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name: dani / d age: 23 pronouns: she / her astrology: scorpio sun, pisces moon, aquarius rising

who's behind the blog?

hello, my name is dani! i am 23 y/o, and essentially infatuated with men who go vroom vroom (among many other things). i am pacific islander, asian, & spanish. i was raised in an asian household but immersed in island culture. i'm older now & i'm exploring my spanish roots, so we'll learn together! besides f1, i do indulge in other things like hockey and 5sos mostly, but you can see/read about my niche interests on my main!

formula one & me

i started watching formula 1 in 2022, after much pestering from my best friend. my knowledge is pretty minimal, but i have an intense habit of talking out of my ass; so bear with me please. i'm a ferrari fan, but also a carlos sainz fan first and foremost. and while i support charles' endeavors to be the wdc (fingers crossed 2023 is his season), i do not accept any and all carlos slander. if you're anti carlos, my blog is not for you! i do love other drivers as well! my other faves include charles leclerc, daniel ricciardo, mick schumacher, & esteban ocon. though, this isn't to say i won't talk about/speak highly of other drivers. i am very easily impressed (and disappointed) so my posting isn't limited to them.

i'm always down for a chat, always down to get to know more people. i've met some really great people on this site (deadass, i have a groupchat with my first ever mutuals going 4 years strong). never be a stranger on my blog. ily all <3

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free ride

summary: friction, spontaneous gifts, and revelations on a ride home + a little insta au at the end 💌

words: 673

a/n: a short blurb! haven't written in months but may post sporadically. tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz just because. any and all feedback much appreciated as always! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

“You can be so clingy sometimes.” Lando let out a sigh, one that was tinged with deep disapproval. He continued to hastily shove his belongings into the duffel bag you had gifted him mere weeks ago. Standing in the hallway, your mind couldn’t help but play back the memory of a happier time.

-

“You’ve gotten me a gift and it’s not even my birthday. If this is a taste of what a lifetime with you looks like, sign me up!”

Lando twirled with the sleek leather bag over his shoulder. Qatar Airways had lost his prized duffel (another “perk” of being a frequent flyer). While you were well aware he could easily afford a replacement, the sheer thought of giving back to him put a smile on your face.

“Check the luggage tag,” you said. He turned it over in his hand, revealing the number one engraved in gold.

“You do realize my driver number is four, right? Or was this meant for Max?“ He said, his lips turning upwards in a cheeky grin.

“Shut up, I just wanted you to show you how much I believe in you—my future world champion.”

“How did I get so lucky?” He pulled you close, cupping your face with both hands before planting a kiss on your forehead.

-

You shook yourself out of it as the front door slammed, realizing your vision start to blur. With 24 races on the calendar and work keeping you in London, it wasn't a total shock that things had gone south. Yet as you tried to make sense of it all, you couldn't decipher if it was Lando speaking or just the exhaustion from a 13-hour flight getting to him. All you did was ask if he wanted to join you for dinner with friends tonight, and he’d deemed you “clingy.”

-

You heard your phone buzz on the kitchen island as you grabbed the keys. It was Ashley calling. He’d call you on occasion when Lando asked him to but it surprised you nonetheless. He sounded worried as he explained that Lando wasn't feeling well at the MTC and needed someone to pick him up. Feeling a sense of urgency, you quickly shifted gears, realizing that you’d have to take a rain check on tonight’s plans.

-

Lando looked pale and small as he climbed into the passenger’s side of your car. You tried to help him in but he swatted your hands away, a lingering reminder of the tension between you. You turned up the radio to drown out the deafening silence when you suddenly heard his voice.

“I’m sorry about this morning.” You could just make out his eyes shifting from the window to you in your peripheral vision. To be perfectly honest, you hadn’t expected an apology out of him so soon.

“I never meant to tell you this but the thought of you walking away from me and us…Well, just thinking about it makes me queasy. I was on the sim and I realized I’d hurt you and my mind started spiraling and-”

You pulled the car over to the side of the road as his breathing shallowed.

“Hey, everything’s going to be fine.” You wiped the tears from his face and placed your hand on his thigh. It took a few minutes but you saw the color gradually return to his face.

“Anywhere you want to go? It’s rare you let me drive so I’m taking it all in.”

“Up to you. I’m just here for the free ride.” He giggled.

“Free, huh? Well, this girl charges in secrets. So, where’s Carlos headed next season?”

Lando ran his hands through his curls, a nervous tick of his.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

He flashed a devilish grin, his eyes twinkling in the evening glow. As much as you despised the complications that came with all the time zones and miles apart, there was no doubt you'd find your way back to each other at the end of each day.

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sleep without you ~ charles leclerc (cl16)

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pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

song inspiration: sleep without you ~ brett young

summary: charles struggles to function properly without her by his side, or a story of a night without his girlfriend.

words: 2.1K

warnings: nothing, just fluff and a slightly clingy charles baby <3

a/n: idk why but this song honestly screams charles to me whenever i hear it, so i just had to make it happen. also this was supposed to be posted on my one year f1-aversary as celebration (well technically it should be more if counting my childhood f1 years but anyway), but i was so caught up in another wip that i couldn't do it. so happy anniversary to me and f1 (two weeks late) with this lil ficlet <3 thankful for all that f1 gave me.

big thanks to the amazing lovely silverstonesainz for helping me make this better and to the equally awesome monzabee for making me much less anxious with her words. love you sm queens!!

please, don't be a ghost reader, leave a comment or rb!

Charles spends a whole afternoon trying to convince her to have a night out with her friends. Just because they're in a relationship doesn't mean they can't have fun without the other as well from time to time. There are still a couple of weeks left of winter break, plenty of opportunity to spend time just the two of them before the season starts again. So the usual point of view, the usual reasoning doesn't stand a chance – that they should spend as much time together as they can, before he's back to travelling all around the world.

"Go to a club, grab some drinks, dance and laugh the night away", he tells her. The usual bestie coffee dates or walks in the park that she usually raises as argument are not the same as a night out, and she hasn't done that for so long now. Definitely not since he's been back home, and he knows just how much she enjoys dancing her heart out.

(y/n) agrees after a short while, accepting his reasons, knowing full well that he's right, and after a few phone calls she starts getting ready, soon walking out the front door, dressed all pretty and dolled up.

Doesn't take long before Charles realises what he's done. A feeling tingles in his chest, one he recognises swiftly. He's miserable. Solely because she's not there by his side, as he makes dinner, eats it – all by himself –, before settling on the couch to occupy himself with a movie. It doesn't matter though, he doesn't pay any attention to it. He doesn't even know what's going on, he hasn't heard a single line, too busy thinking about her.

When the credits start to roll, he switches the TV off with a surprised look in his eyes – how did it already end? He doesn't even remember the first scene ending. Then he moves into the bathroom to do his night routine, from taking a shower to putting on some skincare products, all the while wondering how long she will be out for? Will she come home soon? Hope tingles in his chest that the answer to his question is yes.

Having finished with everything, Charles lies down in bed, trying to read a book, then scrolling on social media, doing anything to keep his mind from straying over and over again back to her. He knows this is stupid, he was the one telling her to go out, why is he like this now? Lying awake on his side of the bed, the fingers on his right hand tracing figures onto the sheet where her body usually rests.

This is pathetic, Charles thinks. He never thought he would be like this, so miserable and impatient just because she's not at home, with him. He's tossing around, unable to find a comfortable position for himself – it seems like he forgot how to sleep without her. No matter how many times he's had to do just that, in hotel rooms all around the world. The past few weeks erased all those nights from his mind.

The delicious scent of her shampoo fills his lungs when his face lands just a bit too close to her pillow, and all of a sudden it's like he's burying his nose in her hair. It only makes him miss her more. Sleeping is impossible, he knows it now. He's only daydreaming, not actually dreaming, of her arriving home and being in his arms again.

Charles imagines the way she dances in the middle of the floor, her hands in the air, shouting the lyrics loudly to the song currently playing – most probably something she knows and loves –, and he can't help but smile fondly. Just the thought of her having fun is enough to make him happier, even in his misery.

He pictures a scene where a random guy tries to get too close to her, as it has happened so many times, whenever he leaves her alone for a few minutes at any club they've been to. It doesn't matter where they are, doesn't matter if they spent the night so far together, all over each other, someone comes into the picture immediately when he leaves, either to grab a drink for the two of them, or to go to the restrooms.

It's not like he doesn't understand those guys. She's simply gorgeous, and radiates such a vibrant aura that everyone is drawn to her. He honestly just finds it funny at this point. Nothing makes these men back off more effectively than her. Oh, the amount of times he bit back laughter watching the scene unfold from a distance. Seeing men crumble and disappear looking all ashamed, what a sight that is. And he doesn't have to do anything.

He wonders how many times she's had to fight off guys so far tonight, with him not even in the club, and he finds he can't wait to hear all her stories of the newest victims. Pierre never understood why Charles found it so amusing, he didn't seem to get it. The trust they have in each other. Knowing that it's him she'll come home to at the end of the night is enough to make him only feel entertained by each instance, and not irritated at the slightest bit.

But thinking about (y/n) fighting off men is only good enough entertainment for a limited amount of time, and soon the smile fades back into a miserable pout on his lips, as his thoughts turn back into ones of impatience, trying to make time move faster with short little prayers falling as mumbles from his lips.

With a sigh, he eventually sits up, looking around to find something he can do. At last he decides on grabbing a drink himself, maybe it will help stop the flow of thoughts racing in his head. A little welcomed dullness.

He takes a seat at the kitchen table, sipping on the liquid in his glass, enjoying the feeling of the light alcohol gently burning his throat on the way down, numbing his tongue along the way. His fingers stay restless, now drumming on the wooden surface. A few minutes later he realises they play a song, soundless except the soft thud of his fingertips with the occasional louder tap or little scratch of his nails when a finger finds a different angle to hit the table with.

A melody appears in his mind as he watches his fingers move, imagining how it would sound if it was his piano instead of the kitchen table. He would go sit at the beautiful, white instrument and try it, but he doesn't want to be so loud at such a late hour. And anyway, he's way too comfortable sitting where he is to stand up and go somewhere else.

He looks out the window, catching sight of the moon – almost full, just a tiny bit of it missing, and Charles examines the craters that are visible to the naked eye, though only as spots of a darker shade on the round shape.

Maybe he'll name this new musical piece that's being born in his head right now after her – well, if he ever finishes it. He'll keep the usual format, three letters of a city name and a date, only this time putting the time and place of when they first met. Or should it be the time and place of when he first asked her out? Or their first date? Or when she agreed to move in with him? God, there are way too many options to choose from. He decides to put this problem aside for now, he's not in a rush to name a song not even written yet.

As the clock on the oven changes all four numbers to display 2am, the action rouses his attention and makes him tear his eyes away from the moon and look at the numbers instead.

He would've never ever thought that he'd be like this.

Raising his glass he notices that there's only a small sip left in it, which he downs in a short moment. His tongue darts out to gather all the minuscule drops that might rest on his lips still, not wanting to waste even that much of the delicious drink. Then he stands up, placing the glass down into the sink, making a mental note to clean it in the morning before (y/n) wakes up.

Just as he ponders putting another movie on, maybe only as background noise if nothing else, his phone buzzes in the pocket of his pants. Taking his time, Charles pulls the device out, expecting nothing more than a useless notification from a social media app he shouldn't spend so much time on anyway.

Instead what he finds is a text. From her.

in a cab, be home soon &lt;3

Charles lets out a relieved sigh, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile, one that you could almost call giddy. It's not just the thought that she's going to be here soon, but the fact that she remembered to text him to let him know. He's in her mind, just like she's in his, even though she's been out with friends, having fun, drinking, while he's only been at home, all alone with his misery.

Now he can move back to bed happily, knowing that shortly she will join him.

It truly doesn't take long until Charles hears the front door creak as it opens, then the familiar jingle of her keys hitting the drawer in the hall, and his heart flutters with happiness. Finally. The high heels she chose to wear hit the floor with a soft thud as she presumably removes them, and the growing anticipation in his body seems to eat him whole.

Her steps grow louder and louder as she moves closer to the bedroom, and time slows for Charles. He watches in slow motion as she appears in the doorframe, being propped up on his elbows to have a better view, a lazy smile curling onto his face, and his eyes lidded with drowsiness.

"You're still awake?" (y/n) giggles, pausing in her steps for a second as her eyes take in the view he provides lying there. His lack of reply to her text made her think he's already fallen asleep.

"Of course," he mumbles. "Come to bed."

His voice is whiny and he behaves like an actual child, he knows, but he can't help it. He wants to sleep, and he wants to sleep beside her, feeling her warmth against his skin. That's the only way he can.

"Let me get changed first," she starts towards the closet, when a grunt of pure displeasure sounds from him along with the thump of his back as he falls into a lying position once more, making her glance back at her boyfriend. "What, can't wait a single minute?"

"No," he protests, pouting . "I've been waiting for hours."

His accent comes forth stronger when he's sleepy, and she can't help but smile adoringly upon hearing it. He's just so cute.

"Okay, fine, you'll get one kiss," she gives in. Charles resembles a lost puppy and she's sure he knows that's her weakness. She can't ever say no to anything when he looks like that.

So that's how she finds herself crawling into bed, trying to get as close as possible to the boy without causing damage to her dress. He grins, as much as his tired facial muscles allow, awaiting her lips touching his own. His pout becomes even more apparent, right until the moment he finally gets what he wants. His goodnight kiss. It's soft, slow and just so full of love it makes both their hearts flutter.

Then she caresses his cheek gently, whispering a barely audible good night, sleep tight to him, before moving back off the bed to disappear in the closet, leaving Charles to think about how he'd happily convince her again of going out if it means she'll come home to him, looking so radiant, properly buzzing with energy, eyes shining, hair messy but still looking so breathtaking. It's obvious how much it meant to her that she had this night out. He made her happy with telling her to go out with her friends, and he didn't regret it, despite all the miserable hours.

By the time she finishes her night routine and walks back into the bedroom once more, he's fast asleep, quiet snores filling the silence of the room. She bites into her bottom lip to keep in the giggle threatening to burst out, and with a heart full of adoration and a head slightly dizzy from the drinks she's had, she gets in bed beside him, snuggling up close to him, revelling in the feeling of his arms instinctively finding their way around her body even when he's sleeping.

He truly only waited for her to come home and give him a goodnight kiss to finally be able to fall asleep.

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GRADUATION + HATE + LOVE

this is a social media au based on an anon request sent to @silverstonesainz, who left it open for someone else to make.

i hope you don't mind that i made it instead anon, enjoy! (sorry the name's kinda stupid my brain isn't working)

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yourusername lil photodump

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lilymhe so so pretty

↳ yourusername marry me

↳ alex_albon thats my girlfriend

↳ yourusername not for long

yourfriend love youu

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charlesleclerc ❤️❤️❤️

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carlossainz55 so thats where charles ran off to after the meetings

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yourbff SO CUTE

charlesleclerc pizza

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charlesleclerc congratulations to yn for graduating oxford! so so proud! je t'aime ❤️

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yourusername thank you amore ❤️

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f1fan YAYY CONGRATULATIONS YN!

charlesfan1 its weird cause hes so publicly supportive of yn but ive never seen yn publicly support charles

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charlesleclerc recently it has come to my notice that some of the fans have been sending hate to yn and making hurtful comments.

yn is one of the most beautiful people in my life, and I am extremely lucky to have her. she deserves the entire world and it hurts not only her, but me too when I see the messages that she has been receiving.

she is absolutely perfect for me and I love her with all my heart. we have mutually chosen to keep our relationship private, and ask that you respect that. if you were one of the people who sent the hate, know that supporting me means supporting the people I love as well.

@.yourusername je t'aime toujours

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You woke up to the constant sound of notifications coming from your phone. Rubbing your bleary eyes, you try and lean back in an attempt to reach the side table, stopped only by the tightening of the arms around your waist.

"Go back to sleep". Charles's voice is muffled, only part of his face visible with the rest smushed against the pillow. "Its too early."

Smiling softly, you lift his arm from your body. He groans, eyes opening to look up at you.

"Theres a lot of notifications amour", you explain. "I need to check what it is."

Rolling his eyes in defeat, he lets go of you, letting you pick up your phone and open twitter to see why so many people were talking about you.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you see many people mentioning a post that Charles had supposedly posted last night. Looking over to him, you ask.

"Did you post something on Instagram yesterday?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." He doesn't bother elaborating, choosing to instead let his head fall back on the pillow, closing his eyes to block out the light.

Chuckling at his reaction, you switch to the Instagram app. Immediately met with 4 different pictures of yourself, you scroll down and read Charles's caption. Sighing when you realise he too had seen the tweets, you put your phone away, lying back down to face him.

"You didn't have to post that amour."

"I wanted to. They were being mean to you." he replies without a second of hesitation. "Je t'aime, d'accord? They have it all wrong, it is me who doesn't deserve you."

Nodding, you reply. "Thank you."

You snuggle closer to him, tucking your head underneath his own. You feel him press a small kiss to your forehead before once again pulling you in, his grip keeping you from moving.

Softly, you whisper. "Je t'aime toujours aussi."

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merry and bride // charles leclerc

summary: a christmas themed bachelorette party in the alps. what could possibly go wrong with the # ho-ho-hoes ?

pairing: charles leclerc x fiancée! reader

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yourmaidofhonor there are some #ho-ho-hoes in this cabin!

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charles_leclerc please make sure she doesn’t get hypothermia!

-> yourmaidofhonor she’s in good hands charlie boy! don’t worry about it!

-> arthurleclerc he has never looked less convinced of anything in his life

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yourusername massive thank you to my girls helping me celebrate my final christmas before I become mrs. leclerc. love you ladies forever and forever ❤️ #ho-ho-hoes

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user I bet charles is just glad she came home in one peice

bridesmaid1 had the best weekend with you! I can’t wait to be a part of your big day

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charles_leclerc glad you had fun, mon tresor

-> yourusername I can’t wait to marry you ❤️

user I would have sold my left kidney to go to this bach party

carlossainz55 oh good, you’re home and he can finally stop worrying

-> charles_leclerc pssh I wasn’t worried

-> landonorris uh mate? yes you were?

charles_leclerc just updated his story!

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wedding!daniel ricciardo x reader

attending to a wedding alone was not on your plan, but the guy in dark green tuxedo made it all more fun

wordcount: 2.4k

warnings: kinda cheating trope

A/N: this fic is based on the movie "the worst person in the world", it took me so long to finish it and im still not satisfied with the result but i wanted you guys to read it! also it is inspired by @mignonricciardo, @vroomvroommbtch, @silverstonesainz and @monzamash amazing writings. i hope you enjoy it <3 english is not my first language.

weddings were one of your favorite plans, celebrating other people's love while  dancing, eating and having some drinks was always fun. you enjoyed everything, looking for dresses, getting your makeup done and all it took. but this time was different and it wasn't as exciting as other times. your boyfriend was on a family trip so would have to attend alone to a place where you didn't know anyone but the bride and the groom. they were good friends of yours, jack was your coworker and after a year you had bonded so well with him and his fiancé, you went on double dates and had a blast every time it was the four of you, but a couple of months ago your relationship with your boyfriend started to collapse, leading to fights almost everyday for any reason so when he told you that he wasn't coming to the wedding you felt some relief, you wouldn't have to be pretending the whole ceremony, but it was a whole new experience, out of your comfort zone. 

the ceremony was beautiful and you arrived just in time so the other guests wouldn't see that you were alone and it was a good idea because you didn't have to talk to anyone, stayed quiet and didn't miss any detail. the bridal veil, the rings, the vows and the kiss, it looked like a perfect movie scene with the sunset behind them and all their families and friends. 

the party was another story, the part when everybody started to socialize was about to start so before facing all that you went straight to the bar and asked for a martini, knowing that it’ll give you the confidence that you were lacking to confront the night. 

you were looking for a gloss in your purse when you heard “sorry to bother but do you know where the bathroom is?” looked up and saw a guy in front of you, trying his best to go unnoticed but it was kind of a hard mission since he was the only one wearing a cap, a lilac hoodie, black sweatpants and vans plus a backpack on his right shoulder and a hanger covered with a bag on his left hand. 

“i think it is that way” you said while pointing to your right and drank the coctel. he thanked you and walked to the signed direction.

The hall was beautiful, it was very nicely decorated with fairy lights on the ceiling and the tables decorated with a flower vase with garden roses, lisianthus and eucalyptus and the number three on top indicating the number of the table, the tableware tidy and some lighted candles. 

after finishing your drink you went to your table. there were four people sitting and chatting when you stepped forward, greeted and sat two chairs away from them, wanting to be far away from the conversation and avoiding any type of questions. in matter of time another two couples seated on the left chairs leaving an empty one beside you, at first you thought that they must forgot that your boyfriend wasn’t coming but when you were looking for someone to tell them about the error but suddenly the guy from before was taking a seat next to you, now dressed in a dark green tuxedo, his curls wet and the same pair of black vans that he was wearing before, you smiled at that, a couple of minutes ago you had thought that he was part of the staff but now he was sitting in the same table as you, looking so different. 

he cleared his throat and lean closer to you “i hope not everyone notices that i'm wearing vans on a elegant dress code wedding”

you smiled at him. now under more lights you could see how handsome he was, his eyes were big and brown, but not dark and had long eyelashes, dimples on his cheeks, a couple of days beard and mustache. but his nose was what made his face so unique and attractive. His hair was also a great factor, shorter at the sides and long brown curls on top. you were kind of amazed by him. 

“i think that gives the touch to your outfit” said quietly so the others couldn't hear.  he laughed and was about to say something else when the music started making you look at the entrance. 

after the bride and the groom danced the vals, the first course came in and while eating the man next to you poured you some wine and started to talk with him. Now being more relaxed about being alone you opened up to him a little. “wait, you weren't  supposed to be here alone tonight?” he asked, you shook your head and swallowed the food, he raised his eyebrows and swallowed the liquid in his mouth “and why is there only you here?” “my boyfriend is away on a family trip so i had no choice other than come alone and make friends here” he smiled and you sipped from your glass “well, if it makes you feel better i'm kind of in a similar situation” he pricked the food with his fork “because of my job i travel a lot so it was a coincidence that i was here for a little of time and  the plane tickets were sold out so my girlfriend couldn't come”. 

later that night you found yourself  so fonded at the man beside you, he wasn't only good looking but he was so funny, anything that you'd say he would find a way to turn it into something unexpected and funny. 

don't really know how you ended up taking a masterclass of wine with him while everyone else was dancing, but by now you had learned that he had released a couple of wines and was a good taster, so you followed all the steps he explained to you, the right way to open a bottle, how to serve it, how to drink it, what to taste and his favorite part how to swirl the glass. “how do i look?” you said as you moved your glass on the table “good, you're fast learner” he said now taking a sip of his own “well thanks, but i think i like the part when we drink it more” he raised the glass in a way of agreeing with you. 

the tension between you started growing. for you it was the way that his adams apple kept moving as he explained things to you and how his lips would turn into a smile showing perfect teeth and his dimples on his cheeks. maybe the alcohol was having an effect on you. and you could say it was mutual, because you didn't miss how he had checked you out and he smiled proud of his jokes every time you laughed

after the wine glasses and talks he was now your best friend. now seated in bar stools , looking for new cocktails to try and playing a new game he had teached you. 

throwing assumptions and judging the people by their movements and looks 

 “i think she works in a pet shop store” you said serious “no she doesn't” he said frowning , “of course she does, look at her hair, she's has those tiny ponytails that they do on sharpays” and he laughed so hard that some people around you turned to you making you giggle. 

“its your turn now” you said looking at him, the still stranger was looking for a new prey. now while he was concentrated you took a look at him, with the color lights from the dance floor reflecting on his face and his hands scratching his beard concentrated watching how the guests danced at the djs music, he looked beautiful, and now you knew that it was the alcohol effect mixed with you falling out of love with your boyfriend. 

while looking at him you reached your hand to grab the cup but unintentionally dropped it making a mess on the high table, your legs were covered in sticky vodka, tonic water and red berries. the cold made you gasp and he turned fast to look at you and helped you by grabbing some tissues and putting them in your thighs, looking down at the liquid running thru your legs you couldn't help but stop wiping the table and look at his hands on your skin, his hands were big and his fingers long,  had a little 3 on his little finger, and was wearing a horse shoe ring on his index. the feeling of his touch on your inner thighs and the amount of alcohol that you had drank made you laugh, he raised his head and looked at you confused with a smile on his lips “i think i should go to the bathroom”, “yeah sure, i'll go with you i have to wash my hands” he said not before grabbing the beer bottle and walking behind you.

the bathroom was occupied so you were in a narrow hallway waiting for your turn to go in. standing before him and close to his body, face to face. 

the music was low making everything more intimate and you wanted to check if he was actually on the same page as you, “nothing’s going to happen” he shook his head “no, of course not”. “i’m in love with someone” you said, looking into his eyes. “me too” he agreed and continued “and i cant stand cheating. i’ve been there. never again” you nodded “right. cheating is…” “no good” he followed.

less than a meter between you and you asked “but where do you draw the line?” he smiled and shook his head before answering seriously “you can feel it”. “if i do this…” you got closer to him and took the bottle from his hands taking a sip in front of him while he looked straight into you “is that cheating?” you returned it to his hands and he held it “no” he said now drumming the glass of the bottle with his fingers, you stood there “what about this?” he got closer, making you lean on the wall behind you still looking into his eyes with your hands on your back. your faces inches away, you held your look into his eyes “no, that's permissible” you said smiling “is it?” he asked now as he raised his right hand to caress your bare shoulder. you weren't expecting it so you stood straight and he parted. 

you were playing with fire now.

you were still looking at his eyes when the door opened and a girl walked out of the bathroom. you make a few steps when you hear him behind you “is it cheating if i go inside with you” you laughed and held the door open for him to come inside, he left the bottle of beer on the counter and turned to look at you as you pulled down your panties and sat on the wc “there's nothing sexual about this” he said still looking at you, “not at all, is just a little awkward” you said now taking your hands to your face and trying to contain the laugh. he doesn't even try and suddenly your laughs are bouncing off the walls. 

you were both now on the dance floor, dancing to some old hits. he had great moves, not the best ones that you've seen but not the worst ones either. 

you raised your arms to the ceiling while singing when you felt his hands on your waist, getting you closer to him “is this still cheating?” he said closer to your ear so you could hear. “i dont think so” you rounded his neck with your arms “is this?” you whispered and he shook his head making you smile and swing with him and you stayed there with your head laying on his shoulder. 

the bride had dragged you to the dance floor, gathering all the ladies for the bouquet toss and while everyone else was on the first row, fighting for the best place to catch the flowers you stood on the back looking at the man in green in a green tuxedo, you were shrugging your shoulders miming at him “i'm not ready for this” when the bouquet fall right in front of your heels and the bride went straight into your arms hugging you so hard. He started clapping and you could only hear his laugh louder than the music

“congratulations, you're the next to walk down the aisle” the man said walking by your side in the backyard under the moonlight. “im sure im going to be the last one between everyone else” he put his hands on his pockets, you hugged your arms because of the cold weather and took a seat on the wooden bench leaving the flowers on your lap “you never know” you smiled and looked at the white flowers when he took the bouquet and started to cut some tiny flowers and putting them on your hair, you turned to him, now sitting in front of each other closely, you cut one and put it on top of his right ear. “the purple matches your eyes” you caressed his soft curls and he put one of his hands on your thighs while looking at you. “i think you're so cute with this crown made of flowers” he led his hand to your cheek and got closer to you, making you feel the warm breath at the corner of your lips but the sudden noise of some drunk guys made you part, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

after saying goodbye to jack and his now wife you were both walking on the street side by side in silence, but it wasn't awkward it felt natural to you. once on the street corner he said “i'm going this way” pointing to his right and stopping his steps “okay” you said in front of him, but not moving anywhere, not wanting to leave him “what's your name?” he bit his tongue “y/n” you left out and he nodded “im daniel. daniel…” “dont say it” you shook your head “why not?” he said confused “ill find you in social media and…” “good thinking” he kept his eyes on you “okay” he smiled “bye” you said. “bye” he replied, turning around and taking a few steps but then stopped and looked at you again. “we didn't cheat” he said loudly “no” you were walking to the left“not at all” he was crossing the street “no” shook his head “bye” you said before walking slowly to your car, leaving daniel behind.

[softtdaisy]

It’s the beginning of the month so here comes my fic recs. I’ve read a lot of amazing fics this month, thanks again to all the wonderful writers over here who take the time to write and make my day so much better (yes, even those who made me cry). As always, remember to reblog and/or comment your favorite fic, author needs support 💜

SUMMER RECS | SEPTEMBER RECS  | OCTOBER RECS | NOVEMBER RECS | DECEMBER RECS | JANUARY RECS

* indicates work that contains nsfw contents

CHARLES LECLERC

Names of love by @kiwisa​

winter training means getting in that cardio by @whorekneecentral *

Pillow talk by @justspreadmythighs​

Someday & old times by @scooterari​

My forever Valentine by @vividwritinglove​

The curse & its part 2 by @coolbanana44​

Feel by @estevries​

Ruin the friendship by @monzamash​ *

Something by @leclsrc​

Done by @silverstonesainz​

Love letters by @absolutelynotmate​

PETER PARKER

Touch by @forever-rogue​

Memories of you by @stilesmieczyslaw​

Snowed in by @huffle-pissed​

Flowers and chocolate for Valentine’s day by @keeryshouse​

Stained by @forourmoons​

Doughnuts by @forourmoons​

Forever in your eyes by @writingfics-passingtime​

Prototypes by @warrenwrites​

STEVE HARRINGTON

Be mine by @king-keery​ *

invisible string by @supernovafics​

To be alone together by @katsu28​

Montana Motel by @rustedhearts​ *

Quiet my fears (with the touch of your hands) by @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat​

Maroon by @forevermoreharrington​ *

Am I your favorite? by @hollandsangel​

Keep it quiet for me by @my-my-only-angel​ *

SPENCER REID

Soft hugs by @softdoctorreid​

Finding out about JJ’’s confession by @swtnrcmnt​

Visitors list by @loml-maybank​

Angel by @masivechaos​

This one by @mmoonpies​

Geniuses by @talaok​

Easy fix by @judeswhore​

[f1version]

2000s baby! ★ 2K CELEBRATION

note. welcome to my 2k celebration !! this is still crazy, this last week has crazy. you are so amazing and have no idea how happy i am, feel free to request all you want. thank you so so much <3

schedule. september 18th — october 1st

navigation ★ masterlist ★ request

get to know me! — ask questions about my life, opinions, studies, recs, curiosities, favorites, advice, f1 stories, experiences, or gossip with me, anything you want!

game on — ask me to play tumblr games such as cym, top 5, fmk / kmk, would you rather, etc

gallery — request a driver + prompt ( e.g. lewis + late night drive ) and i' make a moodboard for it

little things — request a driver + prompt or a song and i will write some headcanons

on my phone — send me a song + a driver and i'll write an instagram au based on it!

the lost files — if you've submitted a request before and i haven't done it, let me know which one so i can find it and do it! (i'll answer through the original request! )

writing for ★ carlos sainz jr. ★ chares leclerc ★ oscar piastri ★ max verstappen ★ lando norris ★ lewis hamilton ★ george russell ★ alex albon ★ lance stroll ★ daniel ricciardo ★ yuki tsunoda ★ mick schumacher ★ frederik vesti ★ arthur leclerc

mutuals. @lorarri @sainzcaleruega @goldsainz @cartierre @thatsdemko @holllandtrash @willowpains @monzabee @mehrmonga @sainzclerc @hmxltn @lovelytsunoda @chrysanthemonza @silverstonesainz @formulaforza @silverszobo @redclercs @winterbarnesblog @rose-tinted-juls @ricc3rodeo @ofsaintandsinner @vinvantae @lxnceclercs @strawberrysainz @forteafy @a-distantdreamer @silversainz @sebscore @squderia @diorleclerc @writingstoraes @kiwisa @oconso @lxclerc @fleetwooods @softiecharlie @44mercs @silvervioletvalentine @thebearchives @vamossainz55 @deviltsunoda @kevinsdsy @misspaddockverse @whore4mount @softtdaisy @graveyard-dates @butterfliesbysainz

[thisismeracing]

Millie's one year celebration

Last month (almost a month ago!!!) on the 21st we hit my 1st anniversary here on Tumblr and I couldn't let this date go by without celebrating with you guys.

🟡 This anniversary (from May 19th to the 26th) requests will be open for Patrons. I’ll leave a post there and you can submit your request. If you’re shy about it, anons here will be open as well, just make sure to let me know it's from Patreon. I will try to write long pieces, but we’ll go with the inspo, so your request can be met with a 2k-word piece or an 800-word blurb.

🟢 Here on Tumblr I will be answering scenarios, headcanons, scene prompts, and so on, so feel free to send me something!

🟣 Patreon will now be $5, and I’ll try to follow a week's schedule there.

Suggestions:

🪩 headcanons;

💌 blurbs;

🪴 moodboards;

🪐 thirsty thoughts (scenarios or scenes - all smutty);

🍋 regular thots;

🏁 ask me about my wips;

🍄 this or that (make me choose between two things);

🥰 this is Millie matching (describe yourself and I'll tell you which pilot I think would match with you);

You can send me a song, a pilot, a trope, some quote, a scenario, or anything that may help me make your request come to life!

tagging a few moots: @thearchieves @forza-hamilton @struggling-with-drivers @non-stop-imagines @saintslewis @silverstonesainz @goldsainz @russellsppttemplates @pickingupmymercedes @leclercsluv @mehrmonga @myheartgoesvroom @dancininseptember @tsukishimawhore @love4lando @emjayewrites @serpenttines

[monzabee]

Hello Bee

Could you please give me some good& completed Charles series recs thankss ❤️

hello honey!! to be honest with you i have no idea if i know of any completed charles series, but here's some that i can think of:

— seasons of love @formulaforza is a great one and i especially love the seasons elements to it, but i am very much biased because i love mack's writing! — another great recommendation is the winner takes it all by @silverstonesainz , i love angst, i am an angst girl so what can i say?? — @curiousthyme has a collection of charlos threesome fics that i'm not sure if they are a series or not, but i'm pretty sure it is and if you're looking for a spicy option then it will hit the spot - also i am automatically a fan of anything ivy writes so there you go. — an honorable mention is deal by @golden-cherry , it is not yet completed (it's apparently going to be a long one so i'm very happy about that), but it's most probably one of my fav things i've red/read on here, so if you can consider an ongoing option, definitely check that out!

[strawberrysainz]

helllooo. 🥹 i am absolutely overjoyed to have hit 1k followers just after a year of beginning to write on for f1blr.

my favourite part of having moots and followers is that i get to know all of you!! and i’d love to use this opportunity for you to get to know me and vice versa. so i’ve got some fun asks for you!!!

🍓 song rec -> you know all my fics’ titles are taken from titles of songs i like. so drop a bit of info about you as an f1 fan/some lore/a random event in your life/vibes idk (can totally be anon!) and i’ll give you a song rec!

🖋️ haiku -> this one is going to be SO fun. make ma write a haiku about an f1 driver/celeb/character/something/you (i haven’t written a haiku since grade 5 but it sounded fun) so i get to write something but in a diff way!

⚡️ blurb -> make me write a blurb about an f1 driver of your choice (that i write for as seen in my masterlist) with any prompt from this list! (if you want it to be nsfw, add in a prompt of your own)

🏎️ ama -> ask me ANYTHING. a fmk question, this or that, a weird question, opinions, uni life, love life (😔), my f1 fan career, absolutely anything you can think of. i love yapping about myself so this will be great.

or just send in anything! we’re going to have so much fun.

tagging some moots here:

@f1version @formulaforza @softtdaisy @starkwlkr @monzabee @folkloresthings @diorleclerc @thebearchives @ricc3rodeo @rose-tinted-juls @offriendandfoe @vinvantae @a-distantdreamer @agentstarkid @silverstonesainz @danielfuckingricciardo @monzamash @norrisleclercf1 @imsorare @leclsrc @lxnceclercs @vetteltea @b-bradshaw @sbdskate @goldsainz @charlesluvr @poetsblvd @fernandoswarcrimes @redclercs @koibleufish @formula-hamilton @rachstash 🍓❤️‍🔥💋

[vetteltea]

Birthday 1K! [REQS OPEN AT THE END]

Hello! As a lot of you did notice, I fell off the face of Tumblr for a few weeks, mainly from adjusting to the fact it’s now 2024 and it was my birthday! 24 has never been so terrifying. 

Whilst absent, I was also absolutely stunned to see that this blog has now hit 1K followers. I am truly in awe; I want to thank each and every one of you for coming along on this insane journey! However, there are a few people I would like to thank in particular: 

@a-distantdreamer: g, you have been one of my closest since day one, nothing sort of one of the best. thank you for every single day of love, conversations, breaking down everything DR3 related and of course baby badger.

@formulaforza: mackie, oh my lord there was never a sweeter name. you mean the absolute world to me, even when i tell you and you still don’t believe me. you’re sunshine and laughter and the colour of Charles’ eyes. truly, you are one of the most talented writers around and I will never, never get sick of crying over the MA AU. i love you so much. SO much. 

@vinvantae: the duo under the rein of the most evil men, but also my fellow dilf advocate. you’re nothing short of perfection, so kind and warm and honestly it makes my day every single time we speak. i cannot tell you how many sebastian things I will keep coming to you with. 

@silverstonesainz: dani, you have quite genuinely been one of my idols for so long and i now get to call you my friend. you’re so strong, creative, funny and my absolute favourite person to manifest our wag futures and scream about ferrari together with. you make my life so much brighter. 

As a celebration of 1K and my birthday, I’m opening requests for a celebration! Please see the flavours of birthday cake below and request whatever you would like! 

🧁 strawberry cake: send me a driver and I will create a little birthday AU post from them!

🧁 vanilla cake: send a prompt from this list and your favourite driver!

🧁 chocolate cake: ask the admin anything!

🧁 red velvet cake: send a spicy prompt from this list and your favourite driver!

[scuderiasundays]

the way i do

summary: holiday traditions lead to flashbacks of the right person he met at the wrong time 💌

words: 706

a/n: haven't written in ages but something compelled me to write this short piece (slightly inspired by "long live"). timely considering it’s taylor’s birthday! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, and @silverstonesainz just because. any and all feedback much appreciated as always! hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

"Papa, who's this? The lady standing beside you?"

Isla, the spitting image of her father, looked up at Lando with those piercing blue-green eyes. With Christmas just around the corner, the Norris family honored their long-standing tradition of leafing through old photos together. A storied career and a blissful family life had amassed into a pile of scrapbooks as tall as young Isla herself.

Yet, Lando found himself taken aback as Isla's chubby pointer finger rested on a particular figure in the photo. This image, long tucked away in a box of sentimental keepsakes, hadn't seen the light of day in ages. He was captivated by the scene of pure elation, his champagne-soaked figure, and the look of admiration in her eyes. This was São Paulo 2023, his last podium in a tumultuous season. Coincidentally, it was the last time he laid eyes on her, though not by his own choosing.

-

The stakes were palpably high as the Formula 1 season drew to a close. Despite the heightened cheers from the crowd, the pressure bore down on Lando, almost devouring him whole. The two were similar in that way, devout believers in what Lando playfully termed a "don’t let them in, don’t let them see" mentality.

You had known for months that Lando wasn’t being upfront with you. You hadn’t been there as much as he desired in a season that had tested his belief in McLaren and, more importantly, his self-confidence. It resonated in his voice and his wandering gaze when he spoke of other drivers’ partners following them from race to race. Lando had always made it a point to acknowledge and champion your genuine passion for clinical genetics. You had been the one to introduce Lando to Girlstart, a nonprofit dedicated to exposing young girls to high-quality STEM experiences. Your heart grew twice its size as you watched him interact with the girls throughout the race weekend. However, it wasn't lost on you that, despite honoring your independence, half of his being yearned for the simplicity of going to bed and waking up beside you every day.

As the team gathered for a celebratory group photo, you entwined your fingers with his as you lined up in front of Lando's garage. Three reassuring squeezes, a habit from their early dating days when privacy was paramount. He squeezed right back. Mentally, you pledged to open up to him later, fully aware that you risked losing the person who mattered most.

-

You sat with him by the hotel pool, a glass of rosé in hand. You needed all the liquid courage you could get for what was about to ensue.

"What’s the matter?" Lando gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"I need you to be honest with me, not just because I’m asking, but because you love me. Do you think this is working?"

"What kind of question is that, love?"

"I know this might seem out of the blue, but I’ve been contemplating this deeply, and I-." A single tear fell as you struggled to gather your thoughts.

"Hey, hey, hey. I already know what you’re about to say. It’s alright."

"You do?"

"I’ve had this strange feeling all weekend. Something about our connection and all." Your heart shattered as his eyes fell.

"I wonder if I’ll ever find a love like ours again," he said, his voice shaking.

"Oh, but you will, Lando. I just know it."

"Feels far-fetched at the moment."

He leaned into the crook of your neck, the cold metal of his necklaces laying against your skin.

"Are we consciously uncoupling right now?" you asked, seeing the faintest smile emerging on his lips.

"An amicable separation in every sense. None of that Hollywood bullshit."

-

Just one glance at that photo had transported Lando to that night so many years back. The years that had gone by allowed him to really take her image in. The way her eyes crinkled, the dimples he so loved, and the evident pride emanating as she cupped his face.

She must’ve really loved me, he thought to himself.

"That’s Y/N, darling. Someone special who made daddy smile like no other."

"The way I do?"

"The way you do, sweet Isla."

[leclsrc]

favourite writers?

there are severalllll and i have answered something like this before but i am willing to go into detail! it’s crazy how much i can nerd out about them but i’ll tryy to keep things brief lol

@formulaforza writes absolutely beautifully; when i write i think of emulating her. she has a knack for being able to write these little slivers of romance that you otherwise would only know if you experienced it in real life. she writes love/loss/heartbreak very lovingly and puts so much care & craft into what she puts out… seeing the process of her work is a privilege i hold close to me as her friend <3 reading any of mack’s work feels soo poetic and she injects comedy into the most like mundane moments to make everything tie together so much better

@silverstonesainz was the first person i read on f1blr and she remains the person whose masterlist i binge the most to this day bahhahaa her way with words is so beautiful and she weaves through emotion so well — her angst will make u cry but also her fluff will make you shut off ur phone to collect urself and breathe easy again. her knack for detail means u can imagine exactly what she’s trying to convey and simultaneously make it ur own…. also such a joy to scroll through her blog and its cute coordinating themes :)

@schuvries’ dogs of war series is a true example of crazy world building and you will never tire of rereading each chapter with the immmmmmense detail and level of writing that goes into it… she’s also so good at making reading an immersive experience via memes/wips/edits/art that she re/posts like what. pinch me because her talent makes the universe feel so real

@oconso’s work fell off the talent tree and hit every branch on the way down — she always finds a way to hit the spot with fluff and smut hahaa her drabbles are short and sweet in that u will find urself in a constant reread loop and ur eyes will be bloodshoot and ur jaw will be tired from smiling/squealing

other writers i have read/been reading a lot lately include @curiousthyme and @diorleclerc (smut Truly hits wow… wow), @thebearchives and @vamossainz55 (both so lovely and succint with fluff and i always enjoy reading my favorite few fics from them!)

[lovelytsunoda]

the christmas collection 2023!

i hope everyone enjoyed the cozy collection this year! i had a lot of fun coming up with ideas and writing the fics out, as well as participating in kinktober for a few days. it was also nice to write for some underrated drivers that i adore, including those who are in indycar.

i plan to bring all of that energy right over to my new winter collection, with stories based in holiday cheer going from november and right up until new years.

PROPER FICS

santa stole my girlfriend // callum ilott

his childhood best friend is back home for the holidays. they've always been close, and so many people have assumed they were a couple. but they're not. they were only ever just friends. so why does callum hate her new boyfriend so much?

sleigh ride // lance stroll

lance doesn't celebrate christmas, it's just not his thing. also, he's jewish, so there's that. but his girlfriend loves christmas, and he wants to find a way to make it special. (read: proposal)

the great christmas light fight - george russell

there's something about the male ego. y/n russell definitely did not expect her happy newlywed christmas to turn into a christmas light war between her husband and their neighbour. turns out, the neighbour's wife isn't too happy about this arrangement either. (loosely inspired by matthew broderick and danny devito's 'deck the halls')

silent night - alex albon

alex has a fun festive surprise in store for the whole family. that is, if he doesn’t wake the kids in the process. he’s a man on a mission: cookies to eat, milk to drink, stockings to stuff and snowy footprints to leave on the family room floor.

vermont // daniel ricciardo

You hate heights, but your friend convinced you to go skiing for the first time and now the ski lift is broken and you’re kind of freaking out, so it’s my job to comfort you

god knows i’ve tried // yuki tsunoda

"and if i get sick because i sacrificed my jacket for you, i'd hope you take care of me." (lawson!reader, jacket-sharing and mutual pining!, reader writes cozy mystery novels)

naughty list - oscar piastri

. “Let’s be naughty together and save Santa the trip.”

INSTAGRAM AUS

castle on the hill // lando norris

it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas // oscar piastri

merry and bride // charles leclerc

my sloppy new years kiss // liam lawson (piastri!reader!)

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @httpiastri @sidcrosbyspuck @thatsdemko @lorarri @cartierre @love4lando @silverstonesainz @twinkodium

[goldsainz]

FROM THE VAULT

rules: tell me about 1-5 ideas that you've not written a single word for yet. (notes don't count)

tagged by: @percervall (tysm for the tag!)

tagging: @lorarri @lecsainz @silverstonesainz @redclercs @vetteltea @thatsdemko @pierregazly @oconso (feel free to ignore!)

1. AUSSIE LOVE: oscar piastri x ricciardo!reader

your tense relationship with the second aussie of the grid has just too much to bear. enemies to lovers. smau.

2. YOU BELONG WITH ME: lando norris x reader

you have a boyfriend, lando wishes it was him. smau.

3. UNNAMED: lewis hamilton x reader

lewis always worries about you, so it’s only natural that you do the same. written.

4. AFTERGLOW: daniel ricciardo x reader

the third instalment of the august “series”. smau.