past two weeks have been really bad for her." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry, I meant to call you to relax, but I ended up ranting instead."

He laughs with ease. "I don't mind.” Quiet. For only a moment. “That’s about when we first started dating.”

You open your mouth to talk, but the sound of soft, small footsteps interrupts you. You pull the phone from your ear and sit up, peeking over the couch to watch your daughter slowly descend the stairs. "Wren, sweetie, what's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," she replies as she groggily rubs her eyes. You chew the inside of your cheek as you survey the situation. It's been like this the last few nights: an endless, repetitive cycle of waking up way too early.

"Could you lie down and keep trying?" You suggest, even though you know that's not the proper solution. You watch her bottom lip tremble, and her hands rub at her eyes furiously as tears begin to well. You pull the phone back up, whispering, "Sorry, can I call you back?"

"Did she wake up?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll come over then.” You can hear shuffling on his end, and you assume he’s probably getting up to gather his things. His answer shocks you, and you find yourself stumbling over your words.

“No, it’s fine—”

“I’m already on my way,” he says, interrupting your attempt at refuting. You bite your tongue and give a little sigh. “Besides, I wanna see you. So just hang tight.” He ends the call before you can even get a word in. You look back at Wren, and your heart clenches with uncertainty.

“Wren, come sit down.” She stares at you with that soft pout before she carefully makes her way over to the couch, plopping down next to you. She leans against your side, staring at the TV which is currently in an idle position, the logo bouncing around the screen hypnotically. “Max is gonna come over,” you say with some hesitation, unsure of how she’ll react.

He made a good point earlier. Her misbehavior had begun around the same time they started to see each other, which made you feel uneasy. Was she acting this way because she was struggling to accept a new potential father figure? Maybe she didn’t approve of Max. You liked him— you liked him a LOT— but you would always prioritize the feelings of your daughter. You ran your fingers over her scalp, placing a kiss there not long after. “Okay…” She whispered, hugging her plushie tighter to her chest.

You fill the silence of the next few minutes with your humming. You can tell she’s fighting off sleep, intentionally keeping herself awake despite the soft lull of your melodic voice. When a knock on the door finally arrives, you gently pull yourself away from her to answer it. She leans back against the cushions, burying her face in her plush so that only her eyes are visible. You answer the door, and Max greets you with a hug and a kiss to the cheek.

He enters the room, shouldering off his jacket and hanging it on the rack, as well as sliding off his shoes. He approaches your daughter slowly as you stand back and watch, surveying the situation with practiced caution. Max sits beside her, rearranging the pillows to make room.

“I like your pajamas, Wren,” he says with a big grin, his eyes crinkled up in unadulterated joy. Of course he did! They were white with kittens plastered all over them sporadically. She pulled her face away from her stuffed toy and smiled back at him, albeit sleepily. “I heard you’ve been having trouble sleeping.”

He talks to her so easily. Every guy you’ve met was intimidated by the idea of you having a daughter. You always figured it stemmed from the fact that there was, at one point, another serious person in your life that abandoned you for whatever reason. Or maybe it was that they weren’t looking for anything serious, and the idea of meeting her made it too real too fast. Max, however, was delighted to meet Wren without any hesitation.

You sat on a nearby armchair, watching everything unfold. “Yeah,” Wren finally replied, looking away to play with the whiskers of the cat stuffie. Max watched her hands, laughing under his breath at the reoccurring theme of felines. “Why can’t you be here all the time?” Her voice was soft and shaky, and when she looked up it had folded into a heartbreakingly sad expression.

Max frowned when she began to cry, but he immediately pulled her into his arms, tucking her face into his shoulder. He glanced over at you, and you both shared comedically deep frowns to reflect the bittersweet moment. “Your parent works hard for you, Wren,” he reasons with the young girl, gently patting her back.

“But I want you to live here too!” She wails, nearly choking on her sobs. Max pulls back, encouraging her to take deep breaths with a little smile.

“Honey,” You begin, moving to sit beside both of them. Your shoulders brush against Max’s, and your eyes lock with your daughter’s. “Max has his own home he stays in, he can’t live here.” You, of course, would love for him too, but you also had your reservations about it. It had only been two months, and moving in together seemed like it would progress things a lot faster than intended.

“Maybe I can stay the night,” he suggests, and you smile and nod at Wren who seems to light up at the idea.

“Yes!” She cheered weakly, still recovering from her hysterics. “And then in the morning… We could have pancakes!”

“We sure could,” he agrees. “I’ll stay more often, and maybe you both can come stay at my house too.”

“Did you know Max has two cats?” You stand up, and he takes the hint to do the same, carrying your daughter as you slowly make your way back up to her bedroom.

“Really?”

“I do, and you can play with them as much as you’d like.”

The chatter continued as you opened the door to her bedroom, stepping aside so he could lay her down on her bed, decorated like that of a princess. You lean against the door frame, watching as he sits in the rocking chair next to the bed and accepts the book she handed him.

When the lights go out and the book closes, Wren is fast asleep, this time with a big smile and the hopes of tomorrow in her mind. Max shuts the door behind him, greeting you with a big grin in the hallway. “See? All better,” he leans in for a quick peck, his hands settling on your hips, and yours settle on his chest.

“Yeah,” you hum and nod. He can sense your hesitation, even as you both move down the hallway towards your own room. You can feel his eyes boring into your soul. He doesn’t even have to ask. “I just feel like I’m failing.”

“You’re not.” He immediately responds, helping you sit back on the bed before climbing in beside you. You roll over to lay on his chest, and his arm wraps around you securely. You stare at the ceiling that’s invisible in the dark. “And she’s not a bad kid, either. It’s just hard for you both, and that’s okay.” He kisses your head. “It’s okay to need help.”

“Thank you…” You whisper, closing your eyes as sleep begins to creep up on you.

“Of course.” He whispers back. Right before you drift into sleep, you hear him whisper again, “I’ll always be here to help. I love you.”

“I love you too,” your words are barely incoherent. You then doze off.

When you awoke, the bed beside you was completely empty. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You could faintly hear Max’s voice, mixed in with your daughter’s. The pair was quite loud.

“Not like that!” Most definitely your bossy child.

“What? How do I do it then?”

“Like this.”

“Ohhh, okay well then they get two. One from me, one from you.”

You could only assume they were talking about you. You slowly climbed out of bed and made your way into the kitchen, following the scent of delicious breakfast. There you were met with a painfully adorable sight. Both had their backs to you, tending to pancakes. Wren was standing on a stool, holding a small spatula while Max had a large one. You watched them collaborate to flip one pancake, cheering at the success.

“What’s going on in here?” You ask, smiling when they whip around to face you. Max had terrible bed head, and his pajama pants hung low on his hips while his shirt clung to his muscular form. Wren was still in her PJ’s, although some sort of red liquid had splattered all over it. Your mind immediately assumed the worst, but it was too vibrant to be blood.

“We made you pancakes!” The girl cheers, holding up a plate. Your mind connects the dots, and you laugh. They had dyed separate batter to form red hearts in the center, which would explain why she was covered in it.

“How sweet.” You walked over, accepting the plate with two pancakes. One had a beautifully done heart, while the other was… Well, we can just say it was more anatomically correct. You knew that was Wren’s. You set the plate down for a moment, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s waist and resting your chin on his shoulder. “Thank you,” you whispered, kissing his jawline.

“Ew!” Wren squealed, covering her eyes.

You both laughed, and Max whispered back, “Anytime.”

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VULNERABLE.

OSCAR PIASTRI X READER

SUMMARY: Oscar thought that he was always supposed to be calm and emotionless, but that all changes when he starts dating you: a comforting and caring lover who helps him open up.

WORD COUNT: 806

WARNINGS: Hurt with comfort, fluff, reader is so mentally strong I’m jealous

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader

Your boyfriend was always calm and collected. He kept a composed demeanor in the face of thrill and danger, even when everything around him was erupting in utter chaos. He was the exact same way growing up, too. No matter what drama his family was suffering through, or the riffs his friends would get in at school, Oscar remained to be the chill voice of reason through it all.

Even now as his own team is screwing him over and fucking up his entire racing career, Oscar seems so polite and well spoken. His PR team always praises him so highly, because rarely does anyone have to worry about Oscar Piastri causing a scene and making a fuss out of something the rest of the team deemed to be ‘minor’.

When you started dating, you fell for his demeanor. But you also fell for the potential you saw in Oscar, because you knew from the start there was more to him than being well versed in etiquette and always saying the right things. He’d let himself slip every now and then, usually just around you. He’d crack a joke only he found funny and wouldn’t even shrink away when you didn’t laugh, because he was proud of his words. Or when he’d cuss someone out when telling you a story— Even if he always apologized afterwards, you’d never forget hearing him swear so much in such a short amount of time.

But you respected his decision to stay so quiet, and you loved that side of him too.

But today was different— When you met him at the airport, standing there in a modest outfit as it was early in the morning, you wore a grim expression as he pulled you into the scheduled hug, kissing your cheek with practiced patience. “What’s wrong?” He’d say as if everything was perfectly fine, still holding you tight. Tighter than usual without even realizing.

“Aren’t you upset?” You’d ask, one brow raised. He’d mimic your confusion. “I mean, that was awful. They really screwed you over, Osc.”

He would just hum and think about it for a moment. “Yeah, well… P4’s not bad.” That was the end of that, because he was quick to change the subject by asking how your weekend was. You’d huff a sigh, but comply with his fast-moving conversation as you walked back to the car with him by your side.

But it lingered in your mind. As you were finishing folding your laundry, with Oscar there to fill the air with quiet conversation as he handed you every piece of clothing, you suddenly interrupted him, “You should be mad.”

“What?” He was obviously confused. “About the hotel room? No, it’s cool. I mean, two beds for the price of one… I just pushed them together and slept on a huge mega bed. It was kind of great.”

“No, not about that,” You gave a soft smile at his rather dorky reaction. “I mean about the race. About your team.”

“Ah,” he shrugged as he handed you one of your shirts. “I really don’t mind. I mean, it’s just one mistake.”

“But it’s not. They’ve been doing this…” You don’t want to seem pushy, but you also want him to know that expressing your feelings is okay. “Osc, do you ever get angry? I mean… Loudly. Publicly.”

“Well…” He pauses, unsure of what to say. “I mean, yeah.”

“It never seems like it.”

“Everyone says I’m emotionless,” he says, his expression blank like he’s not sure how to present it as anything else. “I just kind of… Go along with it.”

“You’re not, though. I know you’re not. You’re full of laughter and love and sadness and anger and— and all these things that make you so human!” You realize that you’re getting a bit emotional, so you take a deep breath. “I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t express yourself, especially to me.”

Oscar stares at you, and then he suddenly looks down. “I don’t think I’m mad,” his voice is soft and weak. “I just feel… Kind of lost. I love racing, but the more it’s ruined for me the less fun I have.” He sighs, sitting down on the edge of the couch. You sit beside him, forgetting about the laundry for the time being. “I don’t like being the next iceman. I’m not emotionless.”

“I know, my love,” You say encouragingly, kissing his cheek. He smiles, melting into your touch.

“I’m so used to being the problem solver that it feels weird to explain my own,” he looks at you, your eyes locking. You can’t help but smile, and it seems he feels the same. Oscar leans in, pressing his lips to yours softly. The kiss is short but sweet.

“You can always come to me, Osc. Always.”

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the max fic has me biting my arm rn it's so hot hsisbdjdnfkkc Z YOUR MIND!!! sending kisses and chocolate (👀) your way - the size difference was sooooo hot (the bulge 😶😶😶 give me 14 of em) I'm such a sucker for aphrodisiac stories and this hit the spot 💙💙💙

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I SQUEAL! THANK YOU i was actually like shaking and about to explode while writing it It was like

a series of emotions

i need to write Max more tbh because he’s actually one of my favs!! but you wouldn’t tell with how rare his appearances are

I need that man in a way that, if described, would destroy society and all that it stands for

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“oh oscar is ken, lando is ken, george is ken” LIAM. WHAT ABOUT LIAM.