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cheftsunoda · 2 months ago

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young, dumb & in love — ob87

smau + blurbs

ollie bearman x !leclerc sibling reader

charles leclerc x !sister reader

ollie is in love with the youngest leclerc and no one knows except the two of them

fc : fatherkels

not proofread

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everyonelovesvivi

los angeles, california 📍

liked by charles_leclerc, alexandrasaintmleux, kimi.antonelli & 2,278,174 others.

everyonelovesvivi : LA with my loves @/chanel 🩵 shop the spring ‘25 collection now

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charles_leclerc : beautiful mon cœur! but when are you coming home?:(

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everyonelovesvivi : getting on the plane soon cha

arthur_leclerc : we better be your first stop

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arthur_leclerc : and i expect gifts since i was not allowed on this trip

everyonelovesvivi : guys i was gone for like two weeks but i will see you soon i promise

charles_leclerc : two weeks too long

lorenzotl : ma belle petite soe!

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everyonelovesvivi : je t’aime enzooooo❤️

alexandrasaintmleux : i am so in love with you 😻

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everyonelovesvivi : the actual love of my life

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charles_leclerc : um im right here ???

everyonelovesvivi : i will make her a leclerc before you do

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lando : pretty viv

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everyonelovesvivi: aye get this cougar away from me

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lando : so you like cougars?🧎🏼‍♂️

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arthur_leclerc : currently having someone ban lando from the internet

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kimi.antonelli : così sbalorditivo🤩

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charles_leclerc : i speak italian too. OUT. NOW.

kikagomes : lordddd you are so beautiful it is insane

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everyonelovesvivi : come gimme a kiss angel

pierregasly : can your brothers put a leash on you? save some women for the rest of us

everyonelovesvivi : no but kika can 😈

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arthur_leclerc : going to jump off the nearest bridge now

francolapinto : Qué linda, déjame sacarte y tratarte bien.😻😻

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charles_leclerc : @/carlossainz55 what does this mean

carlossainz55 : So pretty. Let me take you out and treat you right.

francolapinto : snitch

carlossainz55 : padel when you get back???

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everyonelovesvivi : obvi carlitos

alexalbon : not without me!!

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everyonelovesvivi: bring my lily

olliebearman : pretty girl

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everyonelovesvivi : such a cutie pie

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charles_leclerc : just delete this whole post please. i cannot spend all day scolding people in your comments

arthur_leclerc : i can. keep it up. i like to argue

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your pov!

I had barely dropped my suitcase in the hallway when the doorbell rang. I didn’t even have time to change out of my hoodie and Chanel slides. I opened the door, and there he was — all curls, crooked grin, and carrying my favorite overpriced coffee order.

“Missed you,” Ollie said, stepping inside before I could even close the door. He leaned down to kiss me, but I dodged.

“Wait—someone might—”

“Vivienne!” Arthur’s voice echoed through the apartment hallway. “Heard you’re back! We brought snacks!”

We. That means both of them.

I looked at Ollie. He blinked. “What the hell is he doing here?” I hissed.

He raised both hands. “You told me they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well, apparently they lied.”

A knock followed by the sound of the door unlocking. Oh my god. Of course Charles still has a key.

I shoved Ollie toward my bedroom. “Closet. Now.”

His eyes widened. “Viv, I literally just got here.”

“Do you want to die before your next race? Closet. Go.”

He disappeared into my room just as Charles walked in with Arthur trailing behind him, both holding bakery bags and suspicious eyes.

“You look… guilty,” Charles narrowed his eyes.

“I look jet-lagged,” I replied, snatching a croissant. “Thanks for breaking into my home.”

Arthur peered around. “Anyone here?”

I nearly choked. “Why would someone be here?”

“You always FaceTime us when you land,” Charles said slowly. “You didn’t this time. Suspicious.”

“Or I was tired and wanted to shower and sleep without being grilled about my skincare routine.”

There was a loud thump from my bedroom. Arthur’s eyes darted toward the hallway.

“That was… the suitcase. It fell. Clumsy me.”

Charles started walking toward the room.

“NOPE!” I intercepted. “You are not going in there. I have laundry and unpacking and—girl stuff.”

That stopped them. Barely.

Arthur wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”

Charles raised a brow. “You sure everything’s okay?”

Behind me, I prayed Ollie wasn’t currently sneezing in my closet or accidentally stepping on a rogue high heel.

I forced a smile. “Never better.”

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The door finally shut with a click, followed by the sound of footsteps fading down the hallway. I didn’t move. I waited a beat… two… then sprinted to my bedroom and flung the closet door open. Ollie was half-squatting between a pile of shoes and a hanging rail of dresses, eyes wide, hair slightly sticking up, and holding one of my pink fuzzy heels like it had been his emotional support item.

They gone?” he whispered.

“Gone,” I exhaled.

He flopped onto the floor like he’d just won a war. “I saw my life flash before my eyes when Arthur mentioned noise.”

“You’re the one who stepped on my hair curler!”

“You’re the one who has traps in their closet!”

I smacked him with a throw pillow. He grabbed it mid-swat and pulled me down next to him.

“I can’t believe you made me hide like some side character in a teen movie,” he muttered, resting his head on my shoulder. “I drive just like them!”

“You’re lucky you’re not driven over by my brothers.”

He snorted. “If Arthur ever finds out I was hiding in here, I think he might actually try to fight me.”

“Arthur would lose. But dramatically.”

“And Charles?”

I paused. “Charles would smile politely, go completely silent, and then ruin your life in a hundred passive-aggressive ways over the next five years.”

He groaned. “You’ve got such a terrifying family.”

“You’re the one who wanted to date a Leclerc,” I teased, poking his side.

He looked up at me and smirked. “Yeah. And I’d do it again.”

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everyonelovesvivi

monaco 📍

liked by lando, arthur_leclerc, olliebearman & 5,277,954 others.

everyonelovesvivi : back home means back on my bs and back with my beloveds

(ty to whoever sent me this meme on twitter ily) (its not worth it😰)

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charles_leclerc : what is this meme??! i do not understand

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charles_leclerc : mon chèri please delete that before ferrari sees it and posts it 5 times

scuderiaferrari : she already sent me it! thanks viv

everyonelovesvivi: ofc admin!

alexandrasaintmleux : missed you sm my angel

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alexalbon : “back on my bs” means beating my ass in padel and then flirting with my girlfriend

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everyonelovesvivi : exactly

lilymhe : love you pretty gal

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kikagomes : you ate that fit down mama

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lando : you’ve been back for what… a week? and i still haven’t seen you😀🔫

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everyonelovesvivi : literally asked you to lunch yesterday and you said you were busy…okay mr celebrity

maxfewtrell : he does it to me too

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lando : oh so its just a lando hate train now???

isackhadjar : belle fille❤️

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charles_leclerc : not you too. no more rookies allowed.

kimi.antonelli : heyyyy viviii😍

jackdoohan : Viv! Dinner sometime??

olliebearman : the prettiest girl in the world

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gabrielbortoleto_ : 😻😻😻

charles_leclerc : god damnit max come get your kids

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Ollie’s across the court, spinning the racket in that cocky, show-off way that I would find annoying — if I wasn’t hopelessly in love with him.

“Ready, rookie?” I call out with a smirk.

Carlos snorts. “You’re actually terrifying. You’ve got Charles’ obsession with winning and Arthur’s reckless aim.”

Alex groans from beside him. “Yeah, and somehow that combo always ends with me getting hit in the knee.”

“I don’t aim for you,” I say sweetly, bouncing the ball once. “That’s just a bonus.”

I serve hard, and the ball flies past Alex with satisfying precision. He lets out an exaggerated ugh as he stumbles sideways.

“Can you two not flirt mid-game?” he mutters. “Some of us are trying to survive.”

Ollie jogs up to the net, grinning at me, cheeks flushed. “You’re kind of hot when you’re competitive.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Kind of?”

He leans in, just enough so Carlos can definitely hear, and murmurs, “Okay, really hot.”

Carlos groans dramatically. “This is worse than Charles and his guitar phase. I’m getting flashbacks.”

Alex drops his racket entirely. “Am I the only one who came here to play padel and not witness a make out session?”

I turned to face Alex with a smile. “You’re just mad that you are losing.”

“We’re literally tied,” Alex snaps causing Carlos to chuckle.

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everyonelovesvivi added to her story!

seen by alexandrasaintmleux, olliebearman, alexalbon & 4,387,345 others.

carlossainz55 : invite someone who knows how to cook (me)

everyonelovesvivi : you just want leftovers

alexalbon : i was shouting KISS the entire time

everyonelovesvivi : not the ideal hard launch situation

alexandrasaintmleux : will keep charles off the internet as long as possible🫡

everyonelovesvivi: u da best

arthur_leclerc : why was “just kiss already” heard in the background???

read at 9:54 am

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“This is either going to end in an amazing dinner or a fire,” I mutter as Ollie stares at the chopping board like it just insulted him.

“It’s literally a tomato,” I add, nudging his elbow. “Not someone trying to take you out at turn three.”

Ollie side-eyes me with a crooked grin. “You’re one to talk. I saw what you did to the basil.”

“That was artistic slicing,” I say, tossing some into the bowl with flair.

“You looked like you were fighting off demons.”

I shrug, flashing a sweet smile to the camera. “That’s just my process.”

We’re halfway through this Haas x [Brand Name] cooking segment — a crossover no one expected but somehow works. Ollie’s here as part of the team partnership, and I’ve worked with the brand before. Naturally, someone thought putting us in a kitchen together was a good idea.

Spoiler: It wasn’t. But we’re making it work. Mostly.

“You know,” he says under his breath as he reaches past me for the olive oil, “we make a pretty good team.”

I glance at him. “Is that before or after you nearly set the garlic bread on fire?”

“Details.” He grins. “I’d cook with you any day.”

My brain short-circuits for half a second. “Careful. You say stuff like that and the internet’s going to start rumors.”

He leans in just slightly, eyes still on the camera crew. “Maybe I want them to.”

I blink. “Ollie.”

Before I can say anything else, Esteban’s voice comes from behind the monitor. “JUST KISS ALREADY.”

I choke on my laugh, and Ollie immediately goes red, hiding behind a tea towel like it might save him.

The brand rep looks delighted. I already know the clip will be all over social media within the hour. We keep filming, but our hands brush more than necessary. His smile lingers a little too long. My cheeks hurt from trying not to look too obvious.

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olliebearman

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olliebearman : wasn’t our weekend but at least i had good company.

onto monaco

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everyonelovesvivi : i told you not to take that pic until the pancakes came out…they were the real star of the show 😍

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olliebearman : picture looks great without them

arthur_leclerc : wait what

kimi.antonelli : ooooo i made it to an ollie photo dump 😻😻

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haasf1team : who gave you permission to be this aesthetic?

arthur_leclerc : @/charles_leclerc

everyonelovesvivi : u r so annoying i stg

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everyonelovesvivi

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, olliebearman, lando & 4,478,295 others.

everyonelovesvivi : “forza ferrari” i yell as they drag me to my padded cell.

watching this team gives me a bellyache. charles find a new team.

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lando : we need to put this caption on merch

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everyonelovesvivi : “watching this team gives me a bellyache” in Ferrari script? say less

charles_leclerc : i honestly feel like you could come up with better strategy atp

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everyonelovesvivi : def could @/scuderiaferrari put me in coach

scuderiaferrari : go ahead. what do we have to lose?

olliebearman : at least we met a cute puppy

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arthur_leclerc : don’t think i forgot about you bearman

everyonelovesvivi : you are about as intimidating as leo

carlossainz55 : that team gave me a bellyache too

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everyonelovesvivi : so much so that they had to emergently take some of your tummy out

isackhadjar : seeing a whole lot of ollie here???🤨

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everyonelovesvivi

paris, france 📍

liked by alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc, lewishamilton & 12,357,022 others.

everyonelovesvivi : a little bit surreal, a lot bit real — proud (and still slightly panicked) to share that i got to design my own collection for @/louisvuitton. every stitch, every sketch, every late night was worth it. i can’t wait to show you what we made— (here are a few sneak peeks while you wait)

thank you again for trusting me @/pharrell & @/louisvuitton. all the love in the world. 💋

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charles_leclerc : HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS

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everyonelovesvivi : surprise?

charles_leclerc : holy shit, congratulations mon chèri! so proud of you.

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arthur_leclerc : am i a model or am i banned

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everyonelovesvivi : banned due to the fact that you broke into my apartment and ate my leftovers out of my own fridge

arthur_leclerc : understandable

arthur_leclerc : BUT OMG IM SO PROUD OF YOU

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olliebearman : i stood up and screamed so fast i almost fell

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everyonelovesvivi : don’t hurt yourself— i need that beautiful face bruise free when i send you down the runway

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zendaya : obsessed already

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haasf1team : team fits??

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kikagomes : OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

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alexandrasaintmleux : i am literally so proud of you. this is insane!!

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lewishamilton : This is absolutely insane, Vivi. I can’t wait to see the rest! Congratulations

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everyonelovesvivi : the fashion god himself 🧎🏻‍♀️

pierregasly : how much is too much? bc i will be buying the whole collection.

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everyonelovesvivi : not a question a frenchman should ever asked. go wild.

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My heart was pounding out of my chest but I’d never let anyone see it. I sat next in between Alex, Kika and Lily as we all got our makeup done. Today was the day, the day I unveiled my collection.

“Ms. Leclerc?” I heard the PR girl ask. I turn my head towards her.

“You have some guests. Is it okay to let them back?” she asked, clipboard in hand.

I blinked, surprised. “Of course. Please.”

Almost immediately, the door opened and a flood of familiar voices and footsteps filled the room.

“There she is!” Arthur’s voice rang out, full of excitement as he strode in ahead of Charles. Both of them wore those looks that said, I’m proud but trying not to embarrass you. Charles caught my eye and gave me a smile. “Knew you’d kill it. You look incredible.”

I tried to keep my smile steady. “Save the compliments for after. I don’t want to cry before I walk.”

Lily laughed softly beside me, raising her eyebrow. “If you do, we’ll fix your makeup. No worries.”

More faces followed — Carlos, Lando, Oscar, Pierre, George — half the grid, it seemed, all gathered backstage as if this was a race day pit stop. Many were decked out in pieces from my collection, which I knew Charles had sneakily shared far and wide.

“I said sneak peeks, not wardrobe raids,” I teased Charles, who just shrugged with a grin.

“Brand awareness,” he replied smoothly.

Then Ollie slipped in quietly, without a fuss or fanfare. His calm presence cut through the excitement like a cool breeze. He gave me a soft smile as he moved to stand close by, close enough that I felt the warmth radiate without him needing to say a word.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, just for me.

I met his eyes in the mirror, nodding. “Trying to be.”

He smirked. “You’re about to show everyone the world you’ve been building in your head. That’s pretty damn impressive.”

I laughed softly. “I was hoping you’d notice that jacket with the cropped collar.”

“Maybe,” he teased. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you shine — terrifying and brilliant all at once.”

I caught his gaze a moment longer than I should have, then remembered the room full of people watching us — my brothers, friends, the grid — and pulled myself together.

Arthur plopped into the chair beside me, draping an arm over the back. “She cried over fabric samples last month, but today? Rock solid. Explain that.”

“Growth,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Delusion,” Lily shot back with a grin.

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The last model stepped off the runway, and the applause hit like a wave—loud, overwhelming, and utterly real. I let out a shaky breath, finally allowing myself to relax just a little. Backstage, Ollie was waiting, calm and steady as always. Without a word, he reached out, his hand finding mine, fingers curling around gently. The warmth of his touch grounded me in a way nothing else could.

“You absolutely nailed it,” he said softly, his voice low and warm.

I glanced up at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Not sure I believe that yet.”

He gave me a slow, confident smile, the kind that made the noise outside feel distant and irrelevant. “I do.”

He placed a small kiss on my forehead. For a brief moment, it was just us—quiet in the chaos—until the door suddenly burst open.

Charles, Arthur, Maman, Carlos, and half the grid came rushing in, their faces glowing with excitement and pride.

“You were incredible,” Charles said, his grin impossibly wide.

Arthur pulled me into a quick hug. “You made history tonight.”

Maman’s eyes shimmered with tears as she held me close. “My brilliant girl.”

Carlos handed me a bouquet, still laughing. “Told you I’d come through with the flowers.”

Lando and Oscar were already bickering over who cheered the loudest, and through it all, Ollie squeezed my hand once more before letting go.

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I wasn’t nervous until we got out of the car.

Ollie, of course, looked like he’d been born on a red carpet — cool, calm, a hand resting casually on my lower back as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Which, to be fair, it kind of was. Just… not in front of every F1 driver and WAG we know.

“You good?” he murmured as we stepped up to the entrance, where security was checking names.

“Define ‘good,’” I muttered. “My brothers are inside. You’re holding my hand. This is either going to be iconic or catastrophic.”

He grinned. “Why not both?”

The door opened, and in we walked.

The screening room was dimly lit, scattered with couches and plush cinema seats — very “rich people private event” coded. There were maybe thirty people total. Kika and Lily sat near the front, mid-laugh, next to Carlos and Alex. Arthur and Charles were by the snack bar, Arthur already holding two slushies like he was twelve.

And then they saw us.

I felt it happen in waves — the way every conversation subtly paused, every head turned just slightly. It wasn’t dramatic, just noticeable. Like a ripple through still water.

Ollie didn’t hesitate. He gave a small wave with his free hand — as if this was nothing. As if we hadn’t just walked into the F1 equivalent of a family dinner and announced, surprise, we’re dating.

I caught Kika’s eyes first. She blinked, mouth dropping open just slightly. Lily leaned over, said something, and then visibly gasped. Carlos snorted into his drink. Alex gave us a slow, approving nod.

Charles and Arthur? Oh, they froze.

Arthur looked personally victimized. Charles’s brows shot so high I thought they’d fly off his face.

I braced.

And then Charles, ever the dramatic older brother, just crossed his arms and said loudly, “Et depuis quand?”

“Depuis longtemps,” I replied sweetly, pulling Ollie a little closer.

Arthur just groaned and flopped against the wall like the world had ended. “I knew something was up when you posted that video cooking together. You were looking at each other like—like—like it was a rom-com montage!”

“Happy for you, bro,” Lando said, appearing behind them and giving Ollie a subtle high five. “I give it fifteen minutes before Charles starts threatening to run you off the track.”

“He already did that,” Carlos deadpanned.

To his credit, Charles recovered quickly. He walked over, studied Ollie.

“I don’t love this,” he said to me. “But I like him. So… I’ll behave.”

“For now,” Arthur added, pointing a slushie straw at Ollie. “I’m watching you.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling.

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everyonelovesvivi

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everyonelovesvivi : i love my bf

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haasf1team : our favorite duo

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charles_leclerc : sigh. now that I know I have to see it all over my feed all the time

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everyonelovesvivi : yes but now at least you don’t have to chase half the grid out of my comment section

charles_leclerc : true

alexandrasaintmleux : so cute 🫶🏻

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lando : kind of expected a more emotional reaction from Charles

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olliebearman : if it makes you feel better…at the first family dinner Charles threatened me for 45 minutes while viv and Arthur played fifa

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lando : yep that sounds like the charles I know

carlossainz55 : FINALLLYYYY

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charles_leclerc : wait how long did you know???

carlossainz55 : like since it happened

charles_leclerc : oh the betrayal

olliebearman : love you forever even if it means dealing with your brothers for that long too❤️

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olliebearman

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olliebearman : i love my gf

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everyonelovesvivi : my whole world

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alexalbon : so proud of you, my child.

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charles_leclerc : watch those hands, bearman.

olliebearman : yes sir 🤓

arthur_leclerc : unfollowing both of you for my mental health

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everyonelovesvivi : oh good so I can be thirsty for ollie on my main

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charles_leclerc : absolutely not

arthur_leclerc : vivienne i will find the nearest bridge and launch myself off of it

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🦋🌙🧚🏻🪲🐢🦕🪼

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ellieputellas · 5 months ago

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just do it | alexia x reader

Your roommate Alexia catches you staring at her abs so she lets you experience them firsthand. (TLDR: you ride Alexia's abs) — inspired by this caitvi fanart and this other caitvi fanart

tags / contains: wc: 4k+, MINORS DNI!, smut, roommate!Alexia, playful!Alexia, grinding on Alexia's abs, fingering r!receiving, some dirty talk and teasing, petname usage, just absolute sloppy smut, not proofread

masterlist | do not repost or plagiarize!

“What are you staring at?”

You nearly jumped out of your seat and spilt your oatmeal as Alexia’s teasing, breathy voice reached your ear. Her hands poked at your waist, and you instinctively flinched, startled by her sudden presence. You turned around to see her, still in her workout gear, glistening in sweat from her morning jog. She smirked, pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

You clutched your phone close to your chest. "Nothing," you blurted out a little too quickly, avoiding her gaze as you tried to act casual. "Just scrolling through Instagram."

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows, looking at you suspiciously. "Yeah?" She tilted her head. "Then why are you holding your phone like it’s some kind of secret?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Looking at something naughty, huh?"

Without warning, Alexia lunged, reaching for your phone with that playful grin of hers. Despite being older than you, she often acted like a mischievous child with you. It wasn’t unusual for her to sneak up on you and pinch the side of your waist just to catch you off guard. Sometimes, she’d tickle you or wrestle you for the remote control whenever she wanted to watch a football game and you were hogging the living room television to watch Temptation Island – which you found ridiculous, considering she had her own TV in her room. She was always so touchy and playful, and it only made your crush on her that much more complicated.

There was no denying that you had a crush on Alexia. When a friend mentioned that someone from her high school was looking for a roommate, you never imagined that person would be none other than World Cup winner, double Ballon d'Or holder, and FC Barcelona superstar, Alexia Putellas. You were already a fan of hers, but living with her? That was something else entirely.

Especially when she was so effortlessly comfortable around you, showing a playful side you never expected — one that only made your crush grow even harder.

Alexia was relentless as she tried to grab your phone. To prevent you from running off, Alexia straddled you to trap you to your seat, her legs brushing against yours as she closed the gap. She laughed at your futile attempts to keep the phone away from her. For a moment, you forgot about the teasing and how annoyed you should’ve felt by her persistence. Instead, your heart raced at the proximity. Her scent, fresh from the jog, her soft laugh — everything about her was just... overwhelming.

Taking advantage of your distractedness, Alexia got the better of you. She snatched your phone from your hand and bolted into her room before you could even realize. You sat there, wide-eyed and stunned. It all happened so quickly; you should have known Alexia – with her relentlessness and her athleticism – was not going to let you win this.

You bit your lip as you began pacing your living room, waiting for her to get out of her room. Well, I have a password on my phone. There is no fucking way she’s going to open it. You paused and sighed, plopping down on the couch. Unless she guesses it.

Moments later, Alexia emerged from her room with an exaggerated smirk, holding your phone up like a trophy. By the look on her face, you can just tell that she guessed your password correctly. "So, looking at my Nike photos, huh?" She laughed softly as she flipped your screen to her, showing you the photos of her you had saved.

Uh oh.

Your face heated instantly as you swallowed hard. You had, in fact, been ogling her latest Nike ads – the one where her abs and sculpted back muscles were on full display. When Alexia told you that her new ads were coming out earlier that week, you hadn’t expected the photos to be… of this nature.

Sure, Alexia was often just roaming around your place in just a sports bra post-workout. But you always made sure to avert your gaze, pretending you weren’t affected or even paying attention to her. Because looking directly at her in real life? That would be too obvious. Too dangerous. You didn’t want to get too flustered and even more infatuated with your roommate; it would mess up your dynamic.

So, really, you could only admire her from a distance, through the safety of a screen. And those photos… were something else. They were everything you’ve ever needed.

"Uhh, I—" you stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of how flustered you were. "I-I mean, the ad is really good. Y’know, woman empowerment and stuff. That’s so…feminist of you. It’s great."

Alexia's eyes sparkled with amusement at your stammering. "You think so?" She took her time, casually handing your phone back to you with a knowing smile. Her voice was low and teasing. She took another step closer, just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Feminism, huh?" She arched an eyebrow, letting the words linger in the air before she casually lifted the bottom hem of her tank top, revealing the sharp definition of her abs. The sheen of her sweat accentuated the contours of her flexed muscles.

“Was it the feminism that moved you, or…” The smirk on her face grew as her voice trailed off, leaving you to fill in the blanks. You tried so hard to not be affected but your traitorous eyes flickered downward before you could stop them. You felt your chest tighten, blood rushing to your face as you quickly shook your head, trying to clear the fog that was quickly filling your brain. Shit.

Alexia had initially only meant to tease you for a reaction — like she always did — but the way you were responding now… this was something else.

She loved riling you up; she found endless amusement in the way you’d scrunch your nose and swat at her hand whenever she pinched your side or poked at your waist. Sometimes, you’d smack her lightly on the arm and tell her to piss off, which only made her laugh harder. Alexia loved the way you always got worked up, looking like an angry kitten.

She had grown addicted to getting that look from you. It was playful, endearing, and gave her an excuse to do more… tickle you, mess with you, annoy you just enough to keep the game going. There were even times when you’d return the teasing, and that made her laugh even harder. She loved it. The back-and-forth, the way you’d both get caught up in it, made her feel close to you in a way that was fun, lighthearted.

But this? This was new.

Now, instead of rolling your eyes or teasing her back, your cheeks were flushed and your breath unsteady. You weren’t pushing her away or scowling at her; you were caught off guard, flustered and flushed in a way she had never seen before

“Huh,” It came out of her mouth in a breathy, curious tone.

She stepped forward and you instinctively moved back until your calves hit the couch. Alexia smirked slightly, the edges of her mouth tugging up, but she quickly wiped the grin off of her face. She decided she was going to push this, test the waters, and tease you in an entirely new way.

Alexia pouted as she moved impossibly closer. “Are you mad at me? You look awfully red.” She asked with a softer voice, feigning curiosity as she put a hand under your chin and tilted your face up to force you to look at her. “Hey, cariño, you know I’m just teasing.”

You swallowed, nodding stiffly before swatting her hand away. “Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you muttered, grasping for an escape. “I just… don’t like it when people grab my phone like that.”

It was a flimsy excuse, but you just needed to shake her off and stop her from staring at you so intensely. Something about those beautiful hazel eyes... it was just too much.

Before you could step away, Alexia snaked her hand around your waist and pulled you flush against her. You tensed as you felt the warmth of her body against yours. “Hmm,” her soft voice vibrated against your ear.

“You know,” she murmured, her voice a low-toned whisper, “I only tease you because you look so damn cute when you’re all riled up.” You swallowed hard as your pulse quickened. Alexia lingered close, her lips brushing against your ear before she pulled back just enough to study your face.

Just wanting to get whatever this was over with, you nodded, still refusing to look Alexia in the eyes. Alexia smiled slightly. “If you really wanted to look at my abs,” she mused, her fingers pushing under your top to trace circles into the skin of your back. “You could’ve just asked.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes and pushed her away slightly but Alexia’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Ooh, there’s my feisty kitten,” Alexia teased. It wasn’t foreign to Alexia to call you silly, teasing nicknames but now it just felt charged. She leaned in, voice dropping just enough to make you shiver. “Don’t you wanna look at it now?”

The low timbre of her laugh sent a shiver straight down your spine, leaving you vulnerable and weak in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“Well, if you don’t want to look at them…” she murmured, her fingers grazing yours. She delicately took your hand, slowly guiding it towards her exposed abdomen. “…you can touch them instead.”

Your breath hitched, coming out in uneven, hot puffs as Alexia guided your trembling hands over her flexed abs. The sensation of her firm, sweat-slicked stomach against your clammy fingers was driving you insane.

You had spent so much time and effort avoiding anything that would cross the line. You were always diverting her touchy nature with playful swats or annoyed gestures to keep things uncomplicated. You thought maybe that was enough to keep your feelings at bay, enough to avoid turning your little crush into a full-blown infatuation. The last thing you needed was to complicate your relationship with your roommate.

But here she was now, undoing everything you worked hard to do.

“Hmm,” Alexia hummed, her voice dripping with amusement. “Better than you imagined?”

Her smile widened as she watched your chest rise and fall with shaky breaths. She tilted her head, eyes flicking between your lips and your slightly parted lips. She followed your gaze, which was now fixated on the firm muscles beneath your fingertips.

“Staring at me like that, cariño?” she teased, tilting her head as if examining you. “Not very feminist of you.”

The teasing tone in her voice should have snapped you out of it, but instead, it sent a pulse of heat straight through you. You forced yourself to shake your head, mustering just enough strength to lift your hand to smack her in the arm.

But Alexia was faster. She caught your wrist with ease, and before you could react, she twisted both of your arms behind your back, restraining you and pulling you closer to her. The sudden proximity left you breathless, her firm grip keeping you upright as you nearly stumbled back onto the couch. Then, suddenly, her lips were pressed against yours.

You let out a sharp inhale against her lips, body stiff with shock. Alexia’s mouth moved against yours with a confidence that made your head spin. You tried to protest and push her away but with her holding your hands behind your back, you were completely trapped.

A million thoughts surged through your mind as the anxiety filled you. This was Alexia. Your roommate. Your friend. The one person you swore you wouldn’t complicate things with. But the way she kissed you, like she had been waiting for this just as long as you had, made every single reason you had for resisting dissipate.

Sensing your hesitation, Alexia pulled back just enough to breathe against your lips. “Stop fighting it,” she murmured, her voice low, slightly breathless. Her nose brushed against yours, and she tilted her head, lips grazing over your cheek in a way that made you shudder. “I know you want me.”

And god, did you.

The last thread of restraint inside you snapped as she kissed you again, deeper this time, her grip on you loosening just slightly. You pushed forward, pressing into her, completely melting into her kiss.

“Let me go,” you whispered against her lips, voice unsteady and muffled.

Alexia chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest. “Mm, I don’t know,” she teased, fingers tightening as she firmly pulled on them one last time before finally letting your wrists slip free. Without missing a beat, you slid your arms around her neck, pulling her closer against you as you kissed her back, properly this time.

Alexia kissed better than you could have ever imagined. She was intense, passionate but still careful and measured with her hands delicately holding you at the waist, fingers tracing small circles against your skin. As the kiss deepened, Alexia started moving you and pulling you towards her bedroom. She barely broke away from your lips as she fumbled with the stubborn doorknob, cursing softly in frustration before finally pushing the door open.

She swiftly sat on the bed, pulling you on to her lap. Her lips left yours to trace along your jaw, slow and deliberate, before trailing down the length of your throat. The first drag of her tongue against your pulse made you whimper, and when she latched onto the soft skin at the base of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave her mark, you moaned outright.

Alexia chuckled, the vibrations spreading through your skin, setting every nerve in your body alight. You barely realized you had started grinding against her lap until she tensed beneath you, her hands tightening around your waist.

“Fuck, get this off,” you moaned out as you tugged on her shirt. “I need to see you properly this time.”

She smiled, wasting no time pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. Your breath hitched as you put your hands on her abs, tracing every curve and contour. Alexia chuckled as she leaned back, propping herself up with her elbows firm on the mattress, further engaging her core. You cursed under your breath as you felt them firm up beneath your fingertips. “Fuck.”

Alexia watched you, amused, letting you admire her. She loved the way your eyes were taking every bit of her in. You were practically devouring her with your eyes. But before you could fully enjoy admiring her, she leaned in, pressing her lips to the shell of your ear. “Why don’t we try something?” she murmured, voice dripping with something dangerous. “Just… indulge me.”

You cocked up an eyebrow as you looked at the older woman who had a playful smile on her face. Without explanation, Alexia sat up from her leaned-back posture and caught your lips in a deep kiss again.You barely had time to react before you felt her hands at the waistband of your pajama shorts, fingers toying with the elastic.

The second she tugged at them, you broke away, standing swiftly so she could pull them off without resistance. The heat between your legs was undeniable now. Alexia swore she could feel her mouth water as her eyes fell upon them in a dark gaze.

“Fuck,” Alexia cursed. She grabbed you by the hips, moving her head towards your hips to plant a kiss on the dip of your hips. “Look at that… so wet for me.”

A breath escaped your lips. “I want you to do something for me, cariño.” She murmured, pressing another lingering kiss on your bare hip.

“Yeah?” It came out softer and more submissive than you thought.

Alexia smirked at that, her eyes darkening slightly as she leaned back against the pillows propped up on her headboard. You hesitantly crawled onto the bed, feeling awkward and self-conscious about your nakedness. But the moment you were within reach, Alexia’s hands found your waist, strong and firm as she pulled you back into her lap.

She looked at you with a slight sparkle in her eyes. “I want you to grind on my abs.”

Your eyes widened and you nearly choked on your own breath. “W-what?”

Alexia chuckled, running hands over your thighs, brushing impossibly close to your center but never quite touching. The teasing gestures had your eyes fluttering in pleasure, desperate for more “Go on, cariño,” she purred, tilting her head as she watched you. “I want to feel you riding me.”

You didn’t have to think too hard. In fact, you didn’t have to think at all. It was as if your animalistic instinct took over. You put your hands firm against the headboard, gripping it tightly as you lowered yourself on her, gasping as you felt contact. A wave of pleasure shot through you.

“Wait, let’s get this off.” Alexia hummed, pulling off your top, and exposing your bare chest to her. “Now, that’s a sight.”

A blush crept across your cheeks, but before you could react, she pressed a slow, lingering kiss just between your breasts. She moved her mouth from the center to your right breast, capturing the erect nipple with her warm, wet mouth. You swallowed hard and hesitantly rolled your hips against her abs, testing the friction. Moans threatened to spill out of your mouth as soon as you moved your body against her. Your slick covered Alexia’s stomach with every movement, which the Catalan absolutely loved. Finally, a moan escaped your lips as your swollen clit dragged against the firm muscles beneath you. The sensation had you shivering in pleasure already.

Your movements started slow and hesitant, testing out the water. But Alexia was growing impatient; she wanted to see you fully riding her out and screaming her name in pleasure. She had enough of this slow grind nonsense. Her hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as she pressed you down harder against her.

“Come on,” Her voice came out with a rasp. “Show me how much you want me.”

You obeyed without thinking, your hands sliding from the headboard to grasp at her arms for support. You rocked your hips harder, faster, feeling the delicious friction of her muscles against your aching clit. Alexia guided your hips, pressing you down against her. With your full weight against her, each movement and roll of your hips was rewarded with a warm pleasure that filled your body.

You managed to open your eyes momentarily to take a look at Alexia. And the way she was staring at you… it was intense. Her gaze had turned feral with sharp hazel eyes fixated on every inch of your body, watching your hips roll and your boobs bounce with every hip gyration. Her lips were parted slightly, left breathless by the insane sight of you grinding against her, leaving her soaked in your sweet nectar.

“Fuck,” she groaned, one hand leaving your waist to glide up your body. They settled at the middle of your back, supporting your weight. The shift in angle had your clit rubbing directly against the hardest ridge of her abs, and your whole body trembled as a string of sloppy moans and whimpers spilled from your lips.

“That’s it,” Alexia murmured, her voice nearly a growl. “Keep going, cariño. Use me.”

Her words alone were enough to drive you insane. You picked up the pace and held firmly against Alexia to grind against her, chasing after the pleasure that was developing inside you. You threw your head back as you continued to recklessly ride your roommate’s abs, letting each ridge graze against your bud. With each movement, your moans got louder, more lewd. If you weren’t so brainfucked, you would have taken a moment to thank god for the fact that Alexia’s apartment had thick walls or else all the other neighbours would have heard you.

“Alexia…” It came out breathily and weakly. “I’m going to– I’m going to—”

“I know, cariño.” Alexia purred, her voice smooth and intoxicating. “I’ll give you a reward as soon as you do.”

Your breath hitched, and you nodded, biting your lip. Alexia’s hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you up effortlessly so you could thoughtlessly grind against her abs. Your thighs were burning and you were growing sloppier with each hip movement but the way Alexia stared at you – lower lip tucked in between her teeth, eyes dark with desire, letting out low groans as she felt the drag of your slick against her stomach— kept you going.

Your arms were shaking and your legs were growing weak. The pleasure was building up almost to a peak. "Come on, just a bit more,” she urged, voice thick with hunger.

And suddenly, the pleasure was rippling throughout your body. Your body shook as warmth flooded every inch of you. You would have gone completely limp if Alexia had not propped you up with her strong hands.

Your brain was still foggy and your body was still weak when she suddenly flipped you over, pressing you into the mattress. Before you could catch your breath, Alexia was between your legs, her fingers pushing inside you in one smooth motion. A strangled cry tore from your throat as you felt her long fingers enter you, hitting every spot that sent pleasure all over your body with every thrust. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek — so tender, so deceptively sweet — while her fingers moved in contrast with rough but deliberate thrusts.

You held Alexia close, clawing at her back, nails sinking into the exposed parts of it. Alexia moaned against your ear. Even if you were roughly clawing at her back, the pain felt more like pleasure; the sting only fuelling her desire. She picked up the pace, her movements rough and unrelenting, thrusting deeply inside you. Her fingers were longer than yours and they were reaching parts you could never reach; it was a novel experience that you were starting to grow addicted to.

Soon, your vision was starting to blur as heat pooled low in your belly. You just knew another orgasm was building. “You feel so good, cariño.” She hummed against your ear, breathy and warm. “Love your tight pussy.”

You groaned out. Alexia smiled agaisnt your neck. “Fuck, you sound so good.” She was once again dragging her tongue against your neck before biting and sucking against the flesh. The sensation of her mouth against you and your fingers inside you was driving you over the edge. “Yeah, cum for me, baby.”

You felt yourself tighten around Alexia’s fingers. You held onto her tightly, involuntarily moving your hips to match her movements. “Ale… Alexia, fuck.” You moaned in her ear. “Fuck!”

Alexia firmly thrusted deeply one last time. You arched your back, feeling your orgasm fill you once more. Alexia thrusted a few more times, letting you ride out the sensation before completely pulling out.

You blinked hazily, still trying to gather your thoughts as your body slowly came down from its high. Your limbs felt like jelly, your breath uneven, and your brain was struggling to piece together anything coherent. Meanwhile, Alexia looked completely smug, smiling at you.

You let out a heavy sigh to admire her for a moment. She looked impossibly gorgeous even with her hair tousled and a thin sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint to them.

“So… remind me again,” she asked as she lowered her face to plant a kiss on your collarbone. “What was it you liked about my ad? You said something about… women empowerment?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned. “God, you’re so annoying.”

Alexia merely smirked. “Yeah?” she hummed, tilting her head as if deep in thought. “Maybe you should punish me for being so annoying.”

Alexia planted another kiss between your collarbones and neck before moving up to plant a kiss below your jaw then to the side of your ear. Her fingers trailed lower once more, settling at the dip of your hipbones. She whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “You can shut me up if you sit on my face.”

You lightly smacked her shoulder, causing her to chuckle. “Now?” You looked at her incredulously. “You just fucked my brain out and my legs are practically jelly. I’d probably end up suffocating you.”

Alexia chuckled, her voice low and amused. “Mmm, I don’t think I’d mind that.” She pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Just can’t get enough,” she said with another kiss. “I really can't help it... my roommate is so hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the statement even if it did turn you on a little bit. “Alexia, I haven’t done that before. I’m seriously gonna suffocate you with my butt.” You groaned, trying to make light of the situation to mask your self-consciousness. You never really slept with much women so you weren’t sure how face-riding worked. Hell, it was a miracle you were somehow able to pull off riding her abs. “I just don’t wanna disappoint you.”

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows. “Cariño, you could never disappoint.” She said with a firmer tone. “Besides, I’m seriously so desperate to taste you.”

You hesitated, unsure if your body could even take another orgasm. Alexia leaned in to kiss your lips tenderly. “Don’t overthink it,” she said before giving you another kiss. You could feel her smile against your lips just before she pulled away, looking at you with a playful smile and a sparkle in her eyes. “Just do it.”

a/n: again not proofread! please be nice! (also sorry for disappearing AGAIN! just a tad uninspired to write lately! i promise i'll be back... at some unspecified time... to write more substantial fanfics) | masterlist

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shinyotachi · 2 years ago

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Makeplace is fun to mess with but it does not necessarily solve the problem called "i have no fucking clue how i want to decorate my house in game"

#savvy plays ffxiv #i need a like... jumping off point tbh #fc house was easy bc i just gave everyone free reign and then used what people placed as a starting point #and the apartment i p much just took what someone had done with their house and tweaked some things

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ari-ana-bel-la · 5 months ago

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Hello queen. You are my favourite writer on tumblr. I'm always so excited when I see that you updated something. Could I please request Carlos daughter being a huge Barcelona football fan instead of Real Madrid. And when the drivers all together watch a game against those two and Real wins, Carlos daughter running to Charles cause her father made her team lose

Thank you so much 💓

Real vs Barca

The paddock buzzed with its usual pre-race energy. Engineers ran last-minute checks, journalists hovered with their microphones at the ready, and fans crowded the stands, hoping for a glimpse of their favorite drivers. But amid all the racing chaos, Carlos had only one thing on his mind today: El Clásico.

It wasn’t just any match—it was Real Madrid vs. Barcelona. A day of rivalry, passion, and, most importantly, a chance for him to rub in Madrid’s superiority once and for all.

But there was one major problem.

His own daughter, Yn, was a Barcelona fan.

Carlos still didn’t understand how it happened. He had done everything right. When Yn was born, he had immediately wrapped her in a Real Madrid onesie, played Madrid anthems in the nursery, and even taught her to clap whenever he said “Hala Madrid.” For a while, it worked. She would happily wear Madrid’s white jersey, cheering along without question.

Then she turned four.

Suddenly, she had opinions. Suddenly, she loved FC Barcelona.

It had started with her favorite color—blue. Then it was the cool Barcelona crest, then the way her little heart decided Gavi was her favorite player. And now, today, in the motorhome filled with drivers who came to watch the game, she stood proudly in a tiny Barcelona jersey with Gavi’s name printed on the back.

Carlos groaned in despair.

“Mi amor, por favor, why are you doing this to me?” he sighed dramatically, kneeling to her level.

Yn giggled, her brown eyes sparkling mischievously. “Barca is the best, Papá!”

“No, mija, Madrid is the best,” Carlos corrected, fixing her jersey like he could erase the colors from existence. “We are Madridistas in this house.”

Yn shook her head firmly. “I am Barca.”

“Dios mío,” Carlos muttered, standing up as Max, Lando, Pierre, and Charles walked into the room, holding bowls of snacks and drinks.

“Are we ready for the drama?” Lando smirked, plopping onto the couch.

“The game or the father-daughter war?” Pierre teased, nodding toward Carlos, who had his arms crossed, glaring at the tiny Barcelona fan.

“The war,” Max answered, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Because if Barca wins, Carlos might actually cry.”

Carlos groaned. “She’s four! She’s supposed to listen to me.”

“She’s four,” Charles corrected, leaning against the table with a smug grin. “She does what she wants.”

Yn grinned up at her uncle Charlie and reached her little arms out. “Up!”

Carlos watched in horror as his own daughter abandoned him and climbed into Charles’ arms, snuggling against him.

“Oh, come on!” Carlos threw his hands in the air. “She’s my daughter!”

“She’s also my niece,” Charles teased, poking Yn’s side and making her giggle. “And clearly, she has taste.”

“She does not have taste!” Carlos objected. “She’s four, she doesn’t even know what taste is!”

Yn gasped dramatically. “I do know! And Barca is better.”

Max whistled lowly. “Oof, Carlos, I think she’s got you there.”

Carlos covered his face with his hands. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

As the game started, the room filled with anticipation. Carlos sat on the couch, Yn nestled beside Charles, her little legs swinging off the edge. Every time Barcelona touched the ball, she cheered loudly, clapping her hands.

Carlos groaned. His own daughter was against him.

“She’s happy,” Charles said with a chuckle, rubbing Yn’s back.

“I am not,” Carlos deadpanned.

The game was intense. Real Madrid took the lead, and Carlos cheered loudly, pumping his fists in the air. Yn pouted, crossing her arms. Then Barcelona equalized, and she jumped up, screaming excitedly, throwing her little arms around Charles.

Carlos watched in betrayal.

When Real Madrid scored again, Carlos lifted his arms victoriously.

“¡Vamos! That’s what I’m talking about!” He grinned at Yn. “See, mi amor? Madrid is better.”

Yn stuck out her tongue at him. “Not true!”

The final minutes were nerve-wracking, but when the referee blew the whistle, the score read 2-1 to Real Madrid.

Carlos jumped up, celebrating like he had won a Grand Prix.

Yn, however, looked absolutely devastated. Her little face fell, her lip wobbling, eyes glassy with tears.

“Mi niña, don’t be sad,” Carlos said quickly, kneeling in front of her. “It’s just a game, okay? You’ll win next time.”

Yn sniffled. Then, her little eyebrows furrowed, and she glared at Carlos.

“This is your fault.”

Carlos blinked. “What?”

Yn stomped her tiny foot. “You were too happy! That’s why Barca lost!”

The entire room erupted into laughter.

“No, no, no,” Carlos quickly shook his head, trying to grab her hands, but Yn turned and ran straight into Charles’ arms.

Carlos was left, kneeling on the floor, watching as his daughter buried her little face into Charles’ chest while he rubbed her back comfortingly.

“Carlos,” Lando wheezed through laughter.

Pierre wiped a tear from his eye. “Man, you shouldn't have cheered so much for Real. Look at poor Yn.”

“Not my fault!” Carlos objected, still in shock. “Why am I the bad guy?”

Yn peeked up from Charles’ shoulder and glared at her Papá. “Because you made Barca lose.”

Carlos groaned dramatically. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Max clapped him on the back. “At least Madrid won?”

Carlos sighed, defeated, watching his daughter cling to Charles. He would need a new strategy. Maybe next season, he could convince her to switch teams. Until then… he had lost this battle.

But not the war.

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Authors Note: Hey loves!I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

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neeeooon · 2 months ago

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Hear me out, making stupid bets with isagi just to kiss him like "i bet if i miss this shot you have to kiss me" or "i bet if i can left you up, you have to kiss me" and then it gradually becomes a thing between the two🤭

crying i love this so much 😭🫶 thank you for the req!

bet you wanna kiss me

isagi yoichi x gn!reader. crack, fluff

“i bet if i miss this shot, you have to kiss me.”

isagi stood with a small smirk, his arms tight over his chest as he waited patiently beside you on the field. you convinced him to let you join at practice, but only since it was late and no one else was around to interrupt or tease you.

pretending to think about it, your boyfriend waved a hand toward the goal. “fine. try your best.”

“try? so you don’t want a kiss?”

isagi rolled his eyes and stepped out of your way. as expected, you missed. a dramatic sigh of defeat left your lips as you trudged over to your boyfriend, who pouted dramatically as he took you between his arms. “sorry to have to do this to you, babe.”

you sniffled. “it’s my fault. i should have practiced.”

he grinned a second before kissing you, and you melted like butter against his lips. it was quick and soft, but you were smiling when you parted. “worst punishment ever.”

☆💋

“hey, babe?” you called from the living room as you strained to reach a book on the top shelf. you easily could have pushed the coffee table over to use as a stool, but why risk pulling something when you had a perfectly good boyfriend to get it for you?

isagi poked his head out from the kitchen, where he was trying not to burn some waffles. “yeah, hun?”

“i can’t reach that book. can you grab it for me?”

you expected him to jump at the opportunity to show a sliver of his abs off, but instead, isagi folded his arms over his chest and tipped his chin slightly upward. “bet if i can lift you up, you have to kiss me.”

you forced yourself to turn away, knowing he’d tease for the blush making its way over your cheeks. humming, you nodded and lifted your arms up for him to grab you. isagi’s hands wound around your waist, and he picks you up off the floor enough for you to grab the book before carefully lowering you back onto your feet. you squirmed when he pressed a wet, teasing kiss against the back of your neck.

“yuck!” you teased, but when you spun around to face him, he had a finger pressed to his lips. “i won the bet, babe. so sorry. you must hate this.”

“oh, i do.” you didn’t. you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as you looped your arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.

after that, your bets became your way of asking each other for kisses. any time you were feeling mischievous, craving your boyfriend’s lips on yours, you’d approach him with a stupid deal.

“i bet i can hold my breath longer than you.”

“i bet i can recite the alphabet quicker than you.”

“i bet i can name all the players on fc barcha.”

and isagi would match you, doing the same right back.

“i bet you won’t burn those cookies.”

“i bet i can dribble more in a row than you.”

“i bet i can braid your hair.”

stupid things, silly things that always end in your lips connecting, your kisses always messy due to the fact that your smiles get in the way. but you don’t care, and neither does isagi. as long as your bet ends with a kiss, you’ll be planning what to challenge him to next.

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garciapimienta · 2 years ago

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oh no this is bad

#ronald does not stay on the floor this long unless its serious #hes crying and its the fucking knee........... im going to jump off of something #ronald araujo #fcb #barça #fc barcelona #ath v bar #cdr

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itsaintmebabe · 3 months ago

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my boyfriend's pretty cool

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: oscar loves his girlfriend

notes: lowkey just got really bored and the imola gp had me wanting to make an oscar fic so here it is!!

୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ masterlist / social media au / fc: christina nadin

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yourusername so proud of my baby!!!

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user6 you mean our baby??? be fr rn

user23 no bc he looked into the camera like “hi babe” during the cooldown lap i SAW IT

user18 his biggest flex is not the trophy. it’s being able to call YOU his gf and he KNOWS IT

oscarpiastri i was sweating and it wasn’t the heat it was you in that outfit

↳ user9 this is the man everyone thinks is nonchalant btw

user10 sources say oscar asked to skip debrief just to go kiss you (unconfirmed but i believe it)

alexandrasaintmleux most gorgeous girl

↳ yourusername forget charles and come give me a kiss

↳ charlesleclerc i don’t even have anything to say anymore

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oscarpiastri productive weekend

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yourusername ride to survive or whatever it’s called

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user46 oscar would probably let y/n run him over with the MCL38 and say thank you

user11 i just know he picked that pic of her first then the ones of him with the trophy

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↳ user13 oscar is apart of the sassy man apocalypse confirmed

mclaren this is no longer an F1 driver account it’s a fanpage for his girlfriend and we respect it

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yourusername got him into a button up shirt for one day and i’m cherishing it forever

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user21 everyone say “thank you y/n!” for the new oscar pics

user18 why is he sitting there like “my gf made me pose but i’m secretly loving every second”

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user23 polite cat oscar returns

user10 drop the skincare routine PLEASE

user7 i don’t want a relationship. i want whatever the hell THIS is

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oscarpiastri some time with my girl in miami before this weekend

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user37 can oscar fight???

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user34 “my girl” ??? oh we’re USING PRONOUNS now??

user27 he’s acting like we’re not hanging on by a THREAD every time he posts her

yourusername baby i told you not to the post the second pic of me

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yourusername has added to their story!

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yourusername three in a row!!!

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user16 the side eye is LETHAL he wanted out of those interviews

user29 he’s winning on track and in life tbh. get you a supportive baddie like y/n

user4 this was posted with so much girlfriend pride i felt it in my soul

oscarpiastri if you think this post’s good, you should see the celebratory kiss i got after

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mclaren y/n’s camera roll deserves a podium of its own

user43 we get it girl. he races fast and he loves you. enough.

user82 girl drop the real caption. i KNOW it was originally “my winner and my dinner” before you changed it

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oscarpiastri some of you in the comments wish you were me. i don’t blame you.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Florida is One Hell of a Drug - [Part 2]

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♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

♥ chapter two synopsis: lando hard launched his status as a girl dad, throwing all the fans into a loop. hopefully this visit to the miami gp will bring you closer two together as co-parents

♥ smau + written - fc: girls on pinterest + madison beer for paparazzi pics - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and suggestive jokes !!!

♥ a/n: I'm literally honored that y'all have been enjoying this series. sorry it took me so long to write this part/chapter!

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lilyzneimer 🤍

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alexandra_saintmleux she's so cute 🥺

logansargeant I'll take a babysitting shift 🙋‍♂️

oscarpiastri I'm the favorite uncle piss off

logansargeant chill damn

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Things between you and Lando were still pretty awkward. After all, if someone asked the two of you the night you hooked up where you’d be in a year, a flight to Miami with your newborn baby would not be your answer. You didn’t trust him very much yet, but who could blame you? You expected him to do everything in his power to stay away from you and Camila. But here he was, flying the two of you out to watch him race. Lando really wanted to prove to you that he was all in. That he wasn’t going to take off running the minute things got hard for you two as co-parents.

You were extremely grateful that Oscar and Lily were on the same jet as you. This made the atmosphere not too uncomfortable. Lily was rocking Camila in her arms as her and Oscar talked a little about Mark Webber. You debated whether you should jump into their conversation after having an extensive f1 research night with your best friend the day before, but you decided to just sit in silence.

You caught Lando staring at you and let out a sigh. This was going to be a long flight.

He scanned the keycard to a nice suite in the same hotel the grid was staying in.

"This will be your room," he said, wandering inside. "Don't worry about where Camila will sleep, the hotel provided a crib."

"Thank you," you said genuinely. He was trying to be thoughtful.

"If you need anything, you have my number." Lando said before leaving the room.

You sat on the edge of your bed and pulled out your phone to check your notifications.

They already found you? And they thought you were a wag? Damn the paparazzi is quick.

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user6 I found y/n’s instagram before it went private. How is she so gorgeous?

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user8 I’m obsessed with herrrr

user12 she’s so aesthetic

user4 new favorite wag

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-Race Day-

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The last 20 laps of the race were driving you absolutely insane. You watched closely as Lando started to pull away from Max second by second. Your leg was shaking and you wondered why this was so nerve racking.

19 laps left. 18 laps left. 15 laps left. 10 laps left. 5 laps left.

1 lap left.

The crowd and garage erupted with cheers as Lando crossed the line in P1. You heard him screaming on the radio and couldn't help but smile. Lando Norris, the father of your daughter, is now a Formula 1 race winner.

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user6 LANDO’S A GIRL DAD 😭

user8 his gf is so pretty

user10 SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

user5 babe wake up Lando just hard launched his status as girl dad

user7 HE'S NOT THE STEP DAD HE'S THE DAD THAT STEPPED UPP

user3 @/user7 PREACH

user2 never change, mclaren admin

user1 screaming, crying, throwing up

user9 lets go lando, lando is ok

user11 lets go lando, he is here to stay!!!

user4 he has a daughter 🥺

user12 my heart belongs to the dads of the grid

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-Post Race Driver Reactions-

“Lando, great race. How does it feel to not only get your first win but have your daughter and partner here with you?"

“Oh uhm, she’s not my partner.” he pressed his lips together. “But, yeah it feels great. It’s been a long time coming but we finally got the win. I hope I made my daughter and the fans proud today.”

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yourusername logan got me a bouquet 🥰 oh also oscar got camila some stuff too

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logansargeant @/oscarpiastri look who's the favorite uncle now

user7 please 😭

user4 the girls are fightinggg

user3 she made her account public again yay <3

user9 ok but that's so cute :(

user8 loscar as uncles >>>

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You and Lando walked through the sliding doors of the 5 star hotel you were staying at.

"Some of the other drivers and I are gonna go out tonight if you'd like to come? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." he rubbed the back of his neck.

You nodded towards Camila who was in your arms as a silent "I have to take care of her."

He pulled his phone out quickly, “I’m sure I can find someone who can-”

“No, it's ok. Go enjoy yourself.” you said, shaking your head and pushing his phone back down. “Not too much, though. Don’t want you ending up with another unplanned kid.”

The comment took Lando aback but drew a laugh out of him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Congrats on your win.” you smiled, walking back to your room.

Later that night you laid down in your hotel room bed, scrolling through your feed. Dozens of pictures and videos of Lando popped up. Camila made a squealing noise in the portable crib beside you.

"I know, right?" you said to her with a laugh.

You stared at one picture that he looked particularly good in. You couldn't pretend like he wasn't attractive.

"Alright," you sighed, and placed your phone down. "Goodnight, mija." you leaned over, kissed her forehead, and switched off the bedside lamp.

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