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anyway did u guys see that girl on twt who pretended she was dating that alpine mechanic and stole his merch pics to use as proof and then he had to hop on and say he didn’t know who she was and then she ghosted? some f1 fans r crazy.

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two fics in one day?? treating yall fr

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thinking about… trying to bake with daniel ricciardo

note: if danny ricc has a million fans, i am one of them. if danny ricc has ten fans, i am one of them. if danny ricc has only one fan, then that one fan is me. if danny ricc has no fans, then that means i am no longer on this earth. if the world is against danny ricc, then i am against the world. (happy holidays!!)

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it’s christmas eve and daniel has instigated a food fight. you’re supposed to be making a pavlova to bring to his parents’ house tomorrow, but daniel’s seemingly decided that flicking meringue onto your face three times in a row is a good idea.

he looks away every time, whistling as if he’s done nothing wrong. you narrow your eyes at the back of his head, waiting for him to crack.

“what’s wrong, love?” he turns back and questions why you’ve stopped mixing the meringue batter, though his mouth twitches when he sees your expression.

this time, you stay silent, glaring at him.

finally, he laughs, eyes crinkling as he throws his head back. you wait for him to finish, crossing your arms and frowning.

daniel hiccups another laugh out and steps toward you, hands up.

“it was funny, you gotta admit,” he tries defending himself.

“i hate you sometimes,” you retort.

his face drops and he clutches his hands over his heart, “ouch, love!”

“oh, shut up, danny,” you sneer at him as you turn your attention back to the meringues, mumbling a, “cunt,” under your breath.

you can feel when he comes up behind you, warmth radiating off his body even in the summer. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, dropping his head down too.

“i love you~” he sings, trying to get back on your good side.

you say nothing.

you can practically hear him pout in your ear, disappointed in the fact that his actions have consequences.

“c’mon babe, it was just a joke! it’s christmas eve, you can’t be mad at me! i’m sorry!”

when you still don’t respond, daniel takes his arms off you and resigns himself to keep cutting up the fruit.

when he’s settled back into a rhythm of doing that, you scoop some of the mix onto your finger, reach over, and smear it onto his cheek before running to the other side of the kitchen so he can’t catch you.

“aw, you-“ he grins again, bright as anything, and lunges at you, chasing you around the island and through the living room as you giggle.

he finally tackles you into the couch. the smudge is still on his cheek.

“you’re silly,” you scrunch your nose up at him as you catch your breath.

daniel just smiles, admiring you beneath him.

“i love you,” he tries again.

“i love you too, dummy.”

he then collapses on top of you, holding you tight in his embrace. it’s nice; it’s like a weighted blanket which walks and talks and happens to be very annoying sometimes. you melt into his arms, and reach around to hug him back.

daniel’s always been your safe space, and you’re able to be that for him too now, with him being home a lot more than he had been in september, for some strange reason.

you don’t want to let his mind drift back to his career predicament with too much silence, though, so you nudge him and tell him to clean off his cheek.

instead of grabbing a washcloth, or a paper towel, or something sensible, daniel just runs his finger through the meringue and sticks it in his mouth.

you make a face at him, expressing your disgust. you can see the bits he’s missed still sticking to his skin.

“that tastes so good, baby. it’s gonna bang tomorrow night.” he looks at you in awe of your baking skills before dropping back down onto your shoulder. he’s obviously content with staying like this.

fine, you can cuddle for a while, you guess. the pavlova’s not going anywhere.

wait- the pavlova.

“fuck, danny, the meringue’s gonna go flat!”

you scramble off the couch and back to the kitchen so you don’t ruin joe and grace’s christmas.

when daniel comments on how the pavlova looks kind of funny at dinner the next night, you just kick him under the table and say he must be imagining things.

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thinking about… glitter eyeshadow

note: based on a true story. glitter 4 lyf. i <3 glitter. catch me scrapbooking with those little glitter tubes we had as kids, u scared hoe? im also writing this cause i’m in mourning abt grandma and max being together forever now :(

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you’re almost dead asleep when max blurts out, “you’ve got glitter around your eyes, liefje.”

you blink confusedly.

“what?”

he forgoes repeating himself in your sleepy state and instead reaches up to your eyes and begins brushing away the glitter he sees.

you hum as he does, realising what he’s talking about. you had been so tired after the race, you’d evidently forgotten to take your makeup off. 

“do you want me to take it off for you?”

max rolls over before you even give him an answer, fully prepared to make the trip to the bathroom and back, even after his long day.

you manage to stop him, though, throwing an arm over his bare chest and mumbling, “nope.”

he turns back to you, frowning. he’d heard you complaining about the bad skin you would get from leaving your makeup on overnight more than enough times. 

you nudge your head onto his shoulder, breathing in deeply and tracing little circles on his sternum, your eyes still closed.

“‘m too tired, max, and i didn’t do a full face anyway.” 

he stares down at you for a few more seconds before deciding you know best. if you do break out tomorrow morning, you’ll have no one but yourself to blame. 

he shuffles back down in bed and contents himself with studying your features as your breaths becoming heavier, falling deeper and deeper asleep.

the glitter shines in the light of the bedside lamp he has turned on still. it’s all over the crease of your eye, and as you shift around to get comfortable, it sparkles and glints. 

max is very much distracted, focussing on your glitter curiously. you just look so damn good right now, in the low lighting of the hotel room and with this glitter around your eyes. there’s just something about it which stirs something in him.

if he had a bit more energy in him, he would’ve taken the opportunity to lift himself over you and start kissing his way down your body with the intent of keeping you up all night, but he’s honestly just drained from the day. tonight, he’d settle for holding you a little tighter and falling asleep with the love of his life. max presses a kiss to your temple as he closes his eyes, smiling to himself when you wriggle closer to him in your sleep. 

“goodnight, schatje. ik hou van jou.”

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no one tagged me but if any of u are interested, decorate my tree w a message!! x

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i went offline and f1 went to shambles huh

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thinking about… comforting logan sargeant after he learns about williams' decision

note: jv.f1 when i get my hands on you… 

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“oh, my love.”

you keep stroking logan’s hair, his head on your shoulder. he’s mumbling to you, rightfully upset.

“i just don’t understand. it’s so stupid, you know? there’s no point in bringing him in now.”

“i know.”

that’s all you can offer him right now— sympathy and support.

“i know i’m not the best driver on the grid, but i’ve had some really good moments this season, baby.”

“you’ve been amazing this season, my love. it just wasn’t enough for james and the team right now.”

you’re still sat the same way as you had been thirty-odd minutes ago, when logan had come in after his meeting and given you the horrible news. it was your immediate instinct to comfort him, hold him in your arms and tell him it will be alright.

formula one is his dream. it’s been his dream since he was a little boy. it breaks your heart to see him end up in this position, especially in the middle of the season. 

“i love you.”

he looks up at you, tears still in his eyes.

“i don’t feel like i deserve it.”

you frown at him.

“of course you do. i don’t just love you because you’re in formula one, logan. i love you because you’re my perfect boy. my love.”

he lets a tear fall, blinking away the others before they do too.

“what am i gonna do now?”

you sit in silence for a beat, letting the question set in.

“well, you’ve got one more race left, my love, so you’re gonna do your very best for the fans, you hear me?”

he nods slowly. 

“and then you’re gonna do whatever makes you happy. anything that speaks to you. you know i’ll support you in anything you do. i’m with you for life, logan. that’s not gonna change because of this. not at all.”

he burrows his head back into the crook of your neck.

“i don’t deserve you.”

you shake your head, knowing he can feel it.

“you deserve every bit of me. stop putting yourself down.”

looking at him now, you can see he’s still just a boy. a boy who’s dream was cruelly cut short by a series of bad decisions. you know he can pick himself back up, though. he can and he will. ultimately, he has to, to survive. 

you wish you could erase all the hurt he’s endured. turn back time and have a chat with someone, anyone, with the power to prevent this. you know it’s no good fantasising about it though. it’s done. the decision has been made. now you can only be there for logan as he learns to live a new life.

he sighs.

“one more race, huh?”

you press a kiss to his hair and wrap your arms back around him.

“one more race.”

his arms come up to return your embrace.

it will be okay. 

he will be okay.

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i’m in shambles… jv.f1 how could you do this to me. my logie bear…

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Daniel Ricciardo walks in the Paddock during previews ahead of the F1 Grand Prix of Austria at Red Bull Ring | Thursday | Spielberg | Clive Rose

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oh lol forgot abt this hope yall r happy xx

HEY YOU!! which of these drivers would u like to see a fic/blurb of???

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thinking about… breaking up with charles leclerc

a/n: hey guyssss… first charles fic… woohooo!! 16 defenders don’t kill me x

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you look so beautiful standing in front of him, the dusk glowing on your face. he’s sat himself down on the ottoman, having caught you on your way out.

“baby, i’ll do anything to make this work. please,” there are tears welling up in his eyes. this can’t be the end.

you glance down at him.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be your last.”

“amour…” he blinks hard, trying not to let the tears fall.

“i’m going now. i meant to leave before you got home. sorry.”

he grabs onto your hand as you turn to leave.

“what do you want, charles? you fucked up. you’re not my problem anymore.”

“i love you.”

you frown at this.

he doesn’t. not after what he did.

“everyone saw you two. everyone,” you shake his hand off yours, finally. “even if i stayed, do you know what they would say about me?!”

you take a breath to calm yourself. there’s no point in getting worked up.

“they’ll say i’m pathetic, and desperate for your money, and that i’m so hungry to be with you that i’d even overlook you doing that to me,” you spit out your final words. “i’m leaving you now, but you know what? they’ll say the same things about me, just for different reasons.”

he realises you’re shaking, trying to contain yourself.

“i love you,” he repeats, nothing else to say.

“no you don’t!”

you snap.

“you don’t! if you did, you might have thought twice about leaving me here, alone, to see her! you would’ve actually come home to me after your race instead of fucking running into her arms!”

you’re seeing red, seething. definitely worked up now. you breathe in again. he’s not worth your time.

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be more for you, charles.”

it was a mistake, he reasons to himself. a stupid lapse of judgement. he never should have done it. he loves you. you, not her. he was just so emotional after the race. he wasn’t thinking clearly. his mind was clouded. he should’ve been with you.

“i’m done. i don’t care anymore. goodbye, charles. i hope you’re happy.”

he can’t bear to look at you as you walk away from him.

pathetic little man, you think, i loved him.

you close the door behind you as you leave the apartment for the last time. he can make a life with some other girl now. maybe even her.

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in honour of u i’m gonna get an orange/lime with oscar

thinking about... your wedding day with oscar piastri

a/n: first oscar fic!!!!!! idk where this came from but love love looooove a bit of fluffy oscar. bit short but i hope u enjoy, and i’ve alr got a couple of ideas for a fic based off this so if u want it…. lmk in the comments!

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oscar’s hands are shaking a bit as he holds onto yours.

he loves you so, so much, and he knows everything that has led to this point has all been worth it for this.

you finish your sentence and look back up into his eyes.

the officiant finally, finally, says the phrase oscar’s been waiting for.

“you may now kiss the bride.”

he doesn’t wait to grab you, dipping you down as he kisses you, full of love and passion.

he can faintly hear the cheers from your audience as he swings you back upright, but then you reach up and hold his face, and the whole world falls silent. oscar’s wife. his wife. oscar feels like the happiest man on earth, that he could ever have an angel like you in his life, nevertheless be married to you.

he kisses you again, only pulling back for breath. you stare up at him, smiling widely.

“i love you, oscar,” you say, before correcting yourself, “-husband.”

“wife.” 

he loves saying it already, and he knows he’ll be saying it every chance he gets from now on.

he laces his fingers with yours as you prepare to walk back down the aisle.

your family and friends throw petals above you, all of them so happy for you both and your young love. you catch a glimpse of your friends crying, smiling through the tears at you, and you laugh.

he’s tearing up a bit too, you realise. you squeeze his hand and watch as he raises his eyes to you, stifling a smile behind your hand.

oscar knows he’s crying, but he reckons he’s got a pretty good reason to be, right now; he’s got the prettiest girl in the world by his side, and he’s the one lucky enough to be your husband.

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mclgf is clearing her inbox out!!!

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hi! could i ask for matchmaker and dj too?

ok, for matchmaker: i'm an introvert, i don't really like to go out that much, i love art, i love reading (huge bookworm), i love pinterest. i love music, i play the piano, the guitar and the ukelele. i love singing, drawing, painting, watching movies, etc. and i'm a swiftie!!

i match you with.... LEWIS!

i reckon you two would be so content having at-home date nights, reading together or even just cuddling w roscoe.

he'd def invite you into his studio to record some stuff once in a while, and ask for your opinions on the demos he's making too.

he's also soooo into museum dates, just wandering around admiring the art (and you)

you'll probably end up having movie nights watching cool runnings pretty often, but you never really get tired of it

and for dj...

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(2/2)

Also here to avail a dj and a matchmaker!

I’m a barely-hanging on uni student working for a triple degree. A language nerd of sorts who can speak 5 fluently because of a dare anddd pure spite.

The 1D to F1/2/Academy pipeline is real, because I am living proof of it 😭. Additionally, I’m Filipino-Chinese, band director and debate coach for my old school. I have black hair and gray-ish eyes. I love singing, and also have a side-interest in martial arts. I took muay thai and boxing one summer and never looked back 🥴.

My birthday happens to land on 7/17, so it became a running joke that my name would be Chloe/Chloris/Chlorine (gods, that is such an unnecessary paragraph, but I’ll keep it in 😭😭😭)

Astrology, I’m a cancer sun, capricorn moon yadda yadda… I have a pet doggo that runs my life, and I get told that I remind people of the colors orange or dark blue because of my wardrobe. Anywho, that’s a lot, I am so sorry huhu

Much love, looking forward to what you do next! 🧡

CHARLIE BOYYYY!

i reckon you guys would make a competition to match each other in the languages you speak.

you would 100% make fun of his 1d-ass haircut from his early kart days lmaooo

he’d obsessed w the fact you were band director and probably ask your input on his music when he’s playing around on the piano or even for you to hum a wee melody while he’s composing

libras and cancers are soooo compatible my loveeee you’d have so much fun and spend so much time with each others family and friends

leo and your dog would be besties are you KIDDING!

for dj….

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Missed your writing sm! Here to avail a jeopardy for the twitch quartet (Charles, Alex, Lando, George), fuck, marry, kiss, kill. (1/?)

HELLO!! im so sorry to make you wait again for my writing 😭😭

FUCK MARRY KISS KILL twitch quartet let’s see…

fuck lando, marry charles, kiss alex, kill george

lando cause if we're being sooooo fr, he's a fuckboy. but at least that means he should know what to do with it...

who wouldn't wanna be (basically) monégasque royalty w charles cmonnn

alex is too sweet i just wanna give him a wee peck

and no hate to george he's just the less lesser of four evils...