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note: if you've sent me a request and you haven't seen me post it, i'm working on it i promise!
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Hi! I think I read a Max fic that might have been by you? I remember it was very angsty and it was about a singer reader who was Max's best friend situationship that rejected him and there was a Lewis romance in there but I can't find it on your profile. Sorry if I'm mistaken
hey sweetheart! no need to apologise but i do think you’ve got the wrong blog, i even had to check what i’ve written 💀😭 so don’t worry. i will make a max verstappen masterlist to simplify matters on what i post soon. if any of my lovely readers on here know what fic were referring to here please comment it down below 💕💕💕
summary: in the world of formula 1, where competition runs deep and loyalties are tested, yn wolff and max verstappen found themselves caught in the middle . as the daughter of mercedes team principal and the rising red bull star, they must navigate the balance between rivalries and love. wc:13.5k. READ PART ONE
folkie radio: HERE IT IS !!!! THE OTHER PART OF THEIR STORY !!! first of all i want to thank you all for the incredible support on part one, it was so nice to read all of your feedback ! please make sure to leave some feedback on this part as well. let me know ALL of your thoughts, and most importantly, ENJOY!
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i am in shambles at 10:46am AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hello 👋👋👋
Just a quick suggestion! Maybe u can put wether or not a series is complete or still ongoing in the masterlist. It will be even more organised this way!
Ps: I do not mean for this to sound rude, I'm really sorry if it does ❤️❤️❤️
hell yes!! ill do that now pooks, thank you for the recommendation <3
codes: ✦ angst
ONE SHOTS
✦ amnesia - ex!reader summary: it has been a while since oscar and his girlfriend broke up, but some days he wishes he could wake up with amnesia. he misses her, he misses them, he loves her, but she doesn't love him.
million dollar woman - millionaire!reader summary: she knew he was an f1 driver, he knew she did something in an office. money was never talked about, it just existed - what oscar didn't know was that she was arguably much richer than he is
forgotten birthday | gf!reader summary: she knew oscar had a busy schedule, but her boyfriend of so many years forgetting her birthday still hurt more than she cared to admit. unless, had he?
✦ courage | best friend!reader summary: in their small beat up town you had two options. get out or stay stuck in the same vicious cycle fell into - drugs, alcohol and partying. oscar knew what he wanted to do, her however, he wasn't too sure.
✦ haunted | catholic!oscar summary: ever since he left for univeristy, he stopped going to church. but when things got shit there is only one place you can go to. the pretty cathedral in the town centre called his name, or did it? was it the cathedral or was it the voice?
high school sweethearts | uni!oscar summary: step one, you must accept that i'm a little out my mind. she was the weird girl, insane even - no body liked her, but oscar did.
new years dream | uni!oscar x singer!reader summary: oscar couldn't count how long he'd spent loving his best friend, but she was her and he was him. there was no way she could love him. on a night out on new years he finds her, he sees her and he wishes the words didn't dry up on his tongue.
sports car | zak's daughter!reader summary: she wants him. she wants him and his sports car, and she doesn't care how scandlous it gets if she'll get a ride on him and the car
✦ silver spoon | gf!reader summary: she was raised in fear, never knowing whether the next words spewed at her would be words of love or hatred. he was raised with the light left on and words of praise. they say opposites attract, but not in every scenario.
✦ kiss of death | uni!oscar summary: each valentine's day she gets her heart broken, each valentines all oscar can do is watch. until this year, this year he swears he'll tell her.
✦ good luck babe | ex bestfriend!reader summary: he told her that her life would end up this way, he told her she wouldn't be happy and now all he can do is sit there and say i told you so.
timezone | ex!reader summary: oscar fucked up, he let the love of his life slip out of his hands and enough is enough. he needs her back.
SMAU
professor piastri? - teacher!reader summary: oscar has a partner? she's a teacher? how did that even happen
home race - trilangual!reader summary: oscar has a habit of claiming every race of his as his own, now that his girlfriend speaks so many languages and she's teaching him, surely he can add more right?
SERIES
secret sister smau - norris!reader summary: lando never wanted the world to know about his sister, for her safety and also because he knows how much of a menace she is. on her 21st birthday he makes a birthday post for her letting the world know she exists - what he doesn't prepare for is his teammate catching feelings.
part one | part two | part three - completed
✦ chicago | single mum!reader summary: he fell in love with chicago, she told him she was all alone, but she wasn't - that was the problem
part one | part two | part three | part four - completed
skyfall | spy!reader summary: the two of them work for two different associations, they run into eachother more times than they would like to, what happens when tensions start to clash
part one | part two | part three - completed
no time to die | spy!reader - sequel to skyfall
part one | part two | part three - completed
✦ free now | author!reader summary: she was an author with no inspiration and a deadline. he was a formula one driver looking for a break. when those two hearts cross, you'd think it would make a fairytale story
HELLO TIMEZONE WAS SO GOOD??? I WAS FREEZING AND IT LITERRALLY WARME ME FROM HOW OOD IT WAS OMD
I FEAR ILL NEVER BE ABLE TO TOP IT WHEN I WRITE A FIC BASED ON TIMEZONE </3
ANYHOW YOU ALWAYS EAT FICS UP FR FR !!!!!
i fear that people love the fluff more than the angst so i guess i’ll have to start writing more (more fluff incoming)
an: i can’t really remember how this idea came to me but i was listening to this song and the scenario popped in and consider this a late international women’s day fic bc let’s put respect on the real brains
wc: 5.7k
1940’s London
THE RAIN HAMMERED AGAINST THE CARRIAGE ROOF as it rattled through the darkened streets of London. The city reeked of coal smoke and damp earth, the fog curling around gas lamps like ghostly fingers. Inside, she sat rigid, fingers clenched in the folds of her lace gloves, the weight of her family’s ambition pressing against her ribs like a corset pulled too tight.
She was to be married tonight. Bound by ink and blood to a man she had never met, save for whispers of his name spoken in caution. Lando Norris. A name that carried weight in the underbelly of the city, a name that made men straighten their backs and women lower their gazes. A name that would now belong to her.
Historical fiction always catches my attention and thank God it does because it means I had the absolute privilege to read this. Right away I was there, like in the setting, feeling the rain, smelling the roughness of the house, everything. Oh gorgeous.
And the characterization?? The outfits?! Oh I’m obsessed. Every little detail even down to the descriptions of her undergarments, the furniture in the house, the way they speak, everything is so thought out and real.
And we love a female character standing out against the routines of societies in a time where that was frowned upon!! And how she made him nervous without even ‘trying’!! Make him uncomfortable in a feeling he’s unfamiliar with!! But yes I love that she proves herself (not like she needs to, however) as becoming useful wen he underestimated her, aiding him in his ‘work’, that’s so delicious.
And some fave lines:
“Bending down, she grasped the handles of her two trunks—heavy with silk, lace, and a life she hadn’t chosen—and lifted them without hesitation.” Let me kiss this line rq
“"You’re not raised as Verstappen daughter without knowing those rules," she said simply.” IM YELLING
“He was a man who took what he wanted, and right now, he wanted her.” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Without a word, he dropped to his knees before her.” THE SYMBOLISM IM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MINDDDDDDDDDD
“The room fell into a hushed sort of awe at the display. Their leader, cold and ruthless, was openly devoted to his wife in a way none of them had ever seen before. And she? She simply accepted it, like it was her due.” Take all my money, I love the prose of historical fiction writing so much. It’s so gorgeous. This is gorgeous
bro got me giggling at 7 innthr AYYY EMMM
we're back for month 2!
how it works:
entering:
posting:
that's it! this is open to anyone and everyone who likes f1, so even if you've never made a graphic before, now's your chance to start! if you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask :)
https://www.tumblr.com/theonottsbxtch/779451331096313856/marne-la-vallee-mv1
🐴 This killed me 😭 i didn’t expect that ending
i low-key teared up writing this one. i really tried it o write this one in the cold film style my inspo was off!
i had so much fun writing it and i’m glad you enjoyed it?
i’ve missed u in my inbox and will get to the request soon <3
an: so everybody look at @luvstappen and BLAME HER FOR THIS PAINFUL ANGST. kidding, this is something that will discuss some very sensitive topics and is based off a film i recently watched called vermiglio. please read the warnings before reading this. i had a lot of fun attempting to write this in the style of a cold film, i hope you guys like this as much as i loved writing it.
wc: 10k
PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS: Mentions of war, death, suicide, murder, childloss? please tread with caution when reading.
THE WAR HAD MADE GHOSTS of men long before their bodies were laid to rest. Max knew this well. He had seen it in the trenches, in the hollowed eyes of soldiers who spoke in murmurs of home but carried death in their pockets. He had seen it in the streets of his own country, where hunger and fear clung to the air like fog. He had felt it in himself, that slow erosion of self, until he was no more than a name in a ledger, a rifle in trembling hands.
So he ran.
The border was not easy to cross, but desperation is its own kind of compass. He walked where roads would betray him, hid in barns where the straw was damp and the air thick with rot. He slept little, ate less. It was not death he feared, it was capture, the weight of another man’s orders pressing against his back, the certainty that the next bullet would be his own.
And then, the village.
It was small, forgotten, crouched in the hills of Le Grand Est called Marne La Vallee where the war was a distant, bitter echo. There were soldiers, but few. There was hardship, but it had not yet hollowed out the land. Smoke curled from chimneys. Bread still cooled on windowsills. It was a place that had learned to survive, not by fighting, but by waiting.
She found him first. Or perhaps he found her. A moment, a glance, a silent understanding. The village did not ask questions, nor did she.
It was enough. For now, it was enough.
