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charlesswife · 2 years ago

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Una Noche En Mónaco i

Vaya noche la de anoche. (What a night last night)

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pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, charles continues on with his f1 career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, is going to be a series. google translate because I do not speak french. teen pregnancy (very cliche, I know. I'm sorry)

a/n: this is based on the idea i posted yesterday, which you all seem to like a lot. i want to clarify that english isn't my first language so please be kind if you see any error, i am trying my best. Also I am very new to formula one, i am binge watching drive to survive and the races. also i hope the timeline is correct lmao. ALSO i am not very great at writing smut so don't expect to see smut until i get better at writing it. enjoy!

word count: 1,771

Just to clarify: If I'm not wrong. In 2018, Charles was 20, turning 21 in that year. Reader is going to have an age gap of two years. So reader is 18 turning 19.

gif is not mine! i love this gif tho, he looks so good.

March 2018

Everything from last night was a blur. I remember his green eyes on me. And then his lips. And then his skin. And then a bit more.

The music was louder than my thoughts. Monaco is a beautiful country with even more beautiful people.

Steph grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar. "One Jack Daniel's with coke and one Cosmopolitan, please." She told the bartender.

"Cosmopolitan?" I asked.

"Oh girl, it's so good. It's vodka with cranberry juice, lemon juice, syrup, and..." She stopped for a second while her eyes drifted to something behind me. "Oh god, he's cute." I was going to turn around and look until she stopped me. "Wait, don't turn yet!"

By that time, the bartender put our drinks in front of us. I thanked him. "Girl, he's looking at you."

"Is he your kind of cute or mine?"

"I would do it sober, on a Monday." Okay. I have to turn around and see said man. "If he wants anything, he'll come to us." She dragged me to another part of the bar.

We danced and drank, and slowly I was forgetting about the 'gorgeous' man. I checked my phone. 12:00.

It has been two hours since we got to the bar.

When the song ended, we headed to the bar area, I asked the bartender for another drink. "Wait here, I have to run to the bathroom," Steph yelled in my ear and then made a beeline to the bathroom. I took the scenery in. The music was louder than before and everyone was dancing to a song I don't know of.

The bartender put the drink in front of me, and I thanked him again. I lost count of how many times I have thanked him.

"This is your fourth drink, is it not?" I heard a male voice next to me. I turned to see the owner of the voice.

Green eyes. Dimpled smile. His body leaned to mine.

"You're keeping tabs on me?" I asked.

"Hard not to," he said. He turned to the bartender and said, "Fermer la onglet. apporte-elle de l'eau. Je paierai la facture." (Close the tab, and bring her some water. I will pay for her bill.) The bartender nodded. The man turned to me again.

"What did you tell him?" I'm not even going to lie. His accent was very sexy.

"Nothing much. C'mon. Let's dance." he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.

He pulled me close to his body. Very close. His green eyes and hands were all over me. And I let him.

He leaned closer to my ear and said, "So are you going to tell me your name or will I only know as the beautiful foreign girl?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked laughing a bit.

"Everybody in this room thinks you are beautiful," he smiled, "So?"

"y/n," I told him. He repeated my name again, trying to see how my name feels on his lips. "And you?" I asked him.

"Charles" I repeated his name and his smile got wider. Deepening his dimples. "Leclerc"

Somewhere in the room, a phone rang. I was entangled with Charles that I just let it ring. His face is so calm, without worries.

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie," he murmured. "do you always stare at people when you wake up?"

"Not always," I said. "you're the only exception." He smiled at my comment and opened his eyes.

"Hello"

"Hi," I whispered.

"Was that your phone or mine?" He asked.

"I don't know. If it's important, they'll ring again." As soon as the words left my mouth. The phone rang again. I let out a little whine that made Charles laugh.

"That's your phone, that's not my ringtone." I got out of bed and looked for the phone.

"I can feel you staring at me, mon cherie" I mocked him.

"A sight like you should be stared at all the time." I smiled at his comment. I found my phone in between the pile of clothes that was left on the floor. Steph <3 appeared on my screen.

I lay on the bed again with Charles and answered the phone.

"Hey bitch, I've been calling you all morning"

"Sorry" I answered "I just woke up"

"Are you still with the French boy?" Steph asked with a joking tone. I can't remember most of last night. But she knows about Charles and the fact he speaks French.

"I'm Monegasque," He said a bit loud, just for her to hear.

"He says he's Monegasque" I repeated.

"Uhhh, native. I like it. Well, text me when you're on your way back" With that, she hangs up. I looked back at Charles.

"So, another round?"

At first, Steph was excited for me. She was hoping for Charles to be the next thing to occupy my mind instead of my parents.

She wasn't wrong. The Monegasque lived in my mind rent-free for the past month. Especially after I found out I was pregnant.

Two pink lines.

Positive.

"So? What does it say?" Steph asked. I didn't say anything. Tears started to form in my eyes. "Oh god, I need a drink" She disappeared from the bathroom to the kitchen.

Steph made me take a pregnancy test after several different random cravings that I had. She had enough of me after I ate a burger with extra extra pickles, and then more pickles on the side. For context, I hate pickles, with my life.

Fuck.

"y/n... what are you gonna do?" I haven't realized that she came back into the room, a glass of wine in her hand.

"well... what's done it's done. it's my responsibility to take care so it." I answered.

"Yeah! But so it's his! He has to be responsible too!" she yelled.

I let the tears run down my face. "And how?! I don't have his number! It's not like I could just send him a text saying 'Hey! remember when we fucked a month ago? well, I'm pregnant now, congrats! be responsible and take care of it"

Steph stayed quiet for a moment, just staring at me. After a while, she said, "Do you think he is on Instagram? I mean, think about it, almost everyone is on Instagram." she waved her wine at me.

"And if he's not?" my voice broke for a moment. This is all too much for me. I am overwhelmed and drowning in my own feelings.

"We can only hope so." She put her wine on top of the dresser and reached for her back pocket for her phone. "What was his name again?"

"Charles," I said.

"Love, I'm going to need more than that"

"Umm... His last name was a hard one. It was Lec... Lec-something"

For a moment, she looked at me and then back at her phone. "Leclerc?" She asked, doubt very clear in her voice.

"Yes! Leclerc. Why? Did you find him? You should get a job in the FBI" I commented while fidgeting with my hands. I was very nervous.

"Is it him?" She turned her phone towards me. The first thing I see was a black and white picture of Charles sitting on top of a counter with an Alfa Romeo jacket. The date was March 4, 2018. Just a few days before we met.

"Yes," I confirmed, "Wow, you are better than a PI" She slide her finger up a little and I looked at the username. Charles_leclerc with a verified check. "He's verified? Why is he verified?" I felt my heart going eighty miles per hour.

"You fucked and got pregnant by a Formula One driver," Steph said, in a monotone voice.

Oh fuck.

"What do I do now?" I asked her as I made my way to my bed to sit down.

"Well, you know who he is now. You just gotta find a way to find him and tell him." She said as she sat down and wrapped her arms around me.

Yeah. Right. Like that's going to be easy.

May 2018

"When will the phase of puking stops when pregnant?" I asked Steph as I rubbed my small bump.

"You're asking the wrong person. I am not Google" She replied.

"You would be more awesome if you were Google" I joked as I sat at the dinner table.

The aroma of pho and fried dumplings is drugging me right now. Steph is a great chef. So am I, but I hate washing dishes.

I am glad I have Steph to take care of me. Steph has been my best friend for the longest, she's a year older than me, but she treats me and takes care of me as if I'm her daughter. She was there for me when my parents died. She dropped everything and came with me across the world. And now she's taking care of me while being pregnant. I truly don't know what I would do without her.

Steph served me chicken pho and eight delicious fried pork dumplings. I waited for her to sit down.

She glanced at me for a second and then smiled. "You look like a child, waiting for permission to eat."

I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I waited for you," I said as I grabbed the spoon and put some of the broth in it, and then took it to my mouth. It is so savory. "This is so good" I grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a dumpling. I blow a bit into it so I don't burn myself. I took a big bite. "Oh my gosh, this is the best dumpling."

"You know what's better than a fried dumpling?" she asked while she wiggled her eyebrows.

"A soup dumpling!" I said. As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a ting! coming from my phone. I thought my phone was in silence. We both laughed a bit at the timing and sound of the phone.

I turned my phone, immediately illuminating from the raise to wake mode. My smile dropped.

+377 123 456 7890

Hey, this is Charles. I'm in Monaco for a few weeks, mon cherie. Do you want to meet? 😉

I slammed my phone back to the table and looked at Steph. "What?" she asked. I looked back at my phone, making sure it wasn't a hallucination in my head. The text message was still there.

With shaken hands, I hand her my phone while I eat the other portion of the dumpling. She looked at the text, then at me. "Oh fuck..."

Oh fuck indeed.

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Ahhhhhh!!!!! This is the first chapter of many more to come! Please let me know what you think of it. I would very much appreciate any type of comment, whether it is your opinion or just anything! It would def motive me more to keep going.

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automundoarg · 6 months ago

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Análisis: Así fue el GP de Mónaco 2024

De la mano de Pirelli, analizamos la visita de la Fórmula 1 por el callejero de Montecarlo.

El circuito urbano de Montecarlo, escenario del Gran Premio de Mónaco de Fórmula 1, presenció el retorno al triunfo de Charles Leclerc, quien se deshizo de su mala racha con una victoria dominante en su tierra natal. Con su sexta victoria en la máxima categoría, Leclerc no solo aseguró su lugar en la historia, sino que también otorgó a Ferrari su 245º éxito en la especialidad y el décimo éxito en…

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#Charles Leclerc #Fórmula 1 #Gran Premio de Mónaco 2024 #Pirelli

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ferrstappen · 7 months ago

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mónaco l Carlos Sainz

(a/n): this is a very short piece based on one of my favorite songs of all time which, by coincidence, is called Mónaco by Lagos and Danny Ocean. If you listen to it you can picture yourself having a summer romance with Carlos, true story. I'd love to dive deeper into it, but idk I just needed to get it out fast for some reason. hope you like it, feedback is always welcomed<3

summary: pero si algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco (but if there’s something left in us then it’s everything that happened in Monaco)

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre

she'd never forget the warm september night when Carlos took her to the casino for the first time. He still wasn't very familiar with the principality and she was just a fleeting person for a couple of weeks, months, and he couldn't count on her of all people to know the streets of the heavenly Monaco.

As the flutes of Don Perignon continued to flow, he became more and more animated, trying his best to explain the intricate science behind poker and the true meaning behind each card. But despite his best efforts, she found herself unable to concentrate on his words. Instead, she was deeply lost in his eyes, taking in every detail of his sparkling hazel hue.

As she continued to stare, he finally noticed the piercing gaze, causing a warm flush to rise in his cheeks. A shy smile appeared on his lips, and she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and place a gentle kiss on them and when she pulled away, his smile grew wider making her fall deeper and deeper in this announced tragedy.

Everything was good until Carlos realized he was drunk, couldn't drive and didn't remember his address, eyes growing comically large as he came to terms that his alcohol-consumed brain really couldn't remember the name of his street, meaning someone had to drive him and his companion through the beautifully and carefully lit streets until one of you started to recognize his complex and as unusual and absurd of a situation they were in, she couldn't stop giggling as the streets kept passing by in a blur and watched Carlos still trying his best to remember.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar.

her time in Monaco was over and Carlos' career in Toro Rosso was steadily climbing, he couldn't afford to take his mind off the track and she understood, she was willing to fly over just to see him.

but it started to fade away.

she was still willing to deal with three layovers to see Carlos, and his caramel eyes still sparkled when he saw her, but there was something missing, this wasn't like their late nights in strolling around Monaco, drinking cheap wine even if they could afford a way nicer bottle.

they weren't stupid, this wasn't meant to last any longer than a couple weeks in autumn, a simple memory, one of those people you can close your eyes and feel their scent, mind playing tricks that maybe if they closed their eyes long enough they might get a feel of the soft skin of each other, running her thumb through his cheek while he tried to fall asleep.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco.

she stopped flying over, Carlos stopped asking her to spend the weekends off in his apartment, just the two of them

Both reminded themselves this wasn't meant to last, wasn't supposed to create one single string, but they both failed.

chances were, they would find each other again maybe on another holiday, another masters degree, PhD, Grand Prix; a part two, a proper goodbye to te September walks in heels she couldn't take off in order to not get a fine, pouting so Carlos would carry her on his back, as if they knew each other their entire lives.

it wasn't important now.

all they had left was what happened in Monaco.

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translations <3

no sé si te acuerdes, de la vez que nos perdimos en septiembre: i don't know if you remember about the time we got lost in September.

tantas veces que tomé tres escalas para verte, creo que me acostumbré a tenerte como si no fuera a acabar: so many times i took three layovers just to see you, I think I got used to having you as if it was never gonna end.

yo sé que para volver ya es tarde, y nuestro plan nunca fue quedarse, no sé si habrá una segunda parte, pero si hay algo que nos quedó es todo lo que pasó en Mónaco: i know it's too late to come back and staying wasn't our plan, i don't know if there's gonna be a second time, but if something's that's left in us is everything that happened in Monaco.

#carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz au #carlos sainz angst #f1 fluff #f1 fics #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you

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deepinsideyourbeing · 4 months ago

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Esa última foto de Enzo mmMMmmMMM AU donde reader manda a arreglar el auto (el suyo o el de su novio/marido si nos andamos sintiendo un poquito putas hsjsddjksjd) y el que la recibe es Enzo en su taller y creo que es obvio lo que pasa después

+18! hacia el final :)

-¡Ganó Ferrari, ganó Leclerc…! Que era lo que...

El resto del relato no llega a tus oídos gracias a los eufóricos gritos del mecánico que, durante los últimos treinta minutos, miraba sin disimular la carrera. Por su expresión podés jurar que en cualquier momento comenzará a llorar y no comprendés quién está más emocionado: el piloto que ganó y su equipo o él.

Ignorás los festejos en la pantalla mientras te movés por el taller en busca de señal para realizar una necesaria llamada: es domingo y regresando de un viaje de trabajo, en el medio de la nada, el auto de tu prometido comenzó a emitir un extraño sonido y despedir humo negro. Condujiste como pudiste, temiendo provocar un accidente, y fue así como llegaste a... Lo de Enzo.

Los pilotos están de pie en el podio, el himno de Italia sonando luego del de Mónaco, y tu acompañante lo tararea animadamente sin apartar la mirada del televisor. Una de sus manos, ahora más que relucientes, está sobre su pecho en un gesto que para vos roza lo dramático; no tolerás a los fanáticos, pero tenés que reconocer lo poético de su nombre y el deporte que sigue.

Intentás ignorar los músculos en sus brazos, su piel bronceada brillando bajo las luces y la forma en que cuelga el overol de su cadera. Sus ojos permanecen fijos sobre el televisor y sus pestañas, oscuras y largas, se roban tu atención.

-¿Todo bien?- pregunta cuando te sorprende mirándolo.

Te esforzás por dejar de contemplar las venas que recorren sus manos y la línea de su definida mandíbula. Su cabello largo moviéndose dificulta un poco mucho la tarea.

-Sí- contestás. En tu oído una voz mecánica repite que "la llamada no pudo realizarse" por vigésima vez y él observa tu expresión de creciente frustración-. ¿Cuánto me dijiste que era?

Camina lentamente hacia el mostrador y sus pasos resuenan por todo el lugar. Arranca la hoja donde anotó el presupuesto junto con los detalles de lo-que-sea que hizo en el vehículo y te la entrega: es un buen precio, suponés, sobre todo considerando que es domingo y que continuás viva.

-Tarjeta aceptás, ¿no?- preguntás rebuscando en tu bolso. Cuando la toma sus dedos rozan los tuyos y se disculpa, su atención ahora puesta en la máquina. Hace una mueca-. ¿Qué pasa?

-La rechazó.

-Probá con esta.

Desliza la tarjeta. Silencio. Te mira.

-Tampoco.

-¿Puedo pagar por transferencia?- niega-. ¿Me estás cargando?

Tu tono de voz te resulta extremadamente desagradable y cubrís tu rostro con una mano, avergonzada. Considerando que son tus tarjetas las que no funcionan y que es muy persona-de-ciudad depender siempre de medios virtuales de pago, no estás en posición de indignarte.

-Perdón, me zarpé- te disculpás y volvés a marcar el número de tu pareja-. No tengo efectivo, únicamente que llame y...

Un tono. Dos tonos. Tres. Tu rostro arde de vergüenza.

-¿Hay alguna otra forma en la que pueda pagarte? Te anoto mis datos o...

La mirada en sus ojos es intensa y su aura imponente. Permanecen en silencio por unos minutos y cuando te perdés mirando sus labios carnosos no te molestás en ocultarlo, porque sos consciente de que él está mirando el escote de tu blusa.

Eventualmente sí encuentran una forma de pago que resulta para ambos y es así como terminás sentada sobre el mostrador, con su cuerpo entre tus piernas. Tus dedos tirando de su camiseta y sus dientes capturando tu labio inferior con tanta fuerza como para cortar tu piel y dejar una marca, sin importarle tu anillo.

Cuando por fin se desliza en tu interior tus dedos se deslizan por su sedoso cabello y gruñe luego de sentirte tirando, su cuero cabelludo ardiendo. Te lo devuelve mordiendo tu pezón, marcándose por sobre la tela de tu blusa, con fuerza.

-Enzo- sollozás, intentando zafar de sus dientes. Te mira y muerde todavía más fuerte, provocando que tus paredes se contraigan sobre él-. Más.

Está mal, dice una voz en tu cabeza. No te importa.

#deep inside - love letters #letters to enzo #enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic smut #enzo vogrincic x reader #lsdln cast #lsdln smut #lsdln x reader

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eddy25960 · 5 months ago

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Tres Kouroi ático

La imagen humana de tamaño real entró en el arte griego con estatuas de mujeres jóvenes (korai) y hombres (kouroi) entre los siglos VII y VI antes de Cristo.

Tres Kouroi ático desde 540-530 BC

Figura 1 - el llamado Apolo de Mónaco en mármol pario - h 2.08 m - Glyptothèque de Munich, D

Figura 2 - Kouros Volomandra - mármol parisino - h 180 cm - Museo Arqueológico Nacional de Atenas

Figura 3 - Kouros Anavyssos en mármol parisino - 194 cm - Museo Arqueológico Nacional de Atenas - Desde la Antigua Grecia por Furio Durando

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latinotiktok · 1 year ago

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Alooo, en las tags de un post dijiste que latino =/= latinoamericano pero no entiendo cual seria la diferencia?? Es tipo excluyendo a la diaspora? (creo que esa era la palabra para los que son segunda generación en yankilandia etc pero capaz estoy equivocado)

Puede que lo que haya dicho este mal, pero latino tiene significados diferentes en EEUU y en Latinoamérica. Adjunto copie y pegue porque 0 ganas de explicarlo jaja

En Estados Unidos:

El término «latino» fue adoptado en Estados Unidos oficialmente en 1997 para identificar un grupo étnico particular conocido indistintamente como Hispanic («hispano») o Latino, en lengua inglesa. Ambos términos fueron utilizados para el censo de 2010.

Así, pues, se aplica en los censos, dándole el carácter de clasificación étnica[cita requerida] para determinar el origen nacional de sus habitantes. Su uso en los Estados Unidos es como el equivalente de mestizo. Por no responder a la realidad étnica de quienes incluye, en ocasiones el término «latino» es causa de polémica.

Este término en los Estados Unidos no deja de ser una grave tergiversación ya que todas las naciones que forman parte de América Latina cuentan con culturas que no necesariamente son iguales y la similitud que existe entre ellas es, debido a la influencia de España en su gran mayoría y Portugal, además de cultura de los esclavos traídos de África, en algunas zonas, mezcladas con España o Portugal y las nativas Americanas o simplemente Nativas Americanas con Española y Europea o ya sea Nativas Americanas o de África en las comunidades que se mantienen en estos territorios en la actualidad.

Latinoamérica y latinoamericanos/latinos:

Derivado de la expresión «América Latina» se ha popularizado el gentilicio «latino» para hacer referencia a personas de cultura latinoamericana. El término «latino» desde el punto de vista europeo se refiere a los pueblos que fueron romanizados y que mantuvieron el uso de lenguas romances (España, Francia, Italia, Portugal, Rumania, Moldavia, Mónaco, Andorra, y algunas regiones de Bélgica, Malta, Luxemburgo y Suiza).En el caso del continente americano, se aplica el término latino como contracción de «latinoamericano» a los países que tuvieron un origen en la colonización de España, Portugal y Francia y son aquellos en los cuales se instaló esta cultura neolatina, resultado del mestizaje con los pueblos originarios de América y del África subsahariana.

Básicamente, cada vez que en tumblr hablamos de "latinos" siempre tenemos presentes las dos cosas; gente de latm y de la diáspora de USA. Ahora bien, hay una diferencia entre nosotros por cuestiones geográficas, políticas y socioculturales....ahí es donde entra latinoamericano. Latinoamericano como identidad que nos une es una temática que tocan estas canciones por ejemplo:

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En resumen: compartimos la cultura, pero no somos lo mismo. No quiero que piensen que hablo de esto para alargar la brecha pero simplemente son cosas distintas

#asklatinotiktok

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