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Letter 11 intrigues me so much, i need the sneak peek like fish needs water i aint kidding

That’s the one with Lando and Bunny from Linger if anyone missed when I said that. I have adored recreating their dynamic, they really are my babies 🥹

This is the most vague and odd sneak peek but ooooh what speech could Lando possibly be writing…?

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 // 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑. 💋 “I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don’ts but on good days I am charming as fuck.” – Tove Lo, Moments.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem! reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None except alcohol and drunkenness.

A/N: Sike, you're getting the first letter tonight. It's cute as fuck. Dedicated to all my girlies (gn) who get Tove Lo drunk when aiming for Pitbull drunk.

Charles wasn’t sure why he had agreed to go out tonight. Monaco’s nightlife, as dazzling as it was, had become an overplayed record to him. Especially during the summer with all the tourists. He remembered being freshly turned 18 and discovering it (legally) for the first time. It had been magical. Now it was a done deal, a well-rehearsed story, knowing how it would go from beginning to end. Maybe that was why he actually preferred spending time on his yachts or on some small remote resort on some small remote island during his summer break from the racing calendar. 

Alas, here he was, tipsy from an overly sweet cocktail in a VIP booth at Jimmy’z. His friends were having fun, as were his friends’ friends and whoever else could get close enough to leech on, knowing that Charles was definitely the one paying the tab. It seemed to be the primary talent of those people, sticking close enough to the rich and the famous to get something for free out of it. 

Charles found it braindead. 

He sighed, swaying half-heartedly to the DJ’s relentless house music. Was he even a fan of house music? He didn’t think so. Between the thumping bass, the flashing strobe lights, and the endless game of shouting over the noise just to make small talk, Charles felt tired.

Maybe he was getting old. But he hadn’t even hit thirty yet. Could you have a quarter-life crisis at 27?

It got to the point where he started counting down the minutes until it would be socially acceptable to excuse himself for a “bathroom break.” The moment came, and Charles seized it, weaving his way through the dance floor. He lingered in the queue for the toilets longer than necessary, opting for a stall over a urinal so he could sit in peace. He didn’t even need to pee. He just wanted to be alone. His head was spinning slightly from the alcohol. Not drunk, not even close, but his famously rigorous fitness regimen had turned him into something of a lightweight. Not that he’d admit it.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, he navigated the narrow corridor leading back to the main area of the club. That was when he felt it—a tug on his arm, insistent and clumsy. Before he could fully process what was happening, he was yanked backward and down onto a bench. Or a sofa. One of those little black pleather-clad, trashy club furnishings. 

For a fleeting moment, he considered all the reasons he hated being famous. Whatever was about to happen—selfies, autograph requests, or an inebriated declaration of undying love for Ferrari—he was sure it would test the limits of his patience.

“Hi!” a voice chirped. “Are you busy? No?”

He blinked. Sitting beside him was a girl—young and lively, a light shining in your eyes as you spoke excitedly. Or maybe just drunkenly. You had that half-glazed look of someone balancing precariously between charming and completely hammered. You spoke English. A tourist most likely. Dressed up nicely. Not like you had another choice. It was Monaco. 

As Charles was too shocked to answer, you continued talking in a heartbeat. 

“Great! Not busy.” You clasped your hands together as though you’d just agreed to the most wonderful thing in the world. “You…” you announced grandly, pointing at him, “are going to help… me.”

“I am?” Charles asked, caught between amusement and disbelief.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, as though this were obvious. You leaned heavily on Charles’ shoulder for support, your words tumbling out in a rush. “Okay, so. Here’s the situation: I lost my bag. Then I lost Emma while looking for my bag. And now—” you gestured dramatically, nearly toppling over even when sitting up—“I am stuck here. No bag, no Emma, and way, waaay too much tequila in my system.”

Charles stifled a laugh. “And you think I can help?”

“Of course!” You nodded vigorously. “If you find my bag and Emma, then this—” you gestured vaguely at yourself,—“this will no longer be a problem.”

“If I find your bag?” he found himself repeating. 

“Mhm, then you can come here to me again,” you slurred your speech a little, nodding again like your head was constantly stuck doing it. “With Emma and the bag and no problems.” 

“You can’t do it yourself?” 

“Exactly!” You pointed at him, impressed, narrowly avoiding touching his dimpled cheek with your long nail. “See, you get it. You’re a lifesaver.”

You seemed to have no idea who he was, and you were definitely drunker than you had first led on. He saw it in the way your body slumped and in your bloodshot eyes. Your hair was messy, your makeup smudged, and your dress a little wrinkled. And you were undeniably funny, totally capturing and taking over the conversation without letting Charles speak. 

He helped you to lean against the sofa, getting himself out from being your human crutch. Still, he couldn’t find a way out of being your lifesaver. 

“All right,” Charles sighed. “What does your bag look like?”

“It’s black, sparkly, and small. Like… impossibly small. A wallet with delusions. But I bought it in Paris—”

“Okay, I got it.” Charles suppressed a smile. “And Emma?”

“Tall. Blonde. Looks like she’s judging everyone but will absolutely cry over a military homecoming.”

“Right. Tall, blonde, and emotionally complex. Got it,” he repeated. “Are you sure I can leave you on your own?” 

Charles stood from the sofa, glancing at you as you leaned your head back against the wall, your eyes fluttering closed.

“I’m fiiiiine. I just need the room to stop spinning.”

For a moment, he hesitated. Enthralled by your giggle and the way you looked sort of fairy-esque with glittery eyeshadow in patches around your eyes. There was something magnetic about you, even in your dishevelled state. He couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t also slightly concerning—a young woman alone in a drunken state. You were a happy kind of drunk right now, but he had a feeling that might change quickly. 

With a final look at you, he set off into the chaos of the club. Back underneath the strobe lights and the pulsating music. Back between the warm and drunk bodies of others. Somewhere, a girl in a sparkly dress was yelling about her ex to anyone who’d listen, and he thought for a fleeting moment how easily you might have been her—except you weren’t yelling. You’d asked for his help.

He heard his friends yell after him from their place in the VIP area, probably wondering why he’d been gone for so long. But Charles was on a mission—to find a minuscule bag and a blonde woman in a crowd of not that many bags and way too many blonde women. 

The bag was easier to spot than he expected. Its sparkles caught the light as it lay abandoned, right by his feet on the dance floor. That seemed too good to be true. He picked it up, the thing so small it felt absurd in his hands. What could you even fit in here? A debit card? A single lipstick?

Charles didn’t mean to pry, but he opened it to make sure it actually was yours, and much to his surprise, he found a debit card, some spare euros, some sort of makeup product, a tampon, and a driver’s license. Fuck, you were the kind of person who looked gorgeous in official portraits. And he knew your name now. Maybe he should’ve asked for that before he decided to agree on being your knight in shining armour. 

Emma, however, was more elusive. Verging on needle in a haystack territory. He scanned the floor and the booths, getting nowhere. Looking for a girl as equally lost as you were turned out to be harder than he thought. Everyone fit so well into the orchestrated act of nightclub hierarchy that no one looked out of place. 

Admitting defeat, Charles turned to walk back to the corridor outside the toilets, hoping to find you exactly where he left you. Before he could even round the corner, he heard your voice cut through the noise. 

“I know, Emma. I know that I do this all the time and that it scares you to death.” 

Your tone was half-pleading, half-explanatory, like you were trying to win a debate and console her at the same time. The sound of it made him stop in his tracks, curiosity anchoring him to the spot.

As he edged closer, you came into view, seated exactly where he’d left you. Beside you stood Emma, arms folded tightly across her chest in a way that broadcast equal parts frustration and affection. She was, as Charles had guessed, tall, blonde, and distinctly more polished than you at the moment. Similarly dressed but with an air of sharp control. 

Emma was the kind of person you’d send in to fix a mess—not become part of one. Clearly switched into full mom mode, she had already given you a glass of what Charles prayed was water and had tied your hair into a haphazard ponytail, probably anticipating the worst-case scenario of tequila-induced disaster.

Charles lingered just out of sight, gripping your little sparkly bag as if it were a trophy. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but your voice was unmistakable and loud enough to rival the DJ. 

“I get a little drunk and I get into all the don’ts, but on good days? I am charming as fuck, and you love me for it.” 

Your voice, slurred but insistent, filled the hallway. You reached out toward her, your hands wobbling in the air until she sighed and took them. Emma sighed, her annoyance cracking just enough for Charles to catch the tired laugh she let slip. It was the kind of laugh that said, Yes, I love you, but you’re impossible, and I have considered leaving you in a bush once or twice.

Charles smiled to himself, your declaration replaying in his mind. Charming as fuck, indeed. He wasn’t sure if the grin tugging at his lips was due to the absurdity of the situation or the undeniable truth of your words.

He wasn’t invisible, after all, so when you were done with your exclamation to Emma, your gaze easily landed on Charles, standing somewhat pathetically, waiting just a few metres away. The moment your eyes met his, you lit up like you’d just remembered something incredibly important.

“And look!” you exclaimed, pointing toward him. Drunk you had a thing for pointing. “I had this… hot guy here to help me. He’s found my bag! You, sir, are a lifesaver.”

You’d just managed to call him both “hot” and “sir” in the same breath, and Charles wasn’t sure if it was because you didn’t know his name or if you were trying to drive him completely insane.

Emma’s head whipped toward Charles, her face shifting from surprise to a kind of restrained horror as recognition dawned. Her posture stiffened again, her folded arms tightening. While you hadn’t known who Charles was, Emma definitely did. 

“Y-you roped Charles fucking Leclerc into looking for your bag?!” 

“A what now?” you mumbled, looking between the two of them with confusion written across your face.

Charles stepped closer, handing you the bag like a peace offering. “I am… a Charles Leclerc.” 

“It’s a thing?”

“No, it’s my name.” 

You squinted at him, as though trying to decide if this explanation satisfied you. Then, with a dramatic sigh, you let your head fall back against the wall. “You should have led with that,” you pointed out. “I need to sit down. Oh wait—” You gestured weakly at your own position. “Already doing that.”

“Charles Leclerc,” Emma said, gesturing toward him with an incredulous sweep of her hand. “Formula 1 driver? Like… literally one of the best in the world?”

“Ohhh, right. We’re in Monaco,” you mumbled to yourself. 

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered something about you being impossible. Then she straightened, looking at Charles briefly before her gaze shifted to the dance floor. “I’m going to find the others and tell them it’s time to go. Don’t let her wander off again, please.”

Before Charles could respond, she disappeared into the crowd, her blonde head bobbing toward the pulsating lights. He watched her go, unsure if he’d just been handed a babysitting gig or a challenge. When he turned back, you were studying him, your head tilted slightly.

Charles hesitated, then he sat down beside you again, leaning back against the worn pleather as he looked right back at you. Up close, the club lights caught in your hair, making it shimmer like an accidental halo. He wondered if it was the alcohol in his veins or just the moment, but you looked… luminous.

“So, what now? Bag found, friend located. Mission accomplished,” he asked, almost proudly, as he relaxed further into his seat. 

You drunkenly fumbled through the belongings inside your bag, in disbelief over everything being there. “You really did solve all of my problems… Thank you,” you said softly, a hint of genuine gratitude creeping into your voice.

He smiled, his amusement softening into something warmer. “You’re welcome.”

You studied him for a moment, your gaze slower now, more deliberate. “It makes sense that you’re famous,” you said finally, as if you’d unravelled some profound mystery. “You’ve got a really pretty face.”

Charles chuckled completely unguarded. “I think that’s the tequila talking.”

“Nope,” you said, grinning with certainty. “That’s all me.”

He couldn’t help but be drawn in by your confidence, your complete lack of pretense. On top of the almost sticky pleather sofa, he could see your hand move tentatively, dancing over the fabric, aimless yet perfectly intentional. He wasn’t thinking when he grabbed it, intertwining his fingers with your own, but it felt right—and something innocent that felt this right couldn’t be wrong. 

“I think you were right,” he said, not scared to look you in the eye. “About you being charming as fuck.”

“Good,” you replied, raising your glass of water in a mock toast. “Because I think I’m keeping you here for a while.”

“Still too drunk to walk?” he teased. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” you declared, each syllable landing like a punchline. 

He laughed loudly, letting the chaos fade into the background, his hand grounded in yours, feeling more intimate than any drunken kiss had ever done.

Charles wasn’t dreading being in the club on a Saturday night for once, not counting the minutes until he could leave without being called boring. Instead, he found himself thinking about where you might go next—and wondering if he could come along. Even if that was a hotel room after-party or a rented apartment in Nice. You were more interesting than anything else Monaco could offer right now, and filer à l’anglaise would leave the leeches to pay for their own enjoyment. 

Thank you for reading, hope this is a good introduction to what the rest of the love letters will be like! Please comment, like, reblog, bombard me with messages, I feed off that stuff 💌

Taglist: @koko-mei @anamiad00msday @floweringanna @lucyysthings @yelenam5 @firefirevampire @alexxavicry @emails-i-can-send

(if i haven't tagged you it's because your age wasn't visible for me to verify on your blog, i keep that as a precaution even if i'm not always posting smut)

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Letter 10 please omg it sounds like it’s angsty!!

It definitely is! Probably the most angst out of all of them (6 and 8 put up a good fight). Carlos is a dramatic ass character lol

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𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐. To Oscar Piastri, can we try again?🃏

╰ method to the madness

can i please?!

OMG YES! This might honestly be my favourite out of the twelve. After I wrote Strangers I knew that I had found my calling in life – writing awkward and cute Oscar Piastri smut. To the person who sent this request to my dms and wanted to be anonymous, I adore you.

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ALSO, before I forget — send me an ask with what fic you're most looking forward to and I might answer with a little quote from it as a sneak peek 👀 💌

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

A separate masterlist for my little project of love letters. 12 smaller fics posted with no rhyme or reason, totally out of order. Written in sporadic bursts of inspiration and rage. Happy reading ♡

౨ৎ [ main masterlist . taglist . prompts used ]

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏. To Daniel Ricciardo, from yours briefly 🎞️  ╰ a one-horse town

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐. To Oscar Piastri, till our next rendezvous 🪩 ╰ the exception of you

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑. To Charles Leclerc, xoxo toodles 💋 ╰ charming as fuck

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒. To Max Verstappen, your secret admirer 🪐 ╰ plane jane glory

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓. To Max Verstappen, from your booty call 🦢 ╰ (this is) hardcore

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔. To Max Verstappen, take care 🫀 ╰ it happens all the time

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕. To Charles Leclerc, from Monaco 🥂 ╰ me & you together

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖. To Oscar Piastri, to infinity and beyond 🧣 ╰ alone (with you)

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗. To Lando Norris, from yours affectionately 🎲 ╰ fortune cookie

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎. To Carlos Sainz, PS. I still love you ⌛️ ╰ the hardest part

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏. To Lando Norris, sent from my iPhone 🍓 ╰ tried & true

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐. To Oscar Piastri, can we try again?🃏 ╰ method to the madness

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

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“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.” ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

A separate masterlist for my little project of love letters. 12 smaller fics posted with no rhyme or reason, totally out of order. Written in sporadic bursts of inspiration and rage. Happy reading ♡

౨ৎ [ main masterlist . taglist . prompts used ]

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏. To Daniel Ricciardo, from yours briefly 🎞️  ╰ a one-horse town

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐. To Oscar Piastri, till our next rendezvous 🪩 ╰ the exception of you

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑. To Charles Leclerc, xoxo toodles 💋 ╰ charming as fuck

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒. To Max Verstappen, your secret admirer 🪐 ╰ plane jane glory

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓. To Max Verstappen, from your booty call 🦢 ╰ (this is) hardcore

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔. To Max Verstappen, take care 🫀 ╰ it happens all the time

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕. To Charles Leclerc, from Monaco 🥂 ╰ me & you together

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖. To Oscar Piastri, to infinity and beyond 🧣 ╰ alone (with you)

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗. To Lando Norris, from yours affectionately 🎲 ╰ fortune cookie

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎. To Carlos Sainz, PS. I still love you ⌛️ ╰ the hardest part

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏. To Lando Norris, sent from my iPhone 🍓 ╰ tried & true

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐. To Oscar Piastri, can we try again?🃏 ╰ method to the madness

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

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When will we know the schedule🥸

SORRY for taking so long to answer, there won't be a schedule per say, but the masterlist with little hints and clues will be out tonight!!!

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Only the Avatar mastered all four elements. Only he could stop the ruthless firebenders, but when the world needed him most, he vanished.

Okay, silly correlation but girl where have you gone😭😭

lmao it has not even been a week, i love that y'all are dramatic and actually miss me, feels nice to be thought of hahah 😭 i had a bit of a end-of-the-year mental breakdown and wasn't sure i was even human there for a couple of days, but i've been writing!!! i promise!!!

i'll get the first love letter out in the coming days (perks of not celebrating christmas) and i promise to post the masterlist for the love letters tonight. i've got new acrylics on for the first time in years (maroon, thank you for asking) so it will take me forever to format it because i now use my keyboard like a caveman, but i will do it now.

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can we please please please get a love letter checking in on lando and bunny from linger? that fic lives rent free in my head and i just want to know mooooooore about them, what are they up to? you probably know them better than i do but maybe 🧣 could work for them??

I won’t answer any other requests, but omg yes yes yes I’m definitely doing this!! It’s so cute that you still think of them <3

I have already decided on an idea for🧣 with Oscar, so Lando and Bunny will get 🍓instead. Hope that’s okay.

ALSO, as of now I’ve gotten like seven different request for Carlos and honestly not that many for other drivers (which is why Oscar snagged the scarf as soon as I saw that ask), so please send requests for various lyrics and drivers so that not all letters get written for like 3 of the drivers!!

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Don’t let this flop y’all. I will delete this account out of pure embarrassment.

Dear readers, ♡

I am welcoming you all to my writing project love letters – which will result in 12 little fics inspired by some of my favourite songs! They will be shorter than my usual writing (aiming for 2-10k max).

How to participate:

Read the prompts under the cut and pick your favourite.

Send me a request with the corresponding emoji and preferred driver to my ask box or through private message. Please feel free to write your own ideas for the fics as well ♡

They can be fluffly, smutty and/or angsty. No anonymous requests for anything explicitly sexual. I won't use the asks to post the fics so don't be scared to go off anon or send me a DM.

Join my taglist to never miss when a letter is posted!

XOXO, Ollie ♡

🎞️ “Two fools in a one-horse town.” – Sam Fender, Two People.

🪩 “With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.” – Arctic Monkeys, Stop the world I wanna get off with you.

💋 “I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don’ts but on good days I am charming as fuck.” – Tove Lo, Moments.

🪐 “I like to stick to walls. Observing conversations, lifting them when they fall.” – Foster the People, Fire Escape.

🦢 “And I never was smart with love, I let the bad ones in and the good ones go.” – Robyn, Indestructible

🫀 “When I’m afraid, I lose my mind. It’s fine, it happens all the time.” – Yung Lean, Agony.

🥂 “I can’t remember when we met because she didn’t have a top on.” – The 1975, Me & You Together Song.

🧣 “I wanna be alone. Alone with you, does that make sense?” – Billie Eilish, Hostage.

🎲 “I know it’s not very sexy when somebody loves you this much and knows you this well. But it’s the way it is.” – The Japanese House, Dionne.

⌛️ “I know we said we shouldn't talk, but I lost a friend and maybe that's the hardest part.” – Léon, Die for you.

🍓 “You’ve never done me wrong, except for that one time we don’t talk about.” – Boygenius, True Blue.

🃏 “Oh, you can laugh it off, but you started a war.” – Mk.gee, Rockman.

[immoral-stranger]

Dear readers, ♡

I am welcoming you all to my writing project love letters – which will result in 12 little fics inspired by some of my favourite songs! They will be shorter than my usual writing (aiming for 2-10k max).

How to participate:

Read the prompts under the cut and pick your favourite.

Send me a request with the corresponding emoji and preferred driver to my ask box or through private message. Please feel free to write your own ideas for the fics as well ♡

They can be fluffly, smutty and/or angsty. No anonymous requests for anything explicitly sexual. I won't use the asks to post the fics so don't be scared to go off anon or send me a DM.

Join my taglist to never miss when a letter is posted!

XOXO, Ollie ♡

🎞️ “Two fools in a one-horse town.” – Sam Fender, Two People.

🪩 “With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room.” – Arctic Monkeys, Stop the world I wanna get off with you.

💋 “I can get a little drunk, I get into all the don’ts but on good days I am charming as fuck.” – Tove Lo, Moments.

🪐 “I like to stick to walls. Observing conversations, lifting them when they fall.” – Foster the People, Fire Escape.

🦢 “And I never was smart with love, I let the bad ones in and the good ones go.” – Robyn, Indestructible

🫀 “When I’m afraid, I lose my mind. It’s fine, it happens all the time.” – Yung Lean, Agony.

🥂 “I can’t remember when we met because she didn’t have a top on.” – The 1975, Me & You Together Song.

🧣 “I wanna be alone. Alone with you, does that make sense?” – Billie Eilish, Hostage.

🎲 “I know it’s not very sexy when somebody loves you this much and knows you this well. But it’s the way it is.” – The Japanese House, Dionne.

⌛️ “I know we said we shouldn't talk, but I lost a friend and maybe that's the hardest part.” – Léon, Die for you.

🍓 “You’ve never done me wrong, except for that one time we don’t talk about.” – Boygenius, True Blue.

🃏 “Oh, you can laugh it off, but you started a war.” – Mk.gee, Rockman.

[immoral-stranger]

If you don’t mind me asking when can we expect a new something-something🫣

I don't mind at all! I know I said I would post something last week but life got in between. I have my last uni deadline before Christmas now on Friday, so I'll be able to focus on finishing some little fics after that. Maybe I'll get something out this weekend, or at least post about how you can request drivers. <3

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love love love your writing!!!!! i just finished strangers and it was so beautiful, i love the depth you give the characters. it’s just so tender and sweet all around but i also love like the grittiness of some of the characters, if that makes sense? like they always feel real. love your writing sm you have me reading your logan fic when im not a logan girlie!!!!

Thank you thank you thank you!!! <3

I try very hard to make characters, including the reader, feel "real" so I'm super appreciative that you were able to pick up on it. I'm incapable of writing a sad ending (literally struggling as we speak to finish one), so maybe the grittiness is to make up for the sappy and happy parts of my writing. No one loves a flawless character anyway, right?

Also I ADORE that I got you to read the Logan fic because (1) in my humble opinion, it's underrated and (2) I've read some unusual fanfic from writers that I love. That I got you to do the same thing is so special to me. So, thank you again <3

[immoral-stranger]

You absolutely need to know to your core how incredible ‘Strangers’ is. There’s a level of depth to your writing that you don’t necessarily come across too often on here but when you do it has you barrelling to the accounts page to see more of it. Keep believing in yourself and your writing because it’s very special! If you ever write a part two best believe I’ll be front and centre for it 🌙

I have already cried too many times today (thank fuck this season is over) and this just made my eyes water again.

You found depth? In my writing? Where? (kinda kidding but also not) You are waaaaay too kind and sweet, thank you so so much!! 💌 I have no current plans on writing a part two, but never say never…

[immoral-stranger]

I've enjoyed every single piece of your work! I also find it funny how Leclerc is always involved in incidents in your fics. I've read about you asking for driver requests, and I’m praying for more Piastri content 🙏🏻 and maaaaybe Charles too 🥺.

Thank you so so much!! 💌

I haven't done it intentionally, but I guess I always place Leclerc at the scene of my crimes. He's used to experiencing the horrors™

More Piastri and Leclerc will come! I need to plan a little more and then I'll post about the twelve-fic-nightmare-thing that I mentioned in another ask.

[immoral-stranger]

When can we expect your next work👀

I’ve planned twelve short fics (i’m not well) that I’ve started to write little bits and bobs about, but I’ll need your help with requesting drivers.

I’ll post more about it soon-ish (maybe next week) and how you can participate. I’ve even made ugly little graphics for it in my pirated and glitchy version of photoshop. It’s going to flop and I’ll get one request or something, but fuck it we ball.

Thank you for asking! 💌

[immoral-stranger]

You're such a good writer!!! I was amazed by 'Strangers'. Definitely make more!! I loved it so muchh! Keep it up! :)

Thank you thank you thank you!! I promise to write much more 🥹💌