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httpiastri · 9 months

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drunk on you – cn21

when clement gets a little drunk on a night out, he feels a need to confess his feelings to his best friend’s little sister.

pairing: armstrong!reader x clement novalak

genre: fluff, mentions of suggestive but not much

warnings: alcohol mentions, nothing else

author's note: already missing my boys 💔 this is a lot of dialogue and not a lot else. hope u still like it though <3

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"little armstrong!"

you know the owner of the voice long before you see him. his voice always brought butterflies to your stomach. plus, no one else insisted on calling you that as often as he did.

you turn your head to look to your side, spotting clement standing right outside the door to the club. his hands are dug into his pockets as he watches you with an unreadable expression. "you truly are the most gorgeous thing in this entire city tonight. you know that, right?"

"i do know that. thank you."

"your dress is lovely, too." he takes a few steps closer to you. "though, it would look even better on the floor of my hotel room."

you roll your eyes, but you can't hold back the little grin growing on your lips. "that line is so overused, i can't believe you just said that."

"well, i might be just a little tipsy..."

"oh, really?" the irony is clear in your voice as you watch him stumble up to you, his lips showing off an intoxicated smile. "how much champagne have you had, hm?"

"just... a few glasses?" you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he thinks through his night, but he's far too drunk to remember. "enough to come out here and flirt with you, anyway."

"flirt with me, huh?" you chuckle and shove his shoulder. "and why would you do that?"

"because i'm head over heels for you, obviously."

you snort. "i'm definitely telling marcus about this. he's going to tease you for weeks."

your comment doesn't scare him – in fact, he looks even more amused than before. "tell your brother all you want. i love making him happy," he says, raising his eyebrows. "don't think you'll want to tell him about what we're gonna do back in my hotel room, though."

he takes one more step closer, and now he's practically towering over you. you lean back against the glass wall as if to create some distance, but it's helpless; he's just inches away, the heat practically radiating off his body. his warm breath on your face and his hand that lands on your hip leaves you completely flustered. "you're too drunk for this," you manage to get out, blinking up at him.

he shakes his head. "you're talking as if you don't want this."

"i don't."

"oh, please. you've wanted me since the first time you laid your eyes on me."

it's getting harder and harder to keep your cool, especially when his eyes are shamelessly checking you out, following every dip and curve of your body. you've never been this near him, at least not in a situation like this. have his eyes always been this beautiful? or is the alcohol in your body just making you see him in a new light?

he was right, of course; you had fallen for him quite soon after meeting him for the first time. how could you not when he was sweet, funny, and insanely handsome?

however, you couldn't just give in this easily. especially not when he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. "you have no idea what you're talking about."

he pauses for a moment. "so if i were to kiss you right now," his hand travels your thigh, his thumb absentmindedly drawing circles into your skin. "would you stop me?"

your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingers along your skin. "i- i didn't say that."

"then what's stopping you from coming back to the hotel with me?"

you take a deep breath, wanting to keep your voice steady, but it's hard to focus when clement's hand keeps moving higher, eventually reaching the edge of your dress. "marcus would kill you if he saw me come out of your room."

"you can sneak back in the morning and pretend you’ve spent the whole night in your room, all innocent and sweet as you usually like to act."

when you pause again and open your eyes to look at him, he has leaned in closer. he takes notice of the way your breath hitches in your throat, the way your mouth hangs slightly open, the way your eyes are basically begging for him to close the distance between you. he cocks an eyebrow at you. "you really want this, don't you?"

"just shut up and kiss me."

clement is not one to disobey orders. his free hand grabs your jaw and you drape your arms around his shoulders as he presses his lips to yours. he tastes of the expensive champagne he's been drinking all night, and it's enough to pull you with him to an intoxicated state. drunk on champagne, drunk on each other.

when you stepped out for some fresh air just minutes before, you did not see this coming. never in a million years did you think you'd be making out with clement novalak, your brother's best friend, right outside a club – and yet, in the moment, it feels so right.

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours as he speaks. "let me take you back to my room."

"do you remember how i said 'marcus would kill you'?"

"do you remember how you said 'shut up and kiss me'?" there's a massive grin on his lips and you gasp, pinching his shoulder. he leans back slightly, letting out a hearty laugh. "besides, you know your dad would love to have me as his step son. i practically am already."

"you make a good argument, novalak."

he tilts his head and his hand on your thigh makes itself known again by massaging your skin, slowly inching even further up. "so? what's it going to be?"

you pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before reaching down to grab his hand. you then practically pull him with you down the street, towards your hotel.

"i'm setting an alarm for six in the morning, and i am sneaking out before anyone finds out," you say – as if your brother and his entire friend group aren't standing inside the club with their mouths hanging wide, having watched you through the glass walls for the past couple of minutes.

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the-offside-rule · 3 months

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Clement Novalak (Mathiesen) - So Poetic

Requested: yes by DeliF1 on wattpad

Prompts: 7) "She is my other half as the poets would say"

Warnings: you may turn into a Clem girly

Another day, another Screaming Meals podcast. Today, the trio had found themselves with a rather special guest; Y/n Y/l/n, the motorsport journalist found herself on the sofa next to her boyfriend. As Marcus scrolled through questions on Instagram, the four joked around as the camera and microphones recorded their interactions; from the pouring of their wine, to the innapropriate jokes being made and it would be edited accordingly.

"Oh, I've got a good question." Marcus said, looking to the couple across from him. "You said before on the podcast, that you're scared of your girlfriend. In what way are you scared of her?" Marcus asks. "Is she into some-"

"I am going to stop you right there!" Clement interjected, making the room erupt into laughter. "I need more wine." Y/n joked, pouring more Pinot into her glass. "No!" Clem said, lunging forward to grab the bottle. "We talked about this." Y/n laughed. "You're making me sound like an alcoholic!" She managed to get out in between the laughs. "I have never felt like such a third wheel." Marcus said. "Is this how you felt when Lissie was on the podcast?" James nodded. "Now it's just me that has to sort out a girlfriend appearance." He joked. "But back to the question, why are you scared of Y/n?" Marcus asked. Clem sighed. "See, I'm not scared of her. I don't think she's capable of hurting me. I think I'm just scared of her determination." Y/n looked at him confused. "What?" She asked.

"I'll give you an example. For the 24 hours of Le Mans, she had to write up a report for the day it finished up. So she stayed up the whole 24 hours and wrote her report as it happened. And spent the few hours after that correcting bits and bobs. Then!" He paused. "Then she went to a bloody pirates class, like who does that?!" Marcus looked at her, jaw hanging in disbelief. "No way." Y/n nodded. "It's my job. I take it seriously. As Clem said, I'm determined in it and I am dedicated." She smiled. "Well I'm happy you took up journalism and not world domination." The four laughed again. "She could take the place over if she wanted, Jesus."

Marcus leaned in, grinning, "Now Clem, this isn't a fan question but more of a me question but what does Y/n mean to you? I know you've struggled eith women before." Y/n shook her head, laughing quietly. "That's so rude." Clem said to Y/n as she laughed to herself. "No, its- just answer the question!" Clem chuckled, glancing at Y/n with a twinkle in his eyes. "I don't usually get so romantic like this but I suppose she's my other half, as the poets say." Y/n placed her hand on her chest and looked over at him adoringly. "Does she feel the same? She seems very fond of that wine there, mate." Clem laughed and put the wine down. "I don't care if she doesn't feel the same. It's unconditional love, isn't it? You have to love them even if there comes a day they don't love you back." Y/n looked over. "There is no way you just quotes Taylor Swift." The room erupted in laughter, but Clem's gaze never wavered from Y/n. "No, seriously. Y/n completes me in ways I never thought anyone could ever. Like it's crazy how I managed to even wake up in the morning before I met her. Its maddening for me to think about."

Y/n blushed, playfully nudging Clem. "I didn't know he could get this sentimental, my goodness. This is the kind of stuff you'd see in movies." Marcus grinned. "That's true love, right there." Y/n nodded. "He got very sappy." James joked. "This man used to be so fun on nights out and now he's all responsible." Y/n covered her face, laughing whilst Clem tried to defend himself. It just all got too funny to be honest. The conversation flowed effortlessly, mixing personal anecdotes with motorsport banter. As jokes and laughter echoed through the podcast, Marcus and James couldn't help but notice the genuine connection between Clem and Y/n. They felt like they were third wheeling.

Towards the end, Marcus raised his eyebrows. "So, any plans for the future, you two?" Clem exchanged a knowing look with Y/n. "Well, maybe a pit stop at the wedding chapel?" James teased, "Will it be a fast wedding, or will you take it slow?" Clem shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet. I assume we'll be stopping off at that wedding chapel I Vegas." Y/n joked. "Oh, can we actually?" Clem asked. "No!" Marcus and James laughed as the concluded up the podcast. "Half your soul? You got awfully poetic, love." Y/n remarked. "He always talks about you like this. Don't mind him." James said, picking up the empty wine glasses. "Oh really?" She asked amusingly as Clem turned more and more red. "What? I love my girlfriend? Is that a crime?" Y/ threw her arms around him and placed a kiss onto his cheek. "You're the sweetest person I have ever met."

"Now look that you've done, guys." Clem said annoyed. "Oh shut up. Let me have a cute boyfriend." He chuckled and hugged her back, kissing her cheek too. "You can have a cute boyfriend

I'll help you look for him." Marcus said. "Oh fuck you, mate!" The three others sat laughing at the annoyed Clement whilst he held his girlfriend in his arms.

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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you sexy thing // clement novalak (kinktober day 4!)

summary: someone has been watching a little too much magic mike lately.

pairing: clement novalak x female! reader

prompt: striptease

warnings: listen guys it’s all in the summary. probably no full fledged smut here, otherwise it would be far too long for a kinktober blurb so instead it's just gonna be real spicy and giggly and basically like a magic mike movie.

"clement, what are you doing in there?"

"one minute, sweetheart! i'm almost ready!"

"ready for what?" she whined, falling back against the bed, hair fanning out behind her.

she was used to this: clement getting an idea in his head and often refusing to tell her about it until the last second.

clement novalak loved his little surprises, but sometimes, surprises were the last thing on y/n's mind.

"just be patient!" clement tsked from the ensuite. "i promise it's going to be worth it!"

“if you say so.” she laughed, picking up her phone and beginning to mindlessly scroll through her apps of choice, curled up by the headboard and waiting for her lover to return.

“okay, okay. you can look now.” clem giggled, moving to stand by the foot of the bed, resting a bluetooth speaker on their shared dresser.

she looked up from her phone, barely stifling a grin as she dropped her phone. her eyes roved clems body as she shifted positions on the bed, perching herself at the edge.

he was dressed in a white tank top and leather jacket, blue skinny jeans that hugged his thigh muscles and perfect ass, and a pair of aviator sunglasses covered the eyes that she adored so much.

“clement, what are you doing?”

“let me show you, sweet girl.”

he reached for his phone, tapping on a the screen a few times before a seventies rnb song began to play from the speaker.

“i believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing.”

clem dramatically cast off the sunglasses, one hand over his belt buckle as he began to sway his hips, poking his groin out sharply in her direction.

“oh. my. god.” she giggled. “someone’s been watching too much magic mike lately.”

he swayed his shoulders with the music, moving with the easy going beat as he rolled his hips, pulling the jacket off, but making a show out of it, letting the leather dangle off his elbows.

he slipped the rest of the jacket, whipping it towards the closet door before teasingly pulling up the hem of his tank top, exposing his delicious abs for nobody except his girlfriend to see.

“i feel like i should be tucking one pound notes into your boxer shorts.” she giggled, but it was clear she was starting to get flustered, nipples pressing against the padding of her bra.

“you can touch me, darling.” clem grinned, guiding her hand towards his abs. “this is all about you.”

she could hardly contain the giddy smile on her face as she ran her hand up clement's sculpted stomach, feeling every ridge of muscle under her palm, every undulation as he moved his body sinfully.

he truly was a god of a man.

clem stepped back just slightly, enough that she was no longer caressing him, pulling the tank top over his head and tossing it towards her. she caught it with a laugh, not oblivious to the way that his skin glimmered in the light, the easygoing soul song playing in the background as he crouched down, placing one hand on the floor behind him before bucking his hips up, the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans.

from the bed, y/n playfully wolf-whistled, wondering why she had ever preferred channing tatum's film when watching her boyfriend perform the real thing was far more attractive.

"where did you come form angel? how did you know i needed you?"

"oh, now you're just teasing." she giggled, watching clem slip his fingers into his belt loops, playfully shifting the way the waistband rested, providing the cheekiest of glimpses at his happy trail.

"that's the point, love." he laughed. clem stepped towards the bed, undone jeans hanging off his hips and exposing a sliver of the deep blue underwear he was wearing. "dance with me, pretty girl?"

she slipped her hands into his, rising from the bed and allowing clement's hands to guide her body: one leg tossed over his, one arm around his neck and the other on his bare chest.

she gasped as clement began to guide the dance, his member brushing against her damp panties. she bit her lip to stop a moan, using the hand that was on his chest to cop another feel, roving her hand up and down his chest before slipping it into his jeans and cupping his erection.

"i love you." she whispered huskily, chasing his lips for a kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth.

"i love you more, pretty girl."

she slipped her hand further into his jeans, stopping to widen her eyes when her hand found bare skin instead fo breathable fabric.

"clement novalak, please tell me you are not wearing a g-string."

"okay." clem grinned, trying not to laugh. "it's not a g-string, it's a thong."

"why the fuck would you do that?"

"to try and turn you on, of course." he laughed. "lie back on the bed pretty girl, and i will gladly take off my pants to show you. i've still got a couple dance moves left i haven't tried yet."

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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You, Me, and the Upside Down Tree- CN12

Clement Novalak x Fem!Reader

->You and Clem are decorating your new house for Christmas, but a faulty store bought tree turns into a memory you'll remember forever.

word count: 1341

warnings: not proof read

A/N: I'm obsessed with Clem, this one is for my Clem peeps<3

The snow was falling gently from the sky, coating the ground in a soft blanket of white. There was a crackling noise coming from the fireplace that could barely be heard over the movie ‘Elf’- AKA Clem’s favorite christmas movie- which had been playing on the TV just above the fireplace.

It was December 1st, which you and Clem had both agreed would be the perfect day to decorate. He had just gotten home the day prior from post-season testing and had no obligations for today, which you were thankful for.

Clem had been your boyfriend for nearly three years now, but the two of you had only lived in this house together for about five months now. Moving in together was pretty much a no-brainer. the two of you knew you’d spend the rest of your lives together, so it didn’t make sense to keep spending the night at each other's apartments. When Clem had brought the idea up, you thought he was intending on having you move into his apartment, however when move in day arrived, Clem drove you to this very house. You didn’t believe him at first, you still didn’t believe him as a matter of fact, even though you had spent the past five months here already.

The house was everything you had ever wanted- lots of land, a big kitchen, the coziest living room, and most importantly, a house you got to share with Clem.

You had been decorating the mantle for nearly a half hour, making sure everything was perfect, including the stockings that hung off of the mantle. Seeing your stocking right next to Clem’s was enough to make your heart melt. As you were adding some finishing touches to the mantle, you felt Clem’s hands on your waist, followed by a small kiss to your shoulder. “The mantle looks gorgeous, my love.”

You smiled and kissed Clem’s cheek gently. “Thank you, honey! Look at our stockings!!! Aren’t they so cute next to each other?”

Clem smiled at how excited you were over such a small thing like stockings. It was one of the things he loved about you. You found happiness in the simplest things. “I love it, baby. They look perfect. Now, the tree on the other hand…”

You frowned and turned around to look at Clem. “don’t say that! I’m sure the tree looks fine. I wanna see it!”

Clem laughed nervously, knowing all too well that the tree had some sort of defect and did not look like a tree at all. He stepped out of the way, allowing you to see the tree behind him.

You burst into laughter, seeing what appeared to be an upside down tree in front of you. “Honey, why is the top of the tree at the bottom and why is the bottom of the tree at the top?”

Clement handed you the instructions, pointing to the letters on the paper. “See how it says part A locks into the bottom? Well the top part of the tree was labeled as part A. So when I found what would normally be the bottom of the tree, it was labeled as part c. I tried to get it to lock into the base of the tree, but only part a would lock into the base. So we have an upside down tree.. But I can go to the store and buy a different one if you don’t want it…”

You shook your head and laughed, wrapping your arms around Clem’s neck. “It’s unique, and makes for one hell of a story we can tell our future children. Let’s keep it. I want to decorate it!”

Clem let out a sigh of release followed by a small laugh. “I was worried you were going to be upset or something!”

You laughed and shook your head as you sat down on the floor next to the tote of ornaments. “It’s our first Christmas living together, did we really expect the decorating process to go smoothly?”

“Fair point” Clem laughed as he sat down beside you.

You reached into the tote and grabbed a small little ballerina ornament out of the tote, smiling as you examined the ornament. “I can’t believe my mom actually gave me this one to put on our tree…”

“Why? What is it?” Clem asked, glancing over at the ornament in your hand.

“My grandma gave it to me the day before she passed. She used to call me her little ballerina. I never did dance or anything, but I used to dress myself in tutus and run around the house. My mom never even let me put this ornament on the tree, she always did it out of fear that I would break it. So i’m just a bit surprised she gave it to me”

Clem smiled and kissed the top of your head, rubbing your back a little. “Do you want it to be on the tree? Or would you rather we wrap it back up and leave it in this tote?”

You smiled a little and looked down at the ornament before hanging it up on the lowest branch of the tree. “I’ll hang it here, that way if it falls, it doesn’t have too far of a drop and shouldn’t break.”

Clem smiled and pulled an ornament out of his tote. It was a small go-kart that had the year 2010 written across it. “Ah, my go-kart engineer gave me this one. It’s cute isn't it? It’s like the world’s smallest go-kart!” Clem said with a smile as he held it up for you to see.

You laughed and kissed his cheek gently. “It’s super cute, honey. I’m sure that most of the ornaments in your tote are race cars of sorts”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Clem said with a small laugh.

The next half hour was spent hanging up the rest of the ornaments the two of you had, sharing small stories about each random ornament as you hung them. The tree didn’t look organized in any way- there were no designated colors, there was no theme, and well, the tree was upside down.

You took a few steps back to admire the tree you and Clem had worked on. “It’s so cute! It's very chaotic but it's very cute!” you said with a laugh as you wrapped your arms around Clem.

Clem kissed the top of your head and hugged you tightly. “So my question is, where do we put the star?”

You laughed a little and shrugged. “Beats me. Can we even put a star on an upside down tree?”

“I mean I guess so, it would just be an upside down star I think?”You laughed and grabbed the star before climbing under the tree and placing it on the tree. “There!”

Clem laughed and helped you get out from underneath the tree, making sure you wouldn’t break anything in the process.

“Perfect!!” you said with a big smile as you wrapped your arms around Clem again. “It’s absolutely perfect, honey. I love it, thank you so much for doing this.”

“It’s Christmas, my love. Did you really think I wasn’t going to decorate with you? You don’t need to thank me for doing such a simple thing…”

You shrugged, looking down at your feet. “It’s just.. You’re a busy man, you have obligations and I didn’t think you’d have time for it. Christmas decorating is an all day occasion and it’s rare for you to not have to do anything for a whole day.”

Clem tilted your chin up with his pointer finger and kissed you gently, allowing his hands to rest on your cheek. “For the next month it’s just you, me, and the upside down tree, ok? I’m all yours, I have no obligations. Whatever you want to do, let me know and we will do it, ok?”

You nodded gently, a small smile appearing on your lips. “A whole month?”

Clem smiled and kissed your forehead. “A whole month, my love.”

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moneygramhaas · 8 months

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TEA TIME AT TWELVE , clement novalak ┆彡༉‧₊

social media & real life au , clement novalak x fem!oc.

in which, a mutual friend sets up a blind date between clement and freyja, in a (succesful) attempt to play cupid.

“clem, mate you cannot be serious.” marcus’ voice rang through the uncleaned room. “just because it’s the off-season doesn’t mean you can lay around and do nothing all day!” clement novalak had been laying in his room for a week now, the only people he had spoken to for months, even before the formula two season ended, were marcus and james. he had hit an all-time low. but, being the (self-proclaimed) most helpful person on planet earth, marcus was determined to help his friend out of his mental slump.

“you know what? get up and get dressed. you are going on a date clem.” marcus firmly stated in the direction of the formula two driver laying upside-down in front of him. “it’s non-negotiable. she’s expecting a presentable, stable man. not whatever’s going on with you right now.”

before even giving clem a moment to completely understand what was happening, marcus left the room and looked around fir his phone. there was no girl waiting for clem, he made up the date on the spot. but a certain red-headed friend of his owed him a favor. and if he was being honest, he was helping her too.

freyja was tired. she had been going on dates with tasteless, and boring men for months now. marcus knew this, he was her best friend. and he just so happened to know a man leaking with personality, just right for freyja.

freyja was painting in her sunroom when she got the phone call from marcus. her phone buzzed from the table beside her, interrupting her concentration. she sighed and put down her paintbrush, wiping her hands on a cloth as she picked up the phone after seeing marcus’ name on the screen.

“yeah marcus? im a busy woman and you’re interrupting the little time i have for myself.” she said slightly laughing at her sarcasm.

“you know how i’ve always been there for you, right?” marcus replied with a mischievous tone in his voice. “i’ve got a small little favor to ask of you.”

freyja rolled her eyes playfully, “yeah, yeah, i owe you a couple favors. what is it this time?”’

freyja’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “wait, what? you told him i’m expecting a date? marcus, what are you on?”

“just hear me out,” marcus continued, his tone earnest. “i know you’ve been stuck in your own problem with those boring dates, and i thought maybe you could help each other out. clem’s a great guy, just going through a tough time, and i think you two could hit it off.”

freyja let out a sigh, her skepticism giving way to a hint of intrigue. “okay, marcus, i’ll play along. but you owe me big time for this.”

marcus chuckled. “you’re the best, freyja. i’ll send you his phone number.”

freyja shook her head, a small smile peering through her lips as she hung up the phone.

clement and freyja continued their conversation through imessage for the rest of their lunch. it looked quite awkward to anyone passing by. their heads were bent over their phones, fingers tapping away as they exchanged thoughts, jokes, and emojis. the cafe was completely silent around them, clinking cutlery from the little staff working there.

eventually, the pair paid their bill and left the cafe, deciding to get ice cream after then call it a day. the sun had perfectly set that afternoon, creating the perfect golden hour. and what kind of people would clement and freyja have been if they didn’t stop to take photos?

after taking their photos they went on, walking along the streets and doing the most unimaginable things for people who had just met. they parted ways once they reached freyja's apartment, talking about the great time they had and how they should do it once more.

VIENNA SPEAKS so uh idk its very very veeeeery short but idk i haven't posted in a while and @lomlando wanted me to post so here it is ig..?

anyways i still hate cl*m and the french so no more french people fics from me for a million trillion gazillion years

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jackpiastri · 10 months

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accidentally drunk – cn21

your first time drinking ends up going a little different from how clement had planned.

genre: fluff

pairing: female reader x boyfriend!clement novalak

warnings: mentions of alcohol, one tiny semi-sexual joke at the end

requested?: no

author's note: hello hello, jack (@httpiastri) here again! it's been over a week and i still haven't gotten an answer from tumblr support... anyways, i'm not the biggest fan of the first part of this one but i think it gets better towards the like middle. anyways #2, it's race week and i've been missing oscar so i can't wait for this weekend 😚

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clement is sitting at the table in marcus's kitchen, deep into a discussion about one of his last races with felipe, when there’s a tap on his arm. "hey, clem?"

the frenchman turns his head, blinking at james standing behind him.

"i think you should go check up on your girl, mate."

clement cocks an eyebrow at his friend, who just points back out to the living room. putting down his drink on the table, he excuses himself before making his way out of the kitchen.

you and clement are different in a lot of ways. he is a professional racing driver, you don't even have your drivers license yet. he is a big chatterbox and makes friends anywhere and everywhere he goes, while you are a bit on the quieter side. he loves to go out drinking with friends, while you have never even had alcohol before – something clement found completely crazy for someone above the age of 20 in europe.

you work well as a couple despite these differences, of course. when he's traveling the world for racing, he always makes sure to spend a lot of time with you when he is back at home. when he sees you dropping out of a conversation with his friends, he tries to include you, yet makes sure not to pressure you. and when he gets completely shitfaced on a night out, you are the sober one, the one who makes sure he gets home safely, the one to force him to drink his water before bed.

it's not like you see yourself as someone who will never ever drink; you just haven't really seen the meaning or felt the need to try it. that was, until today.

after having a quite silly chat about it last week when you went out with clement and his friends, where james had dropped a drunken comment about you being too much of a "prude", you decided that maybe it was time. why not just give it a little taste today at the party in marcus's apartment?

and your whole experience has gone better than expected, clement thought. until this moment, at least.

he figured he wouldn't be the best of boyfriends if the first thing he let you drink was just straight up tequila. so instead, he started you off with a sweet homemade drink with a very low amount of alcohol, just to ease you into it and take the edge off it. you'd eventually warmed up to both the sensation and the taste, meaning you were agreeing to taste some of the stronger drinks his friends were offering you. half a shot turned into a full one, and you grew cuddly in clement's hold as you sat together on the couch.

he wasn't scared that you'd get too drunk or feel too bad – he was supposed to be by your side all night to make sure everything went smoothly. but a few hours in, your sweet little mouth had asked him to leave you and alice alone on the couch, saying the two of you needed some time alone for "girl talk". and how could he say no to you when you begged him with those gorgeous eyes of yours?

that's how he found himself in the kitchen, chatting to some friends, before he was interrupted and reminded of your presence. obviously, james telling him to go find you made him a little nervous. this was your first time, after all; how could he be sure nothing would go wrong when he wasn't by your side?

so when he sees you sitting up in the couch, seemingly alive and well, he relaxes a little.

he can hear your laughter all the way to the doorway, though, and you look like you're having difficulties with your balance even as you're just sitting. so, maybe everything isn't all well.

clement makes his way through the crowded room and when he comes closer, he can tell how forced alice's smile looks as she's nodding along to whatever you're babbling about. when she sees him, her smile turns into a relieved one instead. "oh!" she interrupts you and points up at him, making him raise his eyebrows. "look who it is, your boyfriend!"

you blink at her for a few seconds. "my boyfriend?..." you ask, before slowly turning your head to your side. it takes a while for you to realize who the person standing there is, but once you do, your entire face lights up. "my boyfriend!"

"here, have my seat," alice tells clement, standing up instantly. then she pats him on his back, wishing him luck before hurrying away in another direction.

he hesitantly sits down right next to you, a confused look spreading across his face. the confusion grows when you throw yourself over him, engulfing him in a big hug. "oh, hey there," he laughs, holding you tight. "how's it going?"

"so good. literally." one of his arms stays around your waist once you pull away from the hug. "i'm having the best time."

"oh, yeah?" you nod, reaching for a glass standing on the table and taking a big sip. "what are you drinking?"

you shrug, sipping on it some more. clement's nose scrunches up at the smell of the liquor from just sitting next to you.

when his fingers reach for the cup, you hold it away from him, showing off a big pout on your lips. he lets out another laugh. "i don't want to steal it from you. i just want to taste it," he lies, tilting his head and putting on his best puppy eyes. anything to get you away from that cup, he thinks. "just one tiny sip?"

you eventually oblige, and when he gets some of the drink in his mouth, he almost spits it out instantly. the liquid stings in his throat as he swallows, and he feels like just one gulp could be enough to make anyone completely wasted.

"what is this? where did you get this?" he asks, staring intently into the cup as if he would be able to guess it's content.

you look away, thinking long and hard. "i think..." you scratch the side of your head, trying to remember. "i thought this was my glass of water – i swear, it was standing right there – but someone must've taken the wrong one, so i took this one accidentally and i thought it tasted really good so i just kept on drinking. it's great, isn't it?"

clement looks at you, amazed both at your rambling and at the way your taste buds must've gone home for the day. "love," he puts the drink onto the table before letting his fingers brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen into your face. "that is actually the worst concoction i've ever tasted. how could you ever think that was good?"

you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. "that's mean."

clement's eyes soften. "i'm sorry, baby." his hand moves to cup your cheek and you instantly, as if out of instinct, lean into his touch. "i think i want to go home. would that be okay with you?"

"i want to stay."

your boyfriend lets out a sigh but he can't help but smile. "always when you want to leave a party, i leave with you, right? do you remember that?" you nod, but you still don't look quite pleased. clement would feel bad if he wasn't doing this for your own best. "i think you should come with me. we can snuggle up in my bed, maybe kiss a little? or do anything else you'd like?"

"mkay."

you look too cute like this, and clement feels this new type of feeling for you. some kind of... almost protective concern; he wants to take care of you. clement can't help but to lean forward to press his lips on yours, and you are finally smiling again once he pulls away. it's like your earlier emotions have disappeared in a snap, and you point to your lips to ask for another kiss. he kisses you again, and again, leaving several quick pecks to your lips before moving along your cheek, the tingling sensation leaving you giggling.

"let's go, then," he says, standing up and holding out his hand towards you. you take it in yours and let him drag you off the couch, but you instantly lose your balance. clement's hand finds your hip in the last second, holding you close to him as he tries to navigate through the crowd to the front door. "sweets, do you remember where you put your jacket?"

your confused eyes scan the piles of discarded outerwear, but to no luck.

"or even what jacket you brought?"

he isn't proud to say he can't remember it himself, but he too isn't perfectly sober. you can't remember what your jacket looks like either, to no surprise, so clement settles on just finding his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

"leaving so soon?" marcus pops into the hallway, a snicker leaving his mouth at the sight of you practically clinging onto clement.

"so late, i would say," your boyfriend answers. he's just about to lean down to ask you something when-

your eyes move up, gaze locking in on the kiwi man in front of you. "marcus!" you take a couple of quick steps forward, hugging him tightly. "thank you for this party, i had the best time! i mean, i don't really want to go home, but clem says that-"

marcus and clement make eye contact over your head, both struggling to keep themselves from exploding in laughter. "i'm glad you enjoyed it," marcus says, patting your shoulder as he pulls away from the hug.

you stumble over to your boyfriend who catches you in his arms as if you're a toddler about to trip and knock something over.

"do you have everything?" he asks, his hands reaching for your purse to make sure all of your necessities were still there. phone, wallet, keys, check check check. he looks up at marcus. "we'll probably be coming back tomorrow to pick up a jacket. maybe some other stuff, too. if she even wakes up by tomorrow."

marcus chuckles. "go for it. and good luck."

clement manages to get you down the building’s stairwell without any falling, and while you wait for the uber outside, he chuckles at the way your eyes close, a bright smile on your lips. "it's cold, but i'm not cold. like, the air is cold, but i'm not cold. how does that make sense?"

clement takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. "that's probably because you're wearing a jacket, sweetheart."

your eyes open to scan the material hanging from your shoulders. you frown. "what? but this isn't my jacket?"

"it's mine," he says, shaking his head at you. his free hand comes up to hold your cheek as you look up at him.

"wow! you gave me your jacket? clement novalak, you are the best man in the world. have i ever told you that before?"

"only in bed."

you don't seem to get the reference, because your blabbering continues. "well, i should tell it to you more often. every day. every hour? i should say it on an instagram story right now. that would be good, don't you think?"

clement is sure that you are going to regret this tomorrow. if you even remember any of it, that is.

#clement novalak #f1 #f2 #f3 #fluff #imagine #story #fanfic #fic #blurb #drabble #x reader #x oc #x you #x y/n #x yn #x your name #screaming meals #x female reader #boyfriend

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hi i saw your request are open and i wanted to know if you could write where clement novalak (f2 driver) gives his partner a necklace?

★ . . . 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐍𝟐𝟏

pairing: clement novalak x reader (no pronouns used)

in which he gifts you a dainty silver necklace with his initials when he comes over to your place

the early hour of the evening settled upon you as the wind outside grew colder and the sun didn't show an arm anymore, leaving the sky darker and dull behind your closed curtains of your small living room.

On your lap rested a bowl of a day old rice mixed with tofu and some vegetables you had found in your freezer, that you decided to spice up with a splash of a sauce you've got in the pantry — it was a quick meal, everything thrown in the pan and boom, your food was ready to eat after only a five minute expenditure. It also hit the spot, and the half-full box of cookies your french boyfriend sent to your house yesterday after you had ranted on the phone how the day in the office had been utter shit and you really craved something sweet, paired rather well with the tea as a desert on this boring night.

some friends of yours went out in a club but that wasn't for you, when you knew, you had to show up the next day at work — you didn't want to wake up with a massive headache, too, if you were being honest, so a chill night at home it was.

sitting on the sofa between lots of pillows and a plush blanket thrown over your lap, you pushed the ceramic bowl back on the table and grabbed the remote to change the series; you decided, you weren't in the mood for the british bake off and searched for the percy jackson series to rewatch.

watching annabeth, percy and grover ensembling the given task by the oracle, you re-visited the time where you still were the same age, dreaming of fighting the furies and other strange greek myths monsters alongside the trio, falling in love with the handsome apollo kid luke and forming a friendship with clarisse, a child of the god of war. now you were years older than them, sitting in your shoe box sized apartment, mentally drained because of work and half asleep as you took a bit of the slightly stale cookie.

the door rang, breaking your tales of being a halfgod up. a sign escaped your throat as your eyes flitted to the clock on your wall; it was nine pm and you wondered who wanted to grace his or her presence at your door at that time of the day. you weren't in the mood for a visitor and prayed for a lost delivery man.

feet tapped against the wooden floor, reaching the door. you pulled the doorknob open, eyes roaming the body of the man who kneeled down and fumbled with his bag.

"can i help you?", you grumbled, irritation laced your voice.

the man's head turned upwards, a grin widely presented on his lips as his dreamy brown eyes looked into yours; you mirrored his smile, happy to see clem.

"hey treasure, rough day, eh?", he asked, standing up to pull you in a much needed hug. clem's body radiated warmth and his woody vanilla scent brought you immense comfort. he felt you nod on his shoulder, face mushed in the crook between his left shoulder and strong neck.

the french didn't let you go as you went back inside, foot pushing the door close behind you and you went deeper in your apartment till he turned you both around and he fell backwards first on the sofa. "Want to talk about it?"

"no", you mumbled, a purr rumbling in your throat while clem's fingers messaged your scalp. "'m happy you're here, clemy."

you laid there, relaxing against him, only hearing the soft noises of the tv diddling in the background as your boyfriends hand cradled your head, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. soft butterfly kisses followed, none filled with nothing but romance and peace; your right hand found its place at the nape of his neck, tugging his hair to hear a sweet moan of his, one you loved to hear whenever you slowly made out — the pair of you knew that tonight's kissing and touching wouldn't result in sex but nonetheless you enjoyed to dance to the edge.

abruptly, clement stopped the kiss, caressing your warm cheek with his thumb. then he dipped his finger between your lips, feeling the wetness of your mouth and a groan left his throat. his eyes were hyperfocused on your tongue, which glided along his thick thumb, sucking and nibbling playfully on it.

with his free hand, he pulled something out a pocket of his trousers, fiddling with it as his brown doe eyes watched yours; a blush coated his cheeks at the lustfilled gaze of yours and he felt his trousers tightened.

gently, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "i love you."

you hummed, repeating his words, basking in the moment of being loved and in love. then, you felt coldness running around your throat and clem's palm laying on top of it — it was dainty, another necklace he got you.

"open your eyes, treasure," the french man whispered, resulting you to do so.

fiddling with the dainty silver band of the necklace, your fingertips stop at the pendant, two small curved letters 'cn' as well as the number 21, clems racing number. it was beautiful and unpretentious, going along prettily with the rest of your jewellery, mostly your boyfriend brought for you.

"Oh clemy, i love it", you mumbled, kissing the cold pendant before looking up at your bearded boyfriend, giving him a big smooch. "merci beaucoup."

"Tout pour toi. Si je te donnais les étoiles, tu les aurais entre tes mains, treasure."

= everything for you. if I could give you the stars, you'd have them in your hands.

CLEMY IS THE LOML GUYS !!!

#clement novalak #clement novalak x reader #clement novalak imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f2 x reader #f2 imagine

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bad268 · 8 months

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Writing Inktober 2023

300 word minimum and no repeats are the challenges this year. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably. (haha yes)

BTW the medal emojis are the winners from the polls :)

01/10 Dream

Sebastian Montoya X Reader (W.C. 386)

02/10 Spiders

Seth Borden X Reader (W.C. 338)

03/10 Path

Max Verstappen X Reader (W.C. 367)

04/10 Dodge

Benny Rodriguez X Reader (W.C. 348)

05/10 Map

Sebastian Vettel X Reader (W.C. 338)

06/10 Golden

Justin Herbert X Reader (W.C. 342)

07/10 Drip

TMR Newt X Reader (W.C. 342) 🥈

08/10 Toad Sacrifice

Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader (W.C. 338)

09/10 Bounce

Marcus Armstrong X Reader (W.C. 384)

10/10 Fortune

Johnny Cade X Reader (W.C. 485) 🥉

11/10 Wander

Peter Parker X Reader (W.C. 402) 🥇

12/10 Spicey Scandal

Pierre Gasly X Reader (W.C. 391)

13/10 Rise Tonight

Colby Brock X Reader (W.C. 370)

14/10 Castle

Oscar Piastri X Reader (W.C. 370)

15/10 Dagger Nightmare

Lando Norris X Reader (W.C. 419)

16/10 Angel

Mick Schumacher X Reader (W.C. 395)

17/10 Demon

Kimi Raikkonen X Reader (W.C. 327)

18/10 Saddle

Daniel Ricciardo X Reader (W.C. 318)

19/10 Plump Wet

Ollie Bearman X Reader (W.C. 365)

20/10 Frost

Paul Aron X Reader (W.C. 389)

21/10 Chains Bouquet

Charles Leclerc X Reader (W.C. 369)

22/10 Scratchy Flight

Joe Burrow X Reader (W.C. 390)

23/10 Celestial Redeemer

Corpse Husband X Reader (W.C. 400)

24/10 Shallow Chosen

P! SBI X Reader (W.C. 358)

25/10 Dangerous

Callum Ilott X Reader (W.C. 310)

26/10 Remove Shots

Dennis Hauger X Reader (W.C. 348)

27/10 Beast

Christian Lundgaard X Reader (W.C. 339)

28/10 Sparkle

Dino Beganovic X Reader (W.C. 406)

29/10 Massive Approval

Felipe Drugovich X Reader (W.C. 358)

30/10 Rush

Clement Novalak X Reader (W.C. 386)

31/10 Fire

Pato O’Ward X Reader (W.C. 343)

Bonus: Break

Tadashi Hamada X Reader (W.C. 363)

Average W.C. 369

Want to read other years’ Inktober stories, check these out:

2021 // 2022 // 2024 (Coming Soon)

On a side note, I looked back at last year’s entries, and I definitely thought Bouquet was Banquet, so instead of admitting I was wrong, I did it as a sub this year. If you noticed, no you didn’t :)

Also funny story about Shallow, I kept reading it as Swallow, so I couldn't do it

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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cartierre · 1 year

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ALL MY NIGHT | cn

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU clément novalak x fem!reader

side note: i'm not too familiar with clement and marcus but i am trying my best to portray them as accurately as possible. don't come for me if their characters aren't what you might've expected, i'm still new to f2 (or in marcus' case indycar) so bare with me.

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yourusername i don't trust my decisions i make after midnight

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user1 girl same. no one should be held accountable for what they do past midnight on a night out

marcusarmstrong so you're hanging out with my friends without me ⤷ yourusername sucks to be you

user2 i love how y/n just wormed herself into marcus' friend group ⤷ user3 yeah but them hanging out together without him? kind of weird... ⤷ user4 girl maybe he just wasn't available that night? start using that brain of yours

clementnovalak should i also not trust your decisions after midnight? ⤷ yourusername depends what exact decision you mean ⤷ clementnovalak i think you know what i mean...

user5 the sexual tension between y/n and clem just keeps growing ⤷ user6 they're so bad at hiding. watch one screaming meals episode with y/n and even the blind can see the longing stares they exchange

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yourusername yk what us three together means? new episode screaming meals with special guest moi out now!

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user7 i love it when y/n joins the podcast. she's such a fresh breath of air ⤷ user8 i don't understand why she's on there tho. just because she's friends with marcus? she literally has nothing to do with the motosport world except being friends with some drivers ⤷ user9 go cry me a river

clementnovalak the most special guest ⤷ yourusername obviously. i'm funny, i'm smart, i'm sexy. call me an allrounder.

user10 y/n being back on the podcast means new material on how her and clem are either dating or just painfully in love with each other (or both, probably both)

user11 james not being included in the pictures :/ ⤷ yourusername he was so kind to take the pictures :) ⤷ jamesharveyblair where are my credits?

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yourusername soft launch because you're apparently all detectives

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user12 why are you still hiding him as if we wouldn't know it's clem ⤷ user13 she's a little overdramatic i guess

marcusarmstrong come on you two didn't even try hiding before what's up with that now ⤷ yourusername marcus, i was a theatre kid. i speak drama fluently. you should know that by now ⤷ clementnovalak even i know that by now ⤷ marcusarmstrong look at you two ganging up on me

user14 "how obvious do you want to be?" clem and y/n: "yes"

user15 am i supposed to be surprised now?

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yourusername you ruined the fun, but here are the pictures anway

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user16 y/n being salty because her soft launch was a fail is hilarious ⤷ user17 it's kind of childish ⤷ user18 dude, i don't think she's taking it as serious as she makes it look like. that's her humour

marcusarmstrong took you long enough ;) also excuse me but the last picture? i don't want to see a whole porn with my two best friends ⤷ yourusername i had a whole soft launch plan planned out with posts ⤷ marcusarmstrong it is what it is, i guess

clementnovalak ❤️️❤️️ ⤷ yourusername don't heart me, you laughed at me when i was crying over my fail

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screamingmeals Welcome to the renewed Clement Novalak's and Y/n Y/L/N's Wine Corner.

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yourusername i feel honoured to be officially a part of the screaming meals squad ⤷ marcusarmstrong you've kinda always been there anyway ⤷ yourusername but now i have my own section! ⤷ clementnovalak shared section* ⤷ yourusername not for long

user19 they finally realised y/n's to funny to not fully include her in the podcast

user20 quadrant is getting some serious competition now that y/n has joined the screaming meals squad for real! ⤷ user21 okay but now i need a collab between the eight of them

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httpiastri · 4 months

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Jackieeee my most favourite-est person ever <33333

i was having a look-see through your prompts for your 1.5k celly (ive forgotten if i’ve said congrats already but if i haven’t, CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE YOU DESERVE IT SO SO MUCH) and i was wondering if you’d do a Santa Tell Me with Clement and a combination of “you don’t have to be so gentle. i won’t break, you know” and - moving hair away from their face.

i think it’d be really cute idk 🥰

MUAH<3

- shy little embrose from the discord lmao

embrose! my darling!! 🥺💘 thank you so much for your kind words, you're so sweet omg :(( and thank you for requesting! i altered the prompt a little, hope that's okay <3 have a good day sweetheart! and happy new year!!!

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"i have never seen a worse dancer than marcus," lissie says from next to you, nodding off towards the dance floor. when your eyes follow hers, you can barely hold back the laughter that wants to slip past your lips. it's quite clear that marcus and clement are racing drivers, and james is an insurance broker, not professional dancers.

it's easy to tell that none of them are exactly sober, though you're not sure if their moves would've been that much better if they hadn't been as intoxicated. at least they're enjoying themselves, you think to yourself, taking a small sip out of the glass in your hand.

"i wouldn't say either one of them is better than the other," alice pipes up, nudging lissie's shoulder with her own. "doesn't marcus want to join dancing with the stars, though?"

"yeah, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't get voted off instantly."

as if they heard about your discussions, the boys soon stumble back to your table. they're all cackling about something james just said, and clement has a big grin plastered on his face when he flops down in the seat next to you. you cock a questioning eyebrow to him, but he merely shakes his head, one of his hands reaching down to take one of yours. he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting back to james who's suddenly in the middle of telling some kind of story about a guy on the dance floor.

clement's touch is innocent, and he means no harm. as always, he has good intentions; he wants you to feel comfortable at all times. the thing is, you do feel comfortable – but his soft touches and gentle caresses are not enough.

it's especially easy to feel jealous when his friends and their girlfriends are around, showing off how comfortable they are in public. james and alice have been going out for ages, so pda is never a big deal for them. even marcus and lissie will disappear into a dark corner of a club every once in a while, only to reappear with swollen lips and occasionally a few poorly covered lovebites on their skin.

but clement? always so soft, always so delicate. too soft, too delicate.

behind closed doors, it's a different story. when it's just him and you, he's got no problems being rougher and showing you just how much he wants you. but when you're out in public, even a tiny kiss on your lips is highly uncommon. it all originates in his need to take care of you, to make sure he never does anything wrong – he would hate himself if he ever did something you disapproved of in public. so instead, he always holds back, even though he sometimes wishes he didn't.

the thought is sweet, and you're so grateful to be dating a man who cares so much about your feelings. but you do wish he would... do more.

you aren't sure how to tell him about this, though. it's something you've thought about a lot, but a good time for the conversation just never seems to appear.

when clement looks over at you from james, he notices how your expression has changed. from the bubbly exterior you usually show off to a slightly more gloomy look, and he frowns. he leans down towards you, his mouth brushing your ear as he whispers. "everything okay?"

when he leans back and sees you nodding, a soft smile spreads over his lips. his hand reaches for your face, taking it in his palm and letting his thumb run over the skin of your cheek. his other hand brushes away a few stray hairs that have fallen into your face, and...

there it is again. that light touch, the gentleness.

now or never, you think to yourself.

"hey," you say, catching him off guard. he raises his eyebrows. "you don't have to be so gentle just because we're with friends, you know."

clement's mouth drops open, and then he closes it again. and then opens and drops again. his eyebrows furrow and he looks deep in thought, blinking a few times before finally speaking. "what?"

you let out a groan. "just kiss me properly, you muppet."

he doesn't need to hear anything else. he captures your lips instantly, kissing you like his life depends on it. the hand that was on your cheek just seconds ago has reached down to the back of your neck, pushing you further into him as his thumb runs along the front of your throat. a sound escapes from your mouth and he feels the vibrations as he swallows it, hearing it loud and clear in his head despite the loud music. it's like you're in your own bubble now, completely unknowing of the dancing and music around you, and of how your friends have all stopped to watch you with raised eyebrows.

it's nothing unique per se – you've gone much further than this before – but in this context, it's new. out in the wild, in front of strangers, right before your friends. it's strange, but exciting.

when you eventually pull away, your arms have draped over his shoulders and you've moved so close that your legs are practically on top of his. your eyes flutter closed again when clement's hot breath fans over your face, both of you trying to catch your breaths.

suddenly, a loud cheer erupts from your side as james starts hollering and clapping his hands. marcus soon joins in, his wolf-whistles loud enough to probably be heard all the way across the club, and you lean forward to hide your reddening face in clement's shoulder. you forgot that this would be the consequence of your actions...

but then again, it was worth it. definitely.

clement wraps his arms around your waist, chest bouncing with laughter. "good on you, mate," james yells, and you can practically hear the smirk on his lips. "is this the first time you guys have kissed, or-"

"shut up."

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Clement Novalak (Trident) - Goodnight Darling

Requested: by my bestieeee

Prompt: angsty confrontation cause he parties too much and neglects his girly who's studying at Uni so she wants to talk about it but he makes it a fight so she leaves for the weekend or smthng and then like someone talks sense into him and he comes back and apologizes and loads of fluff, she's not really into partying but Clem loves her for that or smthng

Warnings: angst

Another night, another call from one of Clement's friends. That's how her night's were taken up over the past few months. Y/n would be studying and not even 30 minutes into it, she would have to pick her boyfriend up because he drank too much. Well, she had a plan to stop it, once and for all...or at least limit it. On this particular night, Y/n pushed open the door to her boyfriends apartment and let him in, ushering him towards the living room. "Yeah, be careful of the-" clash. "Coffee table." Y/n sighed as the magazines and coasters cascaded to the floor. "Babe?" Y/n said, as Clem plopped onto the couch and lazily kicked off his shoes. "Clem, cam we talk?" She asked. "We are talking, darling. Don't be stupid." He laughed. Y/n gave a lighthearted laugh in return, not entirely enjoying how he was talking to her. "Clem, we need to talk about something." He looked up at her, his eyes barely even open. "You look serious." He joked yet again. "Clement, it's about going out." She said, folding her arms. "It's great, isn't it?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Actually, not really." She mumbled back. "Well not when you don't go out. You need to go out to enjoy it." He lay back in the couch and looked as though he was ready to sleep. "Clem, please don't go out as often. I can't take care of you and study for my exams." She said. "Oh so you're saying I need to be babysat?" His eyes were open, he was serious now. "No, Clem, you just need to not go out as often. That's all. I can't come to pick you up when I have both work and college to keep up with."

"Oh sorry for being the bane of your existence. A burden even." He replied in a snarky tone. "Excuse me?" Her eyebrows furrowed as a sense of fury washed over her. "You heard. I'm not a parrot, I won't repeat it." He said, grabbing his phone and beginning to type away on it. "Clem, are you not listening to me?" He shook his head. "Why are you making it so difficult to talk to you? I just asked if you could not go out so often."

"Why are you being difficult? I am young, Im not tied down by college stuff so I'm indulging. You should try it. Maybe then you wouldn't be such a crazy, self obsessed cow." Y/n's jaw dropped. "Oh, I'm self obsessed? How about you? A podcast, where you are the most interesting person after the microphone and where your two friends could do it better without you there? Or maybe just this whole conversation. 'I want to go out' and 'I don't care'. Have you even thought about what I want, Clem? Even once the past month even?" He stood up and walked to her, standing looking down ever so slightly. "What I do with my life and what you do with yours, do not coincide. We leave it." He said. "But we're together. We're meant to have our lives coincide." She whispered. "I'm going to bed." Y/n let out a shakey breath and wiped her eyes. "Fine. Just fuck off to bed then."

"If I walk out this door, I'm gone for good." Y/n stood at the door and listened, begging for a sound that even sounded like 'stay', yet nothing. "Fine!" She shouted and slammed the door, leaving his apartment and walking back to her car. Fuck...him.

A week later, nothing had changed. Clem went to the bar as usual and Yn stayed at her apartment studying. Clem sat at the bar doing shots with Marcus by his side, impressed but also concerned at the amount of alcohol his friend was consuming. "Mate, slow down. I'm not calling Y/n in an hour to explain why she needs to pick you up." Marcus chuckled as Clem sat downing his drinks one after the other. "You won't have to. I'm a single man now." He grinned and drank another drink quickly. "You what?" Marcus was in disbelief. "Yeah. She left me and I didn't stop her. It's her life, you know?" Marcus shook his head. "Clem, do you realize how stupid you are?" Clem looked to his friend confused. "She was there when you had nothing and now you just let her go?" Clem leaned on the bar and turned to Marcus. "She wanted to leave, so I let her leave. If I didn't, I'd look bad."

"Did you at least fight for her?" He asked. "She said to say something or she'd leave so I went to bed." Marcus slapped the back of his head. "What was that for?!"

"Get a taxi and go apologise! Jesus. The only nice girl you ever had and you treat her like that." Marcus drank his own drink and left his side. Clem sighed and looked at the bar with a sense of emptiness inside him. He wiped his mouth and walked out to the street to hail a cab. The ride to her apartment was a blur, eith slurred conversation with the taxi driver. He didn't didn't know what he was going to say, only that he was going to say sorry.

"What are you doing here?" Y/n asked as she opened the door. Clem snapped back to reality and there he stood just staring at her through the doorway. "It's nearly two o clock in the morning, say something." Clem leaned against the door frame and took in her features that he hadn't seen in what felt like years. "I just needed to see you." He replied. "Well you've seen me. Go away now." Y/n said shutting the door, only for him to stop it with his foot. "I want to apologise." He said quietly. "So?" She said. "So I very sorry. This won't happen again. Me coming home drunk and you having to pick me up won't happen again. I promise." He said, liquor and whiskey trailing off his words. She rolled her eyes, but appreciated his attempt at an apology at least. "I need you. You don't like going out and I need that. I like that you don't like to go out. It means I always have a safe place to go to."

"Look, if you come back tomorrow morning we can go get breakfast and you can't continue your apology then." She smiled. "When you've sobered up." Clem nodded and swallowed the lump in his throat. "Definitely. I'll come by tomorrow and pick you up." He said joyfully. "Clem, you're going to wake my neighbours. You need to be a bit quieter." She whispered. "I- okay. I'll go get a good night sleep, I'll have a shower, I'll even shave-"

"No, I like the beard." She chuckled. "I'll keep the beard then, darling." He said. "I love you." He whispered. Y/n took a breath in and smiled softly. "I love you too." She replied. He hesitantly reached for the side of her cheek and pulled her in. "I- should we- its up to you." He stuttered. Y/n closed the gap between them, their tongues mixing alcohol and caffeine. They broke their kiss, their foreheads leaning against one another and staring into eachothers eyes. "Tomorrow. 10 am." She said. "I'll be outside waiting for you." Neither of them wanted him to leave. She wanted him to come inside with her and sleep in eachothers arms, but that couldn't happen, just like how it couldn't happen when they first met. "Goodnight, Clem." She said, embracing him tightly.

"Goodnight, darling."

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lovelytsunoda · 7 months

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couples costume // clement novalak

summary: halloween has always been his girlfriends favourite holiday. clem would do anything to keep her happy. anything, that is, except the couples costumes.

pairing: clement novalak x microinfluncer reader!

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clementnovalak you are so stunning

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-> user lissie really said fuck the soft launch, my halloween pics are more important

-> user bestie we’ve all known! it’s an open secret, and I’m almost certain they just posted the hard launch?

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clementnovalak save a horse ride a cowboy (or strip for your cowgirl) 🤠

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-> jamesharveyblair CLEMENT NOVALAK THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP

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-> marcusarmstrong they did. we saw it when they were making out with each other and he picked her up to go out to the balcony

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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Felipe Drugovich - Is There Somewhere

Pairing: Felipe Drugovich x female!reader (+ Clément Novalak x bff!reader)

Warnings: none really, fluff, swearing

Words: 3.6k

Song rec: loosely based on Is there somewhere by Halsey

Author’s note: this took me so long bc I decided to play around with a different pov only to come to the conclusion that I hate it but at that point I’d already written most of it so decided to post it anyway 🤠 Gonna be writing more for Felipe so any other ideas are welcome!! Not proofread. Feedback very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

“Felipe”

It rolled off your tongue like you were made to say his name. Even with just that one word, Felipe knew what you wanted to say, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips a few times. You were so close to him that Felipe was sure he’d remember every single freckle that adorned your beautiful face.

He let his hand wander up slowly, caressing your cheek before both of you started leaning in…

THUD

A loud knock pulled Felipe right out of the dream he was having, making him shoot up in a panic. He ran his hands over his face and sighed as he tried to shake the image of you from his mind.

Seven nights.

This was the seventh consecutive night where you’d ended up in his dreams one way or the other. No matter how hard he tried, Felipe just couldn’t shake you.

Whoever was at his hotel room door at this hour was growing impatient, the knocks increasing in frequency and intensity before he even had the chance to get out of bed.

Felipe had a feeling he knew exactly who would be on the other side of the door.

“Felipe, mate! Pretty please open the door for your teammate?”

The stark contrast between hearing his name from Clem’s mouth after hearing it whispered softly by you in his dream made Felipe pauze, letting his forehead drop against the door as he took a deep breath.

When he finally opened the door, Clement all but fell into the room, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance.

“Jeez, what took you so long??” he sighed dramatically, slurring his words.

“Mate, you're drunk, go to your own room” Felipe answered, but he could tell from the determined look on Clem’s face that getting him out of here would be near impossible.

“Actually, I’m not going anywhere until we…have a little talk” Clem said as he nonchalantly plopped down on the edge of the hotel bed, patting the space next to him. The mischievous look in his eyes made Felipe’s skin crawl.

He loved Clem like a brother, but nothing good had ever come from that look.

“You do know that we can talk during the day, like normal people do, right?”

“Oh but what would be the fun in that?” Clem replied mockingly.

Felipe considered his options for a few seconds, but quickly came to the conclusion that once Clem got something in that head of his, he wasn’t going to stop until got what he wanted. So he reluctantly shuffled over to the bed and sat down next to him.

“Marcus and I have decided that we need to stage an intervention” Clem crossed his arms in determination as the words left his mouth, “We can’t let this go on any longer”

“Mate, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve been skipping every night out with us for months now…and don’t give me the ol’ I need to focus on racing excuse, because you even stayed in after Barcelona. I mean, what kind of psycho wins the sprint and the feature race and then spends his night alone in his bloody hotel room?!” Clem was gesticulating dramatically, partly because of the alcohol, partly because it’s Clem.

Felipe sighed. He knew it would be about this. The boys had expressed their grievances about Barcelona for weeks on end. In the beginning of the year it was easy to come up with excuses, because it was his third year in f2 and it was now or never for him.

Then he started winning, and now his friends are wondering why he can’t have one night of fun in between all the work. Felipe didn’t have to wonder why, he already knew the answer. It was you.

From the exact moment Clem wandered into the MP garage with you by his side, Felipe was in awe of you.

Beautiful, soft-spoken, but you could make everyone in the room laugh with just a single comment.

At first, Felipe feared you might have been there with Clement as his girlfriend, but when Clem introduced you those worries were luckily tossed to the side. You were childhood best friends, more like a sister to Clem if anything. You’d decided to follow him around a bit during your gap year, wanting to see the world and acting as MP’s free social media person, camera always present around your neck.

Felipe initially thought his little crush would dissipate soon, until the Jeddah race when you’d come up to him while he was preparing to get in the car.

“Good luck out there today” you’d said with a soft smile, “I think it’s gonna go your way today”

“How do you know?” he had asked timidly. You just raised your shoulders nonchalantly, “just…feels like you deserve it” shooting him one last knowing look before turning on your heels and out of the garage.

Despite only having met you a few days ago, he felt a strange connection between the two of you, something he’d never felt before.

He won that race, and you had subsequently taken up residence in his brain. He thought about you in the car, during the debriefs, and now in his sleep too. He couldn’t escape you, even though he’d been trying hard enough.

Since Jeddah, Felipe had done everything in his power to keep himself in check. This was his year. His championship to lose. If he allowed himself to get distracted and fail, he would never forgive himself.

So he kept his distance from you, not allowing himself to get further than the friendly conversations in the paddock. When he knew you would go out with the boys, he stayed in, sure that the way he felt when you were around would only be intensified in a casual setting with some alcohol involved. He was doing the right thing, keeping both of you safe. You were none the wiser and he couldn’t get hurt.

“Hello?? Earth to Felipe” Clem was shaking him by the shoulder lightly, the look on his face a mix of disbelief and worry, “see, this is exactly what I mean, you keep disappearing, mate, and I don’t just mean physically”

“Clem, it’s just the championship getting to me, it’s..a lot of pressure” Felipe ran a hand through his curls, feeling just as disheveled as he probably looked after just being woken up at four in the morning, “I don’t want to mess it up. I can’t afford to.”

Clem nodded, looking defeated as he pushed himself off the bed with a sigh. He seemed to have somewhat sobered up as his own fatigue caught up with him, but Felipe could tell that this discussion was far from over.

Right before he got to the door, Clement stopped in his tracks, seemingly debating with himself before throwing one last comment Felipe’s way.

“She thinks you hate her, you know” he sounded uncharacteristically serious for once.

Felipe perked up at once, not needing a name to know exactly who Clem was talking about . What?

“I’m not an expert, but I do know you, and I’m pretty fucking sure that is not the case. So just…sort your shit out. Please.”

Felipe sat frozen in place on the bed as the door fell shut behind Clem.

You thought he hated you?

Even just the idea of it sounded so ridiculous, especially after he’d been dreaming about you less than ten minutes ago.

Sure, he wanted to keep you at a safe distance, far enough so that his judgment wouldn’t be clouded, but this was not how far he wanted to push it.

No, this wasn’t right, and he needed to fix it.

Felipe paced around the room for a moment, fighting the urge to somehow find your room and explain himself. Ultimately, he decided against an impromptu confession at this hour of the night and forced himself to get back in bed.

He made a silent promise to himself to handle the situation differently next race weekend. Maybe he could even be friends with you. Maybe.

When sleep finally found him again, he dreamt of you.

The next race weekend came and went in the blink of an eye. For an outsider, it looked like Zandvoort was shaping up to be the best weekend of Felipe’s life. It was, to an extent.

P1 in the feature race made it so he was almost sure of the title next week in Monza.

Despite all this, Clem’s comment still lay heavy on Felipe’s shoulders. He was determined to make you realize he wanted to be friends, which was made exponentially more difficult by the fact that he didn’t want to be friends with you at all. Not just friends, that is.

As Felipe entered the MP driver room, drenched in champagne from the podium celebrations, Clem was already inside, scrolling away on his phone. He’d crashed out of the race at one of the restarts so he had already changed out of his suit.

“Congrats again, big man. That title is as good as yours”

Felipe thanked him, but despite Clem’s words he couldn’t shake the feeling that Clem had been distant ever since last sunday. There wasn’t a doubt in Felipe’s mind that Clem was sincerely happy for him, but clearly the discussion had affected him as well.

“So, where’s the party tonight?” Felipe asked as he unzipped his suit, tying it around his waist. If he wanted to make things right, tonight was the night to do it.

Clem looked like he’d just seen a ghost, but his signature smile followed suit. He all but jumped from his chair and slapped an arm around Felipe.

“Yes boy, that’s more like it! You’re buying the first round tonight”

After Clem’s initial excitement had somewhat dimmed, he suddenly sported the same serious look he’d had in the hotel room.

“Y/N’s coming too, just so you know” he said.

Felipe nodded, “yeah, I figured she would”, he stared down at his feet.

“You know she’s like a sister to me, so just…don’t hurt her” Clem spoke, a hand landing on Felipe's shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

“I don’t..that’s literally the opposite of what I want to do. I don’t know why I’m making it so difficult”

“I think you got it bad for her, mate. I get it, that can be scary. Just try not to muck it all up, yeah?”

If somebody had told Felipe at the beginning of the year that Clem would be giving him girl advice, he would have laughed in their face, but here he was. The prospect of getting to see you in a few hours made Felipe’s chest tighten. You had been in the paddock less and less over the last couple of months, and now Felipe could see he was the reason behind your absence.

He hoped that in a week's time, the title would be his, but more importantly, that he’d see your face when he looked down from the podium.

The club that Marcus and Clem had chosen was about on par with Felipe’s expectations. A dim blue light illuminated the space, people already standing in line at the bar, credit cards in hand, because it was clear you needed a good amount of alcohol to dance to the so-called music blaring from the speakers.

Felipe was more nervous than he’d been before the race, more nervous than he’d been the entire season to be fair. His lack of partying experience made him feel out of place and fidgety as their friend group packed into the club and around one of the small tables near the bar.

Clem hadn’t forgotten about Felipe’s promise to buy the first round, and clearly he had taken it upon himself to spread the word. After a few whoops and hollers from the boys, Felipe conceded and shuffled through the crowd towards the bar.

He was just about to turn around and call one of the boys over to help him carry the drinks when he caught sight of you.

You were standing at the bar, sharing a friendly conversation with a girl he recognized as Liam’s girlfriend while the bartender handed you your drinks.

Felipe stood frozen, all plans of how he would approach you straight out the window as he took you in. You never failed to take his breath away. The excessive noise of the music and the people around him seemed to blur into the distance as he focused solely on you.

While sipping your drink, you suddenly broke out into laughter at something the girl with you had said, reaching out to touch her arm as you doubled over.

Felipe found himself strangely jealous of her, because he would give anything to be the one that made you laugh like that. He was sure that just the feeling of your hand on his arm would single-handedly ruin his ploy to be just friends with you. With you, he would always want more. He couldn’t trust himself.

He was torn out of his haze as he suddenly made eye contact with the girl in front of you. Before he could register what was happening, she leaned forward to whisper something in your ear, causing you to turn and face his direction.

Felipe immediately shifted his gaze down towards his feet, coughing awkwardly before turning his attention back to the drinks on the bar. He wanted to slap himself for chickening out at the first sight of you, but he didn’t feel ready to face you just yet.

Unluckily for him, you didn’t have the same idea.

“What is your problem?”

Felipe almost dropped one of the glasses he was trying desperately to fit into his arms as you appeared next to him. He spun around to face you, mind racing as he tried to remember a single word of the speech he’d rehearsed in his head all night. You didn’t look angry, just confused as your eyes bore into his, refusing to back down before he gave you an explanation for his less than normal behavior. Before he had a chance to respond, Clem appeared from between the crowd.

“Mate, if I’d known it was gonna take you so long I would have had more shots at the pre’s-” Clem stopped his rant directed at Felipe as he took in the scene in front of him. He quickly pieced together that he’d walked in on something he’s not supposed to be a part of, the tension palpable between his two best friends.

“Okay, uh, don’t mind me. I’ll just uh- carry the drinks for you, let you two get back to…”, he gestured between the two of you, “whatever this is” he flashed his signature cheeky smile before shuffling away, cleary ready to tell Marcus all about exactly why the drinks were taking so long.

Felipe took a deep breath, closing his eyes and attempting to collect his thoughts. The last thing he wanted to do was dig himself an even deeper hole just because he was nervous to talk to you. When he opened them, you were still staring at him, your expression softer, hopeful for an explanation.

“Do you want to go somewhere and talk?” he asked timidly.

You looked taken aback by his question, but answered quickly nonetheless.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

Felipe nodded, springing into action as he pushed his way through the crowd. You followed suit but struggled to keep up with him. When Felipe noticed, he extended his hand out to you. You looked at his outstretched hand for a second, but before Felipe had even registered the implications of his offer, your warm hand enveloped his as you shuffled closer to him, allowing him to guide you swiftly towards the exit of the club.

He had been right, earlier, when he thought that one touch of your hand would be enough for him to crumble underneath his feelings for you. The feeling of your intertwined hands made his stomach flutter, and Felipe couldn’t bring himself to let go even after he was greeted by the cool breeze as he stepped out of the club with you in tow.

The silence felt heavy as Felipe continued to guide you along the street, your hand in his indicating the many words left unsaid between you and him. It was only a few minutes before you reached the beach. Finally letting your hand drop from his, Felipe stood at the edge of the sand, contemplating his next move. You decided for him, leaning down to quickly rid yourself of your shoes before jumping into the sand and walking towards the water, Felipe following your example.

“Y/n, I..” Felipe wanted to say so much that he didn’t even know where to start.

“You are really confusing, you know?” you spoke up, facing him head on, hair blowing slightly in the wind, “I never know where I stand with you. Sometimes you act like I'm invisible, other times I catch you staring at me like…” you struggled to find the right words.

“Like what?”

“Like the way you’re staring right now!” you finally replied, “I don’t know what you want from me”

Felipe understood how strange his behavior must look from your point of view. He needed to come clean about everything if he wanted to keep you in his life.

“I’m just overwhelmed by you. When we met at the beginning of the season I thought I could just shake it off, but then in Jeddah..you were in my head after that”

Your expression softens as he speaks, clearly remembering the moment before the race when you’d gone to wish him luck. Perhaps you’d felt it too, the connection between you that had been occupying Felipe’s every thought since. He could only hope so.

“but at the same time I was finally winning, feeling like I had a real shot at the title this year. It was my last chance, my third year…my parents already are giving up so much to give me this opportunity” , Felipe hated how his accent became more prominent whenever he was nervous. It’s the reason he hates doing interviews, but this might be even worse.

“Truth is I was scared” he admitted, “scared of getting hurt, scared that I would mess something up with you or with the racing..so I took the easy way out and just did nothing”

You frowned slightly as you listened to him speak, and Felipe hated that he was the reason for your worried expression.

“but I dream of you. All I do is dream of you”

He instantly felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders at his confession.

“You deserve to know, and I’m sorry for treating you the way I did”

He stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. His words had clearly rattled you, and for once it was you who was at a loss for words, the only sound breaking the silence being the waves breaking a few meters away.

“Y/n..please say something” Felipe pleaded softly.

He’d expected you to be angry, to say you need time. Maybe, if he was really lucky, you might agree to try and be friends again. What he didn’t expect is for you to respond by kissing him.

You took him by surprise by leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered there as your eyes opened, whispering softly as you realized what you’d done “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of jus-” Felipe cut you off by rejoining your lips, all gentleness now gone as his hands cradled your face while you kissed. Your arms found their way to his waist, knuckled whitening from grabbing onto his shirt.

He’d dreamt about this moment so many times, but even the best of dreams couldn’t compare to having you in real life.

You were lost in eachother as the kiss deepened, tongues working together like you’d kissed each other a thousand times before.

When your lips parted Felipe let his forehead rest against yours, not ready to give up having you so close to him just yet. He could stay in this moment forever if he could.

“One of us should probably say something” you whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“So I take it this means you forgive me right?” he asks as he reluctantly lets you take a step back.

“Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll think about it” you replied sarcastically.

“Oh, very funny” Felipe reaches out to tousle your hair in response to your teasing.

You joked and chatted with each other as you made your way back towards the club. If Felipe had his way, he would be alone with you, talking and kissing all night to make up for lost time, but he realized it was best to take things slow.

Once back inside, Clem immediately spotted you together. He looked a mess, hair sticking to his forehead and shirt almost completely unbuttoned for some reason, the night's drinks having their desired effect. Felipe gave you a joking look as Clem made a beeline towards the pair of you.

“There you guys are; I swear I was this close to calling the fu-” he stopped his tirade as his eyes landed on your intertwined hands. A knowing smile appeared on his face as he stepped closer to pat Felipe on the back.

“Bloody knew you had it in you mate”, before turning away in an attempt to locate the boys.

“Oi, Marcus, you owe me fifty bucks, mate!!” he said, pointing towards his two friends.

Felipe rolled his eyes, giving your hand a little squeeze.

He was sure that when he went to sleep that night, he would dream of you again.

Only this time, waking up would be even better.

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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Leaving to be With You- CN12

Clement Novalak x Fem!Reader

-> Clement announces his departure from MP Motorsports, leaving you confused as to why he would leave after assuring you he would stay.

word count: 1993

warnings: not proof read and written 3am while I was half asleep. you can also clearly tell were I gave up lol

A/N: just giving content to my fellow Clem peeps! If you want a part two of this, let me know!

The news wasn’t exactly a shock to you. Rumors about Clement moving to Trident in 2023 had been spreading their way through the paddock since Silverstone back in July. The topic had been brought up several times during team debriefs and even in post-race interviews. Despite all of the rumors, Clem had told you that he felt right at home in MP motorsports. He had said that he had no desire to leave, especially if it meant he got to see you everyday, so when you saw his post about moving on to Trident, you were quite surprised.

You would have been lying if you said the news didn’t hurt- that you were completely ok with Clem moving onto a different team- but the more you looked at the photo of him in a Trident team shirt, the angrier you became.

You tapped gently on the ‘add comment’ button before typing three orange hearts onto the line and pressing post. As upset as you were, you wanted it to be known that you were proud of him regardless and would be supporting him from afar no matter what.

After shutting your phone off and placing it on the nightstand, you finally got yourself out of bed, making your way to the bathroom to give yourself a good look in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your locks of curls looking more like knots from how much you tossed and turned last night. Your makeup was smeared down your face, indicating that you had forgotten to do your skin care routine before climbing into bed last night.

You glanced over at the clock that was placed on the counter of the bathroom. 8:05. 25 minutes to get yourself ready and to the track for post-season testing. You quickly found your black team polo as well as your black work pants and put them on, making sure there were no wrinkles or stains in the process. After brushing your teeth and throwing your hair into a high ponytail, you slipped your black and white tennis shoes on before grabbing your belongings and making your way towards the hotel elevator.

Time seemed to slowly tick by as you waited for the elevator doors to open. You checked your watch, the time showing 8:22. Eight minutes to make it to a track that was a five minute walk away. When the silver doors opened, you were greeted by a few of your co-workers who had also been running a bit late.“Hello Hannah, hello Sofia, running a bit late also?” you asked as you stepped onto the elevator and stood in between them.

“Yeah, I got distracted by Clem’s announcement post. I don’t think anyone on the team saw it coming. I heard that they even had his contract ready to be signed today.. I guess not anymore” Hannah said with a shrug.

“Wait, so you didn’t even know? I would think that he would’ve at least told you.. You’re his engineer after all…”

Hannah shrugged and shook her head. “Him and I talked last week, he said he had no reason to leave. I was under the impression he was staying.”

You sighed and leaned your head back against the wall of the elevator. “Yeah, me too.”

When the elevator reached the lobby floor, the three of you hopped off and started making your way towards the paddock entrance. There weren’t many words exchanged between the three of you- almost as if you were all trying to process Clem’s departure.

Before you knew it, you had arrived at the paddock, cameras and media personnel scattered by the entrance as they waited for drivers to arrive. As you scanned your paddock pass, you could see Clem walking just a few feet ahead of you, talking to Felipe as they both made their way towards hospitality.

When Clem turned around and saw you standing behind him, he smiled and took a few steps towards you, waving his right hand at you as he smiled wide. Clem’s smile was one of the things you loved most about him. Whenever he smiled, it was always so genuine. “Hey you! I haven’t seen you yet today, you skipped breakfast” he said with a pout.

You smiled sadly, nodding your head a bit. “Yeah, I slept in, I'm sorry about that.”

“No worries, how about lunch later? I should be done running my laps in the car at around noon..”

You looked down at your feet, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “I don’t think I can, Clem. I’ve got some office work to get done before we fly home tomorrow. I’m sorry.”

Clem smiled sadly at you, knowing that something was going on with you. No matter how busy you were with work, you had always made an effort to sit down and eat with him everyday- it had been your tradition since the first testing session back in february. “Can we talk later then? I have to go get changed right now but maybe after you’re finished with work…”

“We’ll see, Clem. It all depends on the workload. Good luck in the car today” you said before walking to your office, shutting the door behind you.

Clem looked at Felipe, confused as to what just happened. “Did that seem.. Strange to you, mate?”

Felipe nodded. “She’s never that quiet. Did something happen between you two?”

Clem shook his head, trying to think back to anything he might have said or done to hurt you. “No, not that I can think of. We were hanging out all night last night during the party..”

“Did she know you signed with Trident?”

Clem’s face fell, realizing that he had never told her about the contract, nor his reasons behind leaving MP. “i’ve fucked up, mate..”“You didn’t tell her that you’re leaving for her?”

Clem shook his head and sighed “no, I was going to wait until today…”

“Well you should probably go find her then” Felipe said before patting Clem’s shoulders. “But that will have to wait. We have 100 laps of testing to complete, lets go”With a sigh and a quick glance over at your office door, Clem followed Felipe to the garage, zipping up his race suit as he approached the car.

After hearing Clem and Felipe drive out of their designated garages, you decided to step out of your office and watch them circle the track from the grandstands. Fans weren't allowed to attend the testing sessions, so the only people that had scattered the empty bleachers were employees from the different teams. You walked all the way up to the top of the grandstands, sitting down in a corner that kept yourself as far away from everyone else as possible.

You watched as Clem circled the track, his orange number 12 car zipping through corner after corner at high rates of speed. Sometimes watching Clem made you nervous- the idea that one small move could send him flying into the wall at 340kph scared you half to death- but at the end of the day you knew these cars were as safe as they could be.

You took a quick photo of Clem when he drove around the part of the track just below you, posting it to the team's instagram with the caption “Last couple of laps with MP. Good luck on your new adventures, Clem!”

After hitting post, you shut your work phone off and turned your attention back towards the track as you watched Clem do his final lap on track as an MP motorsports driver. When he pulled his car into the garage, you leaned back against the backing of the bleachers and sighed, letting your mind wander to all the what ifs.

What if Clem decided to re-sign his contract?

What if you would have confessed your feelings to him?

What if you would have begged him to stay…

When a loud ding came from your personal phone, you snapped out of your thoughts and looked down at the notification that popped up across the screen, covering yours and clems’ faces. Your wallpaper had been a photo of the two of you after his first F2 podium that year, both of you have the cheekiest smiles on your faces.

Clem: Where are you?

You: grandstands. Was watching you do your last laps in orange.

Clem: Meet me in my drivers room, please. I need to talk to you.

You sighed and got up out of your seat, putting your phone back into your pocket as you began walking back to Clem’s driver room, which couldn’t possibly be any further away from where you were at the moment.

After about a ten minute walk, you approached Clem’s door, which had been cracked open slightly, something he always did when he knew he was expecting you. You opened the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind you once you were inside.

Clem turned around, dressed in his ever so famous blue and white striped shirt and white jeans. “Hey”

You smiled a little, sitting down on his bench. “Hey…”

“Do you want a bottle of water or some gatorade? I have some left in my mini fridge..”

You shook your head and swung your feet off of the bench a little bit. “I’m ok, thank you though.”

Clem nodded and sat down beside you, watching your legs sway back and forth.

“You wanted to talk?”

Clem nodded, looking back up at you. “Right, yes. Obviously you saw my post on instagram…”

“Yes, I did. It was quite the surprise”

“I wanted to tell you why I did it.. I owe you an explanation that I should have told you earlier, but I was too stupid to think about telling you sooner.”

You turned your attention away from your legs and up at his eyes “ok…”

Clem tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, allowing his hand to rest on your cheek for a moment before dropping it back down to his side. “I left so I could stop lying to myself about how I feel.”

“What do you mean?”

Clem laughed a little and sighed. “Ever since I joined the team a year ago, I have been lying to myself and to you. You welcomed me into this team with open arms while everyone else seemed a bit hesitant at first. Everyone has always been team Felipe, making sure that he had everything he needed to succeed in this championship. I, on the other hand, was the odd ball out, yet you always made me feel like I belonged. You’ve had lunch with me every single day since I joined the team, you always make sure I get home safe after a raging post-race party…”

You laughed a little, remembering all of the times you’ve had to practically drag Clem back to his hotel room while he was drunker than he should’ve been.

“I like you, y/n. A lot. And I’m sick of telling myself that I feel nothing for you because you’re a colleague and because I signed a contract that would prevent us from being together.”

You looked into his eyes, a smile forming on your lips as you listened to everything he was saying. He left this team for you? To be with you? “What does all of this mean then…”

Clem smiled and put his hand on top of yours. “Well, I know we have been on many breakfast, lunch and dinner dates, I’d like to take you on a formal date. One as a potential couple…”

You smiled and pulled Clem into a tight hug, indicating that you would love nothing more. “I’d love to, Clem.”

“I hope you’re not too mad at me for leaving…”

“I was mad at first, but now that I know you left to give us a chance.. I could never be mad at you for that.”

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