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THIS WAS THE BEST QUOTE ALL RACE

“We’ve lost Bottas to engine problems, and we’ve lost Tsunoda to Kevin Magnussen problems” 💀 💀 💀

#valtteri bottas #yuki tsunoda #formula 1 #chinese gp 2024 #f1

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hometown hero!

#f1 #zhou guanyu #HEAVY on zhou guanyu #he made it happen #chinese gp 2024

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why are we normalizing elder abuse today?

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It starts raining:

The Brits: It's my time to shine 😌

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Chinese GP: the race of the elements

Fire, Water, Earth and Air

#f1 #formula 1 #chinese gp 2024

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fuel thy delusions 😂

#f1 #formula 1 #chinese gp 2024 #lance stroll #ls18 #first last and only time we may see this

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putting-it-into-parc · 14 days

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oml this was so soft

promise you'll remember that you're mine

oscar knows that you like having something to remember him by when he's off racing.

since the lovely @thisismeracing filled my request so fast, i couldn't wait to write this. she made a moodboard that just captured the vibe i was looking for- i've been wanting to write something jewelry-centric for one of my drivers for a while, and i just couldn't find the inspiration until now.

heck, i even went and looked for a new divider (still from my one and only source of dividers, the ever-amazing @saradika-graphics) that went with the theme, just for this fic.

millie, i hope you like this as much as i loved the moodboard <3

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some people would say that new love is the best kind of love. the thrill of a serendipitous meeting on a random rainy day. wondering if the object of your affections meant to brush against your hand, or if it was an accident. having the butterflies in your stomach whenever you think you're going to see them. it's exciting. it's unknown. it's an adventure.

you can see how that's appealing for a lot of people. you'd certainly had all the fluttery feelings in your chest with all of your firsts with oscar.

that was a long time ago though. oscar had been your first everything. your first friend, who you'd met on the playground in your youth, who had just never been gone from your life since. your first crush. your first kiss. your first date. your first boyfriend. you hope that he'll be your last.

you'd enjoyed all the firsts with him- you cherished them so deeply. even just the thought of your brown-eyed paramour made the corners of your lips twitch ever so slightly upwards. you also know that he's going to be your last everything too.

the first time oscar has to leave for a race isn't one of your favorite firsts, though.

you had both been younger, sillier, more carefree. it was your first real taste of yearning- seeing him in front of you in his lovingly worn-in hoodie, jeans, and scuffed up sneakers at the airport, luggage in hand. you didn't know what the emotion was back then, but you just knew that you didn't want him to leave. you wanted him to stay.

seeing the somber expression on your face and unshed tears welling in your eyes had oscar pulling off his hoodie and shoving it into your hands before heading into the airport. he was cold for the entire flight, but he couldn't muster a single sliver of regret for choosing to leave his favorite hoodie with his favorite person. especially when he sees you in the car that picks him up from the airport when he returns, wearing the very same hoodie.

he was only gone for a few days, but back then, to kids, a few days felt like several lifetimes.

later on, oscar tells you that was the moment he knew he liked you as more than a friend. you think it would be much easier to just be together, now that both of your feelings are out in the open.

if only you'd known how much harder it would get.

now you're both in your twenties, and oscar is flying all over the world. he's a formula 1 racer now.

at this point in your relationship, and in his career, you'd think you'd be more used to watching him leave. it never gets any easier though.

you think the 2024 season is going to be the worst. there are so many races now. oscar will be away for so long, so frequently. a sigh escapes your lips at the thought.

he's living his dream. you can't hold that against him.

you also can't deny the pang in your chest every time you have to watch him leave.

oscar always comes back though. you've never doubted that for a second. it's just when the world starts fawning over oscar (like you have been for your entire life), you start to feel a little twinge of envy. there are models, celebrities, millions of fans who adore him. sometimes, you find yourself looking for something, anything to hold on to, to remind yourself that oscar is yours- even when he's across several continents.

you never tell him this.

oscar's always been perceptive, though, and he knows you like the back of his hand. he sees the way you hug his pillow to your chest during late night facetime calls, the framed photo of the two of you in the background of your instagram stories, the way you clutch at his hand, or his arm, or any part of him that you can when he's with you. he loves it and hates it at the same time.

of course, he adores the way you love him. he adores everything about you. he just hates the woes of distance. when oscar is away, there's nothing more he wants to do than make you feel his love from thousands of miles and several plane rides away.

he starts with sending you flowers. coffee. chocolates.

all absolutely lovely, that bring a smile to your face and warmth to your chest.

oscar's thinking of you, always. he never fails to let you know. the thing is that after a few days or weeks, when the flowers have wilted, when the coffee has been drunk and the chocolates eaten, the yearning kicks in once more, tenfold.

after a particularly tiring day, oscar finds himself alone in his room, staring at a photo of the two of you on his phone. it's his lockscreen. a photo is nowhere near having the real thing, having you in his arms, but for now, it has to suffice.

another time, oscar's home for the summer break, lounging on your bed, fiddling with your things as you page through a book beside him. he wishes that this moment could last forever. he wishes that he could capture this precious, tiny microcosm of moments and fold it away, keep it safe from the march of time.

perhaps he can. in a manner of speaking.

oscar finds himself wandering the shops, looking for something to keep your memories in, to carry him with you when he's away.

a few hours later, when his feet are starting to ache and he's starting to give up, he spots it. a quaint little shop. before he realizes it, he's already slipping through the door.

in the warm lights of the little shop, the first thing oscar sees is a flash of gold. his eyes are drawn to it.

it's a little locket, delicately engraved. the craftsmanship is exquisite. oscar's never really been one to notice jewelry, but there's a first time for everything.

the price tag is a bit lofty. it's one of a kind. 18k gold.

he buys it on the spot.

later that night, he's carefully laying the locket back into the box it came in. he'd worked hours to cut the photo of the two of you just right to fit perfectly into the little slot, and to get the glass to secure it in there. his fingers hurt from the intricacy of the task, but he can't bring himself to care.

when he presents it to you, he doesn't say much. but when he gently puts the necklace on you, touch ever so gentle as he clasps the lock, he does speak. it's so soft that you almost don't hear it.

"so that you remember that you're mine. always. a reminder."

the reminder stays around your neck for the entire formula 1 season. and the next. and when oscar wins his first championship.

and when you walk down the aisle.

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putting-it-into-parc · 14 days

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CHARLES' FACE = 😳😳😳😳😳😳

All Access | 2024 Japanese Grand Prix

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#the fics are writing themselves #charlos #charles leclerc x carlos sainz

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putting-it-into-parc · 15 days

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BITE THE HAND, PART ONE.

↳ CS55 ++ 'how to be a dog' by andrew kane ++ [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x] // [x]

#i'm unwell #carlos sainz #cs55 #formula 1 #why am i like lowkey crying #bro deserves the world

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i fucking lost it when i realized there was a separate ❤️ designation

My dad just showed me this graphic in one of his magazines...

(On the bottom it also sayes that ocon is the least liked driver)

#f1

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putting-it-into-parc · 16 days

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hey guys i made this for funsies. enjoy!

(if there's a ship i forgot please let me know, there's a LOT of ships in the fandom ok)

#MAY BE CONTROVERSIAL DON'T COME AT ME #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fic #can u tell i'm a baby fan lol idk any old drivers before seb #lestappen #carlando #yukierre #galex #on top

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putting-it-into-parc · 17 days

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i see your desire and raise you a teaser

the sun will rise tomorrow (an excerpt)

A year later, Alex stood once more on the top step of a podium—only this time, in a different league than George. He was dressed smartly in a charcoal gray suit with a pale blue shirt underneath, smiling widely to camera flashes from the audience. George narrowed his eyes and chewed on his lip as he tried his best to hold the phone steady, hoping to get a good video of his friend.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alex bounded down the steps and threw an arm around George’s shoulders gleefully.

George stood on his toes. “I’m almost as tall as you now!” he chirped proudly.

“So you are,” the older boy said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

George did a double-take at Alex’s voice. Since when had it gotten so deep, like that of a man?

“I can’t wait to race each other again,” he said. And hang out more, he added in his head. They’d seen each other several more times over the winter break, but when the karting season started up again and Alex had moved to a different league, George would go months without seeing him.

But next year, things would be different.

As they walked out of the awards hall, George looked up at the gray sky. Fat snowflakes had started to drift through the frigid air, and the ground was already covered in a dusting of powdered sugar. “Whoa.”

“It’s snowing!” Alex cried. “C’mon George, we gotta get out the sled.”

George had never gone sledding before in his life. “Is it...scary?” he asked Alex, uncertainly.

He wouldn’t have asked any of his schoolmates something like this—merciless teasing would inevitably follow. But Alex never made fun of George, never snorted at any of his questions. Alex was different.

“Nah, mate,” he said easily. “We can start on a hill that’s not so steep.”

So George trotted willingly after him into Alex’s mom’s car, and after they picked up what looked like a large, plastic orange bowl, they dragged it by its rope up a hill not far from Alex’s backyard. The snow had accumulated enough that George’s feet sunk in a little bit with each step.

Alex had abandoned his suit for a puffy coat and a knit beanie. A little tuft of dark brown hair—the same brown as his eyes, George noted—stuck out from under each side of the hat, right in front of his ears. His cheeks were stained pink from the cold, or perhaps from excitement.

He positioned the sled carefully at the top of the hill. “Wanna go first?”

From the top of the hill, the drop looked...steep. George would never admit it to anyone, but he was not the biggest fan of heights. Or the feeling of having no control. He could steer a kart across asphalt with the best of them, but a glorified Frisbee on a hill blanketed with snow?

Alex must have seen something in his eyes. “Or...technically, this sled does fit two people.” He gave George a knowing look. “We can go the first one together, if you’d like.”

“Yeah!” George agreed, relieved at the prospect of having Alex control the sled. Alex gestured for him to sit inside the disc, and George folded his knees up to his chest, scooting as far forward as he could.

He felt the pressure of Alex’s chest on his back, felt his thighs straddle his sides. Then, Alex reached around George’s waist and grabbed the steering rope at the front of the sled.

George suddenly felt...a little funny. Gooey, like someone had melted his insides. Alex’s warm breath tickled his neck.

And then Alex pushed them off the top of the hill.

George closed his eyes.

He felt the rush of cold wind across his face. He opened his eyes cautiously, saw trees flying by. Holy cow. This was amazing. Not unlike going fast down a straight.

“Wooooooohooooooo!!” he shouted.

“Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!” Alex squealed in unison.

The hill leveled off at the bottom, and they gradually glided to a stop. For a moment, the only sounds were Alex and George breathing, against a backdrop of chirping birds.

“This is so cool!” George couldn’t believe what he’d just experienced.

Alex’s smile could have lit up the gray sky. “Isn’t it?”

someone toss galex at me

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fandom #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #george russell #alex albon #galex

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