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"Will Clem be anything other than steamed in Brazil?" Absolutely not, no. Is anyone watching from Brazil, have we got any Brazilians in the chat, and if so could you tell us what time it is in Brazil? […] Three AM, so yes, I would say that Novalak and Armstrong are currently in full flight in Sao Paulo. I'd be very surprised if they're watching the race, I'd be very surprised if they are asleep. I'll leave the rest up to your imagination.
James Harvey Blair on the Japanese GP commentary stream.
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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yourusername couples costume secured. let’s blow last year out of the water! check the link in my bio for a spirit halloween promotional code <3
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user mother is mothering
clementnovalak you are so stunning
clementnovalak petition to replace the Mona Lisa with this picture of my gorgeous gorgeous girlfriend
lissiemackintosh sexyyyyyy!! do we get any hints? text me, i need to make sure marcus doesn’t accidentally pick the same thing
-> 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?
jamesharveyblair i love how he complains like hell every year but then walks out of that hellhole with such a big fucking smile on his face
-> yourusername because he looooooves me
-> clementnovalak as long as she’s happy, I’m happy 😊
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clementnovalak save a horse ride a cowboy (or strip for your cowgirl) 🤠
-> yourusername omw to jump ur bones as we speak
-> jamesharveyblair CLEMENT NOVALAK THERE ARE CHILDREN ON THIS APP
-> marcusarmstrong it’s me, I’m children
user they’ve won halloween
user clem is so fucking real because I too would strip for y/n
-> clementnovalak see! she gets it!!!
yourusername happy halloween, my love
-> clementnovalak the morticia to my gomez
user please tell me that they wrote ‘Andy’ on the bottoms of their cowboy boots
-> 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
user clement admitting that he puts in themed stripteases for his girlfriend was not in my bingo card-
-> yourusername he has taken it upon himself to make me feel loved and appreciated and sexy in all aspects of our relationship and he does it so well and he makes me so goddamn happy…man, I just love him so much
BONUS: TEXTS BETWEEN CLEMENT AND Y/N
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Finally caught up with the Screaming Meals Indy GP commentary, so have some highlights:
The fact that they spent the morning with James taking sexy shots of Clem emerging from a pool is just - asaljdgkfdk.
C: Yeah, it’s my backbone, well stiff. Yeah, nah, I’ve been walking around with a little bit of a kink. J: Hardly unlike you on any normal day mate, walking around with a bit of a kink.
C: Obviously Marcus starting off P11. What’s new? J: Prince of P11. Fuck me, if I had a dollar for every time he’s started P11. P11 or P13, he only deals in odd numbers.
J: I can sort of lubricate the process for you. The learning process, take you through that sort of, we’re going to go in pretty hard.
C: Marcus, the biggest dur-brain on the football front, if you could say. J: Not just on the football front. C: Well, no, on plenty of fronts.
J: I tuned into the SidePod earlier this week - the bastard’s wearing my shoes.
J: We were all a little bit - let’s say distracted by the events of the afternoon. C: Bamboozled. J: Yeah. Shitfaced.
J: He’s quite a fit looking young man.
C: Have we got a lot of content to talk about? J: No not particularly mate which is somewhat intimidating for sort of junior commentators like ourselves, but veterans in the sport of talking complete shit so I’m not feeling too nervous about it.
J: Has [Sting Ray Robb] noticed that the front of his car doesn’t look the same as when he got in it? C: Hey, I’ve made that mistake a couple of times there. (his little giggle kills me)
J: I thought I’d throw that information in there to sound intelligent, but if it turns out to be false then I’ll look like a real dick.
C: I think he’s been dadooshed from behind. J: It’s always difficult when you’re not expecting to be dadooshed from behind.
C: Marcus has picked up 2 spots, he’s now back to P11, and it’s same old same old for Marcus Armstrong.
J: The McLarens all stacked up in reverse order of the team favouritism.
J: [Harvey’s] going to feel like an OnlyFans model at the moment, that car’s going to be doing all sorts of vibrating.
C: Sometimes it do be like that. J: I forget that you’re three years younger than me.
J: We’re officially out of tequila now. C: Shit. That’s no good….jeez you poured a lot in there!
J: I thought you looked fabulous (about Clem in the swimming pool)
I love how they switch between ripping the absolute shit out of Marcus to being utterly ride or die for him in the race.
C: A chunderous amount of understeer there. J: A chunderous amount? What’s a chunderous amount? Is that a word? C: Yeah. Chundersteer.
J: I’ve been referred to as motorsport’s premier social climber. C: Probably yeah, you could be called a motorsport socialite.
Did Clem genuinely manage to miss the fact there was a live shooter incident next to them in Long Beach omfg. C: Thanks for not telling me about it, ‘cause I would have freaked out.
J: He’s not learned from his mistake, which is on brand for Marcus Armstrong.
C: We’re unlapping! J: Have we unlapped ourselves? (I love that it’s a team effort 😂)
No you took a screenshot of Clem’s crotch.
C: We got friendship bracelets. J: Yeah, they both snapped within a week. C: Which obviously is not really good omen to our relationship. J: I’ve still got the beads.
C: Tell you what, I won’t be walking straight tomorrow. J: What have you got planned??
C: Palou was like well in front, he’s already won this fucking race, I don’t know why we’re still watching. J: Oh, we’ve got a few ponies in this race mate.
J: The indycar graphicing system sucks balls.
C (trying on James’ glasses): I look quite French. J: You are French.
J: I’m going to sell [Herta] into the Parisian sex trade.
J: You know that meme? C: About? J: …yeah, a bit broad, wasn’t it.
J: I’ve ordered two brand spanking new pairs of white chinos for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend. I figured I’d keep one pair in my bag at all times. In case I shit myself.
C: That’s what Marcus is going to end up with. A willy. J: Huh? C: A willy trim. (Prince William’s haircut)
C: Ibiza, great place, I’m going Ibiza. J: Course you are. Scumbag.
C: Sechs, my favourite number.
C: Show us Marcus! I want to see a bit more of Marcus.
J: Careful mate. You’re not allowed to not know who people were any more. (ouch 😆. also that went completely over Clem’s head 😭😆😂)
J: Mr Double-Fister with the celebration.
Screaming Meals - Mexico City Grand Prix commentary - 29.10.2023
absolute domestic on screaming meals commentary
Last night's entire stream was just clem being ill trying to cuase chaos while James was suffering bf flatmate 101, like clems trying to shout and James plotting how to get clem to take meds
my little race winner – cn21
clement is there to cheer you on after your first f3 win.
genre: fluff
pairing: gender neutral f3 driver!reader x boyfriend!clement novalak
warnings: none
requested: yes!
author’s note: clement makes me weak in my knees… anyways let’s pretend there isn’t only like 40 minutes between the f3 and f2 feature on sunday hehe. and also, the use of “little” doesn’t necessarily have to describe the reader being small. i would cry (happy tears) if clement called me little even though i’m almost his height 🤭
f2/f3 masterlist
few feelings beat the feeling of winning a race.
especially when the race has been long, competitive, and more strategic than usual. especially when it's your first ever win in formula 3, in your first year of competing in the series.
today in silverstone, where formula 1 first started some 70 years ago, you've taken the win in the feature race of the weekend. starting from p8, you didn't have any big expectations, but you hoped for a good race and some points for the championship. despite losing positions in the first few laps, you worked your way up and – with some help from perfectly timed safety cars – you were able to overtake the leader with just a few laps to go.
and the feelings exploding in your chest as you went past the finish line before anyone else were unlike anything you’d witnessed before.
standing up on the front of your car, you raise your arms in the air as the cheers grow louder. your teammate gabriel bortoleto finished just behind you in second place, and he comes up right next to you and helps you down before patting your back. "great race, congrats!" he says, his smile visible even through the open visor of his helmet.
"you too!" you tell him, returning the smile before you both make your way over to your team members waiting for you at the fence.
you pull off your helmet as you watch gabriel go along the crowd first. he is lucky to have kept his helmet on, because not only does he get hugs and back rubs; several of the mechanics insist on slapping the top of his helmet as he passes. you hoped they would go easier on you, but being the winner of the race, they all celebrate you even louder and harder. you hug them all tightly, thanking them for their great work, before stopping a few seconds extra with your trainer who has a full-on speech prepared for you.
you assumed your trained would be the last person in line to congratulate you, but just as you part from hugging him again, you feel a new hand on your shoulder. there is something about the touch, something that feels familiar – you'd felt this hand on you thousands of times. you know instantly who it belongs to.
your mouth drops in surprise once you turn your head to the side, watching as your boyfriend flashes you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. you throw yourself onto him, your arms draping around his neck. "hey," he starts, pulling away just a little bit to look into your eyes. "great race!"
"did you see it all?" you ask, followed by a squeal when he nods. you pull him back into your embrace. "i'm so happy! so so so so so happy!"
as he holds you close, clement starts to place chaste kisses on your cheek and down your neck, the combination of his lips and the feeling of his stubble against your skin making you squirm in his hold. "you should be, you’re amazing." you lean back a little, taking his face into your hands. "i mean, i'm not sure what you did in turn fifteen in the first lap, you could've just taken the inside and- ouch!"
you pinch his cheeks jokingly when he starts tormenting you, wanting to stop the strings of critique flowing from his mouth. "you suck," you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.
"oh, please, you love me."
his eyes twinkle with his smile, the white long-sleeve trident shirt hugs his muscles in just the right places while his racing suit hangs at his hips, and he looks far too good for someone who's just about to go sweat down an entire car for the next hour or so. how could you possibly stay upset with him?
you nod, reaching forward to place a quick kiss to his lips. "i do. and you love me too, i hope? despite my failures in lap one?"
a laugh bubbles from his chest. "most definitely." he gives you one more kiss before he looks at something right behind you. "i think they're calling for you. the podium awaits, and so on..."
you look back to see a worker waving for you to hurry up, so you turn back to your boyfriend. "oh. i'll see you after your race, then?"
he pulls you in for one last hug, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek. "my little race winner. i'm so proud," he whispers, and a slight blush spreads across your face at his words. once you part, he playfully pushes your shoulders towards the worker, not wanting you to hold up the ceremony anymore.
even more people congratulate you as you make your way through the building and towards the podium, but your mind is still stuck on something, and someone, else. you’ve managed to win your first ever race in f3, and to have clement by your side as you did it? how did you ever get so lucky?
few feelings beat the feeling of winning a race. but the feeling of standing on the podium, looking down at the crowd and making eye contact with clement, who's smiling like an idiot and cheering loudest of them all? that feeling's got to be in the top 3, at the very least.
Screaming Meals - Abu Dhabi Grand Prix commentary - 26.11.2023 (for @suzie-shooter)
Screaming Meals - Abu Dhabi Grand Prix commentary - 26.11.2023
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!!!
"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."
DAY SEVENTEEN: FLOWER SHOP AU
CLÉMENT NOVALAK
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PAI’S WORDS: as usual when it comes to flower stuff, it’s written based on my work and how my shop is ! 🧡 so sorry for the delay, for those not following me on X, I’ve had some rough patches lately and am only now getting better and motivated again 🫶
The day has been particularly exhausting, stubborn customers and complicated arrangements taking all your time and energy, especially since your colleague and dear friend couldn’t come to work today. Your hands cold and raw, your feet aching as much as your back, you’re almost done with the day and with your commands when the bell’s melody resonates inside the shop, indicating the presence of a new customer. Hiding a sigh and putting your best smile on, you lift your head and greet the newcomer, coming face to face with a charming man dressed in a suit.
“- Hi, how can I help you ?
- Hello, I came looking for.. well flowers ?
- Well, you’ve come to the right place, no doubt about it.”
The man in front of you chuckles and sends a sheepish smile your way, his dimples appearing at the same time as a warm feeling in your guts. You tie the bouquet you were making before walking to him, guiding the customer towards all the cut flowers you have and watching as he takes it all in, eyes stopping on some of them.
“- So, what’s the occasion ? A date, maybe ?
- Oh no, none of that. It’s for a friend.
- Sorry for assuming, it’s just that usually, when customers come in dressed as sharp as this, their intentions are pretty clear.
- Trust me, that’s what everyone tells me as well. I mean, being overdressed is not a crime, is it ?
- It surely isn’t. About that friend of yours, do you know their favorite color ? Or a color they often wear, the main color in their home, whatever.
- Um, not really know. Purple, maybe ? She does wear that quite often.
- Alright. And for the budget ? I can work around pretty much anything, but the bouquet will obviously vary in size.
- Oh, well, I don’t really know about that. I don’t buy flowers that often so I’m pretty.. clueless about prices.
- It’s fine ! We can choose flowers and foliages together and I’ll tell you the price as we go ?
- Yes, perfect, thanks !”
His dimples appears once again as he sends you a grateful smile, letting you guide him through the flowers.
“- As for now, the only purple flowers we have are clematis, aster and iris. Oh, some hydrangeas too, and gerberas. We can mix them with white and pink flowers for a softer, more feminine look, or use orange and yellow to create bright contrast, that depends on what you’re looking for. It’s for a friend, right ? Is there any special occasion ? A celebration, a birthday ?
- Actually, it’s not really a friend. I mean, she’s not a friend of mine, not really I guess. See, we have an.. emission, a podcast, with two of my friends, and she’s invited today. So I know her and, well, appreciate her, but it’s.. like a work context ?”
You giggle softly at the obvious fluster taking over him, watch as he stumbles on his words and frown as he wonders about the situation. Your gaze falls towards the racks of flowers as you listen to him explain what he knows about the woman, Lissie as you’ve learned, and her job and known passions. She seems lively and passionate about what she’s doing, as much as the man in front of you is at least, so you carefully pluck a yellow Calla Lily, putting it next to the clematis in your hand.
“- So, what we can do is have some strong flowers, like the yellow calla lily here, and build around them with simpler, smaller purple flowers like the clematis here. Calla Lilies stand straight and create a lot of volume when well-paired, and clematis create some movement with how they fall. See ? They naturally are more frail and “floaty” and will add color without it being too blunt. I can pair them with some hydrangeas for volume, no more than two or three to not throw the balance off, and some iris. Maybe add some mimosa stems in between to add more yellow.
- That.. seems perfect, really.”
A proud grin falls on your lips as you pluck the flowers you’ll need, creating the bouquet as you go. Foliages are not counted in the price as your shop offers them, something not that uncommon but that still surprises customers not used to it. You decide to go for eucalyptus, giving the bouquet more volume but also more fluidity and lightness, creating a less strict, more simple looking composition. As you go, you never forget to calculate and enunciate the price, making sure to check in with the man in front of you who seems purely in awe as he observes your hands work carefully around the flowers, delicate fingers adorned with little cuts and callouses. You place the last flower where it’s supposed to go, checking on different angles to make sure it’s evenly distributed before showing it off.
“- Ans that’s how it looks, is it what you had in mind ? If not, I can replace some flowers and such, don’t hesitate to tell me.
- No, no it’s really pretty, thank you ! I didn’t even have something as gorgeous as this in mind, to be fair. You have a way with flowers, trust me.”
He compliments you excitedly as you laugh, taking a ribbon out of your apron to tie the creation before making your way to the checkout, followed closely by the young man you find quite interesting. Your hands quickly work as you cut the stems at the same level and wrap the bouquet in yellow colored paper, placing a simple light purple around it and making a bow. All the while, you explain how his friend should take care of the flowers, insisting on the “cutting them every two days” part and a sweet smile grows on your face as you note how meticulous he seems, nodding in a determined way and asking questions about some parts. You staple your shop’s cars on the wrapping paper before handing it to you, your hands brushing his as he oh so carefully takes it and profusely thanks you, making his way towards the exit.
“- Oh, I’m sorry ! But you’ve said you have a podcast, right ? May I know the name ? I don’t know much about cars and, sports in general, but I’d like to learn more.
- Yeah, sure ! It’s called Screaming Meals, and well, my name’s Clement. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”
You stare at his back as he walks out with a frown and a gaping mouth, only realizing much later, as you’re making dinner, that your name is written on your apron. The podcast accompany your dinner and you shyly subscribe to the channel, grinning as Lissie compliments the bouquet and laughing as Clement brags about it, not missing the soft look in his eyes.
ABSOLUTE BACKBONES 🔙🦴 P2 BABYY🥳 i am so happy rn
🍈 number 10 from the hugging list with clem? 🫶🏻
🍈 – send me a driver and a prompt from this list of hugging prompts, these touch starved prompts, or these kiss prompts, and i will write a short blurb for you!!
author's note: i love the fact that i've gotten several separate asks for this exact prompt with clem hehe, it definitely fits him !!! tysm for requesting, have a lovely day <33
3k celly !!
clement novalak x reader
the feeling of clement's gentle strokes across your cheeks makes you let out a little sigh as your eyes flutter closed. your boyfriend wipes away your last few tears, his hands settling right below your jaws. "are we okay, then?" he asks, voice just as sweet as it has been these past few minutes.
you manage to nod, sniffling slightly. "i'm sorry," you let out, taking a deep breath and hoping to still your ever-quickening heartbeat.
"i'm sorry," he counters, smiling softly when you open your eyes again to look into his. "we're both sorry. i'm much much more." his last words draw out a chuckle from you, which helps untie the knot in his stomach a bit, albeit not enough for him to feel good again.
clement hates seeing you like this. even though you've stopped crying by now, you still look so tiny, so helpless, so broken. he just can't have it that way – and thankfully, he quickly gets an idea.
"come here." he motions for you to scootch closer to him on the sofa, his arms wide and inviting. you can't deny him the hug, so you lean into him, letting your arms wrap around his shoulders as his own hands make their way past your waist.
you have enough time to relax into the hug, your chin resting atop his shoulder with a content sound, before he strikes. clement is a quick one, his hands slipping beneath your shirt and fingers tickling up and down your sides in just a second. you let out a yelp before you can even register what's going on, but when you do, you plant your hands on his shoulders to push him away.
"stop- clem, i'm-"
you have no chance of escaping his grasp, though. you know how strong he is – you've witnessed him flexing his biceps enough times (and drooled over his muscular build far more times than you'd be able to admit and still keep your head held high) to understand that a physical fight like this is hopeless. you need to find another way.
"let's- let's make a deal-" you manage to get out in between fits of laughter, and finally, his movements die down. clement looks at you with a curious look in his eyes. "i'll give you one hundred kisses. or bake you a pie, or cuddle you all night, or-"
"or all of the above?" he says, eyebrows raised. "sounds perfect."
Enchanted (Clement Novalak X Journalist! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/WEC
Requested: Day 5 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!
Warnings: none, based on Enchanted (Taylor's Version)
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 463
As always, my requests are OPEN
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It was your first day, and you were already running behind. Your first day as lead reporter for the world of endurance racing, and you were already messing it up as you rushed through the paddock. A flurry of different passes flew with the wind as you sprinted towards the other side of the pit lane where the press conferences were taking place.
Almost like the universe was preparing 101 ways to make your day worse, you ran full force into someone and dropped everything in your hands.
“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you frantically started collecting your papers and notes for the conference. You look over to see a (very handsome) man kneeling and helping you pick up everything quickly.
“It’s not a problem, really,” he dismissed with a laugh, “I’d do anything to miss a press conference.”
“Are you supposed to be on the panel?” You asked as you reorganized all of your papers so they all sat neatly together. “I’m supposed to be one of the journalists but j was late today.”
“Supposed to be, yes, but our team meeting ran a little long. I’m not complaining because I also got to meet a beautiful reporter,” he shamelessly flirted, causing you to blush and hide your face being a hand. Then he stood up and held a hand out for you, which you took immediately, and he helped you stand up. “Have we met? I feel like I would have remembered your beautiful face.”
“No, it’s my first day,” you replied bashfully, turning your head to attempt to hide the raging blush across your cheeks. Then, you decided this would be the time to introduce yourself.
“Wonderful to meet you,” he said, followed by your name as if testing it out while he kissed the back of your hand. Truthfully, you could listen to him just say your name for the rest of your life. Uoh were wholly, utterly, and completely enchanted by him. “I would love to talk to you more, but I think my team will kill me if I don’t get in that conference now. I’ll see you after?”
He didn’t get the chance to hear your response as he was quickly ushered away by his very angry PR manager, but he knew you would be around as it was media day. You also knew you would see more of him because you had an exclusive interview with the drivers from Inter Europol Competition.
You couldn’t wait to see him again. You hoped that this would be the start of something between you two, but you didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.
“Please don’t be in love with someone else,” you whispered to yourself as you continued your quest to the press conference.
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MP Motorsport be like:
Felipe the quiet awkward boy that is reserved and calm.
Clem the chaos gremlin that bounces with emotion and energy.
They balance each other out.