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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...

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orange / lime comfort fic with max pls stressed reader pls ty cuz i wanna die

thinking about... max verstappen looking after stressed reader during finals season

a/n: projecting my finals stress onto reader rn. why do all my max blurbs end w them falling asleep he just looks like a sleepy guy idk also i think tumblr cuts out like the last paragraph and a bit of this on mobile so sorryyy? no idea how to fix it x

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max’s breath hitches as he lays eyes on you.  then he lets out a soft sigh when he takes in the state of the room you’re in. 

there are textbooks everywhere, notepaper flung about, coloured sticky notes dot the wall. 

you, sat in the middle of the mess, have your headphones on, furiously scribbling down something from your laptop. 

“baby,” max calls. there’s no reply from you.

he carefully steps over the spread of paper and makes his way over to you. you’ve still not clocked the other presence in the room yet.

he lays a hand on your shoulders gently, and you finally lift your head to look at him.

“hey,” you blink up at him, wide-eyed, “sorry about the mess, i’ll clean it up after i’ve finished this lecture, i promise.”

he presses a kiss to your hair.

“that’s alright. you don’t have to rush.”

you lean into his touch, breathing in his scent.

“missed you.”

max knows you’ve been studying non-stop for the last few days he’s been gone. from what he remembers, the test you’ve got coming up is worth 20% of your grade, and you need a 90% pass to continue your studies into next year.

you had, however, taken a break to watch his race, sending him a picture of the tv accompanied by a message of ‘gl today! thinking of youuuuu.’ he had been grateful for that.

“have you taken a break yet, schatje?”

you frown, trying to remember how long ago you’d gotten up to refill your water bottle.

“maybe a couple of hours ago? i’m not sure.”

he takes your hand in his. 

“come to bed with me,” he pulls you up, helping you to your feet, “i’m so tired right now; i just want my love with me.”

you offer him a smile.

“okay, but only for a bit, alright?” you look back over your workspace, “i’ve gotta cram what i can before my exam. you know how important this is for me.”

he waves you off, leading the way to your shared bedroom.

“baby, you have time. just stay with me for now.”

you’re going to ace your exam, he knows. you’re the smartest person in his life, and the most hardworking too. taking a little time off today can’t hurt too much.

you hum as he lets go of you to take his travelling clothes off.

when you’re both stripped down to your underwear, he hops under the covers and holds his arms open for you.

“thirty minutes, max,” you point at him warningly.

“yes, yes, okay,” he spreads his arms wider, “now come in, schat, i’m getting cold!”

you crawl up next to him and tuck yourself in his embrace, inhaling in his smell and holding him closer to you.

“i missed you,” you say.

he kisses the back of your head.

“i missed you too. i always do, you know that.”

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HELL YEAH I AM

congrats on 200!! 🫶🏽

for the first spring dip cast your moots as my little pony characters

Oh that's fun:

@localwhoore and @aviscarrentals are definitely rainbow dash

@disneyprincemuke gives me apple jack vibes

@foreveralbon is twilight sparkle

@scuderia-piastri you are pinky pie

@mclarengf is rarity

(I may had the Wikipedia page of my little pony opened while doing this lmao)

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matchmake me again (even though you should’ve been able to do it the first time around, have i not doxxed myself enough that you don’t know anything abt me 😔😔😔😔)

hi i’m liyah im asian-aussie. i like cats and food. i don’t like math. i speak multiple languages (none of them are fluent but i can understand and speak what i know pretty well), i like travelling a lot and i am a certified academic victim

i think oscar.

u two would bond over being filthy australians and the

LMAO MY BOYFRIEND THOUGHT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM CAUSE HE SAW THE NAME OSCAR AND A LIST OF INTERESTS anyway

you’d bond over being filthy australians and he also likes food.

he would support u in ur academic victimhood and would try and join in on ur language learning efforts. he’d probably try and teach u a bit of japanese!!

u would loooove travelling w him as a wag

he probs also hates math he gives those vibes

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hi orange

hi liyah imy

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matchmake me (there is a correct answer)

“TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF”?????????

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dj