dw guys im working on fics…. but school’s absolutely fucking with me AND i terribly need to get my sleep schedule in check :( maybe fic tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I hope
ALSO IVE RANDOMLY GOTTEN THE GREATEST P.3 REQUESTS???? LIKE TWO DAYS IN A ROW FROM DIFFERENT PEOPLE ???? will write that fs u guys just wait
thanks for your support ^^
BTW!!!! short n sweet speacial is coming soooon
new theme is such a slay omg
I KOVE YOU SM THANK YOU🫶🏻🫶🏻
I MISSED U ANGEL 😞😞😞🩷🩷🩷 time to binge all my wife’s fics since I’ve been gone from tumblr aaaaa
IDK HOW I MISSED THIS ASK IM SO SORRY
BUT I GOT SO HAPPY WHEN I SAW THIS I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU💘💘💘
BITTER TITLE RIVALS WHO HATE EACH OTHER kiss and cuddle as max wins his fourth title
GUYS??????
pls for your own good read this
♥ my masterlist!
♥ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader
♥ synopsis: The aftermath.
♥ a/n: Im so upset. Im broken. This is my grieving process
Combat, I'm ready for combat,
The pre-race ritual has always been the same for Logan and you. In front of the mirror, your hands slipping around his toned midriff, nails tracing the evidence of gym sessions beneath his race suit, his helmet on its stand, air at a standstill, as his head falls back onto your shoulder with a shaky exhale.
He knew it, and you knew it.
Zandvoort was the last one, and even though no one knew that for certain, and Vowles hadn't called the meeting, hadn’t thrown down the gavel on the blonde’s dream, you both knew it and it sat in your stomachs like a weight.
He picks his head back up, and turns to face you, planting a small kiss on your nose, and you do the same.
His nose is awfully cold, but you watch him slip the helmet on, and pray that it warms him through.
I say I don't want that, but what if I do?
Watching him spin out was like the nail in the coffin.
Watching orange tongues lap at the rear of his car was enough to drive you to a Hamlet-like state; to jump in his grave, pull the casket lid wide, and scream to the onlookers your love.
When he’s back from medical, he looks at you, a silent acceptance of the end of his career quite literally going up in flames. He runs over, head buried in your chest as silent sobs wrack through his trembling frame. “Logan…” you mutter into his hair, about to ask what he thought would happen to his seat.
“I don’t even want it anymore…” he cries
“But, what if you do?”
'Cause cruelty wins in the movies,
He was told he was out 2 days before they announced it. The young Argentinian with his head hung low in the meeting room, unable to look at Logan. The cold fist of Vowles telling him what he’d been expecting, but the thought of him ruining this young boy’s career filled him with rage.
How dare he do this again. How dare he do this to another bright star, to ignite his explosion all too short of a supernova.
I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you
You try to get him to stop for a moment, but he’s sat furiously typing. He has to get it all out, he says. Too many thoughts, he says. He types and types as you hold him. Every frustration, every late upgrade, every lost nugget of feedback, every false promise, the results of which spilled into the American’s notes app like he was a teenage girl, feeling her heartbreak through lines of shower thoughts and ill-placed rhymes.
When he finished, he exhaled, and looked at you, with a weak smile, and hit delete on the note.
Easy they come, easy they go
You two don’t stay in the UK long. The boxes are full the day it’s announced and the flights to Florida only a few days after.
“Home” he had begged on that night, “If the track can’t be, I want to make home with you”
And you agreed, you packed up your life in England alongside him, the helmets and trophies of past delegated to a manila coloured box labelled “FRAGILE: HANDLE WITH CARE”
They would stay there.
For a while, at least.
I jump from the train, I ride off alone
The last thing he does is visit Oscar. Or at least, he tries to. His rosy knuckles tap on the Australian’s door one last time before he realises Oscar is not answering, despite the party going on inside the house. He is far too busy living their dream to remember to answer to the door to a boy delegated to a photograph on his mother’s refrigerator.
I never grew up, it's getting so old, Help me hold onto you
It’s like he’s 11 again, in his parent’s living room, watching ‘Top Gun’, and eating popcorn. No one has bought it up. Not you, not his parents, not Dalton, it hangs in the air like the wheel had clung to his car by a wire’s length. Instead, you all ignore it for the simple pleasure of family. You laugh as he throws popcorn at his brother like they’re children. And you smile to yourself.
He never got to be a kid, really so why not hold onto that freedom now?
I've been the archer
He’d been the winner
I've been the prey
He was the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling?
You could never leave him, darling.
But who could stay?
Home always stayed.
Hiiii i just wanna say i love your writing and i want to get into writing fics but i dont know where to start do you have any tips?
thank you so much! I have a few tips you can read down below :) or just dm me!! id happy to answer some more questions if you’d like
im quite a creative person so everytime i listen to songs, i make up stories following the lyrics! that's why for my 1k event, i chose song requests — thats where i get my inspo from anyway!
as example, writing "the greatest" was very easy for me because i went from lyric to lyric — so while i did have to make it my own story (pairing, storyline etc.) i already knew what the main point of the story was — feeling unappreciated / ignored in your own relationship, which obviously is meaning of the song.
at some point you will just go along with your own ideas from start to finish, but it's also okay if you don't. for me it's definitely easier to write to songs because i can basically 'hear' the vibe i want my readers to feel while reading my story — for the greatest, that was frustration, sadness, etc.
for the actual act of writing i don't have many tips as i am not a native speaker. all i can say is, write what you read. and i don't mean that as in 'steal other people's work', but rather as the act of finding different wording or phrasing to make your stories more appealing.
you could write ‘they felt nervous’ or you actually describe how said person’s hands were shaky and their breath unsteady — i think you get what i mean.
if you asked me to write a story in german, it would be a lot better than my english writing here on tumblr. but i’ll just keep reading and reading and reading until i can improve my own writing the way i want to :)
so - just write whatever and whenever you feel like. motivation comes and goes, so does inspiration. i have a wip that’s been sitting in my notion app for months now, but i managed to write ‘the greatest’ in maybe 4 days.
my main tip tho is to just write!!! if you have any ideas, type them down immediately. you can keep going immediately or just continue whenever you find the time or the inspo again - but you at least have something written down already.
school’s been fucking my head lately so idk if anything of what i’ve said even makes sense so im sorry if it doesn’t 🫶🏻
hello sorry to disturb, i was just curious as to which app you use to make your texts?? tysm!
heyhey, no need to apologize! i have an iphone so i use the app „MeMi“, for androids i‘d recommend iFake if i remember correctly :)
Hiii, do you have or pretend to have a taglist? If so, can I please be added? I honestly love your writing, even if I’m new here, and would love to be tagged in your stuff <3
sorry for only seeing this now🥹 I’ll tag you in my fics from now on and thank you so much for your kind words🥹💗 ilyily
PLEASE LANDO YOU INSTIGATOR
I am actually dying. This is too funny.
Also Max's comment. This is why I can't see this man as anything as a bully, he's too much of a troll to be bullying anyone 🤣🤣
hiiii! i absolutely love your texts. you’re truly becoming one of my favorite blogs:) can i request where they get jealous please
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 – 𝐅𝟏 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
ft. : max verstappen, charles leclerc, lando norris, carlos sainz, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russel, logan sargeant, daniel ricciardo
requested? yes! see above :) thank you so much for the kind words!! you guys really keep me motivated with your asks and i really cannot thank you enough <3 i hope this lives up to your imagination, love
suggestive + fluff ⋆ requests are open –> masterlist
a/n : hope u liked it! reblogs, feedback & requests are very very appreciated !
guys i am GIGGLING☝️☝️
(no actually im gonna cry cause i lowkey binge read all of lina’s stuff before i even had this blog and she was a huge inspo for me and now she mentioned me guys ha ha im okay)
which blogs do u recommend? i love ur writing so i wanna know what writing u like
i recommend my mutuals! (totally not being biased..)
they seriously have some amazing works!
my mutuals 🩵
@maxtermind @maxivstappen
@lewisvinga @maplesyrupsainz
@isaadore @harrysfolklore
@papayadays @iamred-iamyellow
and @fastandcarlos !
(for some reason it wouldn’t let me mention everyone in one line so i had to do two at a time 🥲)
EDIT: OMG I FORGOT @driverlando 😭😭 HER WORK IS ALSO GREAT! 🫶