#writingstoraes masterlist

[writingstoraes]

🎙️ — writingstoraes masterlist!

✷ welcome to rae's diary! — this section will serve as the masterlist of my works published here.

✷ genres!

♥︎ — online mode: instagram imagines and social media alternate universes (au)

♥︎ — snippets: drabbles and headcanons, short works

♥︎ — letters: works that are quite lengthy

🎧 reqs for charles: open!

✷ who do i write for? — i mainly write for charles leclerc but i will be writing works and accepting requests for other drivers soon! (will likely start with carlos, daniel, and max)! for my kpop fandoms, i usually write for jeong jaehyun.

✷ request guidelines — i accept requests for drabbles, written imagines, and social media aus/ig imagines. i can write fluff and angst, but i don't do 18+ or nsfw works. please be patient when sending a request, it might take some time before i get to it :D

✷ general masterlist

♥︎ — charles leclerc ; online mode

world champion

is he?

hard liquor, hard launch

muse

charles' playlist

fall

out to the world

paddock greetings

hype man

biggest fan

relationship release

split

never really over (split's pt. 2)

begin again (split's pt. 3)

daughter blues

at home date

choose a lane

hearts day

in his eyes

podcast confessions

new season

total swiftie

red vs. red

you're losing me

down bad

patient

grid love

night of nights

wrong wolff

secret trip

the days after (secret trip's pt. 2)

say cheese

all mine

tour guide

no.1 fan

princesses

lover

hearty meals

the other side

no way

anything and everything

♥︎ — charles leclerc ; snippets

unbelievable

merry and bright

off cam

hair tie

gift master

someday

♥︎ — charles leclerc ; letters

three words, eight letters

sparks

down the aisle

90 days

♥︎ — jeong jaehyun ; letters

all too well

promises to keep

running low

the tale of two apartments

never mine

[rosie-posie1313]

Charles Leclerc Fic Recs II 🏎️

good morning  By illicitlimerence-writes

Time  By ^

Goodnight  By ^

Unplanned  By ^

Terrible At Secrets By lovingperfectionsblog

To be seen. By lovingperfectionsblog

Goodnight n go! By alltoolewis

for that was what you did By lovely-leclerc

Baby Arlo. By laurasstufff1

Childhood sweethearts By theundercoversquid

Midnight call By hockeyshmockey

Lovers Interview (part 2)  By harleysarchive

Little Enzo (2) By mytinycrazymind

Love at First Question By ^

[ 07:36 ]  By thebearchives

it’s time to be real By ^

ma moitié  By ^

𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬  By lxclerc

𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 By ^

𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞  By ^

Hitched  By ^

Baby Pink  By tierneysodegaard

Home is a Loving Family By hey-kae

Heartbroken  By yungbludz

Cupcakes  By uhswag

Breakfast  By theundercoversquid

Wake up call  By daydreamingleclerc

Leclerc-Verstappen family series By imoonf1

Masterlist  By comfort-reads

the winner takes it all (Alpine Reader) By silverstonesainz-archive

For her  By httphamssell

Little Leclercs  By russellsppttemplates

It helps mama too  By ^

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End  By rebelwrites

charles leclerc x actress!reader By sainzfilm

our little bean  By amazonabxtch

fraternizing with the enemy by leclvrc

ferrari?!  By jackhues

firsts  By starkwlkr

La Route Vers Toi By pitinthelanepages

times that charles and y/n showed they are couple but keep saying they are not By charlesswife

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 By fxllfaiiry

how you get the girl By monzabee

SMAU’s

New Year’s Edition By pucksandpower

Birthday By absolutelynotmate-archive

engaged to the enemy  By leclvrc

Vegas By kruellaaa

new season By writingstoraes

podcast confessions By ^

the winter games By libraryofloveletters

almost 3 years By luvclerc

the people’s princess By holllandtrash

[slytherheign]

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR | max verstappen

PART 1/4 OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: max verstappen x fem!reader, slight daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

SUMMARY: you find yourself fighting with max again. but this time, it hurts both of you more.

WARNINGS: cursing/swearing, unhealthy/abusive relationship (pls if you find yourself in a relationship like this, LEAVE), toxic behavior, hidden relationship, and allusions to sex. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 16+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift's song with the same title. also, pls remember that this is a work of fiction and i am in no way saying that max in real life behaves like this. dedicated to @writingstoraes, who helped me with making the social media stuff included in this. i hope you're having a great day, ily!

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

This happened way too often.

The screaming and throwing things at each other in his Monaco penthouse.

The living room was in disarray with shattered pieces of a vase strewn across the floor. Max had thrown it just minutes ago.

Today was the Monaco Grand Prix and Max had a bad race. You watched it from the stands like a typical fan and then left immediately after the race so you could get to his penthouse before him. You wanted to support him from the garage, but despite dating him for almost 2 years, your relationship was still hidden from the public. Even the Red Bull team didn’t know.

He almost lost because of the pitstop strategy and now he was taking his anger out on you. You were used to it at this point.

“It’s not fucking perfect! I didn’t get the fastest lap. I didn’t get driver of the day. Did you even see the interval between Fernando and me? He almost fucking won!” he screamed.

“But you still got P1,” you tried to calm him down although you knew it would do nothing. “You still won.”

He glared at you. Looking at your face with disgust.

“Of course, you wouldn’t understand,” he scoffed. “Because you don’t know a fucking thing about F1.”

That wasn’t true. You were a fan of the sport before you dated him. That was how you met each other, you attended a grand prix years ago. Max also knew that wasn’t true. That was one of the reasons why he loved you, you knew and understood him and his job. But he still said it. He said because he knew it would hurt you.

Silence hung heavy in the air as you stood on opposite sides of the room. You chose not to speak anymore, deciding it would be best if you just let his anger dissipate.

He absolutely hated the silence.

“WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING?!” he yelled.

“WELL, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!” you yelled back.

“I don’t know—something! You have a brain, fucking use it.” 

“I don’t understand you. When I speak, you get mad. When I don’t speak, you get mad. What am I supposed to fucking do?!” you screamed, tears of frustration pouring down on your cheeks.

Now, he was the one speechless. He moved to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself down.

You followed after him minutes after, blood boiling out of anger because he was trying to escape another argument he caused in the first place.

“Now, you’re the one not talking,” you scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning on the wall. “For fuck’s sake, Max. You’re not the only one having a bad day. At least today, you still fucking won.”

“And you weren’t there to congratulate me,” he muttered under his breath but you heard it clearly. He knew he had hurt you and he was trying to deflect the situation by starting another argument—one that was very sensitive and he wouldn’t win.

“What the fuck are you saying?” you taunted.

“You heard me.” 

“What is wrong with you? I was there. I was in the stands supporting you.”

Max knew he was in the wrong. He knew it wasn’t your fault but his. He realized he should apologize before things got too much out of control, but how was it, that instead of an apology, what left his mouth was another poor insensitive remark?

“Yeah. In the stands. You’re always in the stands. Never close to me.”

“Holy shit,” you laughed. “Is it my fault that even after almost 2 years of dating, you still don’t want to announce our relationship to the public? Are you really blaming me for something I never had control of?”

“Did I blame you? I never said it was your fault,” he wanted to stop, but his pride wouldn’t let him.

“Yes, you did! You know damn well if we weren’t hidden from the public eye, I would support you from the garage and hug you in front of everyone. But here you fucking are. Insinuating that I wanted to be in the stands instead of close to you,” you cried.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up, wiped your tears, and kissed you roughly. He pushed you into the wall next to the door, locking it—even though no one else was in the house—with his one hand while his other grasped your hair to keep your face close to his. 

You knew what he was doing. He was trying to get you to have sex with him instead of apologizing. He did this way too often and you always let him. But not this time.

“Stop,” you whispered, trying to pull away from him but his hold on you was strong. He moved to your neck, leaving marks everywhere but you pushed him back before the kissing led to something more.

“Max,” you stated sternly.

“What?” he shot back with a warning tone. His eyes were burning with lust and anger. A part of you wanted to give in like how you did almost after every argument with him in the past.

“We can’t continue doing this anymore, Max.” 

“Just shut the fuck up. You know you want it.”

Part of you did want it. 

“Not tonight,” you told him. “I think we should talk this out tonight.”

He pulled back. “Are you fucking serious?”

You glared at him.

“What if I don’t want to talk this out? Can’t we do something else? I’m sorry, okay? Is that enough?”

“You can’t even apologize properly, huh?”

“Can you stop? What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe start by announcing our relationship to the public,” you stated. You weren’t going to let him escape this tonight. 

“Here we fucking go again,” he rolled his eyes.

The atmosphere was still charged with tension that never left. Stood in the center of chaos, was you and Max, faces flushed with anger.

“What? You don’t want to talk about this again? Well, I think we should. We absolutely should. I can't believe you still won't acknowledge our relationship, Max! We've been together for almost 2 years, and it's time we let the world know!”

Max clenched his fists, his voice filled with frustration as well, though quieter than yours was. “Y/N, you know I care about you. It's just... I've always been a private person. I don't like putting my personal life out there for everyone to see,” he said defensively.

“It's not about putting our personal life on display, Max. It's about acknowledging what we have, showing that we're proud to be together. But it feels like you're ashamed of me, like you don't even want people to know we're in love,” you wanted to scream but you didn’t, because he was finally communicating with you.

“It's not that at all! I'm not ashamed of you, I promise. I'm just scared of what might happen if we make this public. I don't want our relationship to become some spectacle.”

Your anger slowly turned into empathy as you saw the pain behind his eyes. You softened your stance and cautiously stepped closer to him. “We can't let fear dictate our lives. We deserve to be in a relationship where we can freely express what we feel for each other.”

“We can go through this like we always do. Whatever it is, We can fix it,” his voice cracked, as he struggled to express his vulnerability.

For a moment, you thought you finally got through him. That was until he talked again.

“Just wait for now.”

“Wait? We’ve already waited for almost 2 years. I’ve waited for you for almost 2 years. How many more years do you need? Another 2 years? 3 years? 6? How many more?” you sighed. “No, Max. We've been through this countless times. All we do is fucking wait.”

Max wasn’t angry anymore. He realized his mistake and knew what he should do. But the thing was, he still wasn’t ready. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. It was all he could say.

He knew hiding you was unfair. If only you could just give him a little more time.

“Then fucking show it. I’m tired of this, Max. I feel like a fucking toy. Your family doesn’t even know I exist. I’m just someone you call when you want to fuck. I’m always hidden behind closed doors, never allowed to go out. I don’t even know how I lasted this long with you.”

“Because deep inside you know you love it too,” he stated. “Admit it, you love the thrill. The hiding, the fighting, and the screaming. You wouldn’t have stayed with me this long if you didn’t love it.”

He was right. You did love it.

The look in his eyes was doing something to your heart, convincing you to stay. But your mind was screaming at you to leave. You deserved someone and something better than this.

And just like what he said to you earlier, to use your fucking brain, you used your brain this time.

“This time I’ve had enough. I hope that we both find happiness, even if it means being apart,” you told him with a heavy heart.

He didn’t speak and you took that as a sign to leave.

He watched as you left the bedroom, not even bothering to get the clothes you kept in his closet. He sat on the edge of the bed again, left shattered as he heard your heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and the sound of the elevator door closing when you exited the house.

It’s been a few weeks since you walked away in the heat of the fight that night. A couple of race weekends had already passed. 

Max has probably texted and called you a hundred times, none of them you replied to or picked up. You rested on your bed, relishing the silence that your apartment in Menton had. It was the complete opposite of Max’s penthouse, where you screamed at each other almost every day. You looked at your phone, scrolling through Twitter only to see the usual tweets from fans reacting to the previous race. One particular tweet caught your attention. It was a tweet about Max.

You laughed bitterly, thinking how they truly had no idea.

Just then, someone knocked on your door and your heart pounded with anticipation. You opened it to see Max, wearing a hoodie and a mask so the public wouldn’t recognize him. He let himself in when you didn’t acknowledge him. He walked into your living room, hesitantly glancing at you. He was unsure how you’ll react.

“Get back with me,” he said.

“Wow, not even an introduction? No ‘how are you?’ or ‘how have you been?’”

“I’m miserable without you,” he admitted. “Please, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer.

“I can change. If you don’t want us to fight or scream at each other, I’ll do my best to control myself.”

“It was never about the screaming, because if I’m being honest, a part of me loved it,” you confessed. 

He stared at you with a glint in his eyes soon after you said that.

“Although, I would appreciate it if we didn’t argue almost every day. It gets exhausting to deal with you sometimes.”

“I can do that. I’ll work on myself.”

“But?” you asked. You knew there was more to what he was saying. You were sure there was a catch to this.

“But we still have to stay hidden for now. Give me more time, Y/N.”

And there it was. The catch.

“You know, I get the whole hiding from the public thing. I always knew you were a private person and being in the public eye doesn’t help that. But not introducing me to your family? Not even your friends? I can’t even tell my own family because you don’t want me to. I feel like your dirty little secret.”

“That’s not entirely true. Daniel knows. He knows you because I’ve told him about you.”

Your eyebrows were knitted from confusion. “How am I just knowing about this now?”

“It’s not important. I drunkenly told him one time but I warned him not to tell you or anyone what he knew.”

“Why? All this time I could’ve talked to him about us…”

“Why would you even want to talk to him?” he asked, a hint of jealousy evident in his voice.

“You don’t get it. I feel lonely, Max. It would’ve been nice if I had someone to talk to about our relationship. It gets tiring lying to my friends and family and declining their invitations when they want to go out and find me someone to date.”

“I swear I’ll eventually introduce you to everyone. Just not right now.”

“Max… I don’t know,” you told him. “I can’t keep waiting anymore. I don’t want to.”

“Y/N, please…”

“I think it’s time for you to leave, Max.”

“Y/N…”

“Leave,” you opened the door for him.

He looked at you once more, hoping you’ll change your mind. But when you stared at the door instead of him, he obliged.

A month passed, and Max never texted or called you again. You knew you should be thankful. This was what you wanted, right? You told him to leave. And that’s what he did. He left.

And now here you were, sitting alone with your stupid pride as you stared at your phone. You went through the photographs, selecting every photo you had of him just to delete it.

You remembered the pain of leaving, the longing to see Max once more, and the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different now.

You remembered seeing him again and the pain of telling him to leave. How he pulled your heartstrings to try and make you stay with him, and the way his eyes glistened with hurt and regret.

But then you also remembered that his resolution was to wait. 

Max Verstappen was many things, but when it came to you, sure was not one of them.

Time was not stopping anytime soon. You weren’t getting younger. You deserved to be with someone who was sure. Someone who knew what he was doing.

But still.

There was always a ‘but’ and a ‘still’.

He had a hold on you.

And up until now, the hold was strong, never losing its grip.

You kept going back over the things you both said, recalling the slamming doors and all the things that you misread.

Looking back, you knew you were the one who told him it was over, but you only did that because you were so mad. If he really knew everything about you, then why couldn’t he see that you wanted him to chase after you?

He came back one time, tried to convince you for one time. Was that all of it? 

You stood up, walking towards the window just to stare at the concrete road. You imagined Max standing right there, coming back to ask you to stay with him again.

You wanted him to stand outside your window, throwing pebbles at it to get your attention. And then you imagined him screaming how much he loved you, although that would probably never happen because, again, he was a private person. He couldn’t even introduce you to his family, how in the world could he scream he loved you outside your place where there was no doubt other people would hear him?

Droplets of rain covered the window. It started raining.

You wanted him to be outside, to wait there in the pouring rain because he came back for more.

For more moments with you.

For more time with you.

For more you.

And if he did come back, you knew you wouldn’t want him to leave again. 

Because if you looked closer, you might’ve been the one who told him to leave, but all you really wanted was him.

If only he tried a bit more like what you expected him to do. If only he pushed a bit more, begged a bit more, and fought a bit more. If he asked you to stay with him again, you would’ve said yes.

If only what you needed was at the other side of your door. With his face and his beautiful eyes, bearing a conversation with the little white lies. And then the night would beautifully fade like an old picture because you were with him.

You broke down crying. Was it your fault because you couldn’t wait more like what he wanted you to do? Was it worth this mess?

After everything, you must confess… you needed him.

But he wasn’t here anymore. He wasn’t coming back.

So, you wiped your tears and looked away from the window you were staring through. You glanced at the clock you had in your room, sighing as you realized it was already past 11 p.m. and here you were breaking down over someone who kept you like a secret. The worst part was, you couldn’t talk about this to someone because no one else knew—just you, Max, and Daniel Ricciardo who you didn’t even know that much personally.

You grabbed your phone from your bed, eyes widening when you looked at the unread notification.

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[f1version]

2000s baby! ★ 2K CELEBRATION

note. welcome to my 2k celebration !! this is still crazy, this last week has crazy. you are so amazing and have no idea how happy i am, feel free to request all you want. thank you so so much <3

schedule. september 18th — october 1st

navigation ★ masterlist ★ request

get to know me! — ask questions about my life, opinions, studies, recs, curiosities, favorites, advice, f1 stories, experiences, or gossip with me, anything you want!

game on — ask me to play tumblr games such as cym, top 5, fmk / kmk, would you rather, etc

gallery — request a driver + prompt ( e.g. lewis + late night drive ) and i' make a moodboard for it

little things — request a driver + prompt or a song and i will write some headcanons

on my phone — send me a song + a driver and i'll write an instagram au based on it!

the lost files — if you've submitted a request before and i haven't done it, let me know which one so i can find it and do it! (i'll answer through the original request! )

writing for ★ carlos sainz jr. ★ chares leclerc ★ oscar piastri ★ max verstappen ★ lando norris ★ lewis hamilton ★ george russell ★ alex albon ★ lance stroll ★ daniel ricciardo ★ yuki tsunoda ★ mick schumacher ★ frederik vesti ★ arthur leclerc

mutuals. @lorarri @sainzcaleruega @goldsainz @cartierre @thatsdemko @holllandtrash @willowpains @monzabee @mehrmonga @sainzclerc @hmxltn @lovelytsunoda @chrysanthemonza @silverstonesainz @formulaforza @silverszobo @redclercs @winterbarnesblog @rose-tinted-juls @ricc3rodeo @ofsaintandsinner @vinvantae @lxnceclercs @strawberrysainz @forteafy @a-distantdreamer @silversainz @sebscore @squderia @diorleclerc @writingstoraes @kiwisa @oconso @lxclerc @fleetwooods @softiecharlie @44mercs @silvervioletvalentine @thebearchives @vamossainz55 @deviltsunoda @kevinsdsy @misspaddockverse @whore4mount @softtdaisy @graveyard-dates @butterfliesbysainz

[loveyourmama]

Hello loves! Here i will be putting here some of my recommendation on some stories or fanfictions...Some of them can be 18+ so please if you are a minor do not read them. Thank you. I hope you will enjoy them as I did. Have a nice day <3

18+ stories = *

MARVEL

Steve Rogers

*Brat taming from @imaginedreamwrite

*Steve Rogers masterlist from @navybrat817

*High value hero masterlist from @rustytricycle

Bucky Barnes

*Barnes, Barnes & Barnes from

@imaginedreamwrite

*The maid of Mr. Barnes masterlist from @disasterofastory

Stucky

*Wildest dreams from @imaginedreamwrite

*Love on the brain from @imaginedreamwrite

*Brave new world from @imaginedreamwrite

*Stucky masterlist from @navybrat817

Natasha Romanoff

*Lay me down from @imanuglywombat

Wanda Maximoff

*A gilded cage from @imanuglywombat

Sam Wilson

Thor

CELEBRITIES

Chris Evans and his characters...

Lip gloss (James Mace) from @shotgunbunny

Imagine for Chris Evans from @imyourbratzdoll

Sebastian Stan

Kylian M'bappe

Territorial from @freshfraise

Richarlison

Number 9 from @freshfraise

Neymar Jr

Jude Bellingham

Silent treatment from @calistrae

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Charles Leclerc

At home date from @writingstoraes

[cxcewg]

- BLOG INTRO -

• cece • 

˖° hi everyone! i’m cece and i’m trying something new this summer (writing fanfiction)! just a warning, i text like i talk (which means i am prone to rambling so bear with me here).

i lean towards writing smaus since this is the first time i'm trying out something like that and i just love writing them so much (it's such a different perspective and tone) and it doesn't require the kind of detailed plot that writing actual fics does.

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• some facts about me • 

˖° i am…

chinese-american  fluent in english, mandarin, and french taking a gap year before attending college (deferred attendance to my dream college) a student a STEM girl

• favorite… • 

teams in f1? scuderia ferrari (forza!) + mclaren drivers in f1? charles leclerc 🥺and lando norris 🥰 (oscar piastri too as well as carlos sainz and max verstappen) driver in f2? ollie bearman ❤️ singer? ts (BUT I AM NOT A SWIFTIE I SWEAR) - but i also like beabadoobee/bruno mars/cigarettes after sex/arianna grande/d4vd/illenium song? right now it's good things fall apart by illenium (but it varies dat to day) music genre? edm or pop book/series? struggled for at least 10 minutes to decide this, but if i had to pick one it’d be the off campus series (it’s no masterpiece like but it’s amazing in it’s own way - and primarily the first 2 books) - and out of that the deal would be my favorite. classic? pride and prejudice or little women genre? romance (particularly sporty romance) 😉but dystopian is a close second movie? lord of the rings (the hobbit was a complete 💩show and as far as i’m concerned, it never happened) OR legally blonde tv series? bridgerton sport? golfer here and i’m married to the golf course so… 🤷🏻‍♀️there’s really no debate as far as i’m concerned.

• who i write for • 

˖° currently, i am trying to write for f1 (trying being the keyword). mainly writing blurbs/imagines, but i might try out writing some smaus in the not-so-far future. this is my first time writing fanfiction, but charles had me feeling inspired so… please be patient with me!

i’m a pretty new f1 fan but i’ve REALLY gotten into it (ask any of my friends). obviously i don’t know everything just yet, but i do understand enough to know that ferrari is driving a shitbox. and no i did not get into f1 because of dts so 😌 and if someone asks, i’ll tell you the story.

right now, i will write for any f1 driver, but charles leclerc, lando norris, and oscar piastri will probably be getting most of my time for now. if you request anything, i'll give it a shot!

i also write for the following characters :)

cedric diggory (harry potter)

finnick odair (hunger games)

tobias james (divergent)

requests are open.

• fic recs • 

˖° on my blog right now, i mainly have the fon it. all you have to do is search up their name, followed by fic recs in my tags. an example of this would be #charles leclerc fic rec

one of my favorite charles writers is @writingstoraes and she is absolutely amazing so i completely encourage you to check her page out. some other recommended f1 writers are - @norrisleclercf1 @dilemmaontwolegs (check out her NAV series) @landonfour @formulaforza @cieloclercs @cartierre @httpiastri @f1version @holllandtrash (6 to 1 >>> and she's writing a sequel of sorts 🥺) @golden-cherry (the deal is just perfection) these are just a few - please just check out who i'm following, you will not be disappointed

if anyone’s looking for any recommendations, let me know and i’m happy to find you some.

• tag list • 

tag list is open right now, just let me know!

˖° anyways, have a great day and if you enjoy my work, give me a follow. if not, have a great day as well!

[harianaswhore]

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[slytherheign]

GOLD RUSH | daniel ricciardo

PART 2/4 OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader, ex!max verstappen x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

SUMMARY: you don't like a gold rush, but you're attracted to someone everyone admires. when he stares at you with eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting, will you jump in or not?

WARNINGS: cursing/swearing, people not giving a single fuck about the 3-month rule, mention of a hand injury, and allusions to a past unhealthy relationship. as i said, this can be read as a one-shot but there are references in this about the previous part of the series. so… you might want to read that. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 16+]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. also, based on my research, driver rooms are either located in a team motorhome or a floor in the driver’s garage. i literally watched paddock tours, garage tours, driver’s room tours BUT i still cannot find where in the japanese gp are the driver rooms located. so in this fic the driver’s room is a part of the garage, i imagined it on the 2nd floor. if you are reading the series i suggest rereading the last part because i changed some important details there like the timeline and stuff. again, huge thanks to my bestie @writingstoraes for helping me with the social media parts included here.

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All you did was accept his follow request on Instagram.

Then happened the small talks, the exchanging of numbers, the constant messages, and the little secret meetups.

And now here you were, meeting with his family as he introduced you to them.

What Max couldn’t do in almost 2 years, Daniel did in 2 months.

You remembered the date you accepted his follow request, July 19th. Only a few days before he would drive for AlphaTauri after Nyck de Vries got sacked. He then spent most of his summer break getting to know you. And when he sustained a break to a metacarpal on his left hand during the free practice 2 session at the Dutch Grand Prix, you stayed with him and it brought you even closer.

Today was September 19th. Exactly 2 months after you accepted his follow request and 2 days after the race in Singapore ended—the race where he returned after his injury. You were having dinner with his family. His mother told you stories about Daniel’s childhood. He was embarrassed at some of them, but you assured him that you thought the stories were cute. You smiled all throughout the meal. This was a new experience for you, getting introduced to someone’s family and getting treated like you were already one of their own.

You were used to being hidden. Things never used to be like this. For the longest time, it was always secret glances, touching behind closed doors, and kissing behind closed curtains. It was never talking, laughing, and getting along with his family.

He joined you when you took the initiative to wash the dishes. His mother didn’t want you to, but you insisted because it was all you could do in return for their warm welcome. 

You worked as a team. You washed the plates with the dishwashing soap while Daniel rinsed them with water, silence never surrounding you for even a moment because he had so many stories to tell and you loved hearing every single one of them.

You weren’t even in a relationship yet. Sure, you went on a few dates, but there was still no label put on it. There were no kisses, no making out—just the occasional holding hands and Daniel never complained. He understood that you still weren’t prepared for another relationship and he was ready to wait.

“It’s late. We should probably rest,” he spoke up after you both washed your hands and dried them using a paper towel. You followed him into his childhood room.

“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor,” he said.

“You don’t need to do that. This is your room.”

“No, please. I insist,” he smiled.

You took the bed, immediately smelling his scent on the sheets. From the paint to the posters and the pillows, everything about this room screamed Daniel Ricciardo and it gave you so much comfort.

But even with all the comfort his bed provided, you still couldn’t sleep. “Daniel?” you called his name.

“Hmm?” he replied, he couldn’t sleep as well.

“What were you thinking that day?” you asked quietly.

“What day?”

“When you requested to follow me on Instagram. You knew I was dating Max, right?”

“You already broke up that night.”

“Well, yeah. But you didn’t know that.”

“I actually did. Max told me when he was drunk and crying. I don’t think he remembers telling me, though.”

“Why did you want to follow me?”

“I was curious, I guess. I wanted to see who made Max cry. He’s one of my closest friends so I wanted to know who was this girl he was crying about. Your account was private but I was really curious about you, so I requested to follow you and…”

“And?” you urged him to continue.

“And I loved what I saw. You’re really beautiful.”

You blushed, covering your face with your hands even though he couldn’t see them anyway. You changed the topic. “You said Max was crying?” 

“Yeah. But then he also drunkenly told me the reason why. And for what it’s worth, I’m on your side. You did the right thing. You deserve someone better.”

No one spoke for a moment. Your mind suddenly lingered on Max. He would never cry in public, not even in front of a friend. You knew that if he was sober, he would’ve never cried in front of Daniel. Max always said that he was raised to not show any sign of weakness to anyone, and he thought that crying was one of them. You were the only exception. With you, he wasn’t afraid of crying. Hell, he had broken down in front of you countless times and you were always there for him. And he loved that you were always there for him.

You pushed any further thought of him away from your head. He wasn’t yours anymore. You shouldn’t think about him. He wasn’t the one lying on the floor next to the bed you laid on now, it was Daniel.

“Dan?” you softly called his name.

He smiled at the new nickname. “Yeah?”

“Can you sleep next to me?”

“Are you sure?” he asked. From the way his voice sounded, you knew he was smiling.

“Please?” you said, moving yourself to make a space for him on the bed.

He immediately stood up to lie beside you. None of you felt any awkwardness, it was almost like it was always meant to be like this—you and him, beside each other.

You stared at the ceiling, not really feeling any sleepiness. How could you? When there were about a thousand thoughts circling themselves in your head?

Thoughts about your future, about Daniel, and about Max. You were just thankful you were privileged to be born into a family that owns a successful company in Monaco. And although you stayed in Menton, you still worked for your family business. At least, if the public discovered your possible future relationship with Daniel, you knew they couldn’t call you a gold digger because you already have plenty of gold just by yourself. That was one less thing to worry about.

Daniel couldn’t sleep either, knowing that you were still awake. He looked at you, following your line of vision until he stared at the ceiling as well.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“A lot,” you chuckled.

“Do you want to talk about them?”

“No,” you shook your head. “At least not yet.”

“That’s okay. You wanna talk about something else?”

You thought for a moment before a sudden question entered your mind. “What’s your favorite memory that happened here in your room?”

“Well, I had my first make-out session here,” he laughed. 

You playfully hit his shoulder. “Really?” you laughed. “That’s your favorite memory?”

“Why? Are you jealous because it wasn’t you?” he teased.

“I-”

“Just kidding,” he laughed again. “My favorite memory in this room was when my dad and I sat on this bed and had a deep talk about life. I still l remember every piece of advice he told me that day and I try my best to follow them.”

“Care to tell me one advice?” you said. “Who knows, maybe it’ll help me out at some point.”

“There was one he told me that really stuck to me the most,” he responded.

“What is it about?”

“About love.”

You glanced at him before looking back up again at the ceiling. “Tell me.”

“Give love time to flourish, but never time what flourishes the love.”

You let the words sink in. You turned to your side so you could face him, urging him to elaborate. 

“You can fall in love with someone years after meeting them, at the same time, you can fall in love with someone after hours of meeting them. The length doesn’t matter if the trust is strong and the love is already stronger.

“You can get engaged after being with someone for 6 years, at the same time, you can get engaged after being with someone for 6 months. 

“Time matters, yes. But the length is subjective. Love is not supposed to be a competition where time is the sole judge. Sometimes, longer doesn’t mean healthier, and shorter doesn’t make it insincere or artificial.”

He turned to his side so he could face you as well. You didn’t know what to reply and he didn’t expect you to. You just stared at each other’s eyes.

You had never paid attention to his eyes more than what you were doing now. 

They were gleaming.

Twinkling.

Those eyes…

They were like sinking ships on waters so inviting.

You almost jumped in.

You cleared your throat, pulling away from his face that was just an inch away from yours. Funny, you didn’t even notice your faces were moving closer to each other.

“W-we should-uhh n-not,” you suggested.

“Y-yeah, we should not,” he agreed, smiling sheepishly.

The next race was not far ahead. You actually thought that after the race in Singapore, he would fly straight to Japan to get ready for the next grand prix. Instead, he took 3 days off just to set up a dinner with you and his family. 

You didn’t know why he did it, because if you were him, you wouldn’t want to stress yourself this much just for you to meet his family. You weren’t demanding anything right now. If Max made you wait for almost 2 years, you could wait a couple more months for Daniel. After all, waiting was your game—and an expert at that.

It wasn’t a coincidence that Daniel introduced you to his family exactly 2 months after your first interaction. He knew about the waiting game Max made you play for almost 2 years. The number ‘2’ always being the highlight. So, he did what Max couldn’t do in just 2 months. He wanted to prove something. And from the look on your face the moment his parents hugged you, he knew his little plan worked.

It also wasn’t a coincidence that out of all the advice his father gave him, what he told you was the one about love and time being subjective. It was his sly way of saying that it didn’t matter how long you two have known each other. He was basically saying that Max may have had you longer but you should pick him. He had feelings for you, he wanted you to see that, and hopefully, return them. 

Tomorrow, he needed to travel. Reality would return again, and the track needed him. As much as he wanted to spend more time with you, his car won’t drive itself. He had a thought.

“Do you want to go with me?” he asked suddenly. “To Suzuka.”

There was something in you that screamed to go back to your Menton apartment. Were you ready to go to a Grand Prix supporting a different driver than who you were used to supporting?

This was a second chance at everything, though. A chance to move on and a chance to have something new and someone new to look forward to.

“Okay,” you finally answered. “I’ll just have to do some work online for our family business. But as soon as I’m done, I’ll be in the stands cheering for you.”

He looked at you like you said some forbidden language. “The stands?” he asked you.

“Yeah, like with the other fans,” you shrugged.

“You know you’re not like the other fans, right? You can watch in the garage. If you’re not comfortable with other people seeing you, you can stay in my driver’s room and watch there. I’m sure there’s a monitor there.”

Again, this was a new experience for you. You didn’t know what to say.

“It would make me really happy knowing you’re in my room rather than in the stands. I could also show you the car and some stuff,” he continued.

Max never even invited you to walk the pitlane with him. And now here was Daniel, all ready and prepared to tour the entire paddock with you if you asked him to.

“That would be great,” you smiled.

“We better rest then, we have to travel tomorrow.”

JAPAN. SEPTEMBER 24, 2023. 

The race was happening today.

For the last few days since you got here, you chose to stay at a hotel near where the circuit was. Daniel was staying at the same hotel just 2 floors above yours. He invited you to stay in his room but you refused because it would raise a lot of suspicion. You were still figuring out what you had with Daniel and staying in the same room as him would paint a picture that you were already in a relationship. You knew just how F1 fans could become detectives if they wanted to. They already knew your name when Daniel decided to follow you on Instagram. A lot of them tried to follow you, but you chose not to accept their follow requests.

You stayed in your hotel room on Friday and Saturday, watching the practice sessions and the qualifying in your room. You didn’t really have a choice, you had online work to do. You watched while you worked. 

But not today.

Today, you were free. Today, you’d watch the Grand Prix in person.

Daniel visited you quite often in your room. He took advantage of you being in the same hotel as him. He always tried to convince you to get out, but you always said that you were busy finishing some work in advance so you could attend the Grand Prix with no worries about work. He stayed beside you while you worked until his duties called him and he needed to get to work as well.

But not today.

Today, he didn’t have to convince you anymore because you wouldn’t stay in your room. Today, you’d join him.

The plan was to walk behind him through the paddock with an AlphaTauri staff until you reached his garage where he would tour you and get you to meet the people working there. After that, he would lead you to his driver’s room where you would stay.

If it was entirely up to him, he wanted you to walk beside him instead of behind. But you refused again, because you knew walking beside him would launch something that you weren’t sure of yet.

You didn’t understand yourself. You broke up with Max because he kept you hidden. And now that you were with someone who wanted to show you off to the world, you’d rather stay hidden. You told yourself it was just because you and Daniel did not have a label in your relationship yet. You convinced him it was just because you were still figuring everything out.

And those reasons were reasonable and true. 

But you missed one little fact.

There was something about being hidden that excited you. 

Maybe being Max’s secret for a long time had convinced you that being hidden was an exciting thrill.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. You finished fixing your hair immediately to open it. On the other side was a staff from AlphaTauri you had gotten close to for the past couple of days. You followed her downstairs where you met up with Daniel.

As soon as Daniel entered the paddock, all eyes were on him. The cameras turned and snapped pictures, your white cap barely hiding your face so you looked down and focused on the road most of the time. You should’ve brought sunglasses.

You heard people calling his name. Photographers, fans, people from the other teams—everyone. He displayed a huge smile on his face that everyone returned as soon as they got a sight of him. He waved at everyone, because let’s be honest, everyone knew him.

You saw everything as you walked behind him.

You saw how everyone admired him.

How everyone glorified everything he did. 

Not everyone knew him personally, but everyone felt close to him. That was how admirable Daniel Ricciardo was. He leaves a mark on everyone. A mark so indelible and so perfect that no one could ever forget. No one would dare to forget.

It started to make you insecure.

It ached to even think of how perfect he was, of how peaceful he was. Like sunshine, he was a need for everyone. He presented a light that everyone would kill for just to have a taste of.

It started to make you jealous.

It was like he floated as he walked because everyone cheered on him. Like a rush of gold, he was a desire—a temptation.

And you didn’t like a gold rush.

You didn’t like anticipating your face in a red flush.

You didn’t like that anyone would die to feel his touch.

Everybody wanted him.

Halfway through your destination, the AlphaTauri staff you were walking with behind Daniel suddenly realized she left something important in her room. She had to go back to the hotel, leaving you no choice but to stand and walk beside Daniel.

And he loved it. He glanced at you every now and then, smiling and checking if you were alright. He brought his camera with him, he took some pictures of the surroundings while he walked. You didn’t know that most of those pictures were you looking around the place. You’ve been to multiple F1 races in your life, but this was your first time in a Grand Prix in Japan.

You entered the pitlane with him. And once again, photographers snapped pictures of him. You slowed down a bit, letting Daniel be on the front again and the only focus of the cameras. He instantly noticed the lack of your presence beside him, looking at you and smiling, telling you it was alright and that you could walk beside him again. You eyed the cameras, observing that their focus was not on Daniel anymore as another driver was walking towards your way. So, you went back beside him, smiling softly at him. He placed a hand on your back guiding you through the large amount of people coming and leaving the pitlane.

For a slight moment, you wondered how someone so perfect would want to be with someone so imperfect. How could someone as desired as gold would want to love someone who was the complete opposite?

You were nearing his garage, but before you could reach it, a pair of familiar eyes caught yours. You swore you felt your heart jump and the world stop for a second but you shook it off.

As it turned out, the other driver that was walking towards your way was none other than Max Verstappen.

He froze for a second but he looked away from you. He continued walking, pretending that nothing ever happened but you noticed that his jaw was clenched when he walked past you.

When you reached Daniel’s garage, he introduced you to his race engineer and mechanics. You exchanged greetings. Yuki Tsunoda joined the conversation as well when he took notice of the new addition that Daniel brought. 

“So, what are you two?” Yuki asked. The other people in the garage were listening intently, curious as to what the answer was.

“Umm, we’re not really sure yet,” you answered honestly. “We’re still figuring it out.”

You looked at Daniel and he grinned, agreeing with your answer. Most of them shrugged at your response but they couldn’t hide the smirks they were showing when they each looked at Daniel.

Daniel led the way to his driver’s room, making sure you were settled in there before he eventually had to leave to do some things he needed to do.

You heard the sound of your phone notifying you that someone sent you a message. You checked it.

You rolled your eyes as you stared at your phone, slightly cursing at yourself because you swore not to reply to any of his texts anymore. His last texts were from the night he tried to convince you to stay with him—the last time you talked to him in person. You didn’t even notice yourself typing a reply until you already sent it.

You knew nothing would stop Max from doing what he wanted to do. What Max Verstappen wants, Max Verstappen gets.

You just placed your phone in your pocket and hoped that whatever kind of talk they would have would not affect the race later.

The race would start at 1:00 p.m., and even at 9:17 a.m., you could already feel how busy everyone was. Daniel entered the room, immediately sitting next to you on the couch and hugging you close. He rested his head on your lap and you played with his hair, twirling his already curly hair with your fingers. You stayed like that for a while, you were sure Daniel had already fallen asleep. You chuckled, pulling your phone from your pocket and snapping a cute picture of him.

You weren’t sure how many minutes had passed. You tried taking a nap but your excitement for today was too much for even a minute of sleep to consume you. So, you just stared at Daniel and resumed playing with his hair with one hand, while the other scrolled through Twitter on your phone.

And there it was. The speculations were already starting. You had no idea how they even knew it was you from just a side view of your body.

But for the first time, you didn’t care.

You scrolled even more, reading almost every comment about the picture of you and Daniel. 

Every comment and reply you saw was positive, not even one negative comment about him. People loved him and you understood them. What’s there not to love about him?

Even you were not an exception. You cared for him. You were attracted to someone everyone admired.

Everybody wondered what it would be like to love him.

And you wondered the same.

Daniel’s phone that was atop the coffee table made a noise, informing him that someone had texted. He was still lying on the couch with his head on your lap when he got woken up by the notification and took his phone from the table. He immediately sat up when he saw who it was.

You sneaked a glance and saw that it was Max.

They were texting back and forth and since Daniel’s phone was not on silent, you heard every tap he made on his keyboard. He was typing roughly, his phone shaking just by the force of his typing. His jaw was clenched and his eyebrows were knitted. 

He was angry. 

And you knew why. You wanted the couch you were sitting on right now to eat you alive. 

Minutes later, someone knocked on the door, saying something about a meeting he needed to present for. You knew he wasn’t talking to Max anymore because he had stopped typing. But still, he stared at the phone with so much hatred. 

You had never seen Daniel this angry before. You couldn’t help but ask Max what he said.

But of course, Max told you nothing.

Daniel stood up suddenly, his stance telling you he was still pissed off. But before he could fully leave the room, he looked at you as if he was asking for your permission if he could leave. You nodded in response, smiling to assure him that you were going to be fine.

You didn’t dare to know how their conversation went anymore.

“It’s lights out and away we go!” you heard Crofty announce. And as soon as he said it, 20 sensational drivers in their cars fought for positions.

You actually left Daniel's room before the race started, deciding to watch from the back of the main garage with the other AlphaTauri guests. You didn’t need to hide anyway because people already knew you. And besides, the cameras were focused on the race. 

53 laps later, Daniel finished P9 which was astonishing given that he was driving an AlphaTauri. Because let’s be honest, the team and their cars aren't exactly built to win a championship.

You knew he had media duties to do after the race so you didn’t expect him to go back immediately. You returned to his room, watching the post-race interviews while waiting for him. You immediately focused on the screen as soon as it was his turn.

“P9, huh? What an astonishing drive,” a Sky reporter praised him. 

“Well, yeah,” he chuckled. “Thank you. I had a lot more motivation today and I made sure to project it on track.”

You blushed. 

The reporter asked him questions about the pace, what he felt about the race and the usual stuff. All of them he answered with a smile on his face. Even in his sweaty conditions, he looked gorgeous. 

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

His hair was falling into place like dominoes.

And once again you questioned just how on earth this man was a real person.

Back in the hotel, with your phone in your pocket, you were helping Daniel pack his suitcases in his room after you already packed yours. 

He was taking a much-needed shower while you insisted on packing his belongings for him. God knew how tired he was after the race and you had a lot of free time on your hands. Even if he didn’t want you to do it for him, you still did it.

Daniel came out of the bathroom already dressed and immediately proceeded to help you pack. “Have you seen my headphones?” he asked.

“No, and I haven’t packed it yet,” you answered. “Where did you last remember using it?”

“I think it’s in your room.”

“Okay, I’ll check it,” you got ready to leave before he stopped you. 

“You want me to come with you?” he asked.

“No, but thanks,” you smiled. “Just continue packing so we’ll finish faster.”

Moments later, you discovered that his headphones were indeed in your room. You quickly retrieved it and made your way back to his.

As you were about to open Daniel’s door, the room beside him opened and someone entered the hallway. You made the mistake of looking at the person because it was Max. You made eye contact for the second time that day and he seemed stuck on the floor. 

He frowned, eyeing you and the room you were about to enter. You saw his confusion turn into realization when he remembered who the person staying in that room was. And then, he scoffed. He walked past you again, brushing his shoulder with yours as he went straight to the elevator.

You sighed, opening the door and seeing how Daniel already finished packing most of his belongings.

“I found it,” you said, handing him the headphones. He stood up from his position, getting the item from your hand before tossing it on the bed and caging you with his arms. 

“My God, what would I do without you?” he said, rocking you back and forth as he hugged you. 

You looked up to meet his eyes. “I don’t know, probably lose half of your things,” you laughed as he released you from his arms. “Now, where were we?” you asked, looking over all the suitcases on the floor. 

“I finished most of it, I’m sure it’ll take me only 5 minutes to finish the rest.”

“Okay, you do that. I’ll check the other bags if you’ve forgotten something again.”

Daniel did in fact finish the rest in only 5 minutes. He stood up, stretching his body after the crouching he had to do while he was packing. 

You couldn’t help but look at him. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and his back was facing you. You saw how the muscles on his arms and back flexed while he stretched.

Suddenly, everything was in slow motion.

You didn't like slow motion double vision in rose blush.

You didn’t like that falling felt like flying 'til the bone crush.

Everybody wanted him.

And you didn’t like that you didn’t wonder the same anymore.

Because unlike them, you didn’t need to wonder. You already loved him.

You didn’t like a gold rush.

But for him, you would.

You stood up, walking towards him until you were in front of him. He faced you, confused as to what you had to say.

But you didn’t say anything.

Instead, you placed your hands on his cheeks and you caressed them gently.

His eyes started doing the same thing they did back when you spent the night in his childhood room and your heart started beating faster than ever.

They were gleaming.

Twinkling.

Those eyes…

They were like sinking ships on waters so inviting.

So, you jumped in.

You pulled his face close to you, closing the distance with a passionate kiss. He was shocked at first, not because he didn’t want it but because he didn’t expect it. He was ready for you anytime, he was just waiting for the time you would tell him that you felt the same.

And instead of telling him, you showed him. 

With a kiss, you made him feel.

Daniel reciprocated the kiss and held you closer.

From that moment on, he won. 

Or at least he thought he did.

We all know Max Verstappen was a fierce competitor.

He kissed your forehead when he pulled away. Then, he placed a soft peck on both sides of your cheeks before pressing his hands softly on them. You looked at him lovingly.

Your phone in your pocket buzzed from someone messaging you but you were too busy admiring Daniel that you didn’t even pay attention to it.

Only time would tell how those two sets of three little words would affect you.

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LOVER: THE TRILOGY | the finale countdown celebration (may 10-24)

— series masterlist. celebration tag. <- where you can see who participated in this.

— as of posting this, we’re exactly one week away from the finale! here’s a list of things we can do together to celebrate.

i. q & a.

ask me anything about the series. like, literally anything. you can ask me about the process, how did i come up with the concept, etc. (you need to send me an ask to participate in this. if you want to ask anonymously, be part of the anon club! claim your emoji/word before asking).

ii. comment your favorites.

a. what’s your favorite line/paragraph from the series so far? dialogue or not, just comment your favorite line/paragraph from the 2 parts that are already out. also, mention the title of the part you got it from!

b. once the last part is out, come back here and comment your favorite part from the series and include your favorite line from that part. (you can only do this once you’ve read the entire series).

iii. rate the series.

this one is simple. once you’ve finished reading the entire series, go to the series masterlist, reblog the masterlist with your review and rate it out of 10.

iv. song association.

comment a song from taylor’s “lover” album and associate it with any f1 driver! just comment with this pattern: [charles leclerc + the archer + reason why]. who knows, maybe i’ll do a one-shot story about it!

— tagging some readers: @writingstoraes @joshiiieeenesx @c-losur3 @dreamingofautopia @lpab @matildrry @fangirl125reader @tall-tanned-tattoo @stevesworld96 @princessria127 @checo2011 @myriadoffears

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BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY | the finale countdown celebration (sep 10-17)

— series masterlist. celebration tag <- where you can see who participated in this.

— we’re 3 hours away from the series finale! here’s a list of some things we can do together to celebrate.

i. scream your team.

are you team max or daniel? scream your team by posting their poster on your wall with the tags #broken glass and honey: the series and #team max or #team daniel. don’t forget to mention me! pick your poster here:

ii. comment your favorites.

a. what’s your favorite line/paragraph from the series so far? dialogue or not, just comment your favorite line/paragraph from the 4 parts that are already out. also, mention the title of the part you got it from!

b. once the last 2 parts are out, come back here and comment your favorite part from the series and include your favorite line from that part. (you can only do this once you’ve read the entire series).

iii. q & a.

ask me anything about the series. like, literally anything. you can ask me about the process, how did i come up with the concept, etc. (you need to send me an ask to participate in this. if you want to ask anonymously, be part of the anon club! claim your emoji/word before asking).

iv. rate the series.

this one is simple. once you’ve finished reading the entire series, go to the series masterlist, reblog the masterlist with your review and rate it out of 10.

— tagging some readers: @dreamingofautopia @lpab @matildrry @fangirl125reader @tall-tanned-tattoo @stevesworld9 @princessria127 @shitshowblog @joshiiieeenesx @writingstoraes