CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS | daniel ricciardo

PART 4/4 OF BROKEN GLASS AND HONEY SERIES.

CAN ALSO BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT.

PAIRINGS: ex!daniel ricciardo x fem!reader, max verstappen x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

SUMMARY: sometimes you just don’t know the answer until someone’s on their knees and asks you.

WARNINGS: rejection, false hope, infatuation, feelings of hurt and overwhelming pain. let me know if i missed any warnings. this fic is RESTRICTED! learn more here.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: inspired by taylor swift’s song with the same title. we have reached the end of the series! sorry if i hurt some of you emotionally. btw, there are a lot of references to the previous parts in this.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

deal - cl16 (13/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Sharing the bed with your roommate sounds pretty normal. Until ... just wait and see.

Warnings: 18+ (kissing, fingering, mentions of sex), fluff, Charles being worried

Word Count: 3.2k

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A/N: whoopsie. my hands just slipped. minors dni. feedback is appreciated!

Between sleep and being awake is that brief, fleeting moment when you feel more than you think. Your body is relaxed, your heart beats slowly but firmly, and the thoughts that usually keep you awake at night tend to float around in your head like shallow fog. 

You snuggle deeper into bed. 

Under the covers, it's as toasty warm as summer. It feels like you're lying in the sun after a nap on the beach and slowly waking up, which you now want to avoid at all costs, so you press your face back into the soft pillow and the warmth envelops you like a cocoon you never want to slip out of. 

As the comforter slides down a bit from your chest and finds its place warm and heavy on your waist, goosebumps spread on your bare arms. Annoyed, you reach for the hem of the blanket, expecting to feel the fluffy fabric between your fingers so you can wrap yourself in that warmth again, just so you don't lose that feeling. This feeling of home. 

But it's not the blanket that's warm and heavy on you.

"you're too much to deal with!" yeah no shit dude IMAGINE HOW I FEEL.

i love when people invalidate my feelings, it’s one of my favorite things EVER :))

Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself

Billy Harris as Colin Hughes in Ted Lasso (2020-)

Ben Chilwell hugging the trophy and Mason Mount dancing

I adore them

i get so affectionate when i’m sleepy it’s disgusting

When you get called a snack by another snack

we all born tiddies out

that’s how i’m gonna die too

my toxic ass thoughts as they keep me up at 2 am:

clearly everyone is sick of me and that’s ok bc so am I so am I so am i