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oikarma · 1 month ago

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lois leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: as a wonderfully clumsy f1 reporter, you're not sure how you still have your job. it might be because charles leclerc keeps swooping in to save the day.

a/n: the dates are all messed up because i had an idea then changed it so just ignore them please!

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user1 charles doing some mighty fine standing

user2 charles leclerc and his wife, carlos "yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning" sainz

user3 so who started the fire...

charles_leclerc Y/N wanted to try cooking. yourinstagram bro?? you cannot be outing me on MY instagram user4 superman leclerc to the rescue

user5 he looks so proud of carlos 😭 my c squared heart cannot stand the 2025 changes

user6 :(

carlossainz55 My cooking was great

yourinstagram it was queen dw 🙏 carlossainz55 You burnt it to a crisp... yourinstagram carlos!! we refilmed it they're not supposed to know

user7 fav influencer i've seen in a while

user8 right? she's js so chaotic and funny user9 ofc... she's not just an influencer she's literally a reporter for f1??

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@/landosluttywaist all the times charles has swooped in to save y/n

the infamous cord incident that started it all

saving y/n's fumbles when she's speaking

fixing her earpiece when it fell out

when y/n almost spilled water everywhere but charles steadied her hand in time

giving her his jacket because her umbrella was doing nothing in the rain

user1 you don't understand THE WAY HE JUST PUT IT BACK IN AND STARTED FLIRTING??

user2 RIGHT IT WAS FLIRTING IM NOT CRAZY user3 charles just tucked her hair behind her ear, fit the earpiece in, and went "i think you'd struggle on the pit wall" ???? user4 i would have folded.

user5 superman leclerc who

user6 y/n has GOT to be doing it on purpose atp user7 well who can blame her i too want charles leclerc to rescue me from everything going wrong in my life

user8 CHARLES GRABBED HER HAND TO SAVE THE WATER BOTTLE. I REPEAT, HE GRABBED HER HAND

user9 'if I don't save you, who will?' leclerc, ladies and gentlemen user10 may this love find me user11 that's a DIRECT QUOTE.

user11 god, i see what you have done for others

user12 u have no idea how jealous i am of her

user13 GOSH JUST MARRY HIM ALREADY ferrari liked this comment

user13 admin liked???

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f1gossipofficial Wait, are we shipping the wrong duo? In a deleted story, reporter Y/N L/N and Lando Norris were out go-karting together.

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user1 babe what.

user2 first c squared and now my loisleclerc heart??

user3 loisleclerc is my new fav shipname user4 lois like lois lane? user2 yess cause he's her superman yk

user5 they look so good together

user6 charles come here

user7 ruh roh...

user8 what if they're just friends guys 😭 let's calm down

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f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N with Lando Norris's umbrella. Seems like an old story...

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user1 NO. STOP THIS. LANDO. STOP.

user2 charles rn: "that should be me."

user3 actually not okay because y/n's umbrella malfunctioned and charles gave her his jacket and lando gave y/n his umbrella and offered to dry off her puffer for her

user4 man vs boy user5 @/user4 exactly! cause charles gave her all he had and lando just took her coat. user6 guys it's not that deep it was a jacket 😅 why we acting like he was a poor man giving her his last piece of bread user7 NO BECAUSE IF HE WAS A POOR MAN AND SHE DROPPED HER BREAD HE WOULD'VE GIVEN HER HIS DO U NOT UNDERSTAND user8 gee someone's mad today user9 wait why'd he take her puffer it looks so nice user10 hoodiestealing to jacketstealing i see

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user1 charles did ur girl break ur heart

user2 poor guy is going through it

user3 me when i'm the biggest drama queen

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@/formulababe did he-

user1 LOISLECLERC NATION RISE

user2 we are so back baby

user3 it's giving "if you'll have me"

user4 come on y/n get your man

user5 wtf did you guys see lando reposted this

user6 that boy knows something i tell you user7 wait wasn't he the one charles was all jealous of user8 yeah they didn't speak for weeks..whenever she was interviewing carlos he would make an excuse not to be next

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The rain came down in relentless sheets, soaking through the paddock, drenching the asphalt, and making everything ten times more miserable than it needed to be. Your umbrella was supposed to help, but instead, it had turned into your worst enemy: flipping inside out every time the wind picked up, fighting against you like it had a personal vendetta.

Charles was watching.

Not helping. Not offering his usual, infuriatingly smooth rescues. Just watching.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, expression carefully neutral as you wrestled with the umbrella, microphone tucked under your arm, hair damp and sticking to your face. He could clearly see you struggling, see you fighting a losing battle against both the elements and your rapidly deteriorating patience. But instead of stepping in like he always did-like you expected him to-he just raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Everything okay?" His voice was too casual, almost making you believe he wasn't enjoying this.

You huffed, aggressively shaking the umbrella in an attempt to fix it. "Just peachy."

The umbrella snapped backward again. You bit your lip to keep from cursing on live TV.

Carlos walked past, glancing up from his phone. He stepped toward you, concerned. "Need help?"

Before you could respond, Charles-who had remained annoyingly silent until now-finally spoke.

"Let her figure it out," he said smoothly, shifting his weight. "She insisted everything is under control."

Your head snapped up.

He was smirking. Bastard.

Your grip on the umbrella tightened. "I hate you," you grumbled, shaking it violently one last time.

A gust of wind chose that exact moment to hit, completely flipping the umbrella inside out and yanking it from your hands. You gasped as it went flying down the paddock, bouncing off the wet pavement like some ridiculous runaway prop.

Charles watched it go. Then-finally-he sighed.

With a shake of his head, he pulled off his Ferrari jacket and wordlessly draped it over your shoulders, his hands lingering just long enough to adjust it properly. The fabric was thick, warm, and slightly damp from the rain, but it was his, and it was instantly better than whatever your useless coat had been trying to do.

You stood there, stunned, heart still pounding from the sheer betrayal of the past two minutes.

"You let me suffer," you accused, looking up at him.

Charles simply grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets like he hadn’t just tortured you for sport. "You said you had it under control."

"You're insufferable."

The smirk persisted. "You’re dry now, no?"

You clenched your jaw, wrapping the jacket tighter around yourself. It smelled like him-clean, a little bit of that post-race adrenaline, and something unfairly comforting.

Charles leaned in slightly, voice just low enough that only you could hear. "Didn't think I'd actually let you freeze, did you?"

Your stomach flipped. Your face burned despite the cold.

The camera crew was still rolling, fans were definitely watching, and Charles was standing there, looking all too pleased with himself.

You turned away, grumbling under your breath.

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After years of heartbreak, years of Monaco slipping through his fingers: Charles had finally won.

He rushed towards his team, then his eyebrows furrowed as he saw you next to Fred Vasseur.

"Y/N? I thought-"

"You did it," you cut him off. "Forget about all that." You were unable to stop the way your lips curled into the widest, happiest smile. Even if Charles had ignored you-even if he'd smirking at you earlier in the most horrible way-you were happy for him. Not wasn't the time to clear things up, to get into a fight.

"I did." His voice was quieter and almost lost in all the celebrations around you. But his eyes? They were locked onto yours, unwavering.

There was no hard glint in them. No anger. Just taking all of you in, shocked to see you still supporting him.

"I'm sorry-" he began, chivalrous as always. What had happened didn't bother you anymore. You might regret it-you probably would, if it didn't end how you hoped it was going to-but your hands found his collar over the barrier. Charles reciprocated, pulling you in like it was the easiest thing in the world. Like it was inevitable.

His lips were on yours.

They were warm from the adrenaline, which seemed to still course from him. Somewhere in the haze of it all, it started to make sense. Why he would step in to help you, why he was teasing you earlier.

Charles Leclerc was jealous, but not anymore.

He pulled away, eyes sparkling and hair drenched from the rain.

"You look very messed up," you got out.

"Not handsome?" Charles let out a breathy laugh and you wanted to hold that sound close to your chest forever. "Whatever. We can't always look good when we're saving the day. Besides-"

You pulled him in again for good measure.

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charles_leclerc Worth the wait ❤️ My love. Monza.

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user1 THEY GOT TOGETHER

user2 finally

lando yay! woopee!

charles_leclerc Don't even get me started on the mess you caused yourinstagram charles it was literally your fault charles_leclerc ☹️ user3 i love them

user4 depending on how u read it he's saying my love (y/n), and monza are both worth the wait. or he's saying monza is his love and it's worth the wait. idk but the way he put "my love" first seperately...monaco means sm to him and she means more

user5 definitely not just a professional relationship user6 who cares they're hella cute

user7 he really said "fuck the umbrella you have me"

user8 this is such a callback...

user9 monaco?? and the love of his life?? on one day?? *liked by charles_leclerc

yourinstagram isn't he a lucky man charles_leclerc The luckiest in the world.

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a/n: i got so attached to loisleclerc that it pained me having to write charles being mean cause boy get over your jealousy NOW.

#charles leclerc x reader #formula one x reader #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 smau #charles leclerc #lando norris #carlos sainz #oikarma ᯓᡣ𐭩

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mangooes · 2 months ago

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Far away from home, closest to the heart

The Onychinus estate was in crisis.

Not because of a rival organisation attack. Not because of a failed deal. No—this was far, far worse.

(Name) was out of town.

And Sylus Qinche was suffering.

The once-playful criminal lord mafia boss had transformed into a short-tempered, brooding nightmare.

He already had a reputation for being intimidating, but when (Name) isn’t around? It’s ten times worse. Deals that would normally be settled with his usual playful strict charm are now met with cold, cutting words that leave his business partners second-guessing their entire lives.

Meetings that usually ended with his amused smirks now concluded with threats sharp enough to make seasoned criminals sweat. Paperwork that normally sat untouched for days was suddenly everyone’s problem—because if he was miserable, so was everyone else.

Luke and Kieran, Sylus’s most trusted men, were struggling.

Kieran threw himself onto the couch in their shared office, groaning. “Boss has lost it. He just scared a man into signing a deal without reading it.”

Luke, who had been stress-drinking his fourth cup of coffee, nodded grimly. “I saw. The guy didn’t even hesitate.”

“We need a plan.”

Luke sighed. “We just have to survive until the Missus comes back.”

Kieran ran a hand down his face. “God, I love her.”

Meanwhile, in the boardroom, Sylus leaned back in his chair, crimson eyes gleaming with unfiltered irritation as one of his business partners nervously stammered through a proposal.

He exhaled sharply. “Do you have a point? Or are you wasting my time?”

The man flinched. Trembling under pressure.

Normally, Onychinus's boss is smooth and calculating, but now? His patience is gone. Someone tries to haggle too much? He leans forward, voice deadly calm: “You must have a death wish.”

Some lower-tier business associates genuinely think he’s on the verge of a major war because he’s so on edge. Little do they know, he just misses his wife.

Outside the boardroom, Luke and Kieran exchanged looks, already calculating the outcomes of the said meeting.

He’s hopeless, Luke thought. Completely, utterly hopeless.

Luke and Kieran, usually the chaotic duo, become very cautious when the missus is away. They love their boss, but when he’s in a Sab-starved mood? Yeah, they’re not about to die early.

Their usual banter is nonexistent. They speak in careful, measured tones, making sure not to set him off. They strategically find ways to be busy elsewhere, lest they face the wrath of their brooding, love-starved boss.

Each and every day that the wife of Sylus Qinche was gone from his reach, becomes a stepping stone towards doomsday.

Kieran: “Boss, we got intel on the shipment.”

Sylus, barely looking up: “Does it tell me when my wife is coming back?”

Luke, muttering: “We’re so screwed.”

They love her. Not just because she’s fun, but because she’s the only one who keeps their boss from turning into a nightmare. They count down the hours until she’s back.

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The moment (Name) stepped foot into the estate, the change was instant.

Sylus, who had been a nightmare for days, practically appeared in front of her, his arms wrapping around her waist in a crushing embrace.

One moment he’s terrifying, the next he’s smirking, arms open, greeting her with a sickeningly sweet,

"Kitten," he murmured against her ear, voice filled with desperate relief. "You're finally home."

She knows what happens when she’s away. She sees the exhausted, relieved faces of the staff. She feels how tightly Sylus holds her when he embraces her. And, of course, she milks it.

(Name) laughs, as she pats her husband's head. "Miss me that much, Sysy?"

He pulled back just enough to look at her, crimson eyes dark with something deep. “I was dying, sweetie.”

Behind them, Luke and Kieran—who had been suffering—exchanged a look of pure disgusted relief.

“She’s back,” Kieran whispered, almost emotional.

Luke wiped an imaginary tear. “We’re saved.”

As Sylus buried his face in his beloved’s neck, murmuring sweet nothings, the entire estate seemed to breathe again.

And just like that, the Onychinus estate returns to peace.

I need to start writting lovesick sylus again, MAGNUM OPUS CARD WAS THE BEST EXPIRIENCE EVER THANK YOU INFOLD I LOVE YOU

#lnds #love and deepspace #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #qin che #lads sylus #sylus

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fortunxa · 16 days ago

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#cw. Jinx x fem!reader, lingerie, fluff & softcore, horny but in love, modern au.

Jinx masterlist ⭑.ᐟ

modern AU!Jinx who secretly loves matching underwear with you—way more than she’ll ever admit out loud. It started as a “wouldn’t it be funny if…” kind of thing, but now she’s fully committed. Cute sets in chaotic prints, black lace duos for date nights, even dumb cartoon-themed ones for lazy Sundays. Skulls, cherries, or slogans—it doesn’t matter. If it matches, she’s into it. She also gets way too excited while picking them out. She’ll pull a pair out of your shared drawer (labeled “our stuff <3”) and yell from the bedroom, “Baaabe, pick your poison—do you wanna match me in cute, slutty, or extra slutty today?”

She swears it’s just for fun, but the way she blushes when you change together tells a different story, giggling as she snaps your bra strap. She will admire the matching fabric against your curves, tracing where lace or cotton meets soft skin.

She loves the idea of it: your bodies, different but in sync, wearing the same little secret under whatever clothes you both threw on that day. She definitely uses it to stir the pot, flashing her waistband at the worst times and whispering, “Guess what we have in common right now, babe?” Then she’ll bite her lip, all proud and smug like she’s already planning how to not keep them on much longer. She loves being dramatic about it, too. “Should we get matching names tattooed on our butts next?” (she’s only half-joking).

She’ll go shopping and show up with a new set, saying, “Look what I got us!” while beaming at you. Bright colors, weird patterns, way too many straps—and she’ll wiggle her eyebrows like, you know this ends on the floor, right?

She gets especially bratty if you wear a set without her. “You wore it without me? That’s betrayal. Biblical. You owe me now.” And if you put on a completely different pair? Pure heartbreak. “Wow. Can’t believe you’d cheat on our panties like this.”

When the clothes finally come off, she loses it. The giggles, the giddy touches, the way she moans like she’s high on the moment. “Ugh, look at us. We’re so annoying. I love it.” It’s cute, stupidly so. She’s already got another set lined up the next day, too.

To Jinx, it isn’t just fabric—it’s connection. She likes the intimacy of it, the unspoken we belong together stitched into seams and lace. It makes her feel close. And when it’s all tangled on the floor—crumpled lace, twisted straps, the smell of sweat and sex in the air—she will curl up against you, fingers still idly tracing the ghost of your matching bralette, and whisper, “We looked so pretty.”

— dividers by @omi-resources !!

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wosospacegirl · 1 month ago

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Stuck with you - part 3

Summary: Y/n’s used to Alexia’s overprotectiveness and the pressure of her career—but Kika? The shy, socially awkward teammate who’s starting to make her feel things she didn’t expect.

Warnings: a lot, and I repeat, a lot of second-hand embarrassment because Y/n and Kika are awkward, ok!! also problem with absent parents <3 Olga and Alexia are our favorite chaotic duo...and hm guinea pigs death?

Word count: 4.2k

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Part 1 here part 4 HERE

Alexia stood in the doorway of Y/n’s room, a ball tucked under her arm.

The soft morning light shone across the bed, where Y/n and Olga were curled up under the covers, not seeming to be bothered by the brightness of the sunrays.

Alexia watched the two girls. It was a rare sight, really. Y/n didn’t usually allowed herself to be comforted, she always had that tough expression on her face–that only meant Alexia had really fucked up last night.

The heaviness of guilt set on Alexia’s chest . She’d been harsh, even if she didn’t mean to. And now Y/n was hurt, which meant Olga was mad at Alexia.

Alexia stepped closer to the bed, nudging Y/n’s torso.

“Nena, come play.”

Y/n stirred, turning around and hitting Olga on the head in the process,

Alexia tried again.

“Desperta, vamos,” Alexia said again.

This time, Y/n turned around just once, her eyes barely opening as she stared at Alexia, confusion on her face. “Huh?”

“Football, you and me,” Alexia said again, showing the ball to Y/n as if it was enough for her to understand what was happening.

“What’re you even talking about?” Y/n mumbled, still groggy.

Y/n rubbed her eyes and blinked around the room–then froze when she saw Olga beside her, as if she'd forgotten what happened the night before.

Realisation set into her face, and that's when she frowned, glancing at Alexia.

“Do you hate me, Alexia?” Y/n asked, sitting up on the bed carefully not to wake Olga up.

Alexia shifted the ball in her arms. “No?”

“It seems like you do,” Y/n said. “First, you were a jerk last night, which I get it because I was annoying too–”

Alexia opened her mouth to say something, but Y/n lifted her finger, making Alexia shut up.

“And now you wake me up in the wee hours of my day off to play football?”

Alexia changed the weight between her feet, slightly uncomfortable.

“You and I love football,” Alexia said.

“But do we need to do this on a Sunday?” Y/n asked. “I was having such a good sleep, tio.”

“I think we need to spend more time together,” Alexia said. “As Ale and Nena, not…captain and player.”

Alexia was trying. She always did, Y/n couldn't complain about it. Sometimes she just got confused about the place she occupied in Y/n’s life. Maybe Y/n did that too sometimes, I mean… she always yelled at Alexia at the training center when she was being too bossy.

Most players wouldn't yell at their captain, but Y/n just knew she could do that and that Alexia wouldn't be mad.

Yeah, maybe both of them should talk more, hang around more often, just be who they were before Y/n was placed on the A team in Barcelona, when Y/n was just a kid, Alexia was looking out for.

It wasn’t easy–being a pre-teen and living with Alexia–but at least neither Alexia nor Y/n said things that hurt each other. They used to just play football and sort things out.

Olga wasn’t even in the picture back then, so she didn't need a peacemaker to make them realise they actually did not hate each other, that they were just too much alike.

Back then, it was just Ale and the kid who never stopped talking about football. There were no structured training schedules, no press conferences, no pressure. Just the two of them, a ball, and a big yard all for them.

“Football won’t fix everything, you know”, Y/n said, but quickly regretted it as a wave of sadness ran into Alexia’s face.

She groaned, but not loud enough for Olga to hear.

“Okay,” she said, getting up from her bed and taking Alexia’s ball from her hand. “Maybe football will fix this, come on.”

Alexia smiled, watching as Y/n went to the bathroom to freshen up and change clothes.

“You don’t know how to be smooth with apologies, do you?” Olga said against the pillow, eyes still closed.

“I’m trying,” Alexia said, running her hands through Olga's hair.

“And did you need to try it this early?”

“You and Nena are too much alike,” Alexia rolled her eyes, kissing Olga’s temple. “Too sleepy.”

“We just aren’t morning freaks,” Olga murmured. “Not even the birds are up.”

“Yes, they are, Olguita.”

“I doubt that.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Y/n said as she left the bathroom, wearing a training top and some shorts.

Alexia turned to her. “Don’t you wanna have breakfast first? I can make you some smoothies.”

“No,” Y/n said, shaking her head. “Let’s get this over with so I can come back to sleep.”

“That’s my girl!” Olga said, still tucked into the bed. “You guys be out sporty and all that, but don’t be loud, por favor” [please]

“And come back as friends,” Olga murmured before going back to sleep.

“You actually need to retire,” Y/n said when Alexia missed the ball y/n sent on her way.

“I was sneezing!”

“Whatever.”

They continued quietly kicking the ball under the soft sun. It was one of those cold, but sunny mornings. The grass on their back was brushing on their ankles, a little damp from the morning dew.

“Look… I’m sorry,” Alexia said suddenly, watching as the ball rolled toward Y/n.

Y/n paused, looking at Alexia. “Olga already talked to me, it’s okay.”

“I want you to hear it from me too,” Alexia said in a low, serious voice. “I’m sorry I acted like that…I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was–”

She looked down at the ball before shooting it to Y/n. “I don’t know. Frustrated? And I took it out on you. That's not fair.”

Y/n hesitated for a second. She and Alexia were never the ones to apologise through words. “Hm…Thanks for, hm, saying that.”

“I love you,” Alexia said. “The girls at the club love you. You know that, right?”

Y/n took the ball, playing with it and nodding with her head, not trusting her words.

Alexia shifted her weight. “Your parents… they called again and they said they really miss you, nena.”

“Alexia,” Y/n said in a warning tone, kicking the ball with more force than she intended, but Alexia caught it.

Alexia’s shoulders dropped. She needed to talk about it. Y/n might not open up about her parents, but Alexia knew how much it had bothered her when she was younger and how the hurt had turned into anger, avoidance.

Alexia sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. “I know that’s complicated. I just–” Her voice dropped, and she looked down.

“–I want you to know that they called and asked me to say that they loved you,” Alexia said, her voice softer now. “Cariño… you can’t ignore them forever.”

“Yes, I can. And I will. Just like they ignored me.” Y/n said.

“I just think you three should talk,” Alexia tried to argue. “I’m not asking you to forgive them, I’m just saying that maybe you could call them yourself and say you don’t want any more contact, or else they’ll keep trying.”

“They weren’t really trying when I was a fourteen-year-old kid calling them on Christmas morning, waiting for them to come pick me up for some family time, were they?”

Alexia let out a sigh. Of course, this wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

She remembered that Christmas very well, it was the first time Alexia and Y/n were together because her parents had ‘forgotten’ to tell Y/n that they were going to be travelling during the holidays.

It was also the first time Alexia had to calm down a crying fourteen-year-old girl. After that, everything changed. Y/n became distant from her parents and stopped calling them.

Now, five years later, the roles had flipped, the parents were the ones calling Alexia, desperate, as if she could undo what they’d broken years ago

And maybe that was what stung both Alexia and Y/n the most: they never asked what Y/n needed, they just told Alexia what they wished she would say to the girl in order to have her forgive them

“Nena, you know that I don’t like to be in the middle of this,” she said softly. “But I am and I want you to know that I’m on your side, si?”

“I just don’t think they get to choose when to show up, now” Y/n’s jaw tightened.

“You and Olga are family,” Y/n continued. “And that’s enough for me–it’s been enough for me for five years now.

Alexia absolutely wouldn't push Y/n to talk with her parents if she truly didn’t want to; although Alexia was aware of how much Y/n missed her parents, how she always searched for them after a match.

Her parents weren’t the best in the world. They forgot they had a daughter after sending Y/n to live with Alexia, but now they called her– not Y/n, never Y/n–hoping Alexia would fix it. She never knew what to say.

But she answered, anyway.

But now Y/n was already hurt. They couldn't do much, and Alexia couldn’t do much either, except encourage Y/n to talk to them.

Alexia hesitated, fingers drumming softly against the ball resting between them. “You don’t have to talk about it,” she said, quiet but certain. “But if you ever want to—I’m here.”

It was just a quiet offering. Alexia wanted Y/n to know that she was there. Even after their fight, even after she had said hurtful things. That she loved the girl.

Alexia watched as Y/n played with the ball on her feet. She looked…tired, emotionally tired.

This wasn’t going as planned.

Alexia had to use her last resort. The one she and Y/n had forced to swear off after Olga’s ban—a ban she declared necessary when they nearly broke the TV over a match for getting too competitive.

“…Wanna play FIFA?” Alexia offered, hopeful.

Y/n lit up instantly, mischief on her face. “Of course I do!”

Alexia smiled proudly, happy that at least she had made the girl smile in some way.

Alexia had found the PlayStation hidden away in Olga’s side of the closet. She took it quickly and put it on the TV in the living room. They had a few hours to play before Olga actually woke up.

They were playing nicely. That was, until Y/n purposely nudged Alexia just as her character–literally her–was about to score.

“That’s a red card!” Alexia yelled, tossing the controller onto the sofa and turning to Y/n. “You can’t do that, you cheater!”

“Why am I a cheater?” Y/n asked, brows furrowed in anger. “Pushes happen in real life, Alexia. Get over it.”

Y/n rolled her eyes before jumping onto the couch, arms raised in celebration as her goal was confirmed on the screen, shining bright on Alexia’s face.

“Yeah!” Y/n shouted triumphantly, pointing a finger at Alexia. “One point for me, zero for you!”

“Què!?” Alexia turned to the TV, then back to Y/n. “No! I wasn’t paying attention–that doesn’t count!”

“Yes, it does! Not my fault you weren’t focused.”

“I would be focused if you didn’t cheat!”

“Cry about it, Capi.”

“You cheat at FIFA, you cheat at tug of war–”

“Oh my god, not the tug of war again!”

“Cállense!” Olga’s voice cut through their argument as she entered the room, her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes were barely open.

“Olguita,” Alexia started, standing quickly, nervousness on her face “, We’re sorry we woke you–”

“Putellas,” Olga said in a warning tone, eyes sharp. “Keep quiet.”

She made a beeline for the TV and snatched the PlayStation and hugged it protectively to her chest, as if either Y/n or Alexia would fight her for it.

They would never. They were actually scared of Olga.

“How is it that you two still don’t know how to play a game amicably? You play on the same team!” Olga huffed, walking out of the room.

Alexia and Y/n glanced at each other, then at the console in Olga’s hands as she made her way upstairs.

“Quina merda!” Y/n whispered, “She’s gonna ban it again.”

“She already has,” Alexia muttered back, sighing.

After Olga took away Alexia’s and Y/n's source of happiness, Y/n had to find other things to keep her mind busy during her day off. That’s why she went for a run later that afternoon.

It was good, it helped her put things in perspective. Especially her fight the other night with Alexia and the whole situation with her parents…maybe she should call them just to make sure they would stop bothering Alexia.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize it was almost 7 p.m. The air had turned colder, but Y/n didn’t feel it– she was still moving, headphones on.

Her hair was completely messy, she was all sweaty, and her gym clothes were dirty from all the running she did around the park.

She needed a shower. Desperately.

Yn walked to the big white house on the hill and pushed the door open…and then she paused.

Alexia and Olga were right in front of the door.

Looking pretty. Fancy even.

Y/n looked at them with furrowed eyebrows as she closed the door behind her.

“Cariño,” Alexia called, hand on her hip. “Why did you take so long?”

“We were going to look out for you,” Olga said, already turning around, Alexia and Y/n quickly following her.

“What?” Y/n blinked. “Look out for me? I’ve been out for just two hours!”

“Yeah, but you are late for dinner!” Olga replied, rolling her eyes as she urged the girl inside into the kitchen.

“What dinner?”

“Tonight’s dinner!” Alexia said, exasperated as she handed Y/n a stack of plates. “I told you about it.”

“No, you didn’t!” Y/n said, automatically setting the table, putting one plate down after the other.

“Yes, she did, cariño,” Olga said, passing by holding a salad bowl. “This time I have to agree with Ale.”

Y/n huffed and watched the table she had just set. One, two, three…four plates?

Y/n frowned. “Who’s coming–?”

Ding dong.

Alexia placed a hand on her shoulder, guiding her gently but firmly. “Nena, get the door while we finish setting the table.”

“Me?” Y/n asked, pointing at herself. “I’m disgusting!”

Ding dong

Alexia pointed at the door, her voice more stern. “Go.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, still confused as she trudged to the door.

It was probably Alba coming. It had to be Alba. They always did those dinner dates every once in a while.

‘Please be Alba. Anyone…boring. Anyone safe.’ Y/n thought, not wanting to deal with another dinner with hers and Alexia’s manager or Olga’s coworkers

Y/n got close to the door, trying to get rid of the leaves of grass on her top, and quickly ran her hands through her hair, trying to look a little presentable. She put on her default polite smile and breathed.

She opened the door, then she completely froze.

Kika stood there, holding a flower pot tight to her chest. Her eyes were wide, nervous, as if she also didn’t expect Y/n to be on the other side of the door either.

Okay. Everything was fine.

Kika was at her door. On their day off. Holding flowers. And unfairly cute.

Yes. Alexia had definitely not told Y/n about this dinner. Y/n would remember if she had told her Kika would be coming tonight.

“…Hi,” Kika said, voice small. “Sorry, I hit the doorbell twice, I didn’t hear it quite well the first time.”

Y/n blinked, looking at the flowers, then at Kika and then gluing her eyes to the sunflowers like they might explode. “What the he–”

“Can I give them to you or…?” Kika extended her arms with the flowers, urging Y/n to take them, but she didn’t; instead, she just watched as Kika’s hand wrapped around the flower pot.

Y/n opened and closed her mouth, almost like a fish.

“The flowers?” Y/n finally asked. “I mean, do you wanna give me the flowers?”

Now it was Kika’s turn to open and close her mouth.

“Yes, I-I guess?” Kika said, flushing.

“You bought me flowers?!” Y/n said.

“No! I mean–yes? No. I bought them for Olga and Alexia.” Kika said, fidgeting. “I mean, it’s kind of…hm…It’s a house gift! So I guess… yes? You can take them–since you live at this house?”

“Oh. Okay,” Y/n said, a little too quickly. “So they’re for the house. Not for me.”

“Right,” Kika nodded. “House flowers.”

Y/n looked down. Then up. Then back at the flowers.

Kika shifted her weight and cleared her throat. “You've got a little something–” she pointed at Y/n’s head. “It’s a leaf…in your hair.”

“What?” Y/n stiffened

“It looks like a whole branch, actually,” Kika said, tilting her head.

Before Y/n could shake the…branch away, Olga swept in and dodged Y/n to the side, giving a disappointed side eye, muttering something.

Y/n grasped it as ‘hopeless’.

“Oh, Kikinha,” Olga said quickly, taking the pot from the girl’s hand and kissing her cheeks. “You bought us flowers! That’s so sweet of you!”

Y/n just stood there like her brain had short-circuited.

Kikinha? Were Kika and Olga the best of friends now? Greta, they had nicknames now.

Olga welcomed Kika, a hand on her back as she led her through the hall. Y/n didn't realise Alexia was also there, in the doorway, watching with an amused smile on.

Y/n had the impression that they had been watching her interaction with Kika.

At dinner, Y/n tried to sit as far from Kika as humanly possible. But Olga just smiled and tugged her chair closer to Kika–way closer.

“Come sit here, cariña!” Olga patted at the seat beside Kika as she took her own place on the other side of the table, by Alexia’s side.

Y/n glared internally, but sat down anyway, shuffling her chair ever-so-slightly away, which resulted in an embarrassing screech of wood against tile that echoed through the room, indicating very well what Y/n was doing.

Silence.

Y/n smiled awkwardly and plopped herself down to her chair, Kika’s tight, very close to her own.

They began to eat as Olga chatted away, completely oblivious to Y/n’s rising panic.

It wasn’t that Y/n wasn't happy that Kika came over to dinner. It was just that she wasn’t prepared. Before training, she would give herself a pep talk, urging herself to act normal, cool and collected.

But right now? She was everything but collected. Y/n looked like a mess while Kila looked pretty. Y/n smelled like sweat while Kika had the sweetest perfume on.

“Do you want rice, Alexia?” Olga asked.

“No, tha–”

Too late.

Olga scooped a generous spoonful onto Alexia’s plate before she could finish.

Alexia smiled resignedly before eating.

“Kikinha, you should come around more often!” Olga added happily, taking salad from the bowl and serving herself and then Alexia, who once again didn’t request any food.

‘Come here more often?’ Y/n squinted her eyes at Olga. This didn’t seem like a normal dinner. It felt more like a trap.

“So, how’s the adaptation going, Kika?” Alexia asked, staring sadly at the lettuce Olga had put on her plate.

“It’s nice being away from my parents for the first time.” Kika smiled shyly. “I lived in Portugal my whole life, and now. It’s like I get to be freer. Like, I can make my own choices, you know?”

“Oh yeah, that’s the best thing ever, sweetie,” Olga nodded. “You get to make your own rules, all that.”

“So, how’s training been for you lately, Kika?” Alexia chimed in, still trying to avoid the lettuce.

“It’s intense, but I love it,” Kika said. “I’m starting to get the hang of things. I feel like I’m learning a lot from everyone– especially from you, Alexia.”

Alexia smiled smugly, and Y/n kicked her under the table. Not enough to hurt, just enough to deflate her ego.

Olga turned to Kika, smiling warmly. “Do you get much free time outside of training, Kika?”

“Not a lot– our schedule is crazy–but it’s enough to do some fun things!”

“What do you like to do, sweetheart?”

“Hm, I like to walk around, explore. It’s beautiful here.” Kika said, taking a bite from her food. “There’s a lot of old buildings, good food, and pretty places…”

“You should take Estrelita with you!” Olga beamed, pointing at Y/n, who was slowly leaning back in her chair, as if trying to disappear. “She never goes out. She’s lived here her whole life but barely knows the city!”

Y/n froze, eyes darting to Kika as she felt her cheeks blush instantly. Great. Now Kika was going to think she was some sorta antisocial freak.

She could feel Kika’s gaze drifting towards her, but she didn’t look up, instead, she just stared at her fork as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Come on, cariño,” Olga pressed. “You two would have a great time. Right, Kika?”

Kika blinked. “Hm… sure! We could…go for a walk? Or something.”

“You know, Estrelita’s favorite ice cream place is just a few blocks away from here,” Olga said, dodging Y/n’s leg that tried to kick her. Instead, Olga casually hooked her ankle around Y/n’s and held her in place under the table, smiling sweetly as she spoke. “You should take Kika there sometime, nena.”

“It got closed,” Y/n deadpanned, trying to wriggle her leg free, but in the process, she accidentally kicked Alexia’s shin.

Alexia winced. “Ouch!”

“Oh, why did it close?” Olga asked quickly, trying to be louder than Alexia ,still holding Y/n’s leg.

Poor Kika looked from Alexia, then to Olga, then to Y/n with a confused expression on.

“Sanitary inspection,” Y/n muttered. “Rats and all that.”

The table went completely silent.

Kika paused mid-chew, fork frozen halfway to her mouth.

Olga blinked. “Well… maybe don’t go to Y/n’s place of choice, Kikinha.”

“I think rats are cute,” Kika offered quietly..

Everyone turned to look at her.

“I mean–not like in ice cream.” She added quickly. “ Just… in general. As animals.”

Y/n stared at her.

Y/n watched as Kika’s cheek blushed. “I didn't mean as pets... I've never had a rat–or any rodent–as a pet,” Kika said, trying very hard to explain herself over something that really didn’t need explaining.

“I saw the other day a video about a rat painting with its paw,” Y/n said with a smile, hoping it would ease the tension. “I thought it was cute.”

“Oh, I also saw it,” Kika said, smiling.

“You know, nena had a rat when she was younger,” Olga chimed in, nodding as if this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having over dinner.

“Oh, Y/n had a rat when she was younger,” Olga chimed, trying to fix whatever happened to their whole conversation.

“It was a guinea pig,” Alexia murmured, correcting Olga under her breath.

Olga let go of Y/n’s leg to kick Alexia lightly under the table, but it only landed directly on Alexia's knee.

Hard.

“Olguita!” Alexia gasped, jerking back on her chair. “My ACL!”

“Oh!” Kika said, eyes wide with concern.

Y/n dropped her fork and stared at the whole scene in front of her. They really couldn't have a nice and normal dinner, could they?

“Oh, I’m sorry, amor,” Olga said, urging Alexia to get up from the chair, hands on her shoulder. “Let’s go to the living room, I’ll get you some ice. Just elevate it, okay? It's fine!”

Olga grabbed Alexia by her shoulder and gently guided her towards the hallway. “Perdón, mi amor, no fue mi intención pegarte, fue sin querer.” [I’m sorry, my love, I didn’t mean to hurt you.]

And just like that, they were gone.

And Kika and Y/n were alone.

Y/n stared at her plate. The silence was loud.

Kika cleared her throat, attempting to break the awkward silence. “So… you had a guinea pig?”

“Not quite the same as rats.”Y/n glanced up, smiling faintly.

Kika nodded quickly, a hint of a smile. “Right, less…tails.”

“His name was Cerdito.”

“That’s a cute name,” Kika said softly, poking at the piece of broccoli still on her plate.

“Yeah.”

Silence.

“Alexia killed him,” Y/n added.

“Oh.”

“I left him out in the yard to get some sunlight,” Y/n continued. “She didn't know and was practicing her shooting.”

Kika's fork froze mid-air. "That's..terrible."

"We had a whole burial for him," Y/n said.

Kika searched Y/n's face. “Poor Cerdito.”

"Yeah," Y/n agreed. "He never saw it coming."

Notes: this is my contribution to our Kika obsession ok!!

Also, I gave myself more freedom to just write awkward dialogues for those too, something I feel like people will cringe too much, but then I realised that's exactly what Kika and Yn feel, so why not? haha

Hope you liked it!! Please let me know what u think.

PART 4 HERE

#woso fanfic #woso x reader #kika nazareth #kika nazareth x yn #kika nazareth x reader #stuck with you

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joejhang · 2 months ago

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tgr spoilers !!!

ive JUST finished it it is 2am where i am rn these r my very incoherent and chaotic first thoughts:

canon jeandrew interaction SAVE ME the way they talk about neil makes me sick god GOD

the interview...everything surrounding it...hannah bailey when i catch u...

FUCKBOY JEREMY KNOX YOU OWN ME GOD HE'S ACTUALLY HHHHHHH

jeremy i'm sorry i was truly TRULY unfamiliar with your game

reading this like: oh jeremy gets BITCHES (leo, faser, elias, the sheldon guy???, mystery guy with the shirt and cologne, dexter...this is getting out of hand)

NEIL...get UP my baby bunny GET UP GIRL

sorry but the image of neil getting his ribs bashed in and curling up on the floor of the court in a ball...like that's my shayla...that's my bunny rabbit what the fuck ru doing to him....

grayson's dead WHO ELSE CHEERED

kevjean...oh they make me sick they make me SO SO SICK the way they interact with each other...there's so much flavour oh god

kevin being like "did u actually read any of the trojans' articles or where u too busy staring at jeremy's photos-" and jean elbowing him to shut him up KEVJEAN YOU ARE SO DEAR TO ME

kevin defending jean to the press YEP YEP I KNEW IT WHAT DID I FUCKING SAYYYYY

wow jer's backstory is even MORE fucked up and messy than i thought

that MESSY AHH ravens v foxes game...andrew's broken CLAVICLE god i was shaking

INSANE jerejean scene when they were getting ready for the banquet absolutely INSANE

jeremy lore goes CRAZY

andrew and his insanely acute gaydar...how i love you

andrew asking jean if grayson touched neil...andreil you make me so sick so insanely unwell about them

kevin and andrew not knowing abt neil's little visit to jean is SO funny to me

NEIL STILL BEING A LOUDMOUTHED LITTLE SHIT TO THE PRESS UGH I LOVE YOU SO

"fuck what i deserve. what about what i want?" modern poetry. to me.

jean beating bryson's ass...laila was SO real for being like that was so sexy...as a lesbian too...real asf

more of jeremy being a piece of shit please i love it so much jean was right it makes him SO much more interesting

kandrew and kevneil still going strong

jerejean is absolutely insane in this book like...it would be less obvious if they kissed tbh

"give me a name. i will kill him." GO FERAL JEAN GO FERAL GOD HE IS. SO FINE.

the way jean staring at annalise left a bad taste in MY mouth asw, jer real asf for getting jealous

jabberwocky moreau you are MINE

"why can't you fuck someone who respects you?" wow. what do i even say to that. wow.

teenage dirtbag jeremy is real and dear to me. sneaking into his ex-situationship's house through the window??? jumping down and stealing his mother's roses??? he's so sexy i'm sorry

JEAN you are HEALING how i love this man

"he's handsome. the dog is cute, too." AHHH RENEE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU

i like how the "spicy scenes" in this book were literally all just jer's hookups with random guys every five chapters or so

service top jeremy...he's like...always on my mind

jeremy CLOCKING kevjean so fast was crazy to me and kevin clocking jerejean asw...the trio we didn't know we needed

cody noticing the way jean says jeremy's name had me CRYING they were so real for that

cody and jean the best duo ever methinks

i like how every time jean thinks of jeremy in a romantic way he immediately backtracks and is like "let's not think about this"

"emotional procrastination" is one of the funniest terms i've ever heard

jean kissing cat's temple...he makes me violently, violently ill

jeanneil save me...i will always come back to you...

will not be recovering any time soon do not attempt to contact me

#this is DEFINTELY enough to keep me fed until tsc3 comes out #aftg #all for the game #the sunshine court #tsc #the golden raven #tgr #tgr spoilers #jean moreau #jeremy knox #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #zoe yaps #andreil #kevjean #keremy #kandrew #jerejean

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charlesollielandooscararthur · 2 months ago

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virginity

summary:Arthur and Y/N casually reveal on a podcast that they lost their virginity to each other, sending the internet—and Charles—into chaos. Twitter explodes with memes, Lando loves every second, and Charles is traumatized. warnings: just the talk of loss of virginity.

Arthur and I had done a lot of questionable things together—most of which ended up on the internet in one way or another. But this? This was about to be our biggest mistake.

It started off as a normal podcast.

We had been invited as guests on a popular F1-adjacent show, mainly because the internet had decided that Arthur and I were the most chaotic duo in motorsport. They loved our banter, our constant arguing over nothing, and the fact that we somehow managed to embarrass ourselves in every interview.

For the first forty-five minutes, everything was fine.

We talked about racing, our families, funny childhood memories. Arthur and I bickered about literally nothing for half the episode, which the hosts found hilarious.

And then—

The question happened.

A listener had sent in a segment called "Spill the Tea or Take the L," where we had to either answer a question or take a punishment.

Most of the questions were harmless—things like who's the biggest diva in F1 (Arthur answered Charles, obviously) or which teammate annoyed you the most (I said Arthur, because it was true).

But then—

The host smirked at the paper in their hand. "Oh, this one is interesting."

Arthur and I shared a look. That was never a good sign.

The host grinned. "You both have to answer this."

I sighed. "Oh God."

Arthur groaned. "Just say it."

The host cleared their throat dramatically.

"When and where did you lose your virginity?"

The room went silent.

Arthur and I just stared at each other.

The hosts were laughing, expecting us to be embarrassed, expecting us to either dodge the question or take the punishment.

But instead—

Arthur smirked. "Wanna tell them, or should I?"

I grinned. "Oh, let's really shake the internet today."

Arthur leaned into the mic. "We lost it to each other."

The entire room exploded.

The hosts gasped. The producers behind the cameras choked. Someone dropped their coffee.

I shrugged, completely unfazed. "What? We were young, we were best friends, and it just happened."

Arthur nodded. "Yep. No regrets."

The hosts were still processing. "WAIT—so, like, everyone in your family knows?"

Arthur snorted. "Oh, yeah. I told Charles and Lorenzo immediately."

The hosts screamed.

I laughed. "Charles took it so badly at first. He just kept looking between us like he was watching a horror movie in real life."

Arthur grinned. "Lorenzo just sighed like he knew something like this would happen eventually."

The internet?

The internet went into MELTDOWN.

Twitter exploded within seconds of the clip going live.

@F1Tea: "ARTHUR AND Y/N JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THE BIGGEST BOMBSHELL OF THE YEAR WTF." @PodcasterFan: "The way the hosts were NOT READY for that answer." @LandoNorris (yes, the real Lando): "oh. my. GOD." @Charles_leclerc: "I AM BLOCKING BOTH OF YOU." @FerrariMemes: "No thoughts, just Charles finding out Arthur and Y/N lost it to each other and regretting his whole life."

Arthur and I?

We just sat back and enjoyed the chaos.

The internet was on fire.

Clips of the podcast were everywhere, and the reactions? Hilarious. People were screaming, making memes, losing their minds over the fact that Arthur and I had just casually dropped the biggest bombshell of the year like it was nothing.

And while Twitter (yes, we still called it Twitter) was having a meltdown, the Leclerc family group chat?

Worse.

Leclerc Family 🏎️

🔴 Charles: WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WATCH. 🔴 Lorenzo: ...I was waiting for this day. 🔴 Pascale: Oh, mon dieu. 🔴 Arthur: Why are you acting so surprised? You've known this for years. 🔴 Charles: Yes, but the entire world didn't!!! 🔴 y/n: And? Now they do. 🤷‍♀️ 🔴 Charles: THIS ISN'T NORMAL. 🔴 Arthur: We're not normal. 🔴 Pascale: This is true. 🔴 Charles: MAMAN PLEASE.

I was crying laughing at my phone when Charles' name suddenly popped up on my screen, calling me.

"Oh, no," I muttered, showing Arthur.

Arthur grinned. "Oh, yes."

I answered.

The second I did, Charles' voice exploded through the speaker.

"ARE YOU TWO INSANE?!"

I put him on speaker, because no way was I dealing with this alone. "I mean, probably?"

Arthur snorted. "Definitely."

Charles groaned so loudly it sounded painful. "Why would you just—just SAY it like that?! Like it was some casual conversation about the weather?!"

I shrugged. "Because it was casual?"

"CASUAL?!"

Arthur laughed. "Charles, you're acting like we committed a crime."

"NO, BUT YOU DID TRAUMATIZE ME."

I grinned. "Well, that's a you problem."

Charles groaned again, and then—

A new voice entered the call.

"I just want to say, I fully support this," Lando said, way too happily.

Charles let out a sound that I could only describe as pure suffering. "Lando, I swear to God—"

Lando ignored him. "y/n, Arthur? Legends. I respect the honesty."

Arthur and I high-fived. "Thanks, Lando."

Charles screamed.

And that was when I knew—

This was going to haunt him forever.

The moment the podcast clip hit the internet, social media erupted. No one—not a single soul—was prepared for Arthur and me to just casually drop the biggest bombshell of the year like we were discussing our favorite snacks.

It was pure chaos.

🚨 Trending Topics:

🔺 #ArthurAndy/n – 3.2M Tweets 🔺 #CharlesIsSuffering – 1.8M Tweets 🔺 "WHY DID THEY SAY IT SO CASUALLY?!" – 1.5M Tweets 🔺 #LandoWasTooExcited – 800K Tweets

Twitter Reactions

@F1Drama: "I was expecting a funny childhood story, NOT THIS. I just choked on my drink." @F1Tea: "THE WAY THEY JUST SAID IT SO CASUALLY, I CAN'T BREATHE." @Charles_leclerc: "I hate it here." @LandoNorris: "This is the best thing to happen all year. I want this framed." @FerrariMemes: 📷 Attached: Screenshot of Charles staring blankly at his phone on the Ferrari pit wall "Live footage of Charles finding out his little brother and his girlfriend just broke the internet." @PodcasterFan: "The hosts were NOT prepared. The way their souls LEFT THEIR BODIES." @WTF1: 📷 Attached: Meme of a guy sitting in a burning house "Charles every time Arthur and y/n open their mouths in public." @F1Fanatic: "WHY DID THEY SAY IT LIKE IT WAS NOTHING???" @F1Edits: 📷 Attached: Clip of Charles dramatically holding his head in his hands "Charles trying to process his life decisions."

TikTok Reactions

🔹 Edit of Arthur and me laughing on the podcast, with the caption: "THEY DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE. CHAOS. ABSOLUTE CHAOS."

🔹 Compilation of Charles suffering over the years, ending with this podcast clip. "Pray for this man. He's been through too much."

🔹 Lando's reaction video: "I knew they were wild, but THIS??? ICONIC."

Arthur and Me?

We were crying laughing as we scrolled through Twitter.

Arthur turned to me, holding up his phone. "People are making memes of Charles suffering."

I grinned. "As they should."

Arthur refreshed his feed and gasped. "Oh my God, look at this one."

He showed me a tweet that had a side-by-side comparison:

📷 Left: Charles looking exhausted in an interview from 2019. 📷 Right: Charles holding his head in his hands at the Ferrari garage today.

Caption: "4 years apart. The suffering never stops."

I lost it.

Meanwhile, Charles?

Charles was nowhere to be found.

Rumor had it, he turned his phone off to escape the madness.

Which, honestly?

Fair enough.

#arthur leclerc #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 imagine

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h3nderyss · 4 months ago

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you as wayv's 7th member (headcanons)

pairing: ot6 x fem!reader . . . masterlist . . . 127 ver dream ver genre: fluff a/n: romantic headcanons for each member if you were the 7th member and only girl in wayv! u can imagine if ur in a secret relationship or not!

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

kun

checks on u 24/7

PRINCESS TREATMENTTTT

like always makes sure ur comfortable no matter where u go

long walks around the city omg

would absolutely love to take u to traditional locations in china

i swear his love is like a warm blanket

u guys would always go on livestreams tg

it'd actually be surprising to the fans if once u go live without him

sometimes at practice he'd show up with ur fav food

if ur sad expect him to hold ur hand thru anything.

he makes sure ur not going through anything alone

even like predebut, yall just had a CONNECTION.

it was practically like u guys were destined to be tg, like there was just that feeling that he was the one

i can only imagine how many cdramas u guys would watch tg

ten

right off the bat expect one of his songs to be about u

he'd def call u "my love" but in thai

that's how special u are to him

oh also expect him to teach u thai too

u guys r literally THE dance duo of nct

lowkey in one of his music videos he'd want u to be a backup dancer or maybe like.. the female lead

he'd send u all of those selfies with his cats bc he knows how much u love them

whenever ur over it's like who do u love more? ten or his cats?

to which he'd be playfully jealous then shower u with kisses

whenever ur overwhelmed by work he'd insist on taking u out somewhere

honestly before he posts any selfies he'd send them ALL to u beforehand

just so that u have special access to his photos before the official release LOL

if he takes u to an art museum he'd constantly say "but you're prettier."

his tattoos r sooo special to u, and he loves it when u admire them

winwin

he's kinda reserved but when it comes to u he is SO vulnerable

he's so nonchalant lol but u know him and whatever he's feeling

nobody is as close to him as u are

he'd make sure to text u everyday no matter how busy he is

bc of actor winwin, we get CRUMBS.

but ur the only thing on his mind if he's back in china while ur in korea promoting

his actions speak volumes

if the crowd is too big somewhere he will always pull u closer

WOULD tie ur hair back for u if he sees it's bothering u during practice or whenever

honestly he didn't expect to fall for u but.. look where he is

absolutely smitten

xiaojun

his love is so intense

he'd GAZE at u whenever u talk like he'd pay no attention to anything around him

he'd cuddle up to u just like a cat

he's so silly like u 2 r the chaotic duo of nct

both of u are chronically online and would never miss out on a tiktok trend

he'd peck ur lips every now and then just to be silly

and always surprise u hugging u behind ur waist with NO warning

if ur relationship is public i feel you'd do lots of couple trends on tiktok too

he'd sing for u ALWAYS

ask to sing him whatever song and he will

knows all ur fav things and would do anything

pls convince him to bring back the oreo hair. (he will upon ur request)

his favourite intimate thing with u is making out lol

hendery

always makes u laugh

surprises u with plushies, knows how much u love them

during content vids fans would suspect on why he's always around u

and when he's on livestreams, he talks abt u

maybe a littleeee too much...

omg whenever he sneaks looks at u it's enough to make u weak

would always find ways to cheer u up

honestly, his presence is enough!

ur relationship would be soft launched by ur matching posts on insta..

and matching clothes...

wouldd let u play with his hair, pls do it more

he's honestly like rlly touchy

i feel like sm would make a statement confirming the relationship like 2-3yrs after debut

yangyang

sooo charming

i feel like his first crush on u would develop after seeing u in the love talk mv

sends u the cutest pics of him ever

oh my god, such boyfriend material

all u want to do is just cuddle with him which is what happens 99% of the time when ur alone tg

u guys would nap often and the other members would secretly take pics

he remembers the little things abt u

ur just occupying his mind out of his own control

his confession would be bold but he's shaking and quaking inside

when he wants kiss u give kiss

bc trust me it's SO hard to resist this sweetie pie

he's so loving omg

he loves when ur hand mindlessly runs through his hair

give this boy ur attention pls

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controld3vil · 1 year ago

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chaotic duo

pairing(s): dune cast x actor!reader (platonic), oscar isaac x actor!reader

synopsis: requested by this ask!

⤷ alt: even your on-screen son can't deny how delightful his on-screen parents were.

notes: absolutely no shade to rebecca ferguson i adore her too much. reader is considered to have fem pronouns. ALSO ive been feeling iffy about trying to write for dune characters?? personally, although i love writing these actor!reader stories, writing for the actual characters i feel would be more challenging. dune's still pretty new to me but i kinda wanna give it a shot if i can make a good storyline T-T

It all started with the Dune Cast Q&A brought together by Nerdist. Timothee Chalamet and Denis Villeneuve had just finished chatting with the host, Stephen Colbert about their perspectives on Paul's character. Much emphasis had gone on the young actor's performance. And Denis's decision to cast such a well-experienced one.

After finishing up their last question together, Stephen decides to introduce two additional members. "Timothee let's bring out the man and the woman who play your parents, Duke Leto Atreides and Lady Jessica." A transition between screens to display your camera view and Oscar's. He introduces both your names.

"Hi!" You grin at the camera, comfortably leaning against one of the arms of your chair. Similar to everyone else's backdrop, yours was pitch gray, covering all but your silhouette and chair.

"Hey Stephen," Oscar greets at ease, as you proceed to wave to each of the people seen onscreen.

It cuts immediately to the host gesturing in continuation for a question. "Tell me and the audience about Duke Leto Atreides. What do we need to know?"

"He's the father and human. I think that's the biggest thing and uh under incredible pressure to save his family. Save his house but to adapt to this new existential threat situation which is moving to this strange planet," Your fellow costar puts into short. Short and concise was what was expected.

Content with his answer, Stephen moves the attention to you. He calls out your name, eagerly. "Rereading the books uh- right now, I am struck by how much of the story- uh the backstory and the action story is driven by the decisions Lady Jessica makes." A smile grows on your face, knowing how much fun was a character to play for you.

Along his last few words, you find yourself nodding in agreement. "I'm impressed with that you, Stephen actually read the books again!" An instant grin comes from the said man. "But it's all applause to Denny- he highlighted this from the book. In the film, her decisions basically create, fractures and disrupts everything."

"Best parents ever," In a low whisper, Timothee murmurs and the five of you burst into short chuckles and snickers.

"The best you could ever have!" You clapped your hands together, shaking them above your head in victory. And when the screen expands to show everyone's reactions, the audience can noticeably pinpoint Oscar's playful eye-rolling.

Another fun interview you had the pleasure of sharing was with Grazia UK. It was in a more comfortable setting. With you and Oscar in a lounge room, with the Zoom camera on. While the female interviewer complimenting a kind smile.

"Can I ask you something," Not within a second of the conversation, you rose up with a peculiar question. "Do you remember his beard?" Your costar beside you, looks away in disappointment. Even raising his hand to emphasize his discouraged state.

"A bit yes..."

"Yeah,"

"Yes!"

"Why? It was an impressive beard," Sort of clueless really, the interviewer says, of why you wanted to the topic up.

"Yeah, it was impressive!" Oscar looks back and forth between you and the camera, directing towards the woman on the other side. While you shriveled in embarrassment, leaning your head behind his shoulder, with a few snorts of laughter. "She doesn't even remember if I had a beard or not in the movie! She just saw it."

"Quite a prominent beard!"

"Yes yes, well I can remember so much," You chaste, leaning closer, locking eyes with your costar. Threatening really in a playful way.

"We shot together for a few months! How could you not remember?!" He exclaims, raising both his hands in the air in exasperation. You puff, adorning a pouty-like look.

"I work with what's in front of me," you turn to address the interviewer, pointing at Oscar accusingly. Because much contrast to what he looked months ago, he no longer had that impressive beard. He was clean-shaven, much to your display.

Next to you, Oscar scoffs. "Apparently not!" Bumping shoulders with you as you fought back, poking him many times obnoxiously.

You both later discussed a provoking quote referenced multiple times from Dune posters. Fear is the mind killer. Truly a simple yet intriguing phrase that fitted well with the film. And in generally, you and Oscar compared each others quotes from personal experience.

"I guess you could combine them together," Taking a sip out of your glass, you eyed at Oscar. He hums back and smooths his hands comfortably down his hips.

"It will pass and love prevails!" He cheerfully expresses. Even from afar, the interviewer can notice how much fun you two were having with the question.

"Right and, it plays perfectly with the film," You add onto your little spiel, nodding as you go, "Besides the fact that- you know, fear is the mind killer."

The male actor lets out a long sigh. "Makes you forget how violent the movie is."

On the other side of the screen, the blonde interviewer shrugs her shoulders. "Well- it's only included in small parts in the movie."

It was your turn to hum, dragging out the M sound. "I think maybe the film focusses too much on romance."

A caught off cough comes from Oscar as he tries to his best to dismiss his your sarcastic comment. "I feel like there should've been more of it."

"Really?!" The shot pans to your exaggerated shocked gaze. You then turn to look at the interviewer. "He has no idea how to write a movie." Instantaneously the male actor bursts out laughing, shaking his head back and forth in little denial. Even you couldn't hold it together and giggled a little.

"You play Timothee's parents so spent a lot of time with him. What is the most interesting thing we do not about Timothee Chalamet?" The interviewer prompts, having their arms supported on top the their desk with pure keenness.

Pursing your lips together in concentration, your attention turns towards your partner. "Well coming from me- I mean I don't know if people know this about him or not- but he's very open hearted." Oscar continues, "And me, having to play his father- hence the beard!"

"Ah!" Giving more emphasis, you raised your brow in recollection.

He goes on comparing the analogy of having to play Duke Leto as a powerful leader of a House. Without his people and court, he wouldn't resemble much of an prestige leader. However Oscar later mentions that Timothee's performance was the catalyst to their relationship look authentic. He is young yet incredibly sympathetic towards what's to be done for the film. His time with both of you really sold your relationship as a family, you'd think.

"So that's a very generous thing to do for a young actor. And I was impressed and admired that," In the background, you can be heard mumbling in agreement. Your partner shifts his posture, facing and expecting you to go next.

Licking your lips, you took one last glance at him before focusing strictly at the Zoom camera. "I think for me, to have a young actor like him- he's very driven about it all. When he's on and off screen, Timothee's just focused- he's very serious and concentrates heavily on what Denny says- and I can say I respect that." You punctuate your point, tapping lightly on your knee. "And I play his mother you know, and I try to accommodate with that. I play along and we work until we find a good rhythm with each other." The older woman on the screen seemed enamored by your compliments regarding your costar. Yet her eyes quickly makes it's way to Oscar, sitting quietly and listening to you ramble.

His laidback posture showed how greatly he took your words in. You grab your glass and take a quick sip before hearing him say, "We raised him well." Taking your hand in both of his as a sign of pride.

A delightful chuckle comes from both you and the interviewer while your partner gives a satisfied grin. "We really did!"

The media did not need proof to know of your enjoyed time during the production of Dune. In fact, multiple vlogs and documentaries about the film had fans and viewers alike become fond of your positive and laid back attitude about it all. Despite playing a calculating character such as Lady Jessica, you were nothing of serious when on screen with your costars.

"Welcome to Arrakis!" You popped into frame, wearing an exquisite dress, costumed by one of the designers. It was golden yellow with chains running down from the bottom half of your face to your chest. A faint veil covered your head but for right now, you had it placed on your hair. You spread your arms with anticipation for the cameraman to pan around your surroundings. "It's sunny today so I think we'd be out here for some time." You moved extremely close to the camera, before moving out of the frame to the side.

Abu Dhabi was bliss. The production and crew worked diligently day and night working in the deserts. And on this particular day, most of the cast had been present as well for the introduction of House Atriedes on Arrakis.

A few shots slowly pans from the crew's tents and Denny far into the sandy mountains as he speaks with Timothee. Another shot slyly captures you showing Josh Brolin an unknown video, sideways. Which somehow made him cackle very enthusiastically, holding his stomach to air as you quickly pat his back multiple of times. In all, everyone of the cast members were having a blast in the dry outskirts of the unknown.

"Hello," Brolin pops in another clip where he stands, wearing the Atreides armor. Under a massive shade area, a few people can be spotted in the background, moving equipment and conversing with others. From afar, the people filming the documentary can be heard presenting a few questions for him to touch upon. "Ah what do I think about Lady Jessica being played by," He says your name sincerely.

The video cuts to you having a conversation with your on and screen husband. A hand covering above your face to shield yourself from the sun, while Oscar tries to move where the light is hitting you as the best he could.

"I mean a phenomenal actor like her playing in that kind of role is guaranteed to have an amazing performance. She's- We've known each for a long time since Sicario and with Denny," The male actor softly grins, staring at where you were. "But Oscar on the other hand, eh- not so much." His tone becoming monotonous, as if the shift in topic was distasteful to the touch.

"Whatcha say, Gurney?!" A scream echoes and it's Oscar, cupping both his hands into an O.

The older actor couldn't keep it together before breaking into frivolous giggles. "Nothing, my lord!" He takes one last glance back before seeing you give him two big thumbs up with a silly smirk. "No in all seriousness, those two are just the best! You can never have a bad day with them."

Another prominent section in the video fans adored was with the actors that played Duncan Idaho and Dr. Liet Kynes. This time they are situated in what looked like the structure of Arrakeen. Where all ornithopters were supposedly stationed and the introduction of Dr. Kynes.

"They're so mom and dad," Jason Momoa shaking his head playfully with his hands clamped together. Both him and Sharon Duncan-Brewster wore still suits unlike many other extras who wore Atreides armor. "I mean- they're playing Paul's parents- but in real life it's just so different."

"Definitely more chaotic," Brewster jumps in, earning a hum from her costar. "They act nothing like them."

A cool shot from different location displays you in a dark with Timothee. It was the scene after Paul is put to test to by the Reverent Mother. It was a chilling scene yes, but in post production, many realize how unprofessional you sometimes were even in the most serious times.

The cameras were not live however the film crew were about to pan to you gesturing back and forth with your on-screen son. It was a interactive and intriguing conversation you both were having. You looking in purely engaged with what the French actor was saying. After a few sentences being spoken, it looked as though you chided a teasing joke which gave the reaction of Timothee slightly snickering, backing away slowly.

"I mean do they look like my parents? No," The young actor states shortly. It looked as though the clip was shot right after capturing your cute moment togehter. "But I'd say- yeah Oscar Isaac's a great actor and- to be able to play my dad is pretty cool. Even though we look nothing alike." Nervous laughter spouts as he clears his throat.

"I feel like I get the resemblances from my mom though," Affectionately stating your name, "You can tell where I got my powers, good looks from." Momentarily readjusting his collar as he takes a quick look from behind, knowing your footsteps.

"See? I'm the favorite parent!" In hushed squeal, you wrapped your hands around Timothee's shoulders, earning a lovable grin back.

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valiwrites · 3 months ago

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reincarnation ✧.* formula 1

part 2 part 3

: ̗̀➛ pairing: formula 1 x senna!reincarnation!male!oc (nico santos) : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, people shipping drivers but nothing serious, bromance, hate comments : ̗̀➛ author’s note: i wrote this before and got a lot of hate for it. if it’s not your thing, just scroll past—no need to spread negativity. i didn’t write this just to read mean comments.

: ̗̀➛ smau

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danielricciardo ✔︎

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danielricciardo the funniest part was... i had to held him back so he didn't murder anyone yesterday

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user1 reason 727390 why daniel and nico are my fav duo

user2 showed my dad a picture of nico and he said he hasn't seen anything of senna in years i had to explain to him that this is not senna 😭

user3 my mom said that too!! but nico hates being called senna

charles_leclerc i haven't seen nico that mad ever

user4 why is the first picture so wholesome tho omg

user5 because danny is wholesome

user6 nico was ready to commit a whole crime and daniel said ✨no✨

maxverstappen1 i was lowkey scared for my life not gonna lie

user7 danny out here being the emotional support human for a guy who could probably fight god

user8 nah but the way nico looks at daniel in the vid… y’all seeing this or am i delulu

user3 the way his eyes soften when he looks at daniel is so cute

user5 y'all are so delusional he didn't even look at daniel 😭

lando nico was pacing like a dad whose kid just crashed his car 💀

user9 why does every chaotic duo have one guy who keeps the other from getting arrested

user10 danny being the only thing between nico and a felony is so on brand

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos mood after yesterday

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user1 help nico really wanted to throw hands 😭😭

nicosantos you know it

user2 nico has a cat???

user3 it's max's cat lmaoo

user4 he kinda fine

user5 i have been saying that but no one listens to me

user6 the way he just crouched by daniel’s car like it’s some kind of secret mission 💀

user7 lowkey nico should’ve been in the movie ‘mad man on the edge'

user8 no way you can look at them and not see the chemistry. it's so obvious

user9 nah, the way nico looks at daniel in that video is giving ‘you’re mine’ vibes

user10 no wtf don't say that...

user11 why do i feel like nico is totally in love with daniel and he just doesn’t know it yet?

user12 why is everyone suddently shipping them hello

user13 bc daniel hugged nico at the press conference 😭

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos ok, so we look alike. i get it. but let’s be real, i’m not him. just because we share a lot similarities doesn’t mean we’re the same person. i’ve been getting a lot of hate in my DMs, and honestly, it’s getting old. so, can we all just chill and let me live my own life? respect is all i’m asking for

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user1 literally, it’s just a resemblance, relax people

user2 the hate is so uncalled for. nico deserves respect not this mess

user3 people acting like he’s actually senna’s clone, chill out

user4 he's trying really hard to be 🙄

user5 the fact that nico has to explain this is crazy. let him breathe

user6 you can’t just deny the resemblance though, it’s a little weird you’re acting like it’s nothing

nicosantos i’m not denying it, but i’m also not claiming to be someone i’m not. it’s not that complicated

user7 he’s just salty because people keep bringing up senna. get over it

user8 he doesn’t owe anyone an apology for looking like someone. leave him alone

niconews ✔︎

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niconews eyes never lie... this was nico just a day after all the hate he’s been facing recently. in a raw moment during an interview, when asked, "you seem pretty pissed at the situation," he didn’t hold back. nico responded, "well, people stick their noses in everyone’s business without thinking about feelings. i didn’t ask to be born the way i am, i’m just trying to live my life." his voice cracked, and despite trying to hold it together, tears started to form. it was a moment that showed just how much this constant pressure has been affecting him. in a world where we all expect people to be perfect or fit into certain molds, nico's vulnerability spoke volumes.

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user1 it's heartbreaking to see someone so kind and real get treated like this

user2 the pressure he must be under is insane. we forget these are real people

user3 this is so unfair, just let the guy breathe for once

user4 he’s literally milking the whole senna comparison for attention. stop pretending like it’s all ‘the haters’

niconews if you think that’s what this is about, you clearly missed the point

user4 he’s literally crying over people pointing out how much he looks like senna? get over it niconews it’s not about looks, it’s about respect. maybe try understanding that

nicosantos ✔︎

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nicosantos bromance is real

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user1 aww the senna cap

user2 i love nico he's adorable

user3 lando 😭😭

user4 lando is always the funniest person in the group

user5 nico with the senna cap is a whole vibe. love the respect for the legend

user6 this is the kind of bromance we all need in our lives

user7 nico wearing the senna cap but being his own person? love that for him

nicosantos see now i can't tell if you're being sarcastic or fr 💀

user7 i was being fr 😭😭

user8 someone tell lando to stop being this extra, i can’t keep up

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sidsinning · 7 months ago

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Do you ever think the flaw of Lukanette is that the couple is too good to be true?

Because it's interesting that the only thing keeping them from being together and break them apart in canon had been Marinette's secret instead of her crush.

Which, for a show that hinges on the main duo's romance shenanigans, isn't a good way to sell their main couple if the side couple is too compatible 😂

Think the writers kinda didn't gaf about Lukanette or Luka in general on god

Always felt like he was an after thought

We didn't even get a fundamental reason why they wouldn't work out like we did with Adrigami

So her getting with Adrien feels like a retcon of their whole break up episode, something else I really disliked about season 5

I think it's factually correct to say Kagami got wayyyy more character development and screentime with the main characters than Luka did

Man they were so cute he was so compatible with Mari bc his chill personality totally balanced Mari's chaotic energy. He's very clearly a source of comfort for her before, during, and after their relationship.

But Marinette's affect on Luka too,,,, Luka deciding to give up on convincing Bob Roth to credit their stolen art, only for Marinette to shock him by turning right back around to give him even more hell for his misdeeds??? Feels like both got something out of their relationship,,, or at least could've,,,,if they'd been explored a lil more,,,,

Am I saying they were perfect? Fuck no the writers made sure their OTP always got hammered into their relationship to stop it dead in its tracks somehow no matter how unnatural it was

But their foundation was so natural and strong and beautiful,,,the way they were both implied to be crushing but their big episode together wasn't even surrounding that,,,,just them hanging out,,,then getting angry their friend was being ripped off,,,,,friends before anything else,,,,,ugh,,,,

idk i think the "he's too perfect for her" reason for not choosing one love interest over another is nonsense...idk if that was what they were trying to say but if so I disagree like why wouldn't you choose someone you literally acknowledge as the better option (Not saying this about Adrien, just about this trope in general)?

I have a lot of feelings

#ml #mlb #miraculous ladybug #lukanette #ask

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Just coming back from the newest chapter of White Horse. ma'am? Ma'am? I am unwell? I am broken and you have undone me?! The proposal is coming? And I am here simply cooking dinner?

Ok. Ok. So, first if there is a picture of the ring I would love to see it. Because my brain is not visually gifted especially in things I'm not good at.

Then, Max casually showing people pictures of his cat, ignoring that his secret girlfriend is right in the frame? Gold. pure gold. What's next? Her Coller ID is 'love of my life'?

I need to know, do the old drivers, the retired drivers, team principals and other gonna have a group chat if their own or are they all goong to join the already existing one?

I love the hilarious duality that are Belle and Jos. As a dynamic duo I would love to have them. Absolutely they give off the extrovert/introvert friends vibe. Like Jos is going to be like:excuse me, she asked for no pickles!' Their weird little friendship is absolutely great and I love it. I need more of them ASAP. In public. Like the world will loose their shit and those two are just drinking coffee publicly.

OMG, is Charles going to think that Belle is..... Dating.... Jos? God. For the sake of comedy I need that to happen actually.

God. Always so good to read White Horse. Perfect blend of comedy, romance and actuall plot and character growth. ✨❤️✨

For the Ring:

LMAO your mind is truly a treasure 😂✨

Max casually flexing his cat (and totally ignoring his literal girlfriend in the background) is peak White Horse behavior and honestly? You’re not far off with the "Love of My Life" caller ID idea 👀 Though I think it's "Belle ❤️" Max is so down bad it’s almost painful.

As for the group chat... I can't juggle another group chat 😂 So the the old/retired drivers will just have to create chaos in other ways 😂

AND YES — the Belle and Jos friendship is pure chaotic gold. Extrovert/introvert energy is so real, and Jos absolutely would be the "excuse me, she asked for no pickles" friend 😭 I love them so much.

Also, Charles misunderstanding and thinking Belle is dating Jos?? STOP 😭😭 That’s the level of dumbassery we deserve for the comedy gods. I’m absolutely filing that idea away.

Thank you so much for this message and your energy — you captured the exact spirit of White Horse perfectly. I’m so grateful you’re here and enjoying the madness!! 🫶🏻❤️

#c answers #white horse

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Oooh the grid kids series is pure joy! I think it's really cool idea, especially because the drivers spend so much time around one another. Can i request one where maybe back in the day, rbr!seb and y/n were the grid kids of like mark and michael and jenson and back to present times, seb's grid kids are weirded out to see jenson and mark treat seb and y/n as their grid kids please. If that makes sense

Grid Kids: Gentlemen, a Short View Back to the Past

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: once upon a time, the grid parents were grid kids themselves

Series Masterlist

When We Were Young

“Oi lovebirds! Stop canoodling in the garage, will ya?” Mark Webber chuckles, teasingly nudging Sebastian as you blush, having been caught stealing a quick kiss with your boyfriend in the middle of the chaotic paddock.

Michael, ever the protective figure, chimes in, “Leave them alone, Mark. It’s sweet. Remember when we were young and in love?” He winks at Sebastian, who grins, clearly relishing in having backup.

Jenson, leaning against a tire stack, chuckles, “Speak for yourself. Some of us still have it.” He sends you a playful wink and you laugh.

Sebastian wraps an arm around you, “Honestly, with the three of you as mentors, I’m surprised I’ve learned anything about racing.”

You smirk, “Maybe they're preparing you for the important race — the race of life?”

Mark snorts, “Deep, Y/N. Very deep.”

Michael smiles, a nostalgic look in his eyes, “You know, Y/N, you remind me a lot of my wife back in the day. Always grounding us racers, making sure our heads don’t get too big.”

Jenson nods in agreement, “True that. You have a way of making sure Seb here doesn’t drift into the clouds.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, “Oh come on! You guys are just trying to get on Y/N’s good side because she’s the only one who brings proper coffee to the track.”

You giggle, “Guilty as charged. Can’t have my grid parents falling asleep at the wheel now, can I?”

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Sebastian and you stand with Jenson and Mark, sheltering under an awning as rain pours down, delaying the race. Michael ambles over, shaking off his umbrella.

Sebastian grins, “Typical Spa weather, huh?”

Jenson chuckles, “Isn’t it just? Every year I hope for sun by some miracle and every year...” He gestures at the rain dramatically.

You sigh, “I packed for a summer trip. Look at this!” You motion to your very damp sundress.

Mark smirks, “Rookie mistake. Always pack a wetsuit for Spa.”

Michael nods sagely, “And flippers.”

Oh Simple Thing

The smell of grilled meat wafts through the air as Jenson mans the BBQ at his home. You and Sebastian arrive, bringing along a homemade salad and plenty of sides.

“Ah, the dynamic duo!” Mark greets, pulling you into a friendly hug.

Michael points to the salad, “Trust Y/N to ensure we get our greens. Good on you!”

You wink, “Can’t have you all living on steaks and grilled chicken alone.”

As the evening progresses, stories from their early racing days are exchanged, often leading to fits of laughter. At one point, Mark shares an embarrassing story about Sebastian’s rookie mistake during a test session.

Sebastian groans, burying his face in his hands, “Do we have to bring that up again?”

You pat his back sympathetically, “It’s alright, Seb. Everyone has their moments.”

Jenson, taking a sip of his drink, adds, “That’s true. Just remember, no matter how many times they tease you, you’ve got Y/N in your corner. And that’s worth more than anything.”

Prank or Be Pranked

“Seb! Did you move my helmet?” Jenson calls out, rummaging through his locker as the five of you prepare to go karting, his face a picture of confusion.

Sebastian, feigning innocence, replies, “Why would I do that?”

You, smirking, lean in and whisper to Mark, “Five bucks says he put it on the highest shelf.”

Mark grins, “You’re on.”

As Jenson continues his search, he eventually finds his helmet perched high up, just out of reach. Michael, catching on to the prank, laughs, “Looks like our young prodigy here has learned a few tricks.”

Sebastian shrugs, “Consider it ... training. For reflexes and stuff.”

Jenson, using the handle of a dusty broom to retrieve his helmet, retorts, “Wait till you find out what I’ve done with your boots.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen in horror, “You didn’t!”

“This is going to be a long season.” You lean back against the brick wall as the overgrown children in front of you continue to bicker, fighting a smile.

Thanks for the Memories

Jenson, lounging comfortably in the hospitality area, raises an eyebrow as he watches you try to subtly wipe some oil off Sebastian's face. “You sure you’ve got him all cleaned up for the camera?”

You laugh, looking at a sheepish Sebastian who had been poking around his car earlier. “It’s like looking after a kid sometimes. He’s always getting into something.”

Michael chuckles from across the room, “Ah, young love. Sebastian, she’s got your number. But honestly, Y/N, good on you. We older ones have been trying to teach him some discipline.”

Mark smirks. “To be fair, Michael, I recall a certain someone ending up in a pool with his clothes on in Monaco just last year.”

Michael grins mischievously, “That was different. And anyway, Seb, Y/N, don’t get any ideas.”

You playfully roll your eyes, “Trust me, if he ends up in the water, I won’t be the one pushing him.”

Sebastian wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “But you’d jump in to save me, right?”

You pretend to ponder, “Hmm, depends on how cold the water is.”

Jenson laughs, “Sebastian, you’ve found your match. But seriously, both of you, cherish these moments. The grid, the races, it’s all fleeting. But the relationships, the memories, they last.”

Michael nods in agreement, “Jenson’s right. One day you’ll be the veterans, guiding the young ones. Remember these days, learn from them.”

Mark clinks his water bottle to yours, “To memories and the journey ahead.”

Flintstones, Meet the Flintstones

Michael leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, “You know, when I started in F1 we didn’t have all this fancy tech and simulations. We relied on instinct.”

Jenson, faking shock, retorts, “Wait, you mean they didn’t have cars back then?”

Sebastian chuckles, glancing at you, “I bet he drove a dinosaur to the track.”

You laugh, “A very fast dinosaur, mind you.”

Mark, trying to keep a straight face, adds, “Michael, be honest. Was your racing suit made of ... loincloth?"

Michael plays along, “Yes and our helmets were carved out of stone.”

You chime in, “I heard they used saber-toothed tigers as pit crews.”

Jenson nods, “Oh, absolutely. And the pit stops? Ten minutes. Had to give the tigers a break.”

Michael rolls his eyes, laughing, “Alright, alright, mock the legend if you must. But remember, young ones, we paved the way.”

Mark grins, “And we’re grateful, old man. But don’t forget, it’s their turn now.”

Sebastian, ever competitive, challenges, “Race you to the track?”

Michael raises an eyebrow, “You sure about that?”

You laugh, “Careful, Seb. He might just bring out his dinosaur.”

Passing the Torch

Michael stands, his presence commanding the room’s attention even without a word spoken. Holding a helmet delicately in his hands, he clears his throat. “In every racer’s life, there comes a time when the tracks call to you a little less, the roar becomes a distant echo, and you realize there’s a world waiting for you outside the paddock.”

He glances over at Sebastian, then to you, emotion shimmering in his eyes. “But before I step into that world, I wanted to leave behind something, a token of gratitude and hope.”

Sebastian’s brow furrows slightly, curiosity evident. “Michael, you’ve already given so much to all of us …”

Michael interrupts with a soft chuckle, “Seb, always impatient! Let me finish.”

He then looks at you, his gaze warm and fatherly, “Y/N, you may not race on the track, but you’ve raced in all our hearts, guiding, supporting, laughing, and cheering louder than everyone else.”

“Sebastian, Y/N,” Michael continues, his voice imbued with emotion, “This helmet, from my last race, isn’t just a piece of equipment. It’s a symbol. A legacy.”

Gently placing the helmet on the table, he pushes it towards the two of you. “It’s about the weight of responsibility, the dreams it carries, the hopes it’s seen, and the love it’s felt.”

The room is silent, the magnitude of the gesture palpable.

Sebastian, clearly moved, speaks up, voice choked with emotion, “Michael, this ... this is ... I’m not sure if we can ever fill the space you leave behind.”

Michael smiles, placing a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, then moving to hug you tightly. “That’s the thing about spaces. They evolve. They change. You two won’t fill my space. You’ll create your own.”

Pulling away, he raises his glass, “To new beginnings, to timeless legacies, and to family. Always to family.”

Back to the Future

As Max saunters into the room, he stops short, eyebrows raised in surprise. Jenson is teasing Sebastian, ruffling his hair like he’s a teenager, while Mark playfully nudges Y/N’s arm, offering her a drink.

Max blinks a few times, trying to process the scene. “Is ... is Jenson giving Seb a noogie?”

George peers over from his conversation with Lando, both their eyes widening. “It looks like it ... and Y/N’s being drawn into some sort of mock arm wrestling with Mark. What alternate reality did we walk into?”

Charles, mouth agape, chuckles, “It’s like watching a nature documentary: Here we observe the older generation asserting their playful dominance over the younger one.”

Lando giggles, nudging George. “Mate, should we jump in? Even the odds a bit?”

Before George can answer, Mick, who’s been observing silently, leans in. “Guys, it’s kind of sweet. You remember the stories they've told about the old days? This is just ... history repeating itself.”

Max, still trying to wrap his head around the scene, shakes his head with a laugh. “Never thought I’d see the day when Seb gets his hair messed up and doesn’t immediately fix it.”

Lance calls out, “Maybe we should start taking notes. This might be us in a few years.”

Grid Kids and Grand-Grid Kids

Charles saunters over to Mark and Jenson, holding up a race boot he’d just had signed by both of them. “Thanks for this, mates. It will be a special addition to my collection.”

Mark pats Charles on the back, “Anything for our grand-grid kid.”

Charles stops mid-stride, turning to look at Mark with a puzzled expression. “Your what now?”

Jenson chuckles, handing Lando a signed cap. “Didn’t Seb and Y/N mention? Since they’re your grid parents and they’re our grid kids ... well, that makes you our grand-grid kids.”

Lando bursts into laughter, while George, overhearing the exchange, raises an eyebrow. “Wait, so we’re like ... the second generation of grid offspring? This is getting complicated.”

Mick leans in with a smirk, “Hold on. So if I’m following this logic properly, that would mean double the birthday gifts, right?”

Jenson grins, “Well, perhaps but it also means double the expectations on the track.”

Lance playfully rolls his eyes, “Great, double the pressure. Just what we needed.”

Max joins the banter, “Are there grand-grid kid initiation rites we should know about? Because I’ve seen old photos of Seb and Y/N with you guys and let’s just say that fashion has come a long way.”

Mark feigns shock, “You’re dissing our style from back in the day? Careful, young one.”

Charles, cocking an eyebrow, shoots back at Max, “Especially considering the only thing in your closet is Red Bull merch.”

The group bursts into laughter, Max chuckling and nodding in acknowledgment. “Touche, Leclerc. Touche.”

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