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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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monaco blues - Marcus Armstrong

At first I think I have to apologize to whoever asked for the Dennis fic because I have decided to put it on ice for a while until I actually like what I'm writing again, sorry for that :(

Here's a lil Marcus fic, including smut, unprotected sex (pls don't do that in real life!) and fluff :)

Marcus Armstrong x reader; As Marcus returns to Monaco for the F2 race he keeps an eye out for a certain someone who had made his previous visit an unforgettable experience

You had had sex multiple times that night: The night you should have regretted immediately afterwards.

But how could you possibly regret a night in which you had had multiple orgasms without having to fake it once, though?

Why should you have regretted it anyways?

Maybe because the guy you had hooked up with was none other than Marcus Armstrong, as you had only found out the next morning.

Your social media had already been overflowing: someone had spotted Marcus leaving the club in Monte Carlo with you in his arm.

The caption had made you stop in your tracks:

“Spotted: Marcus Armstrong leaving the Royal Club in Monte Carlo with mystery girl #5 on his arm… seems like the Kiwi is really enjoying his holidays ;)”

Seeing that post on Instagram had given you enough reason to regret the whole night, sneaking out of his hotel room as quiet and fast as possible.

After that shocking revelation it came as no surprise that you were enraged.

First: He had lied to you about who he was.

Second: You hated being another number on his list.

Another girl he had successfully seduced into pleasuring him. So obviously all that rage quickly focused on him, keeping him in your mind for weeks to come even though all you wanted to do was forget about him. Him. Marcus Armstrong.

Kiwi F2 driver, not an ordinary engineer like he had told you.

The man who had you a moaning mess beneath him the whole night.

Often times you’d dream of him… of his hands on your body, his lips in all the right places and his damn raspy voice.

It had made you furious that your were somehow still constantly reminded of his existence when you were so determined to delete him from your memory forever.

As time passed though, you found yourself thinking about that night less frequently, finally managing to banish Marcus into the darkest depths of your mind.

Weeks and months flew by, you were buried deep in your studies and barely had any time or piece of mind to spare for him.

Your primary rage had finally died down, being able to cope with all the Formula 2 pages on Instagram still tagging you in Marcus-related photos.

Thankfully your account had been set to private from the beginning so no one could actually see your photos and you had had the great joy of declining Marcus’ follow request the morning after.

So things were looking up for you again, especially since you had just taken your last exam before summer break in May.

You were on your way back home on your bike, riding through the streets of Monaco with your bag over your shoulder and the biggest smile on your face when suddenly you had to stop.

The road was closed.

You frowned, before asking the man standing behind the barrier what was going on.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you cannot go through here. Tomorrow’s the first day of the Monaco Grand Prix. Important people will be coming and going constantly.”, he shrugged with an apologetic smile.

You sighed.

It was just your luck: Having to take an alternative route around the paddock area which would take you an additional ten minutes.

And that was when you saw it: A huge truck with the Formula 2 logo on it passing the barrier.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Excuse me, sir. Is Formula 2 racing here this weekend as well?”

Your heart dropped when the man nodded.

If Formula 2 was here, he was here too.

Suddenly there was a weird sour taste on your tongue, the huge smile from earlier wiped off your face just like that.

Today was supposed to be such a good day but instead you were slapped in the face by something Marcus-related yet again.

Great.

You thanked the man behind the barrier and took the alternative route, not able to stop your mind from already making up the wildest scenarios of possible ways of meeting Marcus again.

Under no circumstances did you want to see him again, no matter how good the sex had been. You could feel the anger building up inside you again just reliving the morning after.

Finding out he had been lying to you, exposing you to the media without you knowing.

So the decision was clear: This next weekend would be spent at home, only occasionally leaving your apartment to go get food. Because you knew just how easy it was running into someone in the small streets of Monte Carlo, so you would not take the risk of encountering him.

However, your best friend had other plans.

That same evening she would not stop talking you into going out with her.

Of course, all of your friends had taken their last exam today, too, so there was a good reason to celebrate.

You had also wanted nothing more but to go out again after having spent many many evenings studying at home. But that was before you had found out Marcus was in the same town as you again.

Somehow your best friend still managed to drag you to the club, though. The night was spent always keeping a watchful eye out for a certain Kiwi, but you were in luck.

Everything went smoothly and you actually allowed yourself to have fun again.

Only then did you realize how stupid your fear of meeting Marcus had been. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of meeting him, in fact it should be the other way around.

Because if you ever saw him again so help you god would you give him a piece of your mind. And it would not be pretty.

So thanks to your new mindset and confidence you found yourself in the club once again on Sunday night after the Monaco Grand Prix.

You were already a few drinks deep, dancing with your girl friends in the middle of the club, the alcohol taking away any shame you might have felt when grinding your hips against your best friend’s.

She let her hands wander over your body seductively, from your short top over the white skirt you had thrown on.

It looked hot, no question in that, but what you didn’t know at that point was that he was watching.

Marcus had been watching you the whole time, from when you’d first stepped into the club to now. Of course he had hoped to see you again, after waking up to an empty bed a few months ago.

At first he had been confused as to why you had left without saying anything, then it had dawned on him what had happened and he immediately cursed himself for being so stupid to think lying to you would be a good idea.

Sadly, one look at his phone had confirmed his worries.

Although it was helpful that the internet had so quickly found your Instagram account, it had been a slap in the face when you had declined his follow request.

There had been some horrible headlines out there and he had wanted nothing more than to explain everything to you.

Yes, he had been hooking up with different girls almost every night during that trip but that had immediately stopped after your night together.

Because the moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he was done for.

Everything about you was perfect, leaving him with the want for more.

He wanted all of you, not just the amazing sex.

But it had been too late and so Marcus had been left with his own memories of that night, replaying it over and over in his mind.

So naturally you were all he could focus on when he realized you were in the same club as him, dancing only a few meters away from him, having the time of your life.

You looked hotter than ever, unholy thoughts racing in his mind immediately.

His weekend had been one of his best ones in Formula 2 so far so his mood had been good already, but seeing you really was the icing on the cake.

He just had to wait for the right moment to finally talk to you… and maybe have another drink to boost his confidence. Because he had no idea how to approach you.

You were so unpredictable, Marcus couldn’t for the life of him read you.

“Mate, check out Clem, he’s wasted!”, Felipe exclaimed, throwing his arm around Marcus, pulling Marcus’ attention away from you momentarily.

An amused smile found its way onto Marcus’ face as he watched Felipe run over to Clem to hand him another drink.

Felipe really was a nightmare friend to party with, Marcus had understood that fairly quickly.

With a grin still on his face, Marcus turned his head back to you, searching for a white skirt in the crowd…. And his face dropped.

Your white skirt was no longer pushed up against the girl you had been dancing with but another guy’s hand was snaked around your waist, your back turned towards Marcus.

He could feel the jealousy bubbling up almost immediately until he noticed that your arms were indeed not around the guy’s neck.

Instead, you were awkwardly trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Relief flushed through Marcus, but the stranger did not get your message, bringing you closer to him again.

That was it.

Marcus downed his own drink, making his way across the dance floor to where you were standing.

His hands found their way around your waist, the movement feeling so natural to him.

“Having fun, babe?”

Both you and the other guy looked at him with equal confusion, both your eyes widening at the same time as the two of you recognized him.

“You’re…”, the guy muttered, immediately letting go of you. Marcus squeezed your waist, hoping to relax you.

“Marcus Armstrong, yes. If you’d please stop harassing my girlfriend that would be very kind of you.”, Marcus gave the stranger a friendly but deadly smile, making him turn around to quickly disappear after a quick apology.

As soon as the guy was gone you pulled Marcus’ arms off your hips, turning around with a displeased look on your face. Yes, you were thankful the other guy was gone but you did not like the guy standing in front of you now either.

“Since when am I your girlfriend, huh?”, you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Since other guys are touching you.”, Marcus responded taken aback.

“Well goodbye then, babe.”, you gave him a fake smile before turning around to disappear into the crowd.

However he reacted quickly, grabbing your arm to spin you around once again.

“Wait! Can we at least talk?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“About what? The fact that you lied to me or the fact that the whole world knows I slept with you?”

Marcus knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. I just panicked when I first saw you because you looked so fucking gorgeous and I didn’t want to fuck it up…”, he stammered, talking fast because he didn’t know how much longer you’d still talk to him.

“But you did. You fucked up everything, Marcus.”, you sounded hurt and Marcus hated that he was the reason for it.

“I know…I never meant for any of it to happen, I swear, but…this is me asking you for a second chance. Please.”, he looked down at his hand on your arm, then back at you.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain not functioning properly anymore from the alcohol.

All you knew was that you definitely didn’t hate him even though every part of you wanted you to hate him.

And you should… but you didn’t.

“You lied to me.”, you took a step towards him, looking into his eyes.

“Thanks to you I still get messages from random people on the internet on a daily basis.”, another step towards him.

You were now close enough to feel his hot breath as he looked down at you, not daring to break the eye contact. “Thanks to you my standards are so fucking high when it comes to sex.”, your drunken mind took over as your hand came up to his chest, feeling his heart beating almost as fast as your own did.

Neither of you knew what was going to happen next, yet you both knew exactly where you’d end up this night.

“I fucking hate you.”, both your hands now rested against his chest, still keeping the eye contact. Marcus gulped audibly.

“And I hate that I still want you.”

Then you stood on your tiptoes, your hands finding his neck to pull him down to finally connect your lips. Marcus didn’t need much time to adjust, his hands naturally finding your waist again, pulling you into him tightly.

When his tongue slipped into your mouth you unfortunately had to admit how much you had missed this feeling of absolute electricity and excitement flowing through your body.

A feeling only Marcus’ touch could evoke.

Your hands started playing with his hair while his hands found your ass, occasionally slipping under the skirt, making you moan into his mouth.

Marcus could feel himself getting hard within seconds, which wasn’t a surprise to him seeing as he’d pleasured himself many times thinking of you in the past couple of months.

“You wanna go somewhere else?”, you whispered into the kiss, Marcus nodding immediately.

You pulled apart and he looked at you again with…adoration in his eyes?

Then he took your hand in his, leading you out of the club, where a lot of people where currently waiting for taxis to arrive.

As you waited for your taxi in the cold, away from any curious eyes, you let go of his hand to hug yourself, spending you some warmth. Monaco at night could be freezing, especially when you were only in a short top and skirt.

Marcus noticed your shivering, but didn’t have a jacket to offer you since he’d only come in his shirt.

“Come here, you’re freezing.”, he pulled you close to him, encasing you in his arms delicately. Your hands rested against his chest as you looked up at him.

Only then did you realize that it was going to hurt like hell, leaving him tomorrow, knowing he would forget about you soon enough.

“What are you thinking about?”, he smirked, giving you a peck to the lips.

Quickly you shook off your sadness and intrusive thoughts because you didn’t want to show your vulnerability, shaking your head.

“Nothing..it’s just cold.”, you forced a smile on your face before burying your head in his chest to avoid his gaze. Marcus knew something was off by the tone of your voice and the half smile you had put on, he just couldn’t pinpoint it, which is why he decided to let it go.

If you wanted to tell him, eventually you would.

Then Marcus got a text.

“Our taxi isn’t going to be here for another thirty minutes, they’ve blocked some roads.”, he groaned, letting his head fall back. You chewed on your lip, looking back up at him.

“We could go to my place..”, you suggested shyly, catching his attention.

Obviously he hadn’t considered that option yet.

“It’s only a five minute walk from here.”, you added, watching as he contemplated the option.

Then he nodded, letting you take the lead while he intertwined your fingers again.

On your way to the apartment the tension and anticipation almost became unbearable so it came as no surprise that Marcus had you pushed up against the nearest wall, kissing you deeply as soon as you had closed the door behind him.

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his erection against your core.

Your hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly at his roots as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

He sucked and bit at your neck, making you writhe under his touch while his hands roamed your body, coming to a hold at your ass.

He had so desperately been craving to touch you for the past months, he felt like an addict.

First he lifted one of your legs around his waist, gripping your thigh as if you were his own personal drug: not able to get enough of you, of your body. “Jump.”, he whispered into your ear, his free hand already on its way to your other thigh. When you wrapped both your legs around him, he pushed you into the wall even further to hoist you up properly.

His face was now at the perfect height to attack your cleavage, kissing and sucking his way to your nipples.

“Marcus..”, you moaned, your mind already hazy.

He responded by finally reaching his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside quickly.

Your hips bucked into him at his touch, making him smirk against your skin because he knew he had full control over you.

“Already so wet for me?”, he asked, cockily leaning his head back to look at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and touch me.”, you pulled his head towards you again, connecting your lips to a fiery kiss. However, he decided to tease you a little while longer, letting his digits ghost over your clit.

“What’s the magic word, darling?”, he smirked once again, enjoying your frustrated expression. You weren’t going to give in to his dominance play though. At least not yet.

“If you won’t touch me I can gladly touch myself.”, you replied, trying to free yourself from his grip.

Marcus was quick to tighten his grip though, giving you a challenging look as he pressed you against the wall harder.

“We both know it wouldn’t be the same though.”, he started peppering your neck with kisses, your body reacting to his touch automatically, arching your back towards him even though you didn’t want to.

You could feel him smile against the crook of your neck, so you pulled his hair back rather harshly, forcing him to lean his head back with a groan.

As you kept him from kissing you it was now your turn to smirk at him.

“Fine. No touching means no kissing then.”

Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You know you can be a fucking brat sometimes.”

To this you only smiled, knowing you had him right where you wanted because you noticed his gaze wandering in-between your tits and eyes again, hungry for your skin.

“Are you gonna touch me then?”, you asked impatiently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently all while stilling having a grip on his hair, keeping him at a safe distance.

You thought he was about to give in, lose this battle, but you had been wrong.

Instead of finally pushing his fingers inside you, he placed you back down, letting go of your hips. Confused, you went to say something but were quickly cut off by him grabbing your hips, turning you around to push your front to the wall, his cock now pressing against your ass.

However, you couldn’t help but smile.

You liked it when Marcus gave you the control but you loved his dominant side even more.

Of course Marcus didn’t miss your smile either, letting out a small laugh.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you weren’t really in a position to touch him yourself, your only option was grinding against his cock as best as you could.

Marcus let out a heavy breath which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place as his other hand wandered up your ass under your skirt.

He flipped the skirt up, exposing your ass to him so that he could lay a sharp slap to your ass, making you gasp.

“That’s for not following orders, darling.”, he tsked, soothing the spot with his hand.

“Look so good for me tonight.”, he groaned, taking in the view of your half naked ass.

“Only for you..”, you hoped to get him to touch you again.

Unimpressed, Marcus let out a raspy laugh.

“No shit, this pussy is mine.”, suddenly his hand came around your waist to cup your pussy, making your hips buck into his hand. “Please, Marcus..”, you moaned, throwing all of your previous intentions out of the window to finally beg for him.

“Please what? Use your words, love.”, Marcus had a cocky smirk plastered on his face again, knowing he’d won this round.

You rolled your eyes but decided to surrender, being too desperate for his touch.

“Please touch me, Marcus. Need your fingers inside me.”

That was all it took to have Marcus’ fingers pull your slip aside, this time wasting no time in entering you.

You pressed your ass even further against his cock at the sensation, making him grow even harder.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he asked with a smug look on his face, moving his fingers faster inside you while his hand that was in your hair came around to cup your chin.

He turned your face to look back at him, giving you a sloppy kiss of appreciation.

Then his hand went to massage your clit, pulling another loud moan from you.

“Not sure how much longer I can last…”, you gasped, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Marcus sped up his fingers just until your head fell back onto his shoulder: The sign that you were about to cum.

So he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, leaving you frustrated and empty.

“Marcus..”, you cried out immediately, a tear falling from your eye over the ruined orgasm.

But Marcus only rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop whining?”, he retorted in a rather annoyed voice, pulling down your skirt and panties as well as his own pants.

You waited in anticipation as Marcus stroked his rock hard cock before he let it glide through your folds.

He pushed you back against the wall, his free hand around your neck. Your legs wanted to give out from the sensation of the ruined orgasm still looming over you, but Marcus held you in place firmly.

Even now he couldn’t stop the teasing though: not entering you yet, even though he saw your pleading face, his own dick twitching in his hand.

He let his cock swipe through your folds again, gathering all your wetness before finally pushing into you.

The moan you let out as he entered you was a sound Marcus would replay often times when he’d pleasure himself in the future.

For a moment he stilled his movements, giving you enough time to adjust. “Ready?”, as he kissed the spot beneath your ear you shivered, nodding eagerly.

“Want you to fuck-”, you replied, the rest of your sentence being lost in a moan because he started thrusting into you at a steady fast pace.

Your mouth hang wide open, feeling him grab your ass tightly, guiding your hips towards his cock while he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck.”, he hissed when you clenched around him, his hand coming up to your neck to pull your back against him.

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you, making your legs shake.

“You like that?”, he smirked, applying light pressure to your neck.

However your brain wasn’t exactly able to form sentences right now so you didn’t answer, giving him a moan instead. But that didn’t satisfy Marcus.

He squeezed your neck harder, his other hand finding your clit while he kept his relentless pace.

“Answer me.”, he growled into your ear, a squeal escaping your lips as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Yes. Fuck yes!”, you exclaimed as he filled you up completely, pushing you further against the wall again as he stilled his movements inside you.

“That’s my girl.”, he smiled contently, continuing thrusting into you again.

He had you right where he wanted and you both knew it.

“Now be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?”, his fingers played with your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his cock once again in response.

You couldn’t see it but he was truly struggling not to cum before you because the feeling of you around his cock was a feeling like no other.

So he sped his fingers up, rubbing circles on your clit whilst your legs almost gave out under you.

He noticed you struggling to stand on your own quickly, his hand that had grabbed your neck now finding its way back to your hip, holding you in place.

“Wish you could see yourself right now: Taking my cock so well, such a slut for me.”, he grunted, knowing his words were all you needed to send you over the edge.

And he was right: A string of curse words fell from your mouth before he felt you clenching around him, riding out your high.

It took everything in him not to cum inside you right then when you were milking his cock so good, but tonight he wanted your mouth.

Wanted to see you on your knees for him.

When he felt you coming down from your high, he pulled out of you, turning you around to him. You already knew what he wanted, giving him a lazy kiss before getting on your knees.

His cock was painfully hard and dripping from your own wetness. Quickly you sucked him clean, tasting your own juices.

Then you started to take him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Marcus’ hands gripped your hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail as he threw his head back at the feeling of your lips around his cock.

It was the most incredible feeling and a feeling Marcus didn’t ever want to miss again.

He looked back down at you, giving him the best head of his life all while looking so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it, darling.”, he praised, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around him.

“Gonna fuck your face, yeah?”, he waited until you nodded before he started moving his hips to hit the very back of your throat with his tip.

Even though tears were falling from your eyes and your were already gagging you held on to his thighs, knowing this was all he needed to cum.

And just as you had predicted, he came only moments later, you swallowing his cum without hesitation.

“Fuck, baby…”, he cursed, running a hand through his hair.

When he came down from his high, he pulled you back up on your feet, holding your waist tightly because he knew your legs were still shaking.

He sent you a beaming, fucked out smile before kissing you in the softest way possible.

No dominance play, no lip biting, only his soft lips on yours and his hands around your waist. It made you melt right into his touch, leaning against him as your hands held on to his neck.

You squealed when he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso automatically.

With your help, he managed to navigate around your apartment and eventually find your bedroom to lay you down on your bed.

Just seeing the hungry look he gave you as he towered over you was enough to make you horny again, knowing exactly this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be screaming his name tonight.

The sun shone through your half-closed blinds, making you blink.

In your half asleep state you replayed yesterday’s events, mentally preparing yourself to wake up to an empty bed.

It would hurt like a bitch, that was for sure.

But you couldn’t really blame Marcus for leaving, because you had done the exact same thing to him.

And besides, you guys weren’t even together so he really had no reason to spend more time with you than necessary.

It wasn’t until you heard a deep grumbling sound behind you that you noticed the arm draped around your waist, pulling you close towards Marcus’ chest.

He had stayed?

Confused, you turned around in his arms to look at him.

He had been sleeping before, but thanks to your sudden movement he started blinking, too, until he could open his eyes fully.

“Good morning.”, he smiled when he saw you looking at him.

You worked your brain overtime but still didn’t understand the reasoning behind Marcus still laying here with you.

“Why are you still here?”

That was about all you could say at the moment.

Yesterday you had been so sure that this was going to be another one night stand with ties being cut between the two of you again the next morning.

Marcus’ smile dropped, an insecure look on his face now.

“Should I leave?”, he asked, a trace of disappointment in his voice, which confused you even more.

“No, don’t!”, quickly your hand came up to cup his face.

“I mean…er…you can leave.. if you want to.”, you added, just as insecure as Marcus, beginning to take your hand off his face again.

But Marcus held your hand in place, kissing the inside of your hand.

“No, no. I don’t want to..If that’s ok with you..”

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Marcus frown in confusion.

“My god, we really are stupid, aren’t we?”, your laughter made Marcus’ frown turn into a wide smile again.

He pulled you even closer into him, connecting your lips to a kiss.

And it just felt so right that you knew you couldn’t let him go. Not today, not ever again.

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lightsoutletsgo · 2 years

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holiday instagram au (marcus armstrong)

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Liked by marcusarmstrong, clementnovalak and 68,495 others rayofsunshiney/n staycation with my fave view all 7436 comments

marcusarmstrong ❤️ clementnovalak you guys are disgustingly cute 🥹 I hope you know that

rayofsunshiney/n oh we know. 😌

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Liked by rayofsunshiney/n, felipedrugovich and 14,726 others marcusarmstrong london, you're bloody loverly view all 124 comments rayofsunshiney/n excuse me sir, where are my photo creds? 🤨

marcusarmstrong sorry sorry my bad marcusarmstrong photo creds to rayofsunshiney/n

clementnovalak omg y/n as my paddock photographer when?

rayofsunshiney/n for you bestie? anytime 😎

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Liked by marcusarmstrong, jamesharveyblair and 32,415 others rayofsunshiney/n this staycation means I'm spending time with 2 different versions of marcus... day time marcus is cute and drinks tiny coffees, night time marcus is sexy but he drinks wine with a fucking straw 😃 view all 1825 comments jamesharveyblair yeah nah mate truly he is a menace to society... a fucking straw?

clementnovalak ikr? if you're gonna drink wine with a straw just stick the straw in the bottle mate marcusarmstrong why are you all coming for me now? let me drink my wine in peace 😭 juanmanuelcorrea_ at least y/n said you were sexy 🤷‍♀️ rayofsunshiney/n did I lie tho? 😩 marcusarmstrong I'm disowning you all.

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Liked by clementnovalak, oscarpiastri and 19,763 others rayofsunshiney/n I’ve never been more attracted to him tbh 😩 just look at him... an absolute ✨specimen✨ of a man. I’m living for these nights out 🕺 view 4186 comments marcusarmstrong okay but like you really did oscar dirty with this post never mind me. 😭

rayofsunshiney/n tbh I felt bad for like... roughly 5 seconds.. and then I didn’t 👩‍🦯 marcusarmstrong crazy🧍‍♀️ oscarpiastri I'm sobbing rn

clementnovalak this is a beautiful picture, hang it in the louvre please and thank you

marcusarmstrong please don’t. 🙂

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rayofsunshiney/n good company, good food and london summer walks can get rid of any hangover view all 324 comments

marcusarmstrong this staycation is the best idea we’ve ever had

rayofsunshiney/n I’m sorry? “we”? marcusarmstrong fine then. 🙄 you. the best idea YOUVE ever had rayofsunshiney/n why thank you 😌 <3

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oddlyshapedcircles · 2 years

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REQUESTS FAQ

Who do i write for?

• Lando Norris

• Pierre Gasly

• Charles Leclerc

• Daniel Ricciardo

• Invent your own F1 driver character!

• other drivers may be possible depending on the request

• Marcus Armstrong

• invent your own F2 driver character!

• other drivers may be possible depending on the request

What do i write?

• pregnancy/baby fics (seriously, they are kind of what i am best at 😅)

• angst

• fluff

• hurt/comfort

What do i not write?

• smut

How do requests work?

Simply send me an ask with the driver you would like, your own prompt or something from the prompt lists i posted/reblogged. Please mention the list name or link to it.

Here you can find my masterlist and WIPs!

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thursdaythunder · 1 year

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Some nights Callum wished that the line never existed. That he could just jump headfirst into disaster if it meant his hands could linger on Marcus body longer, that the casual cuddling during movies wasn’t casual and that he could celebrate the ups and downs of racing with Marcus. Together.

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grandprix-ao3 · 1 year

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6, 10, 16

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

haha. well. i'll say any fan of any ship that is so toxic about their ship that they will go to great lengths to vehemently deny the existence/plausibility of a different ship with one of the same characters in it. i have no problem with anyone not wanting to read x y or z there are plenty of ships i don't like but i just. y'know. don't read or interact with them! i've felt this way in every fandom i've been in: if you don't like or don't understand a ship just don't fucking engage w it. you don't need to make 700 posts about why it would never happen in real life, like, none of this is going to happen in real life. it's fanfiction. i fr read indycar rpf i have marcus armstrong x david malukas fics in my bookmarks i don't know if they've ever even interacted in real life but it literally doesn't matter bc fanfiction is not that deep !!

10. worst part of fanon

for some reason this one has severely stumped me. i honestly have no idea. maybe any aggressively believed in theory that driver a hates driver b for x y and z whatever like i can't think of anything off the top of my head but i've always hated shit like that. like when someone just Decides that their fav driver hates their least fav because it idk feels easier that way?? i don't get it. does this even answer the question

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

and i answered this one here!

choose violence ask game

#ask #ask game #sorry for writing an essay on the first one #i have felt that way for a long time #i liked some of the more. let's say polarizing ships in my previous main fandom #like sorry but person a and person b are not real life dating #i'm allowed to ship them w other people if i want #you don't have to read it #jesus christ

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donaidk · 3 years

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Marcus Armstrong - Almost Home I.

In advance: This is getting a Part 2 for sure. I don’t want to leave it here, but at the same time I felt like it would be really long if I left it in one piece. Turns out I have a whole lot of inspiration for Marcus fics right now. 😂 I also wanna let everyone, who’s waiting for their request, know that uni is starting next week for me. It means less free time, but I will make sure to finish every one of them in the next week or so, and then focus on all the series I started. There’s gonna be slower updates to them, but I’ll make sore to have one or two per week at least. Hopefully they won’t try to kill us in the starting weeks and I will finish up the Lando one so I could start posting that every week and just add some parts from the others to the queue 😊

Thank you Anon for requesting this one though, and sorry for the wait. Hope you will enjoy it and as it’s almost the next day here, have a really happy start to your Friday everyone 🧡

Kind of Taglist: @mickschumcher, @art-gp

Title Song | Masterlist | Taglist/Queue | Request

With the Australian GP knocking on the door Melbourne filled up with tourists and fans even more than usual. The first time I got to witness it in 2017 was actually scary in a way for someone who didn’t know the city well yet. Getting from one part of the city to another was a hard task already, and all the shouting and crazy fans weren’t of much help when I tried to get some usable info out of them so I could finally get to my destination and get off the streets. It almost held me back from choosing Melbourne’s university, but I had to remind myself that it was just once a year and I shouldn't give up my plans because of it. Melbourne was beautiful and their schools were highly rated, giving me everything for a stable future. Luckily I was never disappointed by my choices as it was easy to get used to the life here and I even found some new friends who helped me every time I felt homesick. It wasn’t the worst usually, as I was truly content with how my life was going, but sometimes it just hit me out of nowhere and in those moments they were always there for me.

It was now the third year when we lived through the race weekend, meaning we finally had a working schedule with which we still followed our usual plans but stayed out of the bigger crowds. Although we were in the middle of the semester we always found time to enjoy the still warm weather and spend most of our free time outside. Usually our choice was the beach for the afternoons as even though it was packed until noon, the tourists never stayed for long. We usually arrived in the late afternoon and stayed well after the sun went down, and the temperature went down a little finally. The water usually stayed comfortable until later in the evening making it bearable for almost a whole 24 hours if you weren’t squeamish. Even if you were after spending a few weeks at the beach, everyone got used to it.

As soon as everyone finished with their lectures we got our things together and took the 5 minutes walk down to the beach. We had a favourite spot which was luckily never taken when we got down there. For a few minutes we just sat down, talking about our weeks. I shared a dorm room with two other girls, but we had a few friends who had their own apartments or lived with their family a bit farther away from our university. We usually had one or two days every week to catch up with them as in between lectures we were either too tired or didn’t have the time to do so. But most of the afternoons were ours fully and we used it the best we could to relax but still use that time to make memories for the few years we’re spending together. We could say it’s gonna stay the same after we graduate but everyone knew we would move to different countries as soon as we weren’t connected to Australia. Even I planned to go home, although I enjoyed living here and getting to be independent without my family behind my back.

“ Are you coming? ” One of the girls asked me, as they were already walking down to the water, while I was still standing around our towels with my phone in my hand. I was in the middle debating which sunset photo I should post from my gallery, but her voice made me look up.

“ Just a second. I’ll catch up. ” I smiled at her before looking back down at my screen. In the end my finger finally tapped the posting button and I pushed it aside while I got the sundress off that was on over my bikini.

Right before I would have ran after the girls, the device was back in my hands so I could check that the picture uploaded without a problem. A smile got on my face when I saw a reaction from one of my family members but as soon as it showed the whole list of the people who looked at my story, it faded away. For the past few months whenever I posted something he was always there in the first few seconds or at least minutes. I couldn’t understand what changed that he showed up in my life again, but I didn't really want to give him space in my thoughts either. It has been almost 4 years since we last talked and could call each other best friends, but I wasn’t about to take the first step and message him after he forgot about me until now. I just dropped my phone back into my bag, closing it and then caught up with my friends so they could make me forget about him again.

We spent quite some time in the water, swimming a few laps back and forth before just standing around and enjoying the last rays of sunshine while we chatted away. My thoughts were already in a different direction thanks to all the different topics that came up between us. Sometimes it was harder to make me forget time and time again, but turns out today I only needed some distraction and everything was set for an enjoyable night. With the sun completely off the sky the temperature dropped quickly and it was getting a bit chilly for my liking in just a few minutes. When it was truly uncomfortable I gave up and walked back to the shore, sitting down on my own blanket and draping my towel around my shoulders. It immediately brought enough warmth over my body that I stopped shivering and could wait for them until they would get cold too. Until then I just went onto my phone to go through some posts of my friends. Sometimes I looked up to check on them just so they wouldn’t leave me out of something. One of those times I saw a person coming my way and although I didn’t mind too much attention to it, when he continued and there was no one else in my close proximity I felt like he might be coming to me. In the end I was right as he turned right towards me and then stopped just a few steps away from our blankets.

“ Never thought you would exchange our lovely and perfect red stars for ugly white ones. ” He spoke up and I could recognise the voice even though his face was almost unseeable thanks to him standing with his back towards the moon. My jaw dropped immediately and I felt like I grew roots into the ground as I couldn’t move my body. “ If you want me to fuck off, just tell me. It’s okay. I just thought we could maybe talk, and from the pictures I saw that you’re here. Hoped you didn’t go home yet so I could catch you and... ” He started rambling but I was quick to finally push myself up and hug him immediately. I always imagined our reunion with me being angry at him, but somehow I couldn’t get myself to feel that way now that he was standing right in front of me.

“ You idiot. ” I told him not leaving any space for questions and I could feel as he finally relaxed and hugged me back. “ The biggest in the whole world. ” I added with a sigh, closing my eyes as my brain started functioning again and I had an urge to kick his shin at least.

“ I can live with that. ” Marcus let out a laugh and I could feel as my heart jumped a little at the sound. It was something that always reminded me of our home and spending every possible second together. “ I’m sorry for disappearing. ” He let out a sigh, letting go of me only when we realised my wet bathing suit soaked his shirt, although even he didn’t care about it for too long.

“ What are you doing here? I thought F2 wasn't coming here. ” I asked him confused, knowing that we wouldn’t be in this situation if he traveled here for one of the races in the past two years. “ Not like I’m complaining, but I can hardly believe my own eyes and senses. ” I shook my head a little before looking up at him again. He changed, quite a bit since we last met and even though I saw pictures of him it was different in a face-to-face situation.

“ Ferrari invited a few of us so we could gather some experience. The speed I accepted the offer with might have raised some eyebrows. ” Marcus hid his face in his palm, making me chuckle as I could see the situation unfold in front of my eyes like I was there. “ Thought I would DM you and ask if you wanted to meet up maybe. But I realized it would be better offline. ” I had to roll my eyes at his first idea although I knew he wasn’t lying and it for sure went through his brain as a real possibility.

“ You’re lucky you didn’t. I would have blocked you forever I think. My plan was connecting my fist with your face if we ever meet again, right until you showed up here. ” I shook my head with a smile, as I wasn’t proud of what I wanted to do to him. “ I was really angry when you just stopped talking to me. I tried so hard to reach you, but it felt like you didn’t even exist anymore even though they were talking about you almost every week. ” I sighed, sitting back down and leaving enough space for him too.

“ Would have been deserved actually. ” His fingers scratched at the nape of his neck and I could see the tint of purple traveling up his neck. I watched him as he sat down, pulling his legs up and resting his arms onto them. “ I really am sorry. For a part everything got busy with all the training, races and studying, but at the same time I know damn well a message here and there should have been possible. I messed up, everything. ” His eyes shined even in the minimal light of the moon, and I could get myself to look away. Even feeling the burning stares on my back from my friends didn’t get me to turn around.

“ I won’t say that it’s okay, but I accept your apology. How could I not. ” I let out a breath that I realized was still stuck in me since the initial surprise took over my body. “ It feels like we didn’t even skip over like 3 years of each other’s life. Only difference is that you’re finally taller than me, but the baby face’s still there. ” My hand went up to his cheek to pat it gently like my grandma did for him all the time when he came over for lunch. He always hated it but knew that it was a gesture of love from her and a way to show Marcus that she considered him part of our family.

“ Yeah, I guess it’s going to stay forever. ” Marcus huffed, moving his head back a little to avoid my attack, although he failed miserably. “ I almost forgot, congrats for uni. I remember how hard you were studying to get in. Everyone home was ecstatic when I told them about it. ” His hand slapped his forehead, making me laugh with his expression at the slight stinging he caused himself.

“ Thank you, but it’s nothing compared to your second place last year. ” I shrugged a little but as soon as his lips pulled into a slight smirk my eyes rolled on their own. “ Surprise, surprise, I followed your career. Just as much as you followed my life for the past few months. ” I poked him in the ribs with my finger, making him wince for a second before we both started laughing at the little sound he made.

“ Fair. I still hate how Instagram shows who opened your stories. ” He shook his head a little and both of our heads turned towards the water when we realized the background chatting was getting closer and closer to where we were sitting. They were just a few meters away when my eyes landed on their figures and I sensed when Marcus stood up from next to me, making me push myself up too.

I didn’t feel too anxious about him meeting my other friends, although I knew what this meant for my evening at the dorm with them. They would have an immense amount of questions both about him and us, even though I already mentioned him when we were bringing up our past. A few of them even knew about my past feelings about him and how him reappearing on my socials played with my emotions, but they only saw a few photos of him. This was another level and I knew he would be the topic for at least the next week between us, for one reason or another. Depends on how we get on from this point and if we manage to keep in contact when they have to fly away again.

“ Oh, I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I told you someone was coming here. ” My roommate spoke up as soon as they got close enough to make us out from the darkness. “ You’re Marcus, right? ” She stepped right in front of him, reaching her hand out while introducing herself. I always admired her boldness even in front of strangers.

“ Yes, although I didn’t know so many people knew me from here. ” Marcus let out an uneasy chuckle, looking at me a bit concerned. I just shook my head dismissively, almost telling him that it was just a ‘Girl group’ thing. Relief washed over me though that I didn’t share a lot about him, behind his back.

I watched from the sideline as everyone introduced themselves to him and for a second it felt domestic as all of them shot me a concerned glance towards me. It felt like they would pounce at him if they saw that I was uncomfortable in his presence. While it made me feel loved in a way, I also didn’t want them to really chip on the situation. It was something that better dealt with in private as I felt like we had to talk lots of things through to get back to the friendship we left behind years ago. This wasn’t the setting for a conversation like that.

“ We should probably get home before it gets really late. School won’t wait in the morning. ” I spoke up before any of them could start questioning him. We would never be able to get going then. “ Maybe we can catch up sometime before the race? I’m sure you will have enough to do during the weekend. ” I turned back towards Marcus who looked just as relieved as I did seconds ago.

“ Yeah, that would be better. Maybe lunch, or a coffee in the afternoon? Whenever you’re free of course. ” He nodded a little, still glancing at the girls who were either packing up or staring him down behind me.

“ I’m up for either of those. Surprise me. ” I grinned at him, feeling the pull on my arm when everyone was ready. “ Is your number the same? ” I asked him, already taking a step back, but waiting for his answers.

“ Yes. Never changed. ” Marcus nodded again, a little smile playing on his lips at the idea that we’re going to meet up again probably. At least I hoped so. Why else would he stalk me down and come up to me for a chat?

“ I’m gonna text you in the morning when’s my last lecture. We can meet up after that. ” I told them, before turning around with one last wave and catching up to my group. I could only hope that they would at least let me sleep before the questions start pouring out of them all at once.

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feuerspirit · 2 years

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Game of Formula

Marcus Armstrong (actually Marcus x Callum) as Faceless Men in Braavos

(u can read more here https://archiveofourown.org/works/33636043/chapters/83585287#workskin but it’s written in Russian)

#f2 #formula 2 #f2edit #au #alternative universe #my fanfiction #marcus #marcus armstrong #and callum ilott but not #game of formula

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cirrus-lily · 4 years

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mocha frappuccino - m. armstrong

author : @cirrus-lily

pairing : marcus armstrong x fem!reader

other character(s) : none

genre : fluff ; one-shot ; barista!marcus

fandom : formula two - motorsport

warning(s) : none

word count : 1.1k

summary : maybe having the constant of a mocha frappuccino would lead to new beginnings.

a/n : i actually loved this au so much it gave me so many ideas geez stop me

today was your first day of university, and to say you were afraid was an understatement. you had moved to christchurch, new zealand to pursue your studies - and now you were 5 million miles away from everything you had ever known (okay, maybe 5 million miles was an exaggeration, but it was still far).

why did you even decide to come here all on your own? sometimes you seriously questioned your life decisions.

while walking around the city last week, you noticed that there was a starbucks present along the route to the university, feeling some comfort in the fact that your daily coffee would remain a constant.

walking into starbucks, you approached the counter, where a guy around your age stood.

"can i have a mocha frappuccino with no whipped cream to go please?" you ask, and he takes down your order.

"your name?"

"y/n."

"pretty name for a pretty girl like you," he says, scribbling down your name on the cup, a smirk forming on his features, a pink tint colouring yours.

maybe studying here wasn't the worst decision you'd made.

—

as the weeks pass, he memorises your order, not even needing to ask before he takes a cup and writes your name down.

you couldn't lie to yourself - you were kinda crushing on him. he was cute, and the assured manner with which he flirted with you every morning sent your stomach into flutters.

today, even before you reach the counter, he picks up a cup, scribbling down your name and passing it to his co-worker.

as you take out your credit card to pay, he begins to speak.

"you're not from around here, are you?" he questions, eyebrow raised as he scans your card and does what is required. it seemed your accent had given you away again.

"yea, i'm from ||hometown||, but i moved here to attend university," you reply honestly, seeing no reason to lie to him.

a smirk spreads over his features - a look you were used to, yet it made your heart flutter just a little.

"so, you're not just a pretty face - i like that," he replied, and you could hear the sincerity in his voice beyond his flirtatious nature, making you smile - yet the colour rushes to your face, and you can't look him straight in the eye.

suddenly, a small burst of courage surges through you, causing a question to unintentionally fall off your lips.

"i don't think it's fair that you know my name and i don't know yours, is it?"

he smiles as he hands your credit card back to you, your fingertips brushing his for longer than they should.

"marcus, marcus armstrong - your local starbucks barista," his smile turns into a smirk, before he calls for the next customer and you have to leave the queue.

as you pick up your mocha frappuccino that day, there's a heart signed next to your name, that is on every single cup from that day on.

—

today was the final day of the first semester, and you were glad half the year was over. you'd enjoyed studying her - new zealand truly was an amazing place.

it also marked half a year crushing on your local starbucks barista.

even through short snippets of conversation at the counter, he made you fall for his relaxed nature, his smile, his signature smirk.

you had begun to keep some of the cups he'd give you each morning, some with little notes when you came in with piles of notes in hand ('good luck for your test' was written on those days), some with absolutely stupid things (one said 'are you sure you want a mocha frappuccino every bloody morning?'), and some with sweet little compliments ('you have pretty eyes' showed up on your cup one morning).

the little notes on the cups often gave you something to discuss while paying for your drink the next day, keeping the conversation going, and it seemed to do just that.

until today.

this morning, he'd already prepared your cup before you entered the shop - he knew what time you walked into the store at this point.

it was the usual - you began talking about yesterday's cup note - it was some pun that wasn't even funny, which you had to point out - while paying at the counter, and him wishing you a good day before calling the next customer over.

however, when picking up the cup for the day, you were shocked.

below your name - with it's accompanying heart - was a phone number, along with the words 'call me maybe?' written in marcus' messy scrawl.

firstly, you were kinda shocked that it took him a whole semester, but above all else, you were shocked that he'd passed his number on to you.

but since the message said to call him, that's exactly what you chose to do.

"hello? this is marcus, who is this?"

you giggle over the phone when you realise he had no idea it was you.

"it's me, y/n, the starbucks girl, remember? your number was on the cup this morning, so i took you up on the offer to call you."

he laughs, and you smile. his laugh was something you could get used to hearing.

"glad you took my offer up. left my number for ya because i wanted to take you out for a day, maybe make you my girlfriend by the end of it?"

you felt as if you could hear his smirk through the call, and decide for the first time, maybe it was time for you to keep your ego from inflating further.

"making me your girlfriend after the first date?" you question, and yet you know his smirk does not faulter.

"i need just one date to make you fall for me, love," he responds, making your heart flutter at the nickname, but you won't let it go so easily.

"you think you can woo me with just one date?" you shoot back, but at this point both of you were just messing with the other, the smile on your face widening.

"absolutely," he replies, confidence oozing from his voice.

not wanting him to get the satisfaction just yet, you teased, "we'll see about that."

he laughs on the other end, and you swear your smile becomes brighter than it has ever been.

"we'll settle the details over text, yea?" he asks, and you nod, forgetting he cannot see you, before replying.

"yea, we'll do that. see you tomorrow morning?"

"see you tomorrow, darlin'," he replies back, before hanging up.

and oh, was he right about you falling after just one date.

#marcus armstrong #f2 #fanfiction #i'm very proud of this okay #also marcus is So Smooth #also from my oneshots book lmao #w: mocha frappuccino

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milklaren4 · 4 years

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«I’d far rather be happy than right any day.»

Hitchiker’s Guide To The Galaxy

Thought I’d do a some sort of introductory post, for the sake of it - let you know who you’re dealing with :D

About me:

✿ name: Anastasia (Ana, Stasia, Nastia, single-n anna)

✿ age: i’m 20,5 (August 17th, 1999)

✿ relationship status: chronically single af

✿ nationality: Russian

✿ languages: Russian, English, conversational Italian; also attempting to grasp Dutch

✿ an International Baccalaureate survivor (IB was a bitch but i’m glad i did it! My subjects were Art, Geography, Biology (High Level) and Math, English and Italian ab initio (Standard Level))

✿ i’m in my final year of studying towards Bachelor of Arts in Geography in London, but looking to do a Masters course in Public Administration or Urban Development in the Netherlands

✿ Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

✿ favourite colours: navy, lavender, sky blue, burgundy, turquoise

✿ favourite food/dishes: any pasta, avocado & fennel salad, brownies, grapefruit juice, sweet&salty popcorn, stracciatella ice cream

✿ 3 random facts: i’m left-handed (used to be ambidextrous); i attended the same school as Christopher Nolan; i once worked a catering event at McLaren Technology Centre and served Lando Norris (current McLaren F1 driver) because he sat at one of the tables assigned to me

My Interests:

✿ Books: sci-fi, detective novels, historic novels, adventure fiction, biographies

✿ Music: Linkin Park, Imagine Dragons, Mike Shinoda, Nina Nesbitt, Lewis Capaldi, Little Big, Oxxxymiron, Eminem, Harry Styles, Ed Sheeran, The Kooks, Rag’n’Bone Man, One Direction, various film/play soundtracks (but all in all my playlist is a m e s s, i’m more of a ‘random songs i like’ listener than a ‘single creator i support’ listener)

✿ Travel: I absolutely love visiting new places and discovering cultures and traditions of different countries! My ultimate dream is to visit every country before I pass away (32/197 for now)

✿ TV shows: Merlin, One Day At A Time, Sherlock, Queer Eye, The Dragon Prince, A Series of Unfortunate Events, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Star Trek, Disenchantment, Dark Tourist, Formula 1: Drive To Survive, F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Lewis, Castle, Marvellous Mrs. Maisel, 2 Broke Girls, Modern Love, Bones

✿ Dark Tourism: yes it deserves a whole another section. Basically I’m fascinated with and attracted to abandoned and eery places that have deep and sometimes dark history (easiest examples would be Auschwitz, Chernobyl, Suicide Forest in Japan etc), because I think it’s those places that carry the most meaning and should be treasured by humanity. I’d love to be able to travel to as many of such locations at some point in life (hence why the whole Dark Tourist show is like my Holy Grail lol). I’m also writing my Bachelors dissertation about The Troubles in Northern Ireland and the significance of dark tourism in our perception of history and the accuracy of its narrative

✿ Formula 1: (again - deserves its own section)

When did I start watching? I recall seeing my mum watch races since maybe 2011, but myself I really got into the sport circa summer 2017, first GP I clearly remember watching was Silverstone that year

Who in my family watches, besides me? my mum was the one that got me into it, dad also used to follow the sport but not anymore

Favourite driver(s): Daniel Ricciardo, Lando Norris, Sebastian Vettel, Charles Leclerc, Daniil Kvyat, Kimi Raikkonen, Esteban Ocon, Alex Albon (+ from F2: Robern Schwartzman, Callum Illott, Marcus Armstrong, Jack Aitken, Mick Schumacher)

Favourite team(s): McLaren

Attended any GPs? Silverstone 2019, my first and only so far

What kind of content I may be expected to post?

✿ incorrect quotes

✿ fanfiction & drabbles (I do have an AO3 and I hope to be able to write more fics once I’m done with my dissertation in mid-June)

✿ maybe occasional art, if I decide to say ‘fuck it’ and order a new apple pencil (I also have some old goodies stored that I may share at some point, they are mainly F1 though)

✿ shitposting. A LOT of shitposting

✿ poor attempts at memes

(in other words - nothing original and outstanding)

Anyhow, this is me - hello, ciao, привет! I don’t know how long I may be here and how active I’ll be on this blog, but while the fire is there - let’s burn some shit, I guess? 👀

#introduction post #personal #me #introduction nobody asked for or needed really

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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-> MASTERLIST

drivers I will write for/ requests:

please note that I might not always have inspiration/ motivation to write for a specific driver but I'll try my best :)

F1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Mick Schumacher

(maybe more to come, but for these I have the most inspiration rn)

F2:

Dennis Hauger

Oscar Piastri

Marcus Armstrong

Logan Sargeant

F3:

Arthur Leclerc

Jak Crawford (no smut)

Ollie Bearman (maybe, no smut)

Prema:

Paul Aron

Dino Beganovic (maybe, no smut)

Sebastian Montoya (maybe, no smut)

Kimi Antonelli (maybe, no smut)

Conrad Laursen (maybe, no smut)

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bwoahtastic · 5 years

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Tag Game

Rules: 1) Answer 22 questions 2) Tag 22 people

Tagged by: @dreamingofseastars

Nicknames: I don’t really have a lot of nicknames, although some friends sometimes call me ‘polymer fren’….

Height: 1.65m (too lazy to convert to inches and I have no clue what it would more or less be lol

Last Movie I Saw: Spider-Man: Homecoming (I freaking love Tom Holland)

Last Thing I Googled: I googled “Marcus Armstrong” cos I needed some info for ficsss (kiwi bird Brendon is gonna have a lil baby kiwi friend *smirks*)

Favourite Musician: ehh Chef’Special maybe? I have too many favs tho tbh

Favourite Song: Amigo ~Chef’Special (played it loaaads during one of the best holidays I ever had

Song Stuck In My Head: You don’t own me ~ Grace

Other Blogs: I only have 1 blog and often already forget it exits xD

Following: 116

Followers: 238 (….when did that even happen)

Amount Of Asks: 4

Lucky Numbers: 9 (can you imagine my rage when Marcus changed his number to 7 when going to IndyCar?)

What Are You Wearing: I’m in my pyjamas basically, studying for exams so couldn’t bother getting dressed

Dream Job: Marine Biologist

Dream Trip: New-Zealand

Favourite Food: Risotto

Instruments: Nooooo

Languages: Dutch, English, and I can understand Italian quite well

Random Fact: I only started writing fanfiction to practice my writing in general, and only really planned to do it for a few months…. Now, more than a year and 100+ fics later, I’m still here lmao

Tagging: I dunno, anyone who wants to? I only did it cos I am procrastinating as usual xD

#ask #tag #f1 #fic writer

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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Can you write something where the reader is on screaming meals with Marcus Armstrong as his girlfriend

Great minds think alike….. girl I have already been drafting my ideas 💆🏼‍♀️

Also if you have any ideas/wishes for what Marcus might do to tease y/n during the podcast, please let me know!

#formula 1 #fanfic #fanfiction #formula 2 #marcus armstrong #marcus armstrong x reader #marcus armstrong smut

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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UPDATE:

Here are some of the driver requests I got in the past weeks; and how soon they will likely be finished

I am trying my best to write for everyone but please be patient :)

Logan Sargeant: started writing smth but not quite finished yet

Max Verstappen: idea is there but unfortunately no real inspiration/motivation so this one is probably going to take longer

Kimi Antonelli: again I have an idea but it’s a very rough draft; haven’t really started it yet

Sebastian Montoya: started writing but nowhere near finishing

Marcus Armstrong: I have 2 ideas and loads of inspiration for Marcus rn so those are more likely to be published soon

Dennis Hauger: I hear your requests, fellow Dennis stans but I’m gonna have to push another Dennis story further back behind the other requests… unless I get a sudden burst of inspiration 😅

What’s planned to be uploaded for now:

- a little Arthur drabble I wrote some weeks ago

- one of the Marcus requests

- the Logan request

#formula 1 #f1 #fanfic #fanfiction #formula 2 #dennis hauger #f1 fic #f1 fluff #f1 smut #formula 2 imagine #love #marcus armstrong #prema racing #arthur leclerc

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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how many words are we at for the logan fic? just checking in....👀

I'm literally so sorry but I am in a slump right now...

I was hoping the time away from writing would give me more motivation to write and I have a list of prompts waiting in my notes but somehow I am just not in that F1/motorsport mood rn, especially since I missed Monza :(

I am trying tho, but I have bad news concerning the Logan fic bc that one has literally become my worst enemy lmao

I've started multiple Paul Aron/ Arthur Leclerc/ Marcus Armstrong prompts to take my mind off the Logan and Dennis stories but somehow nothing seems to work for me atm 🫠

#formula1 #formula 1 #f1 #formula 2 #fanfic #fanfiction #dennis hauger #f1 fic #prema racing #logan sargeant #arthur leclerc #paul aron #marcus armstrong

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donaidk · 3 years

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Marcus Armstrong & Callum Ilott - Prema Cooking Challenge

I will start with saying I’m quite high on painkillers right now, so if there’s anything that’s messed up (even after reading through it at least 20 times), please do let me know and I’m really sorry 🤦 Otherwise, this was really fun to write, and I really do hope Prema will bring that mentioned cooking challenge, or more like ‘not setting the kitchen on fire challenge’ as Oscar said. 😂 Thank you so much for requesting, it was a real challange to write a boy friendship rather than a male-female one 😅 Have a fantastic Friday 🥰🧡

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Thanks to it being the winter break and off season most people had too much free time on their hands. You would think with F1 and F2 being two of the more serious sports in the world, people associated with it would put their new found time towards training or improving their skills. However, working your ass off in a gym didn’t mean there wasn’t space for some fun with older and newer friends. That was exactly what the people at Prema planned, after a few of their past and present drivers took to Twitter and joked about a challenge that fans immediately loved the sound of. It was easy to please their followers when they showed them what they would love to see happening in the future. Even better when it was a challenge that was easy to set up and just invite some people over for a few days to film it. The most they had to plan was the setup of the small little kitchen areas and getting the equipment needed.

Several of the invited people took flights to Italy that gave them a few days prior to the filming days and planned on going home only after spending a bit more time there. Most of them haven’t been for a visit since they left the team and wanted to catch up with past colleagues and friends. That was exactly how Marcus planned his visit to Italy and arrived there two days early, texting their group as soon as he was in the hotel to finally meet up with them. Even after going their own ways the group chat stayed active and they made sure to catch up when they had time. Having a great friendship didn’t mean they can keep that up without working for it. It was easier when you met up everyday thanks to working together, but they managed to get into a rhythm that worked for everyone, after changing teams and moving away. They now had two days to fully catch up, not just over the phone but in real life, giving them a chance to focus on the tasks on the real filming day, and not on finally meeting again.

After those first days it was time for the filming day, meaning an early start for everyone. By 9 a.m. everyone was changed into clothes that went with the cooking theme and was accepted by all the other teams and sponsors for the challenge and ready to start. They were separated into pairs and sent to different rooms. They set up cooking stations in different rooms of the building, so they could record everyone at the same time but still separately. It would have been chaos if they tried to get 15 youngsters to work next to each other. It would have been fantastic for a food fight video, but not for anything else.

“ Are we ready? ” Callum heard and looked up from where he was organizing the ingredients they were given, just seconds ago. Looking to his right he could see Marcus nodding and he repeated the movement with his own head. “ Then 3, 2, 1. Rolling. ” The same person counted down and then stepped aside

“ Welcome everyone. We’re back at the Prema office for a day, sporting the Italian red color, to show you guys our kitchen skills. ” Marcus started speaking immediately, remembering the script perfectly and looking into the camera that was positioned in a way to see both of them and the countertops in front of them. “ Yes, you heard right, we’re the ones cooking today, but I’m not sure these will be served at lunch for safety reasons. ” Marcus smiled, making everyone laugh around the room.

“ Yes, we’re not here to kill anyone. We have a few ingredients, but did not get a receipt if I’m right. ” Callum looked around, waiting to see if someone would deny what he said. “ So I guess our objective is making something that involves everything we got? ” He asked looking down at the ingredients around the counter.

“ Exactly. Firstly, we will give you a minute to look at everything and then you will have to guess what you have to make. The one who guesses right gets a bit of help from us. ” The organizer told them, both of them nodding and going through all the food in front of them to get an idea what they’re making. “ Okay, times up. Take a guess in 3, 2, 1. ” Both of them were still looking down waiting for the countdown.

“ Lasagna. ” Callum spoke up, his voice showing it was more like a question than a statement. They had to wait a second, but when Marcus replied with the word ‘Pizza’, it was time for the reveal.

“ And that’s exactly what you’re making. It’s gonna be a delicious lasagna… or just a simple lasagna. Let’s stay with that. ” She let out a chuckle, motioning for some of the guys behind her, to get Callum’s prize from the fridge. “ For guessing right you get the dough for the pasta that one of the chefs from Prema’s kitchen put together. A bit of help. ” She added while Callum took the dough that was placed in front of him and looked a lot better than what he would have made probably.

“ That’s not fair. Shouldn’t the less experienced one get the help? ” Marcus asked, offended at the idea, that Callum already did better than him. “ And that’s not me saying I’m worse than you. Just less experienced. ” He pointed a finger at his friend even before he could open his mouth to say anything. He would never accept being the worst from the two of them without a fight.

His whines were dismissed, with one of the guys putting their time on the clock and starting it after once more counting down for them. Both started off immediately, Callum with the sauce and Marcus with the dough. While they were only ‘racing’ each other now, they knew in the end their results would compete against everyone who takes part in the challenge today. It wasn’t all about winning, but if you already had to try you usually wanted to at least get up to a podium spot, didn’t you? It was even harder when all your friends who took part were competitive racing drivers and knew exactly what they wanted. Maybe cooking wasn’t their profession but if they tried hard enough they could do enough to not starve. Maybe a lasagne wasn’t the thing that will beat them.

“ Whoever wins is the one buying lunch. ” Marcus spoke up as soon as he saw how far behind he was, thanks to the help his friend got at the start. He was still getting the dough together, with it sticking everywhere onto the counter, while Callum was almost finished with the meat for his sauce. “ And the loser decides where they’re eating. ” He added, although almost took it back, remembering that it was still the start and he had a chance to be better than the other one.

“ Deal! ” Callum nodded before Marcus could have said anything else. That was a big enough of a price for the winner to pay just because they were better or luckier. Even if Marcus would have made it worse with his next few words, he couldn’t have known which one of them would win.

Their time was slowly ticking down, leaving less and less chances for them to keep everything clean while making everything that was needed. When Callum was already filling up his casserole with the pasta, sauce and mozzarella on top, Marcus was still stirring his sauce and adding the last few spices to it. They still had time and as the baking itself wasn’t included he felt like it would be easy to finish everything. Neither of them seemed sure about what they were doing, but it was probably mostly because of the lack of recipe and instructions, not getting immediate feedback for their actions.

While Marcus was waiting for the sauce to finally boil he watched as the brit was precisely positioning every sheet of pasta to make it look perfect. Taking a chance while his ‘enemy’ wasn’t looking he took his plate full of cheese and just quickly put it under a kitchen cloth he had laying around. In his head he gave about a minute for Callum to notice the missing bowl from his station and he was right as a bit later he could see him looking around for it. Mumbling something under his breath, Callum soon realised where it went but still had to almost fight Marcus for it, getting both of them soaked by the little bit of water that was under the cheese. After all he had his cheese back and even sacrificed a slice to throw it at Marcus, hitting him on the shoulder and neck, before using the remaining amount to cover his pasta.

“ You’re doing quite good. ” Callum came up to Marcus when he was already finished and had some time to poke at his friend and break his concentration. What the other one didn’t know is how the hand patting his back was in the bag of flour just seconds prior. He even let a smile get on his face before the strange feeling registered in his mind and he immediately turned his head trying to look at his back.

“ Mate, what did I do to you? ” Marcus asked, squinting his eyes at him and getting a bit of the tomato sauce on his fingers and just seconds later chucking it towards Callum, who tried dodging the attack the best he could. It still hit him but at least only his white apron and not other parts. “ You’re lucky. ” He rolled his eyes, while Callum rather stayed away from him so he couldn’t mess with him again. There was too much expensive equipment in the room to start a foodfight.

“ Okay, half a minute remaining. ” The organizer spoke up, making Marcus act at two times the normal speed, pouring the last bits of sauce onto the pasta and then getting the cheese on the top. “ Thre, two, one. Hands up ‘chefs’. ” The timers went off and both of them stepped back from their station. The dishes were taken away to the ovens, so they were done in time for the inspection.

“ Guess I’m getting free lunch at least. ” Marcus sighed, washing his hands but when he turned around he could only see Callum’s face pale. Looking at where his eyes were stuck he knew exactly why he looked so sickly. “ Or maybe not… ” He let out a laugh, bumping their shoulders and taking a piece of meat that was left out of Callum’s sauce and waiting in a container on the side until now.

“ I just lost… ” He sighed, staring at his probable only mistake, that cost him the whole challenge against someone he could have beaten easily. “ You know what? I’m ordering the most expensive thing off the menu. ” He stated, turning to Marcus as it was now his friend’s turn to pale a little, but straightening up he took the thought as a champ.

“ I would say I don’t deserve that… but it was me bringing up the deal, so I can’t say anything. ” Marcus shrugged a little, starting to clean up his station, to help a little while their creations were baking. They were free until the inspections were over and it was time for the announcement of the results.

“ How could I leave the meat out? That’s the main ingredient in the whole sauce. ” Callum was close to fuming as he took his coffee from under the machine, sitting down on the sofa across Marcus. Maybe caffeine wasn’t what he needed, but in a way it always calmed him down before giving him any energy. “ I just handed you the victory between the two of us. ” He shook his head, taking a sip of his drink rather.

“ Let’s hope I at least will use the chance and win it all then. ” Marcus shrugged a little, holding his own cup while all the others were sitting around them on random chairs or sofa spots. He really didn’t know if he even had a chance or not, but remained positive about it all until the end.

An hour later Marcus had the third place tiny trophy in his hands and they were in an Uber on their way to a asian restaurant, that was their favourite while living here. Callum did get an honorary ribbon for ‘Worst mistake made’, but he did not wear it as proudly as Marcus held his trophy during the whole car ride. There were a few others with them, and in the end Marcus did pay for Callum’s lunch, although he didn’t order anything too special, sparing the kiwi’s wallet. There will probably be another occasion where he’s gonna be in Marcus’ shoes and will be paid back for this one time. He was the best on the track anyways, no?

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