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୨୧┊ 𝐈. 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. ( charles leclerc )
ꖛ ─ you’re reading part one ∿ part two ∿ part three ( coming soon )
✧.* pairings ─ charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader
✧.* genre ─ social media au ⨾ fluff & chaotic
✧.* summary ─ in which your best friend George gets fed up with watching you and Charles secretly yearn for each other while claiming to be just friends. so, when you lose a bet to George, he takes control of your social media accounts for 24 hours, using the opportunity to help you make a move on your crush.
✧.* face claim ─ suki waterhouse
✧.* warnings ─ none, this is just really chaotic lol
✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this is my first time writing a social media au so pls give me feedback! also, this is not proofread! btw feel free to leave requests <33
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
princess george: You know what, y/n?
y/n: no
princess george: I have the feeling that i’m gonna get a podium today!
y/n: what made you think that💀 not to crush your dreams princess, but i heavily doubt that
princess george: Wow, you’re so supportive. Why should I not be able to get a podium??
y/n: keyword: shitty car
princess george: Oh, yeah, I forgot about that… But i don’t care, i will manifest it (that’s what you always do, isn’t it?)
y/n: yeah sure..
princess george: You don’t believe me? Fine! Let’s make a bet then.
y/n: it’s way too early for this shit
princess george: Blahblahblah🙄
y/n: 💀 george i’m busy
princess george: Busy writing sad love songs about Charles or what??
y/n: …
princess george: Exactly. Now let’s do this!
y/n: why are you so eager to make this bet
princess george: Oh I just want to rub in your face that I was right afterwards
y/n: lovely.. but fine, start talking ig
princess george: Finally!
princess george: I predict that i’m gonna finish P3. Your prediction?
y/n: p11❤️
princess george: And now realistically…
y/n: p6
princess george: Thanks.
y/n: and what are the drawbacks?
princess george: I don’t know, maybe the loser has to hand over their main social media accounts to the winner for 24 hours. The loser isn’t allowed to use their main accounts in that time, only their private ones.
y/n: absolutely not
princess george: Aww you’re a scaredy cat?
y/n: no i just don’t trust you with my social media accounts💀
princess george: Okay fair enough
princess george: But c’mon, it’s gonna be fun! Only for 24h
y/n: fine but the winner can’t post anything too bad
princess george: Sure, sure. So, deal?
y/n: deal! and good luck (i hope you dnf)
princess george: Lovely as always
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georgerussell63 P3!!!! We keep on moving🔥🔥
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user471 was a close call but congratulations!
user172 carlos deserved it more, you literally pushed him off
user93 he didn’t push carlos off but okay💀
user425 so happy for you!
user65 it should’ve been carlos
charles_leclerc congrats on p3 mate!!🔥
georgerussell63 Congratulations on P2! I nearly got you, watch your back next time😉
charles_leclerc let’s highlight the word “nearly”😉
user976 so happy to see you on the podium again🫶
yourusername still convinced you bewitched half of the grid to let you pass them
georgerussell63 Creative but no, I just had a great motivation😊😊
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
princess george: Well well well, look who lost our bet…
y/n: 😐
princess george: C’mon give me the password to all your main accounts so i can log in😁
y/n: what if i were suicidal.
princess george: Honestly sounds like a you problem.
y/n: fuck you.
princess george: Still waiting for the passwords😊
y/n: fine, but remember, only for 24 hours!
princess george: Yeah, yeah. Now give them to me.
y/n: … insta is “503_UedusEiotSrk03” & twitter is “eZiyjDbbvwKi_zu_14806”
princess george: Damn, those are some ugly passwords!
y/n: are you seriously judging my PASSWORDS rn💀💀
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scuderiaferrari That’s ice cold🧊🥶 #F1 #P2 #Charles16
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user47 dayuumm🤭
user21 no one could ever get me into one of those things😭
yourusername That’s a sight I could get used to🥵🔥
landonorris don’t ever say or write that again.
urusername_alt🔒 @yourusername you really make me want to kms
yourusername @urusername_alt🔒 Aw, appreciate it❤️😉
landonorris y/n have you officially lost it?? why are you talking to yourself💀
user275 did we all see that or am i crazy💀
user164 yep we all saw that💀💀
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yourusername "eyes that confess, while lips whisper 'just friends.'" my new single “just friends” is out now!!🤍 (yes, another single about my crush😘)
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user937 THIS IS SO GOOD AND HEARTBREAKING WTF
lewishamilton already on repeat🔥
user25 i cried my eyes out to this.
landonorris this is a BANGER
user12 how is this so cute yet so sad💀
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
y/n: HPW COULD YOU
y/n: I GO TO BED AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO??
princess george: i have no idea what you’re talking about.
y/n: OH PLEASE YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID
princess george: Uhmmm nope.
y/n: YOU POSTED ONE OF MY DRAFTS
y/n: AND NOT JUST ANY DRAFT
y/n: NO, YOU POSTED THE ONE ABT MY SINGLE💀
y/n: IM GETTING EMAILS FROM MY PR TEAM BC I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THAT ON TUESDAY
princess george: Oh, yeah, my finger slipped🫢🫢
y/n: your finger must’ve slipped multiple times then bc the caption is somehow a different one💀 not to forget the twitter thing
princess george: Oops?
princess george: Besides, I only added one sentence.
y/n: are you fucking serious
princess george: It was an accident.
y/n: ACCIDENT MY ASS YOU EMBARRASSED ME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!!! AND TOLD PEOPLE ITS ABOUT CHARLES WTF
princess george: To be fair that was predictable when we set the rules to this bet. And I didn’t directly say the single is about charles.
y/n: you did directly say that💀
y/n: istg i’m gonna beat you up the next time i see you
princess george: Should I be worried..?
y/n: definitely.
y/n: you give me so many seasons to kill you. this is literally the 19th one
princess george: Make it 20…
y/n: george. what do you mean.
princess george: I might’ve given you another season. On accident!!
princess george: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-IkZstViy/?img_index=1
y/n: oh no
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f1wags Love is in the air, and our radar has picked up some juicy rumors! It seems like the friendship between the singer Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc is turning into something more than just a casual relationship. Get ready for the scoop as we take a closer look at the blossoming relationship between these two stars!
Y/N and Charles first crossed paths through their mutual friend George Russell, but it seems their connection has deepened over time. On late Sunday, Y/N dropped a bombshell by announcing her upcoming single to her social media followers, accompanied by a captivating caption. The last sentence read, "another single about my crush😘," which made fans curious and hopeful for more.
The plot thickened when Y/N responded to a tweet and saying that the song was indeed inspired by her "bae," none other than talented Formula 1 driver Charles Leclerc. The revelation left followers shaking with excitement, and it's clear that the connection between the two goes deeper than mere friendship.
But that's not all! Observant watchers have noticed the undeniable chemistry between Y/N and Charles, catching glimpses of their interactions when they thought no one was watching. Ah, the power of love! Charles might have forgotten that the public has eyes everywhere, but we certainly haven't missed a beat.
The burning question on everyone's mind is: what's behind their friendship? Is it just a playful crush or something much more intense? Could Y/N L/N be a new f1 wag? Time will tell, but for now we can't help but root for this potential power couple.
So stay tuned, gossip lovers, because there's more to come from Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc. Whether it's a steamy romance or just a close friendship, we'll be here keeping our eyes peeled for any hint of what's going on behind the scenes. Love may be a game of mystery, but they've forgotten that we're experts at unraveling the truth. Keep your eyes open, folks!
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user79 y’all really don’t know how to mind your own business
user943 why are people making such a big deal out of this like they’re just friends and y/n was probably just drunk or smth when she said those things🙄🙄 ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS!!
user27 you guys really don’t have a life huh💀
user375 who tf is this blondie
user50 girl stfu that’s literally my wife
user697 AAAA i really hope this is real bc they’re so cute💖
˗ˏ ➶ IMESSAGE ➜ w/ princess george . ✧ ˚
y/n: 💀💀💀
princess george: I’m starting to feel bad now..
y/n: good, you should💀
y/n: i’m gonna apologize to charles now
princess george: Why, It’s not your fault.
y/n: you’re right, it’s yours. but you said all those things with my account so it looks like it’s my fault lol
princess george: I’m really sorry, I took it a little far!
y/n: a little is good💀 but dw it’s okay, i know you only meant it jokingly, i’ll tell everyone it was you and not me once the 24 hours are over
princess george: 👍 Good luck talking to Charles. And don’t forget to confess to him before I do it for you😉😉
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⚠️ TIME TO BEREAL ⚠️ BAD TIMING!!
You are Charles Leclerc little sister and you are in a secret relationship with Carlos Sainz, aka his bestfriend, when the bereal notification rings at a bad time..
REACTIONS!!
Do you want more stuff like this? Let me know!!
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1 year of this blog 🤨🥳
#i never thought this would last tbh#and to be fair my activity level is just sad#but i still post!#sometimes occasionally#very rarely#and it's only been smau's#full length writing in celebration?? 🤨#don't hold me to that
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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS
This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ─ 𝐙𝐆𝟐𝟒 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
─ summary . . . ❨ finally completing the house of her dreams people are conceived her and her close friend yuki are going to tie the knot soon - they couldn't be more wrong ❩
─ pairing . . . ❨ zhou guanyu x fem! japanese! architect! reader ❩
─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩
─ author note . . . ❨ requested by anon "I saw your requests open I was wondering if you could write something where the reader is from Japan and dating Zhou and everyone thinks she is dating yuki" got this after I watched a bunch of architecture tv shows pretty random I know but I hope you guys like it ❩
❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
INTREVIEW → Y/N L/N AND ABOUT HER NEW HOUSE
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the leclerc babies never fails to make me smile!! i ADORE and LOVE them sm <33
also here's an idea. The Leclercs have a whole family weekend with charles and readers family over and they play family games. Idk if you saw those videos where the youngest kid runs to their favourite family member to see who's their least favourite. Same scenario but with Matheo/Ruby being on the run?
Sending in much love to you talented jen🫶🏼🫶🏼 hope you doing well and taking care of yourself💛
arthur the favorite | charles leclerc
hi lovely!! sorry for the wait 🥲 🫶🏼 also y/n’s parents are just going to be called grandma and grandpa lol. thank you for the request and the support!! love uuuuuuuu
Ruby and Mathéo were seated on the swing set in their backyard enjoying an ice cream cone that their mother had given them. The family reunion was something both kids were looking forward to. Their mother’s family would be coming over from (your country) and the kids were excited to spend time with their grandparents.
“Rubes, Théo, grandma and grandpa are here!” Y/n shouted as she waited for her babies so they could all greet their family.
“Wait! My ice cream is melting!” Ruby yelled, running as fast as she could while licking the melted ice cream.
“I’m coming, maman!” Théo said, following his sister. Inside the Leclerc house, Charles greeted his in-laws.
“Grandpa, Grandma!” The kids yelled as the shoved their ice cream in Charles’ hands. Each grandparent greeted one kid then switched.
“Oh, my babies are getting so big.” Grandma said as she kissed Mathéo’s cheek.
“I’m taller than Théo!” Ruby said.
“You’re both tall, stop growing!” Grandpa placed Ruby on the floor.
After a while, more family members arrived. Arthur was one of the last people to arrive since he had a team meeting. Ruby was the first to spot him enter the house so she ran up to him and hugged his legs because of her height.
“I was waiting for you,” Ruby took his hand and led him to the backyard where most of the family was. “I saved you some ice cream.”
Arthur’s heart melted. Ruby was serious about her ice cream. She didn’t share with anyone, but for some reason, Arthur was the lucky one the receive some of her ice cream.
After eating the food that Y/n and Pascale had prepared, everyone decided to play games to pass the time. Y/n’s cousin suggested playing a game she learned on tiktok with Ruby and Mathéo.
First, Charles and Y/n stood beside each other to see which parents the kids ran to. Both kids ran to both parents and hugged them both. Then it was the grandparents then it was time for the uncles.
Arthur was a bit nervous. Ruby and Mathéo had always said Pierre or Lorenzo were their favorite uncles. He knew it was just a silly little game, but he prayed that at least one kid would run to him.
“Go!”
Ruby ran faster than before and tackled Arthur to the ground. Arthur was caught off guard so when he realized it was Ruby who had run towards him, he was slightly confused.
“Are you okay?” Arthur asked the little girl.
“I’m alive.” Ruby giggled.
Arthur helped the girl to her feet and dusted himself off. “I’m your favorite?” He questioned her. “Is it because Pierre isn’t here?”
Ruby shook her head. “He is my favorite, but guess what? You’re my most favorite person, uncle, driver, friend, and blonde person.”
“Wait, let’s go with your papa so you can say everything you just said, but in front of him!”
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jpg accounts and mismatched feeds || cl16
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Back home. 🇲🇨❤️
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yourusername wow i look stunning
charles_leclerc You always do ❤️
pierregasly when do i get to go on an ice cream date with you?
yourusername back off you only get custody of him on weekends 😤
charles_leclerc ???
lordddperceval HE MADE IT PUBLIC 😭😭😭
anastasias_version screaming. crying. throwing up. going batshit insane. bouncing off the walls.
remyf1 I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP 🗣️
taylonso5ever okay but the way y/n DOES look so stunning... he won
irene.saii honestly don't know who i wanna be more 🫠
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A little getaway. ✈️❤️🌊
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scuderiaferrari Coming back recharged and ready for work, we hope. 😉
charloss_formula jpg account or y/n fanpage?
yourusername both. both is good
charles.jpg What she said ^^
anniebannanie oh to be on vacation w/ them 😭
cnarles.lec PARENTS ARE PARENTING
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A little change for my favorite girl in my favorite color. ❤️🔥
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scuderiaferrari The best color! ❤️😉
francisca.cgomes mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry
pierregasly kika??
yourusername all you babyy 😚
charles_leclerc y/n???
yourusername charles, this is sweet, but your feed will now forever be mismatched and it'll drive me mad 😭
sebchal.s girl i agree SHFNFNF
forza.charlos STOPPPP HE BROKE THE BW THEME FOR HER
elliesworld MOMMY? SORRY
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my turn
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charles_lecerc mon amour. ❤️
yn.jpg mon cheri. ❤️
racerbia those jeans really flatter you babes 😚
yn.jpg and they'd look even better on you, come borrow them some time 🫶
arthur_leclerc i feel famous
hi.its.lola OMG
scuderiasss mother is mothering 😭
ericascuderica the pic of arthur and charles is everything omg 😭
likedbycharles ABOUT TIMEEEE
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what’s love got to do with it? // clement novalak
summary: jaded and scared of falling in love, y/n struggles with her feelings for the famous man who just might be the perfect soul for her to share her life with
pairing: clement novalak x female! reader
warnings: relationship anxiety, parties, y/n doesnt know who pitbull is, niran and phoebe are gross and in love, y/n needs to have a little more faith in herself.
you must understand that the touch of a hand makes my pulse react. it’s only the thrill of boy meeting girl, opposites attract
(..)
what’s love got to with it? who needs a heart when a heart can be broken (what’s love) but a sweet old fashioned notion
the quadrant parties were infamous on campus. night-long races filled with beer, various drugs and drywal-shaking club music. their ringleader fancied himself as a dj, but lando norris was a Jack of all trades and master of none.
well, except for the f1 trade. that seemed to be going pretty well for him. he was by far the most successful member of the content house.
“babe, you have to start leaving the house! a party will be good for you! I’ll be there, and ria is going to be there. you know us.” her roommate had postured, doing everything she could to get y/n to drop the textbooks for a night, to shed the skin she hid behind.
social anxiety was a bitch, and she didn’t want to deliberately put herself in a situation where it would be amplified.
see: quadrant party. party with bad music and wall to wall people and frat boys who would take the piss out of a girl like her.
but alas, here she was, in jeans and a tight fitting top that had a deep neckline. phoebe had spent ages one her makeup before the girls left, but not even a little bit of peach smirnoff was easing her nerves.
“phoebes!” ria bish shouted, pushing through the crowd to make her way towards the girls. “I’m so glad you and y/n could make it!”
“ugh; it’s so nice to see you.” phoebe chirped. “have you seen niran?”
ria rolled her eyes, pointing to the dj table, where a decently drunk lando norris was spinning a kygo remix of a whitney houston song. phoebes boyfriend niran was dancing next to the table, sunglasses on upside down and a bottle of vodka in his hands.
it wasn’t long before phoebe had abandoned y/n for niran, but not before asking y/n if that was okay. against her better judgement, she told phoebe that she’d be fine on her own.
which is how she ended up sitting in a couch in the living room nursing a fruity drink that ria made, listening to the bass of a pitbull song shaking the houses foundation.
“is this seat taken?”
she barely looked up from her drink, popping one of the floating strawberry slices into her mouth. “britian is a free country, is it not?”
she heard the couch creak, felt it’s weight dipping as the man sat down next to her. “forgive me for asking, but you don’t really look like you’re having fun.”
“that’s not really a question.” she chuckled as she looked up, staring at a Greek god of a man, with a chain dangling from his neck and a man’s of curly brunet hair around his head. “I just really don’t like parties.”
“what are you doing here then?”
“my roommates boyfriend is in quadrant and because I’m such a good friend, I came with her.” she smiled, running her fingers through the dyed strands of her hair, resting her body against the back of the couch. “you know they played this song at prom and I was like, the only kid in the room who didn’t know it.”
the man laughed, throwing his head back, curls flinging around his head. “how do you not know pitbull? everybody knows this song.”
“when kids my age were listening to pitbull, I was listening to ac/dc. I could sing ‘you shook me all night long’ from memory but I could not tell you who sang ‘time of our lives’.”
“there’s no way!”
“I’m being serious! don’t even get me started on the whole my chemical romance phase I had!” she laughed, reaching for a handshake “I’m y/n.”
“clement.” his hand was soft and warm, and he smelled like dior cologne. “care for a dance?”
laughing, she took clems hand and allowed him to pull her to her feet. she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or if she was genuinely comfortable with the man in front of her, but she felt like she was walking on air as she threw her arms around clements neck, laughing like a maniac.
they talked to each other every day after that. even if it was something as simple as clement sending her tiktoks and instagram reels when she was too busy to talk. every time her phone buzzed, her heart jumped for joy.
and that scared her.
“what are so smiley about?” phoebe asks, passing through the dining room on her way to the wide open kitchen. “is it a certain french someone from the party last week.”
y/n’s eyes sparkled as she laughed, trying to hide her phone screen from her roommate. “fuck off.”
clem: are you free this weekend? I want to take you out, do something fun.
“he wants me to go out with him this weekend.” she was blushing rapidly, her face an unflattering shade of red as she tried to tell herself he means just as friends. because clement novalak couldn’t possibly want to be more than friends with her.
“I think you should go.” another voice sounded
"niran?" y/n coughed, choking on her glass of water. "what the fuck are you doing here?"
phoebe and niran shared a look, and she groaned as niran began to answer. "i've been here since about three yesterday afternoon. i'm shocked you couldn't hear us, actually."
"that is disgusting, i hate you both."
phoebe shook her head, crossing the living room to sit next to her roommate on the couch. "sweetie, clement is so eager to spend time with you, and you've been chasing someone who puts in the effort for ages. i know you're scared to let people in, but clement could be good for you."
"i know, but look at him and then look at me, phoebes. there's no way that he looks at me like that."
niran laughed. "yeah, you're way prettier than he is. out of his league as well."
she sat there with her warm phone clutched between her hands, the charging cable still hooked up to her computer as she looked at the blinking cursor.
she couldn’t just leave clement hanging.
y/n: I need to get away from this paper anyways…how does 2pm sound?
clem: it sounds perfect, see you saturday 😊
saturday quickly arrives, and with it is anxiety about every part of the day. clement never told her where they were going. what was she supposed to wear? should she shave her legs (and bikini region) again even though she literally did it three days ago? should she put on red lipstick or just gloss? were they going out as friends, or with the potential for something more? her nail polish was already peeling off, but she wouldn't have time to touch it up.
"stop overthinking this" she mumbled to herself, her spotify romantic mix belting out eric carmen's 'hungry eyes' as she held three different skirts up to the mirror in her closet. eventually, she settled on the mint green gingham, but with her white vans as opposed to a pair of sandals. keep it the right amount of casual and not.
clement arrived at the small bungalow at exactly five minutes to two. phoebe answered the door, ushering the Frenchman into the living room.
"y/n!" phoebe called up the small staircase. the bunglaow was backsplit, but the four stairs up to the bedrooms only ever seemed to cause someone to trip over their own feet. "clement is here!"
"the walls are thin, you don't need to be that loud!" y/n screamed back, spritzing a cloud of bath and body works spray in the air. she didn't own a proper bottle of perfume, but a whole shelf in her closet was packed full of half filled bottles from bath and body.
she rushed down the stairs, a canvas bag from waterstones over her shoulder, hair neatly pinned back in a white plastic clip. casual.
clement was floored at how nicely she cleaned up. yes, she had looked super hot at the party, but this was different. this was a gentle elegance that capitalized on her long legs and soft face. she wasn't wearing nearly as much makeup, her face simply dusted in glitter eyeshadow and lip gloss. no mascara, no concealer or foundation.
clem thought that y/n was naturally stunning.
“wow” he says, getting up from the couch and wiping his sweaty palms on his white chinos. “you look great.”
“thanks” she said shyly, fingers playing with the beads on her bracelet. “are you ready to head out?”
“you kids have fun!” Phoebe shouted behind them, watching the couple leave through the front door. there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that she was about to call niran, as she usually did when she was the only one in the house.
walking down the cobblestone drive, y/n raised her eyebrows. “you drive a maserati?”
“what’s the point of having money if you don’t know how to spend it?” clem laughed “I’m shit at f2 but at least the pay is good.”
“if you’re as bad as you say, why do you still do it? you have more than enough money to take the time to decide what your next move is.” she slid into the car, marvelling at the leather interior.
she still drove a 2010 volkswagen.
“the adrenaline, I guess.” clem shrugged, gunning the engine. “guys like us, the circuit is all we’ve ever known.”
as clem pulled away from the house, the steep crackled to life, music shaking the speakers in the inside of the doors.
“we’re you listening to nelly furtado?”
“of course I was. maneater is a banger.”
everything with clem was so easy. she felt like she could be herself around him, singing out of key, making small talk (she hated small talk, always had to think too long about her answers), and not trying so hard to be perfect.
this could be something, clement novalak could be the guy that she was looking for. and that thought scared the shit out of her.
she’s only ever been on her own, she only knows how to be independent.
clement decided to take her mini golfing, something slower paced and low key. something that friends do. friends.
he was being nice to her because he was a nice guy. at least, that’s what y/n thought, anyways.
“you can tell a lot about a person based on their favourite animal. I like alpacas. mainly because they’re lazy and fluffy and have weird faces. is that weird?” she mused, hitting the small pink ball into the hole.
clem had been an angel the entire time, offering to hold her bag, take her instagram photos and even buy her ice cream afterwards (although he wouldn’t let her eat in the maserati, understandably)
they’d been out for just over three hours when clem brought her home, shania twain on the radio. he lingered in the driveway, turning the radio down as shania crooned about how good it felt to be a woman.
“I had a really great time today, y/n.”
she smiled, gathering her belongings and getting ready to leave. “so did I. thanks for doing this.”
as she began to reach for the door handle, clem pulled her back. he leaned across the console, brushing an errant strand of hair away from her face as he parted his lips.
she hasn’t expected him to kiss her, but she wasn’t complaining, moving her lips in tandem with his. she used to be so scared that nobody would ever want to kiss her.
it was only when Clem’s tongue brushed against her lips that she saw sense, drawing back from the man in front of her.
“I should head inside.” she said softly, face flushed. “I’ll call you.”
she dodged his calls for the rest of the week. ignored the tiktoks he sent her, didn’t answer his messages. she was scared. the butterflies in her chest almost made it hard to breathe around him. how could someone do charismatic, so perfect, fall on love with a girl like her? clement novalak could have any girl he wanted. why her?
after seven days of unanswered calls, clement took matters into his own hands. armed with a bouquet of carnations and a paperback agatha christie, he knocked on her front door.
“you fucked up, you bloody idiot.”
“yes, thank you phoebe. I am well aware of my shortcomings as a romantic partner.” clem rolled his eyes. “where is she?”
phoebe sighed, stepping away from the door so that the driver could come inside. “please don’t take the last week personally. she’s not used to be chased after, and you probably came on to strong when you tried to make out with her in a car worth more than what she makes in a year.”
“I really like her.”
“tell her that, not me. she’s in her room, just up the stairs and to the right.”
when clement pushed the door open, she was sitting cords legged on her marble bedspread, her laptop on a folding plastic platform in front of her. she had her hair clipped back, headphones in her ears while she sang ‘dirty deeds done dirt cheap’, staring intently at her laptop. clement knocked on the door, the intrusion causing her to jump.
“clement? what are you doing here?”
“I brought you flowers. and a book.” her offered, passing her the bouquet and sitting next to her on the double bed. “I wanted to apologize for whatever it is that I did the other day that scared you off. I really like you, y/n. I think you’re funny and smart and wonderful and I think it’s a dann shame that no man has ever told you that before. at the same time, I’m honoured to be the first.”
“I’m so new to this, clem. and I’m scared I’m going to fall so far in love with you and then you’re going to leave and I’ll have nothing left.”
clem shook his head, taking her hands in his. she smelled like summer, like hibiscus and vanilla. “I promise I’ll never leave you, okay? not unless you want me to. I want to know you, y/n. the good, the bad, the nerdy and awkward. I want it all. I want you.”
“can we take it slowly? baby steps, just while I find my footing.” she asked him softly, wide eyed as she fought the urge to kiss him again, to get lost in his touch.
“we can take it as slow as you need, princess.”
she smiled, taking a chance and gently kissing him on the cheek. “take me out for dinner? I’ve been working all day.”
clem laughed, pulling her in to a tight embrace, dropping a kiss on her hairline. “I think we can do that. I know a great greek place.”
“you remembered?”
“I remember everything when it comes to you.”
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his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room // mick schumacher
summary: she’s a woman with very specific taste. all she wants is to be worshipped, reminded of her worth, and mick is all to happy to use her as his altar.
pairing: mick schumacher x female reader
warnings: smut, mentions of anxiety (and it’s effect on orgasms), my sweet girl just wants to be loved (she’s just like me fr), mick doesn’t let her come until she tells him how pretty she is, she calls him ‘prince charming’, pretty girl has a pretty obvious praise kink, mick has a bit of a size kink.
“i wouldn’t say i’m a sub, exactly, but I do feel more comfortable with someone else guiding me.”
it was a conversation she had been dreading for weeks. a volatile conversation, if you will. she had no idea how mick would react, what he was going to say.
if he was going to decide that she wasn’t worth it.
but he was listening, so far so good, as she listed off everything she needed to feel safe, comfortable and loved in an intimate setting.
and by an intimate setting, of course she meant sex. words couldnt describe the anxiety that shot through her veins when she thought about the mere idea of having sex with the man in front of her. the man that made her feel like she was walking on clouds, like she was the most important person in the world.
“that’s okay, schatz.” mick encouraged, placing a comforting hand on her thigh. “i can guide you.”
she smiled, placing her hand on top of his. “you know how anxious I can get, and when that happens, when I get too deep inside my head during sex, it can be really hard to reach orgasm. which can be a little embarrassing sometimes.”
“that’s okay, too. hey, there’s no pressure to come, yeah? i just want to make you feel good, bring you as much pleasure as i can.”
“okay.” her voice was shaky as she cupped his face with her right hand. “the most important thing is that I feel loved, reminded that I’m beautiful and smart and wonderful. treat me like a princess, mick.”
“darling, you don’t deserve anything less.”
in a flurry of giggles and smiles, he scooped her up in his arms, carrying her through her home to her bedroom, painted its sunny shade a pale blue, the large disney castle painting hanging above her bed. he placed her down on the bed gently, kissing her softly before pulling back.
“you do whatever you need to get comfortable, darling. i promise I’ll be right here when you get back.”
she got to her feet with a smile, jaunting over to her closet and grabbing a hanger, holding it to her chest and trying to keep mick from peeking. she peered over her shoulder, telling him as much before ducking into the bathroom to change.
she fluffed up her hair, stripping down to her bra and underwear, frowning at the butterfly pattern in the mirror. the lavender butterflies didn’t match her heather gray panties.
fuck it, she told herself, taking off her bra before throwing on the pale pink satin button down, the hem barely covering her ass as she undid the top few buttons, the pendant of her tree branch necklace resting just a over her breastbone.
she spritzed herself with a bath and body works spray, a fun and playful scent, one that made her feel alive, beautiful.
mick couldn’t hide his gasp as he watched her walk back into the room, easing the door closed behind her.
“hi.” she exhaled with a laugh, leaning against the door, hair tousled and bare legs long as she stalked towards the bed.
“hi.” mick giggled, taking her hands and guiding her to straddle his thighs, hands gently caressing her thighs as he kissed her neck gently. “you’re so pretty. and you smell nice.” he hummed, gently blowing a raspberry against her skin.
she giggled, and he swore it was the most erotic sound he had ever heard.
“can I touch you, sweet girl?” mick asked, voice husky as he traced her curves through the fabric of her shirt.
she nodded, undoing the buttons and letting the fabric fall open, fabric hanging off her slender frame as mick took her breasts in his hands, massaging them and rolling her nipples in between his fingers.
“mickey;” she giggled “that tickles, babe.”
“your tits are so perfect, my love.” he hums, kissing her skin softly. “so soft. so round. so sensitive.”
she hummed, arching into him as he used the tip of his tongue to trace one of her stretch marks. her nails dig into mick’s shoulders, a high pitched whine leaving her throat as mick gently pulled one of her nipples into his mouth.
she moaned his name, all composure falling away at his touch as both hands moved to squeeze the globes of her ass, pulling her closer to him as she braced her hands on his chest, panting heavily.
mick flipped them over, cradling her against the mattress before he got up to shed his under armour shirt. a sizeable bulge was growing in his jeans as he leaned over her, skin to skin when he kissed her hard, tongue slipping into her mouth.
“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” he managed to say in between husky kisses against her lips, neck, jaw. “i just want to stay here all day and fucking worship you like i should, like every man should. because you’re my pretty girl. all mine to pamper and love and cherish.” mick groaned as he wrapped her legs around him, her bare breasts pressing against his chest. “I’ve got to have you, darling.” he sighed as he kissed up her neck, nibbling gently on her ear. “and I want you to know that I’m yours as much as you’re mine.”
“okay, prince charming.” she hummed, arching into him. “make me feel good, mickey. i need to feel you.”
mick sat back on his heels, gently pulling down her soaked cotton panties. she looked up at him with that face, that innocent yet desperate and dirty expression so wore as she but down in her lip in anticipation.
the moan she let out when mick kissed her soaking core was enough to make him want to come then and there, moaning against her lips as he eased his tongue inside of her.
“you taste like heaven, schatzi.” he groaned as she bucked her hips against him.
“oh, mick, just like that.” she whined, head thrown back as she clutched at the top of the pillow her head rested on. “worship me, mickey.” she whispered, eyes closed as mick held her thighs open, continuing to work her with his tongue.”
“that’s it, darling. ride my face, use me to make yourself feel good.” mick encouraged as she bucked her hips into his face, causing him to shift his grip, gripping her ass tightly with one hand as the motion of his nose running over her clit made her cry out.
“oh, fuck, mick!”
“that’s my good girl.” he moaned, plunging his tongue back into her. “so nice and wet for me. do you want my cock, princess? are you ready to be spoiled?”
“yes, mick.” she panted, a sheen of sweat covering her body as she fell back against the sheets. “please, i need you.”
“I’m right here, baby. right here.” mick said softly, kissing her forehead as he got up to strip down, discarding his jeans and boxers on the floor, rolling a condom over his rock-hard cock. “just lie back and let me spoil my pretty girl.”
she moaned, desperate and needy as mick began to slide inside her, a growl escaping from his throat as he gently slid inside, taking her hand in his and cradling it next to her head.
“so good for me, pretty girl. so perfect. so warm and wet and wonderful.” he hummed, kissing her forehead as she closed her eyes, chest rising and falling as she hummed, trying to get used to micks size. “you okay?”
“yeah. yeah, I’m alright. just nervous.”
“if you get anxious and feel like you can’t tell me, just tap my arm twice, okay? we can stop, grab some snacks, curl up and watch a movie if that’s what you want to do.”
“i love you.” she said softly, leaning up to kiss him. “what did I do to deserve you, mick schumacher?”
“you didn’t do anything, sweetheart. i should be asking what I did to deserve you.”
“mick?”
“yes, pretty girl?”
“you can move now.”
mick slowly pulled back, thrusting in gently to start, paying very careful attention to every twitch of her muscles, every breath she let out.
she looked so small, letting out little, breathy moans underneath him, nails digging into his biceps. her fingers couldn’t even wrap all the way around his muscles.
small but strong, he reminded himself as he thought about what must be running through her head, what anxious and intrusive thoughts she must be fighting.
he was proud of her.
“harder, mick. harder.” she begged, voice a high pitched whine as she pleaded with him.
he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster, harder and deeper. she whined against him, nails digging into his tanned skin hard enough to draw blood as he bit gently on her lip.
“fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good.” she moaned. “you’re so big.”
“only the best for my princess.” mick grunted, adjusting his position to go deeper, heart skipping a beat as she screamed his name. at first, he worried he’d hurt her, but the ‘fuck yes’ that followed her surprised shout was enough to reassure him that she was fine.
“yeah, yeah, I’m your princess, mickey.” she whined, a feeling that was nothing less than pure euphoria spreading through her body as she looked up at mick, eyes wide and hair matted to skin as she cling to his broad shoulders. “fuck me like I’m yours. the most important thing in your life.”
she’s never felt this treasured during sex before. the anxiety had started to ebb away as soon as mick put his lips on her cunt.
she had never been comfortable with the duality: how a man could be the sweetest most loving person on earth outside the bedroom, but would call a girl a slut and demand she get on her knees once the door was closed. and that was fine for some people, more power to them, she had decided, but it never worked for her. made her uneasy, let the negative thoughts in.
mick kissed up her neck, cradling her face with one hand and clutching at the sheets with the other. “yeah, you’re my beautiful beautiful girl. the one I love most.”
“i am, yes! oh, yes, i am, i am.” she could hardly form a sentence from how good mick made her feel, every thought turning to mush in her head.
“i need you to say it, pretty girl. i want you to tell me how pretty you are.”
“mick.” she whined, bucking her hips into his as he began to slow down.
“i need you to say it pretty girl. because only gorgeous gorgeous girls get to cum.”
“you’re mean.” she pouted, sticking out her bottom lip as mick laughed, leaning down to kiss her.
“I’m trying to get you to be more comfortable complimenting yourself.” mick reasoned, brushing her sweaty hair from her face. “i want you to love yourself the way that I do.”
“that’s actually shockingly sweet, mickey.” she smiled, running her thumb up and down his arm. “thank you.”
“anything for my pretty girl. now, let’s try this again.” he grinned mischeviously as he began so fuck her again, hips moving at a bruising pace.”
“yes, mick, I’m your beautiful girl.” she moaned. “I’m so fucking beautiful.”
mick groaned, feeling her walls clench around him as she hurtled towards her orgasm. “yes, yes you are, pretty girl. you’re my pretty girl. are you going to come for me, princess?”
“mick, i-i think-“
“it’s okay, darling.” he soothed, gently rubbing her clit with one hand, holding her hand with the other. “just breathe through it, I’ve got you. you’re safe with me.”
with a high-pitched whine and an arch of her back, hiding her face in micks neck as she squealed, she came undone around him, coating his cock as she fell limp in his arms, his lips kissing her skin softly as he reached his own high.
“that’s it, pretty girl. you did so well for me. lie down, I’ve got you. i know you’re overstimulated, just breathe.”
after his own climax, mick got to his feet, throwing out the condom and helping y/n out of her sweat-stained blouse and into her softest pajamas and a pair of playful cotton panties. he redressed in his boxers, sliding into bed and pulling her into his arms.
“how do you feel, schatzi?” mick asked softly, runnin his fingers through her hair. “how was I? was there anything you didn’t like or that felt overwhelming?”
she shook her head, yawning as she looked up at him through lidded eyes. “you were perfect.”
“i felt like the most beautiful girl in the world. the way I always feel when I’m with you”
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bf stealer | felipe drugovich
faceclaim maude apatow
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y/nvettel y/n around the world
5vettel5 with who?👀
sebsvettels why are the vettel’s so cool?
felipedrugovich another day of being a personal photographer and not getting credit
dannyricbitch ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THIS??-?3?:?:$
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y/nvettel guess who’s a boyfriend stealer? I’ll give you a hint: his name starts with s 😐
sebastianvettel that could be anyone
felipedrugovich it’s not what you think i promise
y/nvettel I’m leaving and I’m taking the cats with me
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f1girlies i just met felipe and y/n just FaceTimed him right when he was about to take a selfie with me 😭 she even said hi to me and showed the cats i love this couple so much 😩
y/nvettel it was lovely to meet you! sorry for interrupting 😬
f1girlies don’t be sorry! hopefully we meet irl too!
schumacherszmivk imagine meeting felipe and y/n (even though it was facetime)
f1girlies his reaction to the call was cute and funny 😭 when he saw it was y/n calling he said “oh it’s the missus, i have to take this or else I’ll have to sleep on the couch” and then accepted the call then y/n noticed he was meeting fans so she quickly apologized to us and showed the cats as a sorry
lucyf1 aw you got to see sylvie and evie 😭 we need more cat content from y/n and felipe
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🕯 🕯 🕯 🕯
🕯 CHARLES MARC HERVÉ 🕯
🕯 PERCEVAL LECLERC WILL 🕯
🕯 WIN THE MONACO GP 2023 🕯
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PLEASE DON’T TURN YOUR BACKS ON EMILIA ROMAGNA
The GP might being cancelled, but the area is still in really much devastation and they need your help.
If you can’t donate, please at least share this post:
This is the general donation link to help the region Emilia Romagna in their emergency, from the Croce Rossa Italiana portal (first responders)
This is targeted to the Imola city
This is for Faenza, one of the most devastated cities in the first flood
This is what I found about Forlì and Cesena, that are the most devastated cities in this current flood
If you have more, please feel free to add
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the poolhouse // clement novalak (mini fic)
summary: after watching her boyfriend film a tiktok for his podcast, y/n and clement escape to the pool house to spend some quality time together.
pairing: clement novalak x female reader
warnings: clement being a lovesick idiot (but most importantly, respecting his beloveds sexual boundaries!), consumption of alcohol, oral sex (female receiving)
the way that clement novalak moved was criminal.
the sun was setting beyond the palms as the group sat in marcus armstrong's backyard in new zealand, clement and james in the pool, attempting to film a tiktok to promote screaming meals.
time after time, clement launched himself out of the water, tossing his hair back like an actor in some eighties movie (although if she was ever forced to choose between her boyfriend and dirty dancing-era patrick swayze, she was picking patrick swayze).
the pair were so different that nobody thought the relationship would work. clement was outgoing and always needed to be doing something, and y/n was soft and gentle, and would rather stay home with a book. in addition to these differences, they also had vastly different sex drives. clement could get it up whenever and wherever, whereas it took some time for y/n, and her libido was more responsive than clem's. but they made it work, even if it meant scheduling sex into their calendars at least once a month.
but watching clem in that swimming pool? oh yes, her body was very responsive to that.
clem ambled out of the pool, using his fingers to slick his hair back over his scalp. fingers that she suddenly wished were inside her as she choked on her glass of water.
he slipped onto the lounger next to her, and y/n wasted no time throwing one leg over his and resting her head against his damp chest.
“hey, darling. did you miss me that much?” Clem chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her softly.
she whispered his name softly, running her hand over his bare chest. “clem, i need you.”
“is this a now problem, or can it wait until we get home, love?” given the often erratic nature of their sex life, clement tried to avoid quickies when he could, as he would much rather take his time giving his lover the full princess treatment.
“havent quite figured that out yet.” y/n mumbled, kissing clems cheek before getting up from the lounger. “i do, however, need a stronger drink. care to come with?”
“anything for you, pretty lady.”
the couple walked hand in hand towards the poolhouse, giggling and laughing to each other as james and marcus gave each other a look.
it was rare that they were ever around a couple who loved each other as much as clement and y/n. marcus was taking bets on when they’d stop beating around the bush and get married to each other.
they slipped inside the pool house, which felt like a large living room and kitchen. clement went straight for the exotic fruit tray on the counter, popping a small chunk of pineapple into his mouth while his lover filled the blender with ice.
“want a bite?” clem offered, holding out a pineapple slice.
“sure.” y/n agreed, sliding the ice tray back into the freezer. “do you want a pina colada?”
“I’ll just steal yours.” clem shrugged as he lover leaned over the kitchen island, taking a bite out of the slice. “hang on just a second.” clem said softly, using the tips of his fingers to wipe up the pineapple juice that had dripped from y/n’s lips.
“did you get it all?” she asked, patting at the skin around her lips.
“yeah, i think so.”
and in a move that shocked them both, y/n leaned forward, gently taking her lovers fingertips into her mouth and sucking up the remainder of the pineapple juice.
clem’s eyes widened, his muscles tensing as a small jolt of arousal went through his veins.
“i didn’t want anything to go to waste.” she blushed, voice sweet as she tried to avert her eyes.
“that’s bold for you, sweetheart. but I dont mind it, dirty girl.”
clem didn’t miss the way that y/n tensed, a touch of panic in her eyes as she took a step back from the countertop- and her lover.
“we talked about this, clement. remember what I said about what I needed to feel safe in the bedroom?”
and clem felt like shit. he hated that he was the person making y/n feel like this. he was the first to admit that sometimes he got carried away when it comes to sex. but it had been a learning curve since he and y/n had taken their relationship to that stage. she was sweet and gentle and jaded. she needed to feel loved all the time, and that carried over to the bedroom.
for y/n, sex was intimate and vulnerable. the act carried a lot of emotions, and it wasn’t something that she took lightly.
“I’m so sorry, love.” his voice wavered as he watched y/n’s shaky hands take the cap off of the pina colada syrup. “i got a bit carried away, but you know that I love you, y/n. you are the apple of my eye, the most important thing in my life. and I would never do anything to embarrass you or make you feel anything less than perfect, in or out of the bedroom.”
“i know.” y/n exhaled, the bad feeling slowly leaving her stomach. this was still her sweet lover boy clement. her hands were steadier now as she poured a small serving of malibu into the blender. “I’m probably overreacting anyways.”
“sweetheart, you overreact about a lot of things. but never this. I’m glad that you told me before I crossed the line too far and did something that really made you feel uncomfortable.”
“come over to this side and hold me while I make us a drink, you big dork.”
grateful that things were back to the way they were supposed to be, clement crossed the island to pull y/n into his arms, gently placing a kiss to her shoulder as she started the blender.
this was the clement that she loved. the clingy, sweet, affectionate version of the driver that only she got to see.
“grab a glass, I’ll get the straws.”
“coming right up, pretty girl.” clement quipped, placing a cocktail glass on the counter for y/n to pour the slush into.
she placed both reusable straws in the glass before turning around and offering her lover a sip. with a childish grin, the frenchman dropped a small pink drink umbrella in the glass, and they both giggled.
“I love you.” she said softly, before taking a sip of the drink.
after she swallowed, clem leaned over the glass to kiss her softly, cradling her cheek in his hand. “you taste like coconut.”
“you’re so cheesy.” she laughed. “you’re going to have to try it, too.”
ever the golden retriever, clem took his own sip of the drink before kissing his girlfriend, cradling her body close.
“god this is strong. how much syrup did you put in.”
“enough.” y/n laughed “you taste like it too.”
“we’re awful.” clem laughed, placing the glass on the counter before scooping his lover into his arms and carrying her over to the indoor/outdoor couch.
“i know. but only in the way that old married couples are.” she laughed softly, holding hands with her boyfriend as he kissed up her leg.
one kiss. four kisses. three kisses.
i love you.
there were plenty of amazing things that clement novalak could do in the bedroom, but those little kisses in that exact sequence was her favourite. it was clements way of reminding her how loved she was.
he gently slipped his hands underneath the seam of her swimsuit bottoms, waiting for her signal before slipping the baby pink fabric off her skin, folding the garment gently before placing it on the couch.
“I love you, clement novalak.” she hummed, gently carding her fingers through clems hair as she rested her thighs on his shoulders.
“I love you, y/n y/l/n.” clement grinned before kissing her thigh one last time before he gently ran his tongue over her slit.
“oh, sweet jesus, that feels good.”
she could feel clement smile, the gentle tickle of his stubble against her skin as he shook his head, making his girlfriend giggle. a giggle that soon tapered into a moan as clem kissed her core, gently sliding his tongue inside her.
“that’s it, sweet girl. I just want you to feel so so good, honey. I love making you feel good, darling.”
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back outside, lissie mackintosh seemed to be the only one who noticed that the couple were missing.
“it shouldn’t take almost an hour to make a pina colada.” the influencer mused. she had previously filmed episodes of screaming meals with the boys and had fostered a close friendship with marcus in the time since.
marcus and james exchanged a look before they both burst out laughing.
“you really think they went to get drinks?” james laughed. “they have drastically different sex drives, but when you’re around them long enough you realize that when she wants him, she really wants him.”
“I just wish they’d not do it in the pool house.” marcus scowled. “they’d better clean up after themselves.”
“what did we miss?” y/n laughed, her face still pink and a hickey beginning to form on her thigh as she and clem rejoined the party, hand in hand an inseparable from each other as he passed her the pina colada glass.
“I love you.” clem whispered with a smile, kissing her neck as he hugged her from behind. “I’m gonna marry you someday.”
“after I finish college, that way james doesn’t get the payout from the bet.” y/n laughed, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”
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Drunk in love — Charles Leclerc
Drunks always tell the truth, don’t they? You and Charles are more than willing to flirt with each other, no matter you’re best friends.
Word count — 894
warnings — alcohol
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You and Charles were friends, that’s what you were trying to make yourself believe. While everyone realized the chemistry both had, you and your friend were totally convinced that your feelings were unrequited. Little did you know that you both loved each other as much more than friends.
That night, after Charles' victory, you decided to go to a bar and have drinks. Your friends had left you alone for a moment and it had not taken long to find yourself in a different situation. Charles had taken your hand and you ended up sitting in a much more private area. The music was loud but you had come so close that your lips were almost stuck to each other’s ears.
You had needed liquid courage to be able to flirt. That’s what you were doing at the time. Flirting. You were both quite drunk and unaware of nothing, at that moment you had forgotten your thoughts and everything that made you fear to ruin the friendship.
Charles narrowed his eyes and his smile made you want to kiss him on the lips. He was gorgeous, someone you loved so much that it was hard to disguise.
"I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous- your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place."
Charles winked at you and you got even closer to him. He did not give up and continued with his flirtation, not knowing that with every word, you were about to tell him that he meant the world to you.
"You’re cute. Are you single?" He yelled and you giggled.
"Yes. Why?"
"I think we should have a date someday."
You smiled at him and put your mouth back in his ear.
"I don’t date strangers!"
"I’m not a stranger." he said and then, frowned, not before making a pot."I’m a stranger to you?"
"I don’t know, I can’t remember."
You could remember some things, you felt safe around him, knowing that he would always be there for you. That you wanted to stay by his side. And above all, you remembered your feelings for him. You loved him.
"Well, my name is Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc."
"That’s a long name."
"It is."
You both looked at each other for a while, until you let out a meaningless laugh and started making comments that made no sense. You were too drunk to notice that their hands were attached and they were almost stuck in that seat.
"You have pretty eyes." you said out loud and saw how his cheeks turned red at the compliment.
"Oh? oh. I- thank you?"
After a couple of minutes later you noticed someone approaching. Carlos Sainz looked at you both with a smile full of ulterior motives.
"How are you, lovebirds?"
"We should go home. I’m tired." said Charles and you nodded.
"Yeah, I’m tired too."
Carlos had not taken alcohol, so he offered to take you. The Spaniard took you to Charles’s house, where you were going to stay for that night. You had planned to sleep in the guest room, so you undoubtedly went there. Carlos and Charles remained talking for a while, with your friend too drunk to form any meaningful prayer. You took your shoes off and saw the door open.
Charles threw himself on top of the bed and settled down with one arm under his head to support himself. His eyes were narrowed and he had a lazy smile.
"Belle, what do you think of us?"
"Us?"
"You and me, us."
You kept quiet for a while, trying to process his question.
"I feel safe and loved when I'm with you, Charles."
Charles seemed satisfied with your answer and yet decided to continue with his questions.
"Are you my friend?"
"I think I am." You answered and he grimaced.
"If you weren’t my friend things would be easy. Just stop being my friend."
"Are you breaking up our friendship, Charles?"
It was the alcohol speaking for you because the moment Charles proposed that, you started crying at the thought of losing it. Your friend almost fell out of bed but came up to you and cradled you in his arms.
"I think..." You told him, letting out some sobs. "I think I really... I really like you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah... like, a lot."
Charles admired your features while you were thinking that he didn’t want to know anymore with you. To him you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, he could spend hours looking at you. Charles finally realized what you had said and he had an important reaction. He raised his index finger and pointed at you.
"Waaaait. If I like you and you like me, let’s date."
"What?"
Charles nodded in conviction at his idea.
"We probably need to talk about this when we’re not drunk anymore, belle."
"I’m not drunk!"
"You are, I'm drunk too." He laughed involuntarily.
Charles grabbed his cell phone and you saw that he wrote something down, although he had a lot of misspellings due to his condition. It was something like remwmber: sheE feels the same!!!
He finally put his cell phone on the nightstand and lay down in the bed. "Let’s go to sleep."
You both lay in bed with smiles on your faces. Tomorrow you were going to have a long talk.
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