#I can’t fucking believe that my stupid Eurovision meme is my most popular post

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I posted 3,477 times in 2022

That's 3,477 more posts than 2021!

334 posts created (10%)

3,143 posts reblogged (90%)

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@alpierrepine

@seblicha

@grussell63

@karlmarxverstappen

I tagged 3,158 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#daniel ricciardo - 458 posts

#charles leclerc - 309 posts

#sebastian vettel - 208 posts

#max verstappen - 175 posts

#lewis hamilton - 131 posts

#eurovision - 90 posts

#personal - 70 posts

#george russell - 67 posts

#mick schumacher - 66 posts

#carlos sainz - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i’m sure this is high fashion but he just looks like he’s ready to drink an entire bottle of wine and pass out watching a romcom on the sofa

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

First Kisses - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Pairing - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Word Count - 900

Content Warnings - nothing, just fluff

Synopsis - You and Charles are both in love with each other, only you are both too oblivious too see it. That is, until Charles realises just how good you look in red, and what a perfect match you truly are.

Author’s Note - Even though this isn’t what I wanted to give you all this evening (or morning I suppose it is 2am lol) I got the desperate urge to write some fluff and so here it is, the second instalment of this series! I hope you enjoy it!

“Whaddya think?” You ask, twirling around and sending your skirts in a swirl, the delicate fabric floating around your body like a swarm of red butterflies.

“Oh, a- you look ah- amazing,” Charles stutters, attempting to hide the blush forming on his cheeks.

It was no secret to everyone around you that Charles was head-over-heels in love with you. Despite his tendencies to become awestruck whenever in your presence, and to become utterly stupid and barely able to talk whenever you were around, you were completely oblivious to his feelings.

This was due, in part, to the fact that you too were completely in love with him too, you just couldn’t believe that he would ever feel the same way about you. And so the two of you spent most of your time together pining over the other, both unable to notice the desire that burned within you and ached for escape.

“Isabelle picked such wonderful bridesmaid dresses didn’t she! I can’t wait to watch her walk down the aisle next week!” You exclaim, gently patting the silk fabric that draped elegantly by your thighs.

“The red, it really suits you,” Charles says, and you struggle to fight off the blush that crept up your own cheeks.

“We’d make quite a pair, in red together,” You say, too absorbed in the feeling of the fabric to realise that you had not actually intended to say those words out loud.

“Wha-?” Charles exclaims, his face now Ferrari red at the compliment.

“I mean- uh- red is your colour too, I suppose, you know Ferrari and stuff…” You trail off, your face as red as Charles’ as you try and justify your words to throw him off the scent of your embarrassing crush.

“I should get you a team shirt, actually, I don’t know why I haven’t given you one already. I have a spare, if you’d like it?” Charles asks, taking a tentative step over to where you stood before the mirror in Charles’ bedroom.

“That would be really sweet of you Charles, I’d love to be able to wear your number on my shirt next time I come and watch you race.” You say, turning to face the man who was much closer behind you than you had anticipated. You almost bump into him as you do so, and you both chuckle awkwardly as Charles takes a step back to give you some room.

He snaps out of his trance and disappears into his wardrobe, shuffling around in the rails and opening various boxes before you hear a triumphant ‘aha!” And he returns to you, a red shirt in his hands.

“You should try it on, make sure it fits. If not I can get you a different one,” He says, handing you the shirt and returning to his position behind you in the mirror.

You slide the shirt over your head, not caring to change out of your red bridesmaid dress, and observe yourself in the mirror. “It’s perfect,” you utter, “thank you.” It isn’t a perfect fit - it’s slightly ill-fitting but you didn’t care. It smelt like Charles, it had belonged to him, and that made it perfect.

Charles thought you looked perfect in it. He loved the thought of you walking around the paddock, his name and number on the shirt you wore, claiming you as his and no one else’s.

His hand somehow finds your shoulder, moving almost of its own devices as he’s sure he didn’t give it permission to do so. He doesn’t regret it, however, as you turn around to face him, the distance between you a lot smaller than a comfortable distance between friends.

His touch on your shoulder, the sensation of the shirt clinging to your body, and Charles’ eyes roaming your body in clear view encourage you to do something you had been wanting to do for some time. You kiss him. It’s short, and sweet. A quick peck on the lips before your brain can catch up with your innermost desires which had taken over control of your body.

Charles just stands there for a moment, unsure exactly of how to react. Had you really just kissed him? Does that mean you felt the same way about him as he felt about you? As all these thoughts rushed through his mind, he realised that he was, in fact, just standing there, unmoving.

Now fully aware and in control, he kisses you back, mimicking your action by returning the short sweet kiss to your lips.

You both let out a small synchronised chuckle, unsure exactly as to what to do next.

“So, that just happened,” You say, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.

“Yeah, it did, huh?” Charles says, offering you a small smile in return.

“What should we do now?” You ask, your eyes flashing up to make eye contact with him for the first time since the second kiss.

“We should… do it again, maybe?” Charles asks, and you nod, smiling sweetly at him before he once again claims your lips with his own, this time, for a much longer period as the two of you finally get what you had been longing for all this time.

481 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#4

And There Was Only One Bed… - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

505 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#3

Before He Cheats - Daniel Ricciardo x Reader 

514 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

#2

Private Party - Charles Leclerc x Reader

597 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Justice for Citi Zeni fr

766 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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