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@juliettebianchi: i don't know how to start this, i'm so incredibly thankful for everyone and ever brings that's supported me along my career, i'm so honored to be the first french woman to ever win a grand prix. if you told me five years ago, that i'd be racing for ferrari, then i would've laughed in your face. i hope that i continue to have a great season, and continue to blow your minds and impress you all, especially jules. 🫀

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@user1: jules would be so proud of you❤️
- @juliettebianchi: thank you for your kind words💘

@user2: so not deserved LMFAO

@danielricciardo: little juli is growing up😕i'm so proud of you ❤️ love you forever
- @juliettebianchi: i love you more danny🫶

@isabellesantos: parabens, meu amor! i'm so glad i got to watch you grow up into the woman you are today❣️
- @juliettebianchi: obrigada, mãe💘💘love you

@brunamarquenize: PARABENNSSSS MY BITCH!! LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!
- @juliettebianchi: THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU TOO!! (idk why we're writing in caps)
- @neymarjr: i think she's drunk
- @juliettebianchi: makes sense

@landonorris: history-maker! congrats juli❤️
- @juliettebianchi: love you L.🫶

@user3: the way she mentioned jules💔

@thiagosilva: parabens!!❤️❤️

@kylianmbappe: congrats juliette💙
- @juliettebianchi: merci kyky 🫶

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REAL LIFE !

Juliette had finished all her celebrations on the paddock, she also finished her post-race interviews and recovery procedures.

She was currently packing her bag in her drivers room, which contained a few pieces of clothing that she wore when she arrived to the paddock.

Juliette heard a knock on her door. She turned and walked over to the door, and opened it.

Her brows twitched up unexpectedly. As she tilted her head softly.

Antoine Griezzman was stood in front of her. A sheepish expression etched onto his face, as he awkwardly scratched his arm.

"Your PR manager told me you would be here." He started, a toothy smile on his lips. "I just wanted to congratulate you. I couldn't get a hold of you after you left the podium stands, so I figured it would be easier just to meet you at your room."

Juliette smiled politely. "Thank you Antoine. I really appreciate you coming out her and supporting me."

The French man in front of her grinned in response. Juliette felt quite awkward, she hesitated a little, before speaking up. "Um, since you're here, do you wanna join our team's celebration tonight? It's at the club next to-"

"Sorry." Antoine interrupted, quite suddenly, though he was sincere. "I don't think that would be a good idea." Juliette was taken aback at his abruptness.

Juliette's brows furrowed. "Why?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude." Antoine responded. "Plus, I don't think your team mate likes me very much." He cringed slightly at his words.

Juliette's confused expression deepened, before waving him off. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind, plus, it's my party, not his."

Antoine chuckled at Juliette's antics. "Juliette. I'm just gonna be completely honest. I think everyone knows that there's something going on between you." Antoine grinned at her change of expression, it going from pure confusion to an absolute vexed one.

Juliette paused, before stammering. "W-what? There isn't anything going on between us." Her cheeks unintentionally coated itself with a light shade of crimson.

Antoine smiled, noticing her undeniably flustered expression. "Anyone with eyes could see the way he looked at you when you won today. The way you two are so bind together is incredible."

Juliette's lips parted lightly, as a breath caught in her throat. His words processing though her mind.

Surely it was nothing. Just two teammates congratulating one another...right?

Antoine snickered softly at Juliette's face. "I'll see you around?"

Juliette snapped herself out of the dazed spell she put herself it, before plastering a gentle smile on her lips. "Sure. Thank you for coming."

Antoine nodded in response, before waving goodbye to her, and weaving his way throughout the halls of the Ferrari Hospitality.

Juliette shut the door lightly, as she sat on the couch. Absorbing the thoughts that rippled through her mind. It dawned to her that she did feel something undeniable for the Leclerc.

She always did, but it just flared even more when they almost kissed back in Nice.

On the other hand, Charles was stunned, as he stood at the hallway's corner, hiding behind a wall.

He heard the whole conversation.

Charles was on his way out of his drivers room, but once he heard the voice of Antoine Griezzman and Juliette Bianchi across the hall, he stopped himself from walking any further, and decided to listen in.

Charles was infamously nosey, so of course, he had to eavesdrop. Although, he didn't expect their conversation to be so short yet raw, and of course, he didn't expect for him to be mentioned in it.

Charles didn't know how to comprehend it. Even though it was a few words that were shared, it still made his heart pang in his chest.

Knowing that someone else could see his evident tenderness and warmth towards the girl, scared him.

It scared him because it would slowly be evident to Juliette if he didn't conceal himself.

Although, yes, he was finally happy that Antoine was finally out of Juliette's hair.

But Antoine's words cut through Charles deeper than a steak knife could.

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Juliette arrived to the party that her, friends, Ferrari Co-Workers and colleagues had scheduled for her.

They rented out a whole club in the middle of busy Paris.

Juliette walked in arm locked around Daniel's arm. The Aussie had his usual bright smile glided on his lips, as he glanced over to his friend on his right.

"How's the champ feeling?" He teased, his brows wiggling. Juliette smiled. "Amazing! Thanks for organizing all this for me."

"No need to thank me. Charles whipped this all up in 30 minutes, it was actually surprising that he could organize this so fast." Daniel rambled on a bit, as Juliette let out a laugh.

Her heart clenched at the thought of Charles pulling all the strings to get her this party, she definitely would be thanking him later.

She gazed over the flickering club lights, which varied over a few different colors, the lights reflected onto her bright face, as an catchy song she couldn't recognize rippled through the club.

The bar was located in the middle of the area, while the booths and couches were more towards the back.

A waitress passed by, a few drinks on a platter. Daniel smiled at the waiter, and grabbed 2 shots.

The two shared a knowing, mischievous look, as they both downed a shot.

Juliette cringed, as the liquid burned through her throat. She ran her hands over her velvety, red, satin dress. It had two spaghetti straps that draped over her shoulders, and the length of the dress reached mid-thigh.

It was quite scandalous, but Juliette didn't care. It was her night and she was going to do what she wanted.

"Let's go get drunk at the bar and dance after!" Daniel yelled above the music, as it increased in volume.

Juliette sent him a thumbs up, as Daniel dragged her over to the bar.

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(MATURE SCENES UPCOMING!)

Tons of people along the course of the night, had come up to a drunk Juliette, congratulating her for the win that day.

She would fumbled a sort of thank you, before returning to the dance floor-most likely dancing with Daniel or Lando.

Juliette had also seen a ton of other friends at the club, whom she couldn't find again. The entire grid, Neymar, Thiago, and Surprisingly, Kylian Mbappe - who was completely flustered around the girl.

Although, she hadn't seen Charles.

Juliette was currently dancing with Thiago, he grabbed her hand, and spun her around innocently.

She then stumbled a little, the alcohol getting to her head. Her vision was a little hazy, which was a symptom of her lightweight-ness.

Juliette wasn't the best drinker, she would constantly get drunk, and without meaning to. She was very lightweight, which was ultimately amusing to those around her. Pierre and some others would always tease her for it.

Juliette pouted, as she rubbed at her face. "Can we go back to the booth? I feel tired.

Thiago chuckled, before leading her over to the booth they sat at earlier.

Surprisingly, the two found Neymar and Charles conversing in that booth.

Charles was drinking a bottle of beer, while Neymar stuck himself with a lemonade.

"Finally! We found today's winner! Where were you?" Neymar grinned, as Juliette fell onto the couch parallel to the one in front of Neymar and Charles.

Juliette groaned. "Stop screaming. I saw you like an hour ago." It was true, they did have a small conversation st the bar about an hour or so ago.

Thiago sat next to her, an amused smile on his face, before he mouthed to Neymar and Charles. "She's very drunk."

Charles laughed. "Clearly."

Juliette frowned. "Clearly what?" Neymar concealed his snickers, before Juliette piped up. "Ohh! I forgot to t-tell you Charlie, Thanks for making this party for me." She slurred.

Charles smiled half-heartedly. Neymar then whispered to the two other men. "We gotta sober her up a little, she's a mess."

Thiago nodded, before standing up, ushering Neymar with him, to go get a few glasses of water from the bar.

"You're the bestest friend ever, Charles." Juliette slurred as she slumped against the couch.

Charles softly grinned. "I know."

"Maybe Arthur is a tiny bit better than you." Juliette admitted, cheekily. Charles chuckled. "I'm offended."

"That was the invention!" Juliette grinned. Charles furrowed his brows, before correcting her. "It's intention...not invention."

Juliette frowned, before her face settled into an expression of realization. "Oh yeah..."

Charles chuckled once more, as he glazed over her. The way the dress hugged at her body, the way the lights of the club reflected onto her glowy face to perfectly, emphasizing the light freckles that scattered upon her cheeks. She looked like a breath of fresh air, if that were even possible.

True beauty was a rare find, only few posses it. And Juliette was one of them, it was undeniable. Even when she looked like a mess sometimes, she still was as alluring as an enchantress.

"Arthur c-can be annoying sometimes, though." Juliette spoke up, breaking the Leclerc out of the daze he fell into. Charles nodded, playing along with her amusing, drunken thoughts. "Totally."

"I remember when he hit me with the floaty and made me fall into the pool." Juliette giggled, as Charles laughed at her state.

"Remember when he almost caught us in the pool." Juliette giggled once more, as if she were a child. Charles' blood ran cold.

He shuddered. "What?"

"When we were about to... K-I-S-S." She whispered out the last part, the letters of the word 'kiss'.

Charles gulped. This was the first time she had addressed their almost-kiss in Nice. His eyes flickered over her face, as she played around with the hem of her dress, a drunken smile on her face.

"I wish he didn't interrupt us." Juliette admitted, quite boldly, yet softly. Before she started blabbering about another topic.

Charles' eyes widened. Millions of thoughts rippled throughout his mind.

"I wish he didn't interrupt us."

Those words replayed in his mind.

He tighten his hand around the bottle of beer that was set in front of him, his knuckles turning white.

Charles stopped himself.

Juliette couldn't possibly mean what she said . . . she was drunk after all.

But drunk words are sober thoughts.

Right?

Thiago and Neymar came back with three glasses of water in hand.

They placed it in front of Juliette, who tiredly groaned, Thiago laughed at the girl's state, as she frowned.. "I wanna go home. Can I go home?"

Neymar nodded. "Of course you can. Just finish the water."

Juliette groaned, as she lazily grabbed the first glass of water in front of her, taking a sip of it.

Charles was quite stiff, as he watched her silently, drink the water.

"What's wrong with you?" Neymar questioned. Charles snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Thiago chuckled. Charles shook his head, letting out a small laugh. "No, no. I just have a migraine from all the drinks."

A lie.

The two Brazilians nodded, as they silently started chatting.

Charles mindlessly scrolled through his phone, liking a few instagram posts, scrolling through tiktok, etc.

His thoughts were messed up, as if it werewires tangled around each other.

Abruptly, Juliette completely drenched herself in water.

A sheepish look etched onto her face. "Oops."

"For fucks sake, Juli-" Neymar groaned, before Charles piped up.

"I'll go get some paper towels from the toilet!" Juliette smiled, as she stumbled out of her seat, her dress evidently wet.

The three men turned to each other, knowing that she could never be trusted going alone.

"I'm not dealing with her, I've been going along with her shenanigans all night!" Thiago argued, Neymar shrugged. "I'm not going with her because I don't want to." He stated quite bluntly.

Charles scoffed. "And you think I want to?"

The two Brazilians each rose a 'seriously?' brow at the Monegasque, who groaned, before standing up and trailing behind the Bianchi.

Juliette was now a bit more sober than she was before, yet, she still had a drunk element to herself.

Juliette turned as she heard a couple footsteps behind her, as she walked in a secluded hallway that led to the individual bathrooms.

Her eyes met a familiar green, before she grinned cheekily, her brows wiggling. "Are you stalking me?"

Charles rolled his eyes, scoffing softly. "I'm basically baby-sitting you."

"That's offensive."

"Oops." Charles shrugged, as he pulled her into one of the bathrooms. Juliette leaned herself against the counter of the sink, she smiled drunkenly to herself, as she splurged through her thoughts. She was definitely sober now, the water she drank definitely helped. Her thoughts weren't hazy anymore, and she was now running on the adrenaline from the exhilarating night.

"I wanna do a cartwheel." Juliette stated, abruptly. Charles turned away from the paper towel dispenser, and looked at her in a 'What the fuck?' kind of way.

"What?" Charles questioned, a small chuckled left his lips. "In heels?"

His eyes darted down to her red heels. Before he darted up to her face, which was illuminated by the dimmed lights of the bathroom. She chewed the inside of her cheek, as she met his eyes, glancing upon him through her lashes.

"There's a lot of things I can do in heels." Juliette spoke up -boldly. Her tone had a hint of sensuality laced into her voice.

Charles paused, his breath hitching. His stare burning into her, she couldn't make out what it was, it was definitely far from innocent.

He slowly cleared his throat, before turning around to take a few more pieces of tissue out of the dispenser.

Charles avoided her gaze, as he passed her the paper towels.

Her gaze was so angelic, yet so sinful.

He restrained himself as much as possible, as thoughts filled with desire unraveled through his mind.

Juliette sighed, as she became a bit more aware of herself and her surroundings.

She slowly started rubbing at her dress, attempting to absorb the water that had drenched it.

She groaned in frustration, as she aggressively started patting on it. She sighed before rubbing her face with her free hand.

Charles watched her silently, before grabbing the tissue from her gently, and holding onto some of the material of the dress, before using the tissue to absorb it - correctly.

Unconsciously, Juliette started to lean into him a little, due to the close proximity that they didn't seem to realize they were in.

In result of Charles lifting the material of her dress up a little, his eyes lingered onto her exposed thighs.

A little bit of black lace from her underwear peaked from under her dress, making his eyes spiral, his jaw twitched lightly at the sight.

His back stiffened, as he finished helping her.

Charles then realized the postion they were in.

Her back leaning against the counter, as he kept her held against it unconsciously.

His hands then lingered to the outer side of her thighs, giving them a light squeeze as she let out a heavy breath.

Charles' eyes flickered over her compromising postion.

Before peppering her neck with kisses, leaving a few marks behind.

She whined lightly, as she felt him suck onto her soft, delicate skin.

"Juli, please don't whine." Charles groaned into her neck. The sound of her whines only made him even more allured to her.

Juliette couldn't help herself, as she rolled her hips against his crotch, resulting in him moaning into her skin. The vibration of his voice sending heavy waves throughout her.

He then made his way down to her chest, pulling the spaghetti straps of her satin dress off. He grumbled, before grabbing her by the thighs and lifting her up onto the counter.

She threw her head back, as Charles sucked onto the skin between the valley of her breasts, one of his hands circling around her inner thighs, teasing her gently.

"Juliette- OH SHIT!" Neymar stood at the door of the bathroom, as it was thrown wide open.

Juliette froze as Charles practically jumped off of her, the looks on their faces were as if they were caught doing a crime.

They forgot to lock the door.

And Neymar had walked in on them.

What a shitty ending to an exquisite night.

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| AUTHORS NOTE ::
- this chap was originally 5K words long so i decided to split it into two bc it was so long

- hope you enjoyed . . .🫣

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