'04. she/her. pisces. bisexual. ferrari enthusiast. english isn't my first language.

ⅰ. masterlist. ⅱ. crisis management. (my inbox) iii. choose your driver. (list of who i write for)

⟶ my latest work.

find my driver!oc series on @motomam1

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who do i write for? i mostly write for f1 and some of the f2 boys. honestly, i just write for whoever i feel like, there's no pattern or anything. whenever an idea strucks my mind i just look for who would fit best and that's about it.

what do i write? at the moment, i settled for social media!aus because i think they're fun to do. i used to write fanfiction on various websites (mainly tumblr and wattpad) but i'm currently not comfortable with posting whole fanfictions because i haven't written anything coherent in ages. maybe that will change in the future, who knows, but now i'm just sticking to social media!aus.

can you request? my inbox is always open for new ideas, inspiration, criticism, basically anything. however, i do this just for fun and whenever i find the time, please don't be mad when i don't immediately pick up your requests. expect some inconsistency in my posting schedule.

NIGHTS LIKE THIS | ob3

❝ It's night like this when I need your love ❞

synopsis: and if only one night is meant for the two of us, is it worth falling in love for?

pairing: ollie bearman x fem!reader warnings: sweet, flirting, making out, angst, google translate italian word count: 4k

The gym was packed with loud teenagers, all talking at a rapid speed trying to overcome the booming music that echoed through the big speakers. Everyone was dressed in gorgeous evening wear, most of the girls adorned glittery dresses while the boys stuck to traditional black suits. There was some finger food displayed on tables on the side, bowls filled with alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks quenching the students’ and teachers’ thirst. 

Ollie found himself misplaced among the Italian teenagers. He had only moved there a year ago and since he entered Formula Two, he barely attended any of his classes. He wasn’t even sure how exactly he had graduated, just that the heavy burden of getting good grades got lifted from his shoulders. 

At least one less thing he had to worry about.

His parents were long gone, only having stuck around for the official ceremony until they left him to “have fun with his fellow peers”. It’s ironic, he thought, since he didn’t even know most of their names.

The drink in his hand only had a few sips left, the prosecco leaving a bittersweet taste on his tongue. He felt a soft buzz from the alcohol, but ultimately decided against getting wasted with people he didn’t even fully understand. It was partially his fault, he never cared enough to pay attention in his Italian language class. 

“Che tragedia!” (How tragic!) He could hear his Italian teacher in the back of his mind. “Your Italian è terribile!” (Your Italian is terrible!)

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aaiiii thank you so much babes! and i agree, dua needs to have a comeback sometime

thank you soo much!!! <3

i'm currently going through my inbox and saw this hahaha i'm sorry but i don't have a taglist here :/

but still thank you so much!

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my spanish is absolutely horrible since i only started learning it a few months ago but his new album is soooooo good and just sparked new inspiration and motivation!

i'm really glad you've enjoyed what came out of it (even if it's more sad than anything)

DEBÍ TIRAR MÁS FOTOS | bad bunny

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU bad bunny x sainz!reader (fc: paulina chavez)

ALLIGATOR BITES NEVER HEAL | d.starkey

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU drew starkey x fem!hamilton!sister (fc: doechii) odessa a'zion x fem!hamilton!sister (formerly)

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'i bet on losing dogs' by mitski was written about logan's tragic formula one history and you can't change my mind about that

CHIHIRO | lh44

synopsis: and if all is too late, is there still a way to salvage what we once called love?

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader (formerly), theo james x fem!reader (mentioned) warnings: angst, heartbreak, (some) vulgar language, lots of dialogue, no use of y/n word count: 2.1k

You’re fine. 

Everything’s fine.

You’re so close.

No one can take this away from you now.

Taking a deep breath, the only thing you could concentrate on were your shaky hands in front of you, the many voices behind you overlapping and blurring into each other. You couldn’t distinguish your mother’s voice from your sister’s, or your bridesmaid’s from your friend’s. Your dad was out there somewhere, getting everyone to take their destined place to take one worry off your mind. 

The dress you picked out months ago suddenly starts to suffocate you, the white blinding your eyes in an uncomfortable manner. You couldn’t decipher what happened. A minute ago you felt like the most beautiful woman on earth and the next you felt like ripping off your own skin. 

You have cold feet.

No, no I don’t.

“I think I need some fresh air.”

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