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𝓘VY ✷ nineteen. s!they. enfp. french.
𝒊. masterlists. 𝒊𝒊. byf/dni. 𝒊𝒊𝒊. requests. 𝒊𝒗. ao3. main: @ivyquity
most recent? the ex effect (op81)
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𝒮VY'S POETRY DEPARTMENT! ✷ a 500 followers celebration
thank you so much for the milestone! i'm so happy that you all like my writing enough to stick around.
✉ here are some prompts taken from different poems/books/song lyrics/etc: just send a number + a driver + other specifics if you feel like it, and i'll write a small drabble/fic inspired by it! careful because once the line has been requested, you can't request it a second time no matter the driver. i'll take requests from 27/04/25 to 11/05/25.
DRIVERS I WRITE FOR ... charles leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, kimi antonelli, oliver bearman, pierre gasly, alex albon, isack hadjar, carlos sainz.
1. « will you love me in december as you do in may? » - they might be giants
2. « although i may not be yours, i could never be another's. » - mary shelley
3. « who wouldn't want you? whose most demonic apetite would you fail to satisfy? » - louise glück
4. « in a dream i don't tell anyone, you put your head on my lap. » - richard siken
5. « i have built a you around me, or you have. i wonder what of me there is in you. » - amal el-mohtar
6. « seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love. » - gayle forman
7. « charm me. furiously. torment me. in detail. » - hermann hesse
8. « angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, i turned away. » - scott f. fitzgerald
9. « a kiss can destroy a philosophy. » - anaïs nin
10. « i have not broken your heart─ you have broken it. and in breaking it, you have broken mine. » - emily brontë ( MAX VERSTAPPEN, SOON )
11. « i am too young and i've loved you too much. » - fyodor dostoyevsky
12. « in his arms, i slowly unfolded like a love note read in secrets. » - jill s. alexander
13. « i have never loved before as i love you─ with tenderness, to the point of tears. » - vladimir nabokov ( OSCAR PIASTRI, SOON )
14. « perhaps we may meet each other in a dream. » - marina tsvetaeva
15. « you have no idea what a charming memory you are to me. » - friedrich nietzche
16. « there’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned. » - shakespeare
17. « if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. but you know what i am. » - jane austen
18. « i find a parallel to us in every romance. » - agnes von kurowsky ( OSCAR PIASTRI, SOON )
19. « come live with me and be my love. » - christopher marlowe
20. « battered and wrecked, i come to you first─ » - homer
#ᯓ events.ᐟ#ᯓ ivy's poetry department.ᐟ#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc x reader#max verstappen x reader#alex albon x reader#pierre gasly x reader#isack hadjar x reader#kimi antonelli x reader#carlos sainz x reader#oliver bearman x reader#f1 x reader#formula 1#f1#f1 x you#formula one x reader#formula one x you
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how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag
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✶ THE EX EFFECT
summary: being oscar piastri's pr manager is... uneventful, to say the least. that is, until your most recent ex winds up the mclaren garage. in an attempt to prove him something, the arm you end up grabbing is oscar's. now the word is spreading around the paddock that you're his (fake) girlfriend and it turns into a beneficial pr opportunity for him and a perfect cover up for you. except oscar gets a little too good at it, and all the reminders in the world are not enough for you to keep in mind that this is fake.
pairing: oscar piastri x pr manager!fake gf!reader
wc: 19.2k
cw: not proofread, past toxic relationship, annoyances/colleagues to lovers, fake dating, he falls first, sort of third act breakup, oscar is slightly ooc, very light angst, season timeline is fucked but who cares! romance! clichés! drama!
note: requested here, i know nothing about pr, this was supposed to be short but i couldn't stop myself so you have this monster of a fic! i kinda hate this. anyways, enjoy!
WHEN YOU FOUND out you’d aced your interview, you thought to yourself, the sleepless nights carrying group projects every other member had procrastinated were worth it. The number of social events you passed on to finish top of your class─valedictorian, Communications major with a Journalism minor─had paid off because you had just landed a job as PR manager in Formula One. Not just in any team, either: McLaren. You were ready to dive into the glamour, the glitz, and the hardships of the sport. To thrive in the pressure, the politics, the media storms. You were ready to shine.
Except you were managing Oscar ‘No Emotions’ Piastri, and nobody thought about telling you that.
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under pink light in june ⸻ alex albon x reader .
featuring alex albon , summer camp au , slow burn , two idiots in love word count 2.5k author’s note first alex request WHO CHEERED !! this one is for @tsunodaradio - kae , you are SUCH an incredible writer and i’m in love with your work . writing this was a dream and i hope you love it as much as i do ! i’m still working through requests but this might be my last fic for a tiny bit bc … finals . as always , please tell me what you think or send me a request ! love you all <3 title is from close to you by gracie abrams .
54: a bunk bed and a crush .
Summer doesn’t really start until your first cannonball into the lake.
You’ve been coming here every summer for years, first as a camper and now as a counselor, and the routine is always the same — head to your cabin, find your friends, go to the welcome meeting, and then dive straight into the water. It’s always bracing in June when you arrive, enough to take your breath away, but that’s how you like it best.
You’re just trudging into your cabin, toting your ugly and monstrously large duffel bag on your shoulder, when you see Lissie waiting for you. “There’s a new guy,” she says by way of introduction, eyes sparkling. You blink, losing your concentration, and the bag falls at your feet. There’s rarely new counselors at camp: nearly all of you grew up together, coming back summer after summer, so this is the type of news everyone will be whispering about for at least the first few days. You wonder what he’ll be like — sweet like Charles? Bossy like George? You hope, at least, that he’s nice enough to get along with for the summer.
You spot him right away when you and Lissie get to the meeting, of course — he’s the only person in the room you don’t know. He’s sitting in a chair next to Lando, long legs stretched into the middle of the circle, watching everyone catch up about their years with a quiet sort of loneliness. No one’s invited him into the conversation, you realize. So you march over, sit in the empty chair next to him and promptly introduce yourself.
He turns to you, and. Whoa. Cute. “Nice to meet you. I’m Alex,” he says, and when he smiles gratefully at you, you might as well have already taken your first swim the way the breath gets knocked out of you.
losing my mind over this i reread it like three times. summer camp au is genius, i didn't even know i needed that until i laid my eyes upon it 🙇♀️ found myself kicking my feet and audibly giggling so many times. your writing style is so fluid too omgg, 10/10 reading experience would and will reread a fourth time
KIMI ANTONELLI!
. . . time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches ✶
SERIES
coming soon...
FICS
where memories went to drown| you and kimi used to be everything until you weren't. that's why you're surprised to see him in your family house, a year later. ( COMING SOON )
SMAUS
coming soon...
BLURBS/THOUGHTS
coming soon...
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OSCAR PIASTRI | It Takes Two
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✶ THE EX EFFECT
summary: being oscar piastri's pr manager is... uneventful, to say the least. that is, until your most recent ex winds up the mclaren garage. in an attempt to prove him something, the arm you end up grabbing is oscar's. now the word is spreading around the paddock that you're his (fake) girlfriend and it turns into a beneficial pr opportunity for him and a perfect cover up for you. except oscar gets a little too good at it, and all the reminders in the world are not enough for you to keep in mind that this is fake.
pairing: oscar piastri x pr manager!fake gf!reader
wc: 19.2k
cw: not proofread, past toxic relationship, annoyances/colleagues to lovers, fake dating, he falls first, sort of third act breakup, oscar is slightly ooc, very light angst, season timeline is fucked but who cares! romance! clichés! drama!
note: requested here, i know nothing about pr, this was supposed to be short but i couldn't stop myself so you have this monster of a fic! i kinda hate this. anyways, enjoy!
WHEN YOU FOUND out you’d aced your interview, you thought to yourself, the sleepless nights carrying group projects every other member had procrastinated were worth it. The number of social events you passed on to finish top of your class─valedictorian, Communications major with a Journalism minor─had paid off because you had just landed a job as PR manager in Formula One. Not just in any team, either: McLaren. You were ready to dive into the glamour, the glitz, and the hardships of the sport. To thrive in the pressure, the politics, the media storms. You were ready to shine.
Except you were managing Oscar ‘No Emotions’ Piastri, and nobody thought about telling you that.
okay shakespeareee, this was beautiful
giggling and kicking my feet thank u so much 🤭
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✶ THE EX EFFECT
summary: being oscar piastri's pr manager is... uneventful, to say the least. that is, until your most recent ex winds up the mclaren garage. in an attempt to prove him something, the arm you end up grabbing is oscar's. now the word is spreading around the paddock that you're his (fake) girlfriend and it turns into a beneficial pr opportunity for him and a perfect cover up for you. except oscar gets a little too good at it, and all the reminders in the world are not enough for you to keep in mind that this is fake.
pairing: oscar piastri x pr manager!fake gf!reader
wc: 19.2k
cw: not proofread, past toxic relationship, annoyances/colleagues to lovers, fake dating, he falls first, sort of third act breakup, oscar is slightly ooc, very light angst, season timeline is fucked but who cares! romance! clichés! drama!
note: requested here, i know nothing about pr, this was supposed to be short but i couldn't stop myself so you have this monster of a fic! i kinda hate this. anyways, enjoy!
WHEN YOU FOUND out you’d aced your interview, you thought to yourself, the sleepless nights carrying group projects every other member had procrastinated were worth it. The number of social events you passed on to finish top of your class─valedictorian, Communications major with a Journalism minor─had paid off because you had just landed a job as PR manager in Formula One. Not just in any team, either: McLaren. You were ready to dive into the glamour, the glitz, and the hardships of the sport. To thrive in the pressure, the politics, the media storms. You were ready to shine.
Except you were managing Oscar ‘No Emotions’ Piastri, and nobody thought about telling you that.
this was a work of art 😭😭😭. i actually almost cried, which never happens when i read so wow!!!! THE HEARBREAK I FELT OMG!!!! @lvrclerc i will read anything you write ever. i'm sold. sign me up for life.
YOU'RE SO SWEET 🫶 i'm so so glad you enjoyed it this much and i hope you'll enjoy whatever i write next if you're here for life 🤭
Anonymous asked:
please, please, please write oscar fake dating trope but he falls first 🙇♀️ imagine the yearning
hi! tysm for requestingg, i originally wanted to keep it short, but then i kept getting ideas so thanks to your request i wrote the biggest fic of my life lmaoo, i hope it'll be to your liking! the ending is a bit rushed, but i tried my best.
✶ THE EX EFFECT
summary: being oscar piastri's pr manager is... uneventful, to say the least. that is, until your most recent ex winds up the mclaren garage. in an attempt to prove him something, the arm you end up grabbing is oscar's. now the word is spreading around the paddock that you're his (fake) girlfriend and it turns into a beneficial pr opportunity for him and a perfect cover up for you. except oscar gets a little too good at it, and all the reminders in the world are not enough for you to keep in mind that this is fake.
pairing: oscar piastri x pr manager!fake gf!reader
wc: 19.2k
cw: not proofread, past toxic relationship, annoyances/colleagues to lovers, fake dating, he falls first, sort of third act breakup, oscar is slightly ooc, very light angst, season timeline is fucked but who cares! romance! clichés! drama!
note: requested here, i know nothing about pr, this was supposed to be short but i couldn't stop myself so you have this monster of a fic! i kinda hate this. anyways, enjoy!
WHEN YOU FOUND out you’d aced your interview, you thought to yourself, the sleepless nights carrying group projects every other member had procrastinated were worth it. The number of social events you passed on to finish top of your class─valedictorian, Communications major with a Journalism minor─had paid off because you had just landed a job as PR manager in Formula One. Not just in any team, either: McLaren. You were ready to dive into the glamour, the glitz, and the hardships of the sport. To thrive in the pressure, the politics, the media storms. You were ready to shine.
Except you were managing Oscar ‘No Emotions’ Piastri, and nobody thought about telling you that.
#oscar piastri#op81#oscar piastri x reader#op81 x reader#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri angst#op81 imagine#f1#formula one#formula 1#f1 x reader#formula one x reader#mclaren#formula 1 x reader#op81 fluff#op81 angst#oscar piastri fic#oscar piastri fanfic#ᯓ my writing.ᐟ
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the ex effect (op81) will be 10k+ words, i'm trying to make it fit in 15k but i doubt that'll work. if it ends up surpassing the 15k bar (should be lower than 20k though) would you prefer it to be split in two parts or should i just keep it whole?
it should be less than 20k, i said as i'm dangerously nearing 18k and still have the end scene to write
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ooooh ok wait can i be totally selfish and annoying and ask 🌊 and 🐋 for a max verstappen boxer au oh plssss pls pls it would fix me i think i would love you forever kiss kiss bowing down pleading begging
· · · · ♡ boxer!max verstappen…
whoever it was causing this terrible racket by your bar, you were going to fuck them up.
you were not about to scamper off in front of some low-rent punk, red light district or not. not when you spent your evenings breaking apart all of amsterdam's hot-headed idiots, who still hadn't figured out the only place for a fight was the ring five meters away...
—oh. you stopped dead in your tracks at the end of the corridor, instantly recognizing the blond-haired man huffing and puffing by the sandbag, in a corner of the ring. maybe you were not going to fuck up max verstappen. your boss would not like a run-in with the four-time boxing champion, his clandestine ring's most lucrative stallion. neither would your nose.
you observed him in silence, leaning against the concrete wall as he dealt powerful blow after powerful blow, his taut muscles glittering with sweat under the tungsten lights. hard not to be appreciative of his strong frame splitting the air open with each thunderous strike. of his breathless grunts, barely audible over the loud thumps at the ends of his fists.
"pretty intense for a morning routine," you spoke after a little while, startling him out of his trance. his head snapped as he turned on his heels, narrowed eyes and parted lips. he was handsome, when his chest was racing after a breath. you'd never seen him up close—never talked to him; you led lives on opposite sides of the bar. him on straw mats and you between bottles.
"sorry for scaring you, champ," you said joyfully as you made your way to your absolute mess of a bar.
"no, you didn't... it's just... what are you doing here?"
"well, you know, i work here and all." you chuckled back. why was the infamous mad max's flustered stuttering so damn adorable? "and someone can't deal with a closing shift to save their fucking life, so obviously i get to pick up the pieces. what are you doing here? it's barely six in the morning."
"i like to train in the morning. it's calm."
max verstappen would train in the antichamber of death if he could, you thought to yourself as your eyes slid over to the bruises and lacerations on his toned arms. the price of legend, you assumed.
"well, don't let me distract you," you had ahead of you long hours of cleaning up broken glass and—was that puke?
you groaned. thump! of course, verstappen was back at it again, cold and precise like he'd never been interrupted in the first place. you took your head into your hands, as if that could make the retching go away. thump!
"max?"
"...yes?" you'd never expected the legendary mad max to sound so soft-spoken.
"will you teach me how to punch stuff really hard sometime?"
ivy your tags ☹️☹️ i love you so much by the way dans l'univers is coming i promise!! but pair my favorite driver and a song i feel shrimp emotions about and i Will get carried away i'm so sorry
LOVE U TOO SM 🫶 this was literally perfect also pls get carried away i'd read 30k words or ur writing and more actually
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Miss Independent ! LN04
━━━━━━ Part of the LOVESICK IDOLS anthology!
SUMMARY 𝄡 You can buy your own diamonds and flowers, you always have. This independence is so sacred, it blinds you to Lando's need to provide.
PAIRING 𝄡 Lando Norris x A-List Actress! FemReader
TAGS 𝄡 Fluff, Angst.
WORDCOUNT 𝄡 4k.
NOTE 𝄡 The idea hit me in the face in the middle of the night & I knew I had to get the words out before they vanished. I don't know if I like it, it's quite messy ( & not as poetic as Thy Trophy, I fear⏤I'm keeping all my pretty metaphors for another fic lol ) but oh well! This is not proofread so if you see a typo, no you did not... Enjoy!! <33
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
It all began with the bouquet of peonies.
Paris’s avenues stirred to life with the coming of spring, perfumed by the powdery scents drifting from adorned Haussmann balconies and overflowing flower stalls. Color, in all its revelry, reclaimed its dominion, dazzling eyes long dulled by winter—a resurrection both olfactory and optical, which served as a gentle reminder that Hope would always prevail.
if thy trophy was good this one is EXCELLENT, actress reader and lando have my whole heart 🫶 your writing is gorgeous and lando's frustration was funny and heartbreaking at the same time. can't never get enough of your fics i swear