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[silverstonesainz]

born to write the beginning and ending, forced to write the middle part.

[silverstonesainz]

dm'ing a mutual you've never interacted with one-on-one is so embarrassing like. hi.... im sorry. you can kill me if you want... can i have your discord..... if not.. feel free to shoot me down where i stand... im sorry.. i'll leave..

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guys

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hi!! could i request "i'm in love with you, you dumbass." & "i've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see?" with Max? thank you!

not enough 𐙚 all the words, all the love– it's still not enough (1.4k words)

d rambles. . . im sorry this took forever and that it kinda sucks. i did what i could. thank u for requesting

The room feels stuffy. Twenty minutes ago you were shivering but now you’re hot. The whole room pays no mind to your discomfort, you’re sure no one even has a clue how uncomfortable you feel in your own skin. You try to find the will to stay, to tough out the next hour or so for him. But the longer you stand in a crowd of people who you could care less about being here. It was no fun watching Max flirt with another girl at the bar anyways, and the more you stand and stare the more your will withers away. 

It’s stretched thin, a rubber band being pulled well beyond its means. You’re holding one and Max has the other. He pulls and pulls and—

Max leans in. He leans down so close you can only imagine the lucky girl can smell his after shave and feel his warm breath tickle her skin. And he makes her laugh. 

Snap.

You inhale sharply, balling the fabric of your dress to calm your nerves. You don’t bother to excuse yourself from the conversation you were stood in, just squeeze past bodies and through the room in search for just a bit for fresh air because you can’t fucking breathe. 

The double glass doors take you out onto the bustling street and straight into the cold wind. You welcome the kiss of cold air against your skin, the shiver it sends down on your spine. You welcome the brief distraction because at least for the next few seconds you don’t have to feel your chest caving in. At least for now, even with people rushing by you with people to see and places to go, you are happy in your solitude. Misery and loneliness cannot find you in these five seconds, you are untouchable. 

But it was merely just a moment, nothing less and nothing more. It’s fleeting, quick to slip from you. You’re pulled back down to earth when you hear your name called behind you, confused, waiting for an answer to an unasked question. You squeeze your eyes, ball your fist at your sides and find it in you to pretend like you’re alight. Breathe in, breathe out.

There you are, Max sounds relieved when he says it. “Why’d you leave?”

“Felt stuffy,” You admit curtly, still refusing to look at him. “Couldn’t breathe.” 

Your tone does not fly by Max, and you miss the way he frowns at the back of your head because of it. But he’s Max, ever hopeful and ever oblivious. “Well come back, they’re about to make an announcement.” 

Tension falls from your palm as you flex your fingers back. You inhale sharply, letting cool air fill your lungs and creep under your skin. “I think I might just go.” 

Max’s footsteps pit-pat around you, feel his hand hold onto your elbow gently as he takes a look at you. He tries to find a sliver of emotion, a tell of why you suddenly want to leave. But all he finds is exhaustion, a dead-pan look that leaves him without a clue. 

“You’re mad.” He shifts on his feet, says it like he knows because he just does. Of course he does. He steps out so he’s directly in front of you, head tilted so he can get a better look at your face. “You’re mad at me?” 

You turn away. “I’m not mad at you.” 

You’re mad at him. You’re mad he can’t see you, mad that he doesn’t want you. You are mad, but you don’t have a right to be. You’re upset and aching in your chest all over a boy who has no fucking clue. You’re mad. You’re mostly mad at yourself, for letting your feelings grow as much as they did, to allow your heart to dictate the way you move around him. 

“But you’re mad. Why?”

You groan, head falling into your hands, “I don’t wanna talk about it, I just wanna go home.” 

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” Max tucks his index finger under your chin, forces your gaze up to his face. You resent the way he worries, resent the way his bright blue eyes are just filled with it, it almost makes you feel guilty for the way your chest aches. His finger feels hot against your skin, shoots sparks through every nerve ending and suddenly the cold air does nothing to keep you calm. 

You turn your head, yanking your chin away from him and take a few steps backwards as you search for the feeling of cold air, for the freedom of just being able to fucking breathe. You’re ashamed of the way your chest heaves, that you show just how weak he can make you with just one touch. Max asks what’s wrong, calls out your name with the same worry you saw in his eyes two seconds ago. It shouldn’t make your blood boil but it does. It fucking does. 

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” You beg, “Please stop. Please stop saying my name and asking what’s wrong because—“ The cold air finally catches you and grabs the words in your throat. You swallow, hard, pushing down every single thought and mistake that threatens to come out. “I just need space.” 

Max’s shoulder’s slump behind you, expression wounded and confused. “What’s your problem?”

It’s an honest question. It’s Max being Max— blunt and straight to the point. He doesn’t spare your feelings, doesn’t tiptoe around your obviously fired state because why should he? He’s always been this way, and it was a trait that you’ve always found endearing. But in this moment, with smoke pouring out of your ears and your heart beating so hard it rattles your ribs, it was like turning up the stove on water that is already boiling. It’s just enough to break you, just enough for everything you’ve spent months trying to keep at bay to bubble over. 

“You!” Your fingers rake through your hair roughly, undoing the effort you put in to make it look nice. You were shaking, every bit of you searching for bit of release and all you had was the words on the tip of your tongue.

“Me?!” Max answers back, confused. “What did I do?!”

“You’re just…” The words begin to tumble out of you in an incoherent stutter. “I've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see? You still don’t see…” 

You almost want to laugh at the way Max looks at you and how invisible you truly are. This was the moment it was supposed to click and yet he still doesn’t have a clue— like it’s almost unfathomable to him that you could ever want more than what you both share. 

“I’m in love with you,” Your voice shakes, “you dumbass.” 

Max’s brows furrow, eyes expectant. He’s waiting for the punchline, the part of the joke where you shove him back and say that you were only kidding. But you stand there, cold wind kissing your skin pink and the world just bustling by. Despite the people walking too and fro, despite the murmurs of conversation that are completely lost to you, the silence between the two of you was deafening.

You don’t know how long it is until the boy in front of you makes a move. You watch as he rubs his jaw, eyes cast past you as he searches for the right thing to say. The wind is knocked out of you as you watch Max try and fail to say something, anything. Instead you’re left to listen to the stammers and syllables of failed words. 

I’m sorry, is all he manages. 

He’s sorry that you’re upset. Sorry that you bore your heart out for him and all he had to show for was a stutter and stammer. He apologizes because he sees you, he sees all of you, and somehow you were not enough. Max says he loves you — because of course he loves you, you’re his best friend. He says that he appreciates you, that he can’t stand to lose you and he hopes that you would still want to stay even if he can’t love you that way. Max says all the right things, all the things that were meant to quell your aching heart. Instead it does the opposite. The words pluck at the pieces of your heart, shard by shard until you’re left with a hole in your chest in the shape of him. Max does everything right and yet, like you, it’s not enough. 

[silverstonesainz]

nahhhhh because I was about to write and now my computer is being FUCKING stupid

[silverstonesainz]

Hello!!!!!! Okay, one: I. Love. Your. Writing!!!!! Two: would you ever consider writing for Oscar? :)

hi! thank you so much! and i've been dabbling in a little oscar here and there so it is def something i am considering buuuuuuut maybe not for the time being. i can barely find the time to write for the drivers on my list as it is sooooo 😅

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go follow lola!!!!

MOVING AGAIN

I'm moving...again. I know this is going to be my fourth time moving blogs and I know you guys are probs gonna be really annoyed and me but please understand I've been having a masterlist crisis and it has been stressing me out and along with that i'm just not happy with my aesthetic anymore and i feel like i need a change. I'll still be going by @lorarri just not this one. all of my fic's on this blog will be privared and reposted on my new blog. also I won't be posting till the 7th of april..I hope you guys can understand <3

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6k is crazy!! congrats sweet girl!! if you haven't already, everyone participate in her celly!!

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ 𝟔𝐊 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

omfg this is actually insane!!!! wow like I actually can't believe this 6 fucking k tbh to be honest with you I never expected this blog to take of like it did (I didn't think I would get more than 50 likes) let alone 6 thousand whole people following and I hope you guys know how much I appreciate you all cuz you guys truly are my safe space ─ request as much as you want

schedule ─ 24th of mar - 7th of apr

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so deserved!!! everyone go join steph's celly!!

once again, thank you so so so much for all the love & support <3 i’ll be answering everything as fast as i can! from march 25th to april 7th

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get to know me — ask about my favorite things, opinions, experiences, or gossip / share f1 thoughts with me. anything you want honestly!

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works in display — choose a driver and if i have a WIP (work in progress) of them, i’ll finish it and post it!

( choose between: oscar piastri, carlos sainz jr, chares leclerc, max verstappen, lando norris, lewis hamilton, logan sargeant, george russell, alex albon, yuki tsunoda, mick schumacher or drive the night )

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[silverstonesainz]

tell me it's a bad idea to make myself hot coffee right now. its 10pm and i need to go to bed because i need to be up at 5am. so please tell me its a bad idea because i so badly want to make myself a cup because i didn't drink coffee all day.

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hello pls giveth max verstappen and “i dropped everything to be with you! everything!" but don’t make it too sad or i will cry in ur texts ok bye love u

need me 𐙚 or the one where love is simply not enough (1.2k words)

d rambles. . . love u so much, don't cry

Max follows after you, jacket shrugged off and left to lay haphazardly on the floor. Your heels click against the hardwood floor, echoing throughout the apartment. Every step you take is angrier and angrier, it sends a chill down the Dutch boy’s spine. 

He watches you at the end of the hallways, how you slam your purse down onto the kitchen island, fingers fiddling roughly with the diamonds stuck to your ears. Your hair lay beautifully, a waterfall down your back and compliments your sleek dress perfectly. You look beautiful, even with the angry tears that make your eyes glimmer. 

He says your name, hopeful— maybe even a little wary of how you’d react. But you don’t, not a flinch or a flicker of movement. You remain fixated on the stubborn earring that can’t seem to budge off your left ear. 

“Slow down, you’ll hurt yourself.” You don’t listen. You are almost just as stubborn as he is and if it weren’t for the moments leading up to this one, he might’ve laughed. But instead he just stares at the way your knuckles just begin to yellow. He sees the restraint in your otherwise angry movements, the way you do try to slow down even if your blood boils. 

You give up with a huff not too long, palms pressing flat against the cold marble and head hanging low as you try to catch your breath. He watches your shoulders ride and fall with every breath, patiently waiting for them to grow softer. 

“Will you please,” Max walks his way to the opposite side of the kitchen island, across from you, “please tell me what’s wrong?”

You scoff, lips curved into a smile but eyes clearly upset. You shake your head, swallow the words you had initially planned on saying and turn around instead. Max sighs, fingers brushing through his hair roughly. He pleads, calls your name again, begs you to talk to him. 

He sees your shoulders slump, the way your hands come up to grip onto the back of your neck. You press into the flesh, halos of white around your fingertips showing him just how tightly you hold yourself. The air settles uncomfortably in the room. It’s thick, filled with unresolved feelings and many words yet to be said. Your fingers fall from the nape of your neck and down to your sides. Max watches you shift on your feet, the slight sway of your body as you try to reconcile yourself with the situation you both find yourself in. 

“Did you know,” You breathe, “You have this glimmer in your eyes when you laugh. Even in the darkest room, they kind of… twinkle. I used to think that I made it up in my head…” You finally turn back around, finally look at him and he almost wishes you didn’t. He swallows a breath, heart suddenly floating in his chest in the worst way.  

He says your name again, and his heart aches at the way your eyes squeeze shut— almost as if you were repulsed by the sound of it. Pain, hurt, it's stitched into every muscle beneath your skin. It’s clear in the way you hold yourself, how you have your chin pointed out but your fingers shake against the marble countertop. 

“You don’t know how ridiculous I felt tonight Max, trailing you like a lost puppy and watching you look down at your ex-girlfriend with that god damn twinkle in your eyes. How stupid I felt standing there watching you fall in love with her all over again.” 

“Again? This is about her again?” Max asks in disbelief.

“No! This isn’t about her. This is about you!” You point an accusing finger at him, breathing jagged and eyes filled with rage. “This is about you letting my hand go at the door—”

Max scoffs, turning to walk out of the room. But he hears your heels click quickly behind him, followed by your angry continuance. 

“—about you dazzling the room and leaving me in the furthest corner of the room to fend for myself—”

For fucks sake, Max mumbles. 

“—This is about the way you looked at me when I finally found you after two hours, talking to your ex-girlfriend, like you were surprised to see me there!” 

Max stops in the middle of the living room, stops when your hand pulls him back and forces him to look at you and all the resentment you carry with you. You stare at each other, boiling with emotions that threaten to pull you apart even further. 

“What do you want me to say?” Max asks, voice low as he struggles to keep his composure. The tears brim at your eyes, a hopeless smile on your lips and you release the breath you’ve been holding. Max watches your whole spirit deflate, taking your facade with it. “We’ve been having versions of this argument for weeks now and I… I’m at a loss. You don’t seem to believe me when I say I love you and it just feels like now you’re finding reasons to push me away.” 

“Push you away?” You repeat, the disbelief evident in your voice, “Max I dropped everything to be with you! Everything! Moved hundreds of miles from home, left friends and family and the only life I’ve ever known to be with you.” 

The volume of your voice rises with every word, every syllable prickles at his skin and entices the guilt to eat at him. He swallows the nerves again, pushes down his sins back into his gut. 

“I’m not pushing you away,” Your voice breaks, shakes with every tear. Mascara begins to bleed under your eyes. “God Max, I am reaching out for you. I need you! Can’t you see that? I need you and you—” 

“I love you!” Max panics.

“But do you need me?!” 

His silence breaks you. His lack of an answer is answer enough. It’s all you need to know. Sobs rack through your body. You cower away from your boyfriend and he’s forced to watch you fall apart without a clue on how to put you back together. You are gasping for air, tears soaking your skin as you try to find a bit of solace in a home that is barely yours.

“I have to go.” 

“No.” Max shakes his head, pulls you back. “I need you.”

“You don’t” I do. “You don’t” I do. “You don’t need me like I need you. You don’t need me like a jacket on a cold day, or coffee in the early morning. You don’t need me the way I need you Max. You don’t suffocate when I’m not around. My absence does not affect you the way yours does me. Maybe you need me, but not in the way I need you.” 

Max turns away, emotions finally getting the best of him. He sniffles, tries to blinks away the tears that burn his eyes but they fall anyways. You both stand in the middle of his home, stand in the middle of your chaos, unsure of where this night leaves the two of you. Max thinks of every way to mend the situation, but even with you sobbing into your hands, he’s at a loss. He’s clueless, hopeless, guilt-filled without a damn clue on how to fix a mess he’s made. 

‎‧₊˚✧ add to the mix ✧˚₊‧

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if i wasn't such a dumbass and didn't feel the need to make every blurb 1k+ words i'd honestly get these reqs out faster. but alas. here we are. suffering

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i fixed it 😮‍💨

my formatting feels really stupid right now and its holding me back from writing the rest of this blurb

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my formatting feels really stupid right now and its holding me back from writing the rest of this blurb

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extending the blurb party bc i suddenly have time this weekend! so come join!

「 ✦ now playing: the sad mix ✦ 」

a blurb party. i've been a bit obsolete on this blog, and i miss writing (particularly, sad things) so i thought, why not have a little blurb party? please make sure to read the terms & conditions before requesting. happy requesting!!

ᯓ★ open until: march 25, 2023 (pst) | tag to track / block: 🏷️ the sad mix

rule: please only pick from the prompts & drivers provided

prompts ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

fights & flight hit 'em where it hurts angry love confessions broken trust

drivers ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

✽ charles leclerc ✽ carlos sainz ✽ lando norris ✽ max verstappen ✽ alex albon ✽ oscar piastri ✽ logan sargeant ✽ lewis hamilton

note: please be mindful of how to request!! in addition, i express the right to delete any submissions i am not comfortable with, repeated, or do not follow the guidelines in place.

[silverstonesainz]

well, it’s finally happened (again). the worst possible thing to any writer.

someone has taken the work of so many writers on tumblr and put it on wattpad. without our permission. despite the many fucking reminders we have always had that our work is not to be distributed or put anywhere else - I don’t understand why people do this. I suppose I should be happy that at least credit has been given… but I’m so angry that the work has been taken and compiled somewhere else without any permission. It is so infuriating - and this has always been the one thing that will make me stop writing here because people don’t know how to respect creators or have basic decency.

aprilshowers234 on wattpad has put up the work of so many of my friends so I’m tagging my writer friends to check if their work was also put up without their knowledge - @percervall @monzamash @monzabee @libraryofloveletters @vamossainz55 @userlando @norrisleclercf1 @szobosz @scudevils @vetteltea @jamminvroomvroom

I’ve already put in a copyright notice, but I honestly feel so helpless and terribly upset about this. if you’re a reader, I would love for any help to report this shit and get it taken down. Thanks 🥺

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between paul aron and ollie bearman, who’s most likely to fall asleep in your lap? love you’re writing btw congrats on 2k ❤️

PAUL ARON is quite possibly the clingiest boy you will ever have the honour of dating. it doesn’t matter where you are, or what you’re doing, if you are near paul aron, your personal space is now HIS personal space. a hand on your thigh, legs intertwined, chin on your shoulder. no matter how little or large the place of contact, he has to be touching you in some way or else he just doesn’t “feel right” (his words). he will never pass up the opportunity to cuddle with you, or give you a hug. you are the object of his affections, and he will never let you forget that, not even for a second.

— little blurb under the cut!

the movie playing on the tv had been forgotten some time ago, now nearing the end of the climax. it was a cute stop-motion animated movie— one that paul had seen about a hundred times since it was first released, saying something about how it reminded him of home in a silly way. you, yourself, had seen it more times than you could recount, but you’d only smiled softly and nodded when the estonian stopped on its cover and gave you a pleading smile.

you sat cozily on the couch, scrolling through the newer pictures in your camera roll now that the hectic weekend was finally over. ollie, as you’d come to find out, had ever so kindly stolen your phone after the qualifying session and proceeded to take it on a tour across the f2 paddock, taking selfies with anyone who was willing. you rolled your eyes as you sent him the pictures, knowing he’d want them for himself.

paul, who had been so excited for winding down after a race and having a movie night, was now fast asleep lying next to you, his head resting on your thighs. he’d fallen asleep about 20 minutes into the film, falling victim to your head scratching and melting into your lap.

your fingers were still tangled in his hair, twirling pieces when your phone buzzed with a cheeky reply from ollie. you pulled your hand away and sent back a text of your own, laughing softly when paul stirred immediately. with a sleepy whine, he shifted in your lap, burying his face against your stomach as he mumbled something against your sweater.

“what?” you bent down to hear him better.

paul huffed, pulling his head back slightly. “don’t stop.”

you rolled your eyes playfully, moving back into your original position. “alright, you big baby.”

as your hand gently made its way back to his hair, paul sighed and snuggled back into you. “love you.”

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