#lmk naomi

[the1trueanon]

Second half of my ArtFight characters!! Rosemary was going to join them, but tbh I've been struggling with her design since she's so new. So she'll join in next year instead, when she's more settled -w-

These are my more fanworks-based characters! Naomi for Monkie Kid and Esper for Stardew Valley. I'm excited to see how people like them!!

Here's my ArtFight profile! Naomi's page! Esper's page!

(1/2)

[f1-stuff]

Monaco GP '24 // Carlos & Naomi preview Monaco from the air

"[Monaco] was my first podium with Ferrari. And you feel special, you feel something really different... [The podium]'s nearly level with the mechanics. You're closer to everyone. You've seen, for so many years, drivers standing on that podium. For me, if I would have to choose three races to win, it would be Monaco, Monza as a Ferrari driver (or Imola), and my home grand prix." "Ferrari just needs a track that suits us to win... Let's see - if we nail a good weekend and the stars align, it could be a Ferrari chance here."

[lightsnowww]

goth tanizaki... ❤️🖤

[rocicrew]

more shippy doodles : the girls edition

[twinsoftheday]

today's twins of the day are:

naomi and veronica storm from rainbow high

[nurturercelia]

Where: Third Floor Hallway When: Around 9:45AM, Sunday, September 4th Who: @naomikojima

Celia gave her dress and smooth, tousled her hair and tried on a smile in the mirror. The silver lining to meeting under such sad circumstances was that Celia was able to see everyone again. It had been years since she had heard this much noise in the house and she found it all strangely calming, a welcomed change from the silence that so often fell over her own town house in Albany. They were all welcomed distraction from the actual pain Celia felt over losing Richard.

She thought naively that she would spend this time before the wake going to pick up her mother-her and Richard were contemporaries, after all, he would have wanted her there. But after that became an impossible task, she instead turned her focus to Naomi.

It was with some more ease than the usual knocks she donned when she rapped on Naomi's bedroom door. The girl needed her help maybe the most right now, although there were certainly some other wards that were trying to give her some competition. Celia noticed how she was isolating herself since arriving, spending even more time tucked away in her room than she used to. Celia recognized this behavior and took it as a challenge. If there was one person who could get her to participate, it will be Celia, by her sheer grit and persistence alone.

When Naomi opened the door, Celia gave her a sincere half smile. Can't scare her off this early. "Are you ready to go down? I thought it might be easier to go with friend."

Friend was a bold statement on Celia's part, for she doubted Naomi would refer to her as the same. Probably more along the lines of neighbors or person you get grouped with for the sake of convenience. But if Celia said it, maybe it had a bigger chance of becoming the truth someday.

"You look really nice," she offered, hoping to coax her out like a cat.

[soulcluster-moved]

@futurespacess / naomi

A lithe, silver form emerged from the shadows and in one bladed flash, cut down its enemies. The figure continued moving, dancing almost, between its enemies and carved a path through the facility. The blood stained hallway was eerily reminiscent of another scene from years ago, in the cold reaches of the artic on an island that shadowed over its survivors.

This survivor was on a singular mission: a rescue.

The last guard fell against the fall, his armor doing little to protect from the precise cut of the assailant's blade, and a trail of red followed his descent. Fox reached for the door panel and tore it out, short circuiting the device and forcing the door open.

He stepped through but his visor had already located her. Alive and well, her vital signs fine if a little amped up from the situation. Understandable, given the circumstances.

Fox found himself rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on her. It wasn't that he hadn't seen her in their years apart, or didn't know that she was the one he came for, but it was the first time she had seen him. Not since Shadow Moses.

He didn't want his sister to see him like this, even if she even still considered him her brother.

"Naomi." It's sheer willpower that his voice doesn't crack upon the syllables of her name.

[daringsunflowers]

@purehoneybees​ closed starter roughly based off this feel free to use anyone who’s fit.

as if this trip wasn’t bad enough the one person that naomia had hated the most had to come alone. she had reminded herself to let her friends know just how pissed she was over it. now instead of actually enjoying her time at the rental she was going to spend it arguing with them. they always argued why anyone thought them being under one rood would be a good idea was beyond her. 

so instead she drunk. she grabbed a bottle and spent the majority of the night drinking until she felt she was finally ready to speak to them. however instead she had plopped right down on their lap without a word only to be scooted right off and into the floor. “fucking rude..” she groaned as she picked herself up off the ground. “not to mention that hurt. shouldnt you be thrilled that i am even being nice to you?” she asked though it wasnt like what she had done at all tonight was nice. 

[luvcrs]

@shcrtnctice ♡'d for a starter / inspo (second bullet point !)

of all the blind dates naomi had been set up on, this had to be the worst one as her ex was currently sitting across from her. "well..." she laughed nervously. "fancy meeting you here."

[the1trueanon]

woe, poly be upon ye, holy poly >:D shenanigans and bullshittery (and undying love) this image sums up these four's whole relationship

Blue Prinxe -- @ari-fire-arts

[classactressx]

for @horrorismx

There was a part of Naomi that had briefly delved into the idea of normalcy; a family, settling down somewhere outside the spotlight, and having a life that didn't get broadcast twenty-four seven.

It's true that she has it now, at least in part — her only child was given away in a closed adoption long ago, and she hadn't considered any since then — in that she was left alone and able to live a 'simple' life.

Simple in the sense that no one was peeking over her walls and into her windows — oh... no, it had just evolved. The intrusions were limited, after the sun had fallen, and sometimes wore of the faces of the people she'd left behind (or lost long ago.) No, she was still cowering in her house, but much better at pretending like it didn't bother her now that no one was documenting that every torture in tabloids.

Amina N'Diaye might still be hounded, but this town had a way of swallowing the life you had before and leaving you bereft. Her other half was much in the same.

Different sides to the same coin, Naomi loved Erin like they were related — sisters from another mister, or whatever the kids might say nowadays — and, as yet, Erin was the only person allowed inside the bubble. The only one allowed to utter the name 'Mimi' without a wrinkled nose.

Erin understood her and her reticence to getting close, and she commiserated with her in the years after her arrival, Erin's arrival, and the subsequent loss that followed, "Rin, have I ever told you how much I love pastries? I miss being able to just bake cupcakes nonstop of — fuck, have them delivered to your door?"

The rise of food delivery might have been normalized sometime after she disappeared but, with enough money, anyone can get things delivered. Naomi's head tipped over to rest on the back of the couch in her own humble home, bare feet tugged up onto the couch and windows nailed shut with the curtains drawn tight. She watched Erin for a moment, rolling her tongue across her full lower lip.

"Sorry, little bit of nostalgia creeping through. Tell me something new with you, I've been... pensive, in the worst way, too much time in my past and my thoughts go completely fucked."

[lombax-lombardi]

here they are, all the fan kids (so far)

[lostwcnderlands]

when he'd addressed her directly, naomi's eyes widened, a smile appearing - but it was dashed && gone almost as soon as it had shown itself. now, heat rushed to her cheeks, and she felt a sudden flush of anger. " i beg your pardon, but this is my house. " the ghost spoke firmly, and matter-of-factly. for it was, after all, her house. she had never vacated it, even after her death. when told to pass over to the underworld, naomi had plead her case to hades, begging to stay. she would be damned if someone came in and disrespected her home in that way. and she was even willing to share!

arms crossed, and she floated upwards, forgetting to bother with looking as human and unfrightening as possible. " and i have done nothing else but tidy up your mess. "

but as the ghost stood her ground (despite little standing taking place, in truth), naomi allowed herself to privately feel some spike of excitement in her chest, where a heart should be beating, at the use of his language. finally. ah-ha. so he'd been wanting to meet her, too, even if only to scold. at least, for the first time in decades, she'd been noticed. but..... " how can you see me? " naomi asked suddenly, eyes narrowing, and a suspicious tone consuming her voice. why now, why him, after all this time of trying with every inhabitant of her home?

victor is no stranger to the supernatural. his world’s been chock-full of legends, monsters and bedtime stories turned real for as long as he’s known how to read. so far, it’s always been the mundane that managed to surprise him—the little details, caught in the freezing of a memory, like a person’s quirks, the singsong of a bird, the peacefulness of a place to call home.

the little details, for someone whose abilities also lie in never—ever—forgetting where he placed a piece of paper or a book, are quite important.

so when it all started, he noticed right away.

he didn’t know at first what it was, so he observed and waited. a blessing unknowingly given by hestia? or a prank—very much like it, because who would think moving his objects from one place to another was a gift? preposterous—played by a child of hermes he would soon find the culprit hidden as a cursed trinket in his bags. but the first time he saw that hand. . . pressed against the window glass, there was no doubt in it: he was dealing with a ghost. so he made his move.

he couldn’t see them naturally, no. but all it took was a number, a favor he called in from a friend and he had the little potion in hand. it required him some time to adjust, but ah—there she was. he’d find it all too strange if the nervousness in her hadn’t amused him just the same. “finally we meet.” he smiles, like he’s greeting a fellow mate in the bread line of a market. “may i ask you, miss, why you find joy in messing up the belongings of someone else’s house?”

[ohbueckers]

WHAT’S MY NAME? say you gotta leave but i know you wanna stay. you just waiting on the traffic jam to finish, girl. the things that we could do in twenty minutes.

THIS IS PART THREE! part one and two. pairing, paige bueckers x tutor!oc. notes, thank you for all the love you guys are too sweet, like.. anyways lmk what you wanna see! this fic is looking pretty longish? rn. warnings, sexual content, more interruptions. (i’m cooking, trust…)

a selection of songs from paige’s playlist played through her dorm room, the speakers playing some old school r&b—just low enough to set the mood but not distract. paige leaned back against the headboard, her white sports bra clinging to her skin, abs visible as she propped herself between liana’s legs. they’d been done with studying ages ago, the notes they hadn’t even bothered to move to a desk long forgotten, and now the only thing that mattered was the way their lips moved against each other.

liana pulled away, breathless but grinning, a giggle escaping as she gently pushed at paige’s shoulders, the blonde dropping her hand from her face with a chuckle. “i really have to go.” her tone was more playful than serious, and it was a given that neither of them wanted her to leave.

paige smirked, leaning in to nibble at her neck, her lips brushing against her pulse point. “you always say that,” she murmured, her voice low, teasing. “but here you are, still sittin’ pretty in my lap.”

liana licked her lips, trying to suppress a laugh as she squirmed under paige’s attention. “i mean it this time! naomi’s been blowing up my phone.” as if on cue, her phone buzzed again from where it sat beside the two of them on the bed, the screen lighting up with another message. paige glanced at it but didn’t care to look too closely. naomi wasn’t her concern right now.

liana reached for the phone, but paige caught her wrist, pulling her hand back. “c’mon, just a few more minutes,” paige pleaded, her hands beginning to rub up and down on her ass. “traffic’s probably bad to your apartment anyway.”

liana rolled her eyes but didn’t fight it. “you’re impossible, know that?” she muttered, crumbling completely as she leaned back into paige’s kiss. it wasn’t hard to give in—especially when she was this close, her hands firm and steady as they slid up her back.

when they pulled away again, paige watched as liana shifted, moving over her until she was straddling her waist, her knees digging into the mattress on either side. she looked down at her with amusement and something dark—it hit paige hard. how could a girl she’d known for such a short amount of time have her feeling like this?

liana flipped her hair to one side, the curls cascading over her shoulder as she studied paige with those wide, curious eyes. paige was mesmerized, completely caught up in how liana looked at her, how her hands slowly roamed her body, fingers tracing the line of her sports bra, dipping down to touch the exposed skin of her stomach. her gaze stayed locked on her, smirking slightly as if taking in a sight she’d never seen before.

“i’m never getting out of here at this rate,” liana teased, shaking her head as her hands drifted lower, dangerously low.

“not like you wanted to. like, let’s be forreal,” paige shot back, a cocky grin tugging at her lips as she let her own hands explore liana’s thighs, her fingers trailing over the soft material of her leggings. she kissed a slow trail up to her ear, nibbling lightly, making liana gasp and grip her tighter.

another buzz made liana turn her head, glancing over at the screen, seeing naomi’s contact take over her phone again. she screwed her eyes shut in response, reality hitting her. she was actually in a predicament, and never, ever in her life would she have imagined it to be one like this.

paige noticed the shift in liana’s expression, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. “you really finna’ answer that?” she asked, her voice softer now, yet there was still a bit of frustration behind them. paige wasn’t one to be possessive—at least, that’s what she told herself. but something about liana got under her skin, made her want more. and the fact that she couldn’t even get a few uninterrupted hours with her was driving her crazy. she shamefully wanted her all to herself, and that realization was a little too intense for her liking.

liana hesitated, her fingers still resting on paige’s shoulders. “i should… but i don’t want to.”

paige’s grin returned, a slow, knowing smile that wasn’t cocky this time, but more so relieved. “then don’t.” her hands found their way back to her thighs, pulling her even closer if that were possible. she wanted liana to stay, needed her to. not just because of the physical connection, but because she made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a while—alive, excited, and well, maybe a little scared.

“stay with me,” she whispered, her words more of a plea than a command. she didn’t want to think about why she cared so much or why liana’s choice mattered. all she knew was that she didn’t want this to end. both her time with her and whatever this was.

before she knew it, liana was tossing her phone aside, letting it go unanswered on the bed. the sound of naomi’s texts faded into the background as she leaned in, pressing her lips to paige’s in a kiss that left no room for hesitation. it was all hunger and need, a desperation to hold onto the moment for as long as they could.

paige began moving down to her neck, tasting the sweetness of liana’s skin as she placed soft kisses in all the right places. liana, lips slightly parted and eyes shut, couldn’t help but ask: “do you even remember anything i taught you tonight?” she giggled, trying to catch her breath even as she tilted her head to give paige better access.

paige’s lips hovered just above liana’s collarbone, her breath hot against her skin as she mumbled, “uh-huh… blah blah blah… something about… functions.” she punctuated her words with more kisses, each one making liana’s giggles turn into soft noises and whines.

“functions?” liana teased, clearly amused as she raised an eyebrow. but even as she tried to keep it light, she couldn’t deny how good paige felt, how right this all seemed. nobody had ever made her feel like this.

paige pulled back just slightly, just enough to catch liana’s eyes with her own. “yeah, it’s gon’ come back… eventually,” she pressed one last kiss to her neck before moving back to her face.

they both laughed softly into each other’s mouths before it dissolved into something more serious. paige’s hands slipped lower, fingers gliding inside the waistband of liana’s pants, teasing her in a way only she would.

but just as things were heating up again, the muffled sound of voices echoed from outside the door. paige froze, her lips still pressed against her as she listened, recognizing the familiar voices of her teammates. the interruption made her want to scream… for the second time.

“seriously?” paige groaned, pulling back, her forehead resting against liana’s chest as she tried to gather herself. this was getting ridiculous. they couldn’t catch a break.

liana thought it was almost comical at this point, but also incredibly annoying. “guess we’re cursed, huh?” she said with a soft laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

“seems like it. lemme’ walk you out,” and with a reluctant breath, paige helped liana off the bed, stumbling behind her towards the door. standing in front of it, liana instinctively began to smooth out her clothes, paige reaching for a shirt to throw over her head. afterwards, paige’s hands moved without thinking, reaching out to fix liana’s hair, gently tucking a few loose curl behind her ear.

when they stepped into the living area, the team was already sprawled across the couches, the sound of the door creaking open enough to snap their attention away from the tv. paige barely had a second to brace herself before the comments started flying.

“oh! oh, okay. yeaaah, oh, okay,” kk rambled out, her voice dripping with teasing insinuation. the pair could barely hear over the laughter and accusations, liana shooting them all a tight-lipped grin, making a note in her head to ask paige why she didn’t tell her they’d be on their asses the moment they stepped out.

aubrey, lounging with her legs kicked up on the coffee table, gave a low whistle. “bet y’all were ‘studying’ real hard, huh?”

paige threw her head down, walking extremely slow and unable to hold back the laugh that shook through her shoulders. she wasn’t embarrassed—far from it. she wasn’t sure she ever did around her team. when she lifted her head again, her grin was wide, flashing teeth as she shook her head at them.

“this is my cue,” liana said with a small laugh, though her cheeks were tinted a deeper shade of red. she slung her tutoring bag over her shoulder, doing her best to keep her cool. neither of them had yet to bring up where they stood after all of this, whether it’d continue to be a casual thing or not… and for some reason, it felt like the issue in communication from the start would be their downfall.

“alright, lemme’ get you out of here,” paige chuckled, giving her a wide-eyed look before placing a hand on her back and guiding her toward the door. the moment they stepped out, liana was bombarded with another round of remarks. all good-natured despite the intent behind them to make fun of paige.

“later, liana!” ice called after her with a grin.

“you get that tutor money, girlfriend!” nika added.

once liana was out the door and headed down the hallway, a never-ending smile on her face, paige stayed in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the frame. she watched her leave, her eyes lingering on her back as she disappeared around the corner. there was something about watching her go that made a little too eager for the next time they’d be alone. no distractions.

she sighed, finally closing the door and turning back towards the group, who paige really wished weren’t in her living area right now. there was almost never a quiet moment with them, some small chatter always being made and in this case, a lot of it being loud. paige couldn’t help but smirk as she made her way to the table, where a bag of fries sat waiting for her, courtesy of jana.

“what’d we miss?” kk teased, her eyes showing she was genuinely curious as if she were living vicariously through her. she sat on the arm of the couch, arms crossed and waiting for a response to every question everyone threw out. yes, every question.

“yeah, how’d that tutoring session really go?”

“we know this bitch doesn’t need help in algebra.”

“not too much.” paige shook her head, the grin on her face refusing to fade as she shoved a few fries into her mouth. “y’all are wild,” she said, her voice lighthearted but she was clearly pleased with the attention. “but it was good. real good.”

“real good, huh?” jana chimed in, raising an eyebrow as she leaned against the armrest. “so, are we talking ‘tutoring good,’ or…?”

“or ‘get a room good’?” ice finished for her, snickering.

paige rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “you know what? believe what you want,” she concluded, sitting down so she was still facing her teammates.

nika’s voice cut through the noise, a hint of seriousness in her voice threading through her usual teasing tone. “so, what are you gonna do about naomi, though?”

the question hung in the air for a moment, and paige paused mid-bite, her expression faltering just slightly as she swallowed her food. she knew they weren’t just asking out of curiosity, they were looking out for her, but she still felt the shift as much as she didn’t want to. naomi wouldn’t be an actual issue, right? paige didn’t even know if it’d last long enough for it to. actually… who was she kidding?

she adjusted her posture, dragging her hand through her hair. “they’re not even dating,” she said, as if that was an actual answer to nika’s question. shit, everybody’s question. “exes in some rekindling process, i guess—but i’m shutting it down.”

the group got loud again. “oh, that’s really convincing, paige,” aubrey said through ragged breaths.

paige made a face, tossing a fry at her. “man, what are you talking about?”

aubrey leaned forward. “nothing. just, you’re saying they got history?” she cupped her lips, beginning to chuckle as if she knew paige was in trouble. maybe naomi wasn’t just an obstacle the blonde could ignore, and an actual issue if she was actually interested in liana.

alright. maybe she has some things to consider.

[gasstationlady]

tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader

charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.

notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))

disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!

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voguemagazine

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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.

Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.

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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭

user she's the definition of perfection

user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here

↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩

↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo

user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi

user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩

user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list

↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here

↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title

user she’s so beautiful

user i would die for y/n

user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg

charleslc_updates

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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀

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user lmaoooooo relatable

user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??

↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n

user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰

user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video

user this man fr blushed AHAH cute

user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n

↳ user lol literally like get in line dude

↳ user back of the line bucko

user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met

user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT

user @/yourusername

↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.

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user omg she absolutely killed it

user god does she need a dog? i can bark

user i love seeing her thrive

user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc

↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though

↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen

user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are

user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.

user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT

user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week

↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!

user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n

user i could make this exact dress with my curtains

user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily

yourusername

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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]

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gigihadid sexy lady

↳ yourusername already missing you

user i keep forgetting she's part french

user you absolutely KILLED those shows

voguemagazine iconic ⭐️

alexademie 🔥🔥

user beautiful girl!!

user omggg charles liking this LOL

↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon

↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes

anokyai 😍😍😍

user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl] *liked by charles_leclerc

↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭

↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments

user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch

↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other

↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris

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user NO WAY OMG

user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here

user i knew you could do it charles!!

user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

user so are they dating???

user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH

↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES

↳ user he manifested this 😭

user they look sooo good together

user why does he look so srs

↳ user give my man a break 😩

↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭

user omgg this is like a fairytale

user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this

user i’m so invested

kymillman

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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES

Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.

Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N

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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL

user mom and dad 😩

user so it’s official???

↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭

user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him

user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺

user she’s serving though

user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH

↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal

user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold

user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt

↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it

↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1

↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense

user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n

↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn

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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race

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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name

user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL

↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha

user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it

↳ user she's so iconic

↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her

user i'm in love with her life

user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES

user lando's so funny 😭😭

user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow

user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace

↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.

user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺

user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't

user didn't they just meet like a week ago

↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while

↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing

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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]

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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]

yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]

↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]

user are we interrupting something...

user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public

user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak

user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple

user happy birthday y/n!!!

user in love with their love 🥺

user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else

↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy

user i still think this is a pr relationship

user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic

user this is my roman empire

user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane

user our generation's brad and angelina

↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating

user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭

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Oscar Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Content warning: swearing, readers (now ex/husband) is still a piece of shit, Oscar gets a little protective, another half ass ending cus I ran out of words, lmk if i miss any. another untitled one cus i suck.

A/N: this is not necessarily part 2, I guess it could be read as a stand alone… idk lol. But this is a part of the 'Another Man’s Treasure' universe.

(I think I've used this picture before but oh well. not mines though)

You let out a heavy, exasperated sigh after turning your car off. Another long shift at the hospital had kicked your ass, you had no energy, just ready to take off your scrubs and dip yourself in a hot bath. Thank goodness your kids would be with their father this weekend, you just needed a break. You decided not to sit and rot in the car as usual, you grabbed all your things and carried them to the door. You unlocked your door and turned the knob pushing your way inside and immediately noticed something wrong.

You look over at the shoe rack and notice your kids' shoes still sitting in their spots, you close the door and your eyes dart in confusion. "Naomi... Malakai... Nathan." You cautiously called out, the sound of their feet thumping against the carpeted floors upstairs, you dropped your belongings and waited at the bottom of the stairs.

"Hi, Mommy." Your youngest greeted. "Hi, guys, what-what's going on? You're going to Dad's this weekend. Who's watching you? Grandma?"

Naomi shook her head. "Oscar, we called him to pick us up."

"Yeah, dad didn't show up." Nathan chimed in. Your blood boiled, your nostrils flared in hot anger. This was his second time missing pick-up, you could excuse him for being late and that was you being generous but completely disregarding your agreement was not only disrespectful of you but of your children. Your children who are always so excited to see him and tell him about their week at school, your children who write a list of things they can do with him in the short span of 72 hours. Your eyes softened at them. "Why didn't you call me? You know I would've dropped everything for you guys."

They shrugged. "We didn't want you to get mad."

"Mad?? You guys this is not your fault, are you kidding? Look, just... head back upstairs, I will call your father. Okay?"

The three of them nodded and jogged back to their respective rooms. You took your hair down from its ponytail and scratched your scalp, freeing it from its current state of stress, you groaned walking into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink and spilling onto the counter. You were not getting to those tonight, way too tired. You heard the whistling of a familiar tune coming up the stairs of the basement, Oscar flicked off the light and stopped whistling when he noticed you, he presented an uneasy smile on his face. A bit scared that you'd be mad he didn't call you when the kids' dad didn't show up. But you tilted your head and smiled earnestly at him.

"Hi, baby." Sleep was very apparent in your voice. "Hola, mi amor." He stretched out his arms and you fell into them, your head resting on his strong chest, his heartbeat against your ear you close your eyes as the hypnotic rhythm brings you a bit of peace. He kissed the top of your head. "How was your day?" You asked. He chuckled. "Good, I missed you though. Made you some food, did the laundry, and I'll do the dishes soon."

"No, it's okay, I'll do them tomorrow morning." You foolishly protested, still not used to having someone else actually do some chores. He sucked his teeth. "No, you won't because they'll be clean by tonight."

You smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. "It's just dishes baby."

You pull your head back to look up at him. "You know what I mean. Thanks for... taking them. Ugh, in my next life, I'll know not to choose an idiot to be the father of my children." Oscar let go of you so you could fish for your dinner, you popped open the microwave to see a plate prepped and ready for you, all you had to do was heat it up. While the buzz of the microwave continued in the background you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, you dialled your ex-husband's number, your nails tapping impatiently on the counter waiting for him to answer.

"Hey, you know what to do." Beep.

You hung up and called again, if he wanted you to act out, oh you'd act out.

On the fourth call attempt, you finally heard noise on the end. "Hello?" He sounded groggy like he'd just woken up. Oh, poor thing.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

He yawned. "What are you talking about?"

You scoffed beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen you peaked past the arched entrance to see if you had any little listening ears before you let the words fly out of your mouth like a sailor, when it came to him your words were unlady-like. "What the fuck am I talking about? You know, I threw you a pity party by agreeing to shared custody when God knows I could have full, I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain you fucking asshole."

You could hear the amusement in his voice like getting you riled up got him off. "I can't do it this weekend, I told you."

You gritted your teeth remembering his excuse and you telling him that you didn't care. "Oh, yes, how could I forget? Poor you, you can't go out with the boys if you have responsibilities. Meanwhile, I take my children everywhere I go."

"Unless your little boy toy watches them."

"And yet, he's still doing a better job than you." You bit. "Look," You took a deep breath. "Us separating was hard enough on them, don't make this harder by not fulfilling the one thing you're required to do."

He could be heard soughing dramatically, and if you knew him well enough he was rubbing his eyes with frustration crawling under his skin. "Fine, I'll come get them tomorrow."

"Good." You hung up and tossed your phone on the counter with attitude. Your fingers found their usual spot on your temples, you rubbed them with stress written all over your body. This divorce was supposed to make everything easier, no contact with each other unless it involved your kids and yet he was still getting under your skin. A reassuring hand rested on your back. "Go sit, I'll bring the food."

"No, it's-"

"If you tell me no one more time we're gonna have a problem." A playful warning but a warning nonetheless. You put your hands up in surrender and follow his instructions going to the dining room to sit and wait for him. It didn't take long for him to pop up with your food. You looked up at him with puppy eyes and pursed your lips, he leaned down planting a kiss. "I'm gonna get your pyjamas out and get your stuff ready for bed."

You cooed, "You have no idea how much I love you."

He smiled pridefully. "I love you too, ma."

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6 PM.

You checked your phone just to make sure, and yeah, it was 6 p.m. The bright and burning sun was disappearing behind the horizon, the orange and pink hue replaced the blue sky, it was getting darker by the minute and he was still a no-show. Your phone was pressed against your ear as you took a peak at your kids as they sprawled out on the couch watching a movie with Oscar, you smiled softly. "You really don't mind? I'm not trynna get rid of them or anything but their bags have been packed since last night and I just feel so bad." You explained to your mom on the phone.

Oscar turned his head in an attempt to eavesdrop on your conversation. Naomi snuggled herself closer to him, he kissed the top of her head, he'd ask you what happened later.

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll let them know."

You left your phone on the counter and joined your family in the living room with a presentable smile on your face. "Who wants to go see grandma?" They all turned their heads, smiles stretching from ear to ear. "She'll be here soon, you can finish the movie don't worry." They nodded and turned back to the screen, their little bodies wiggling with excitement and anticipation, they loved your mom, she let them get away with anything.

Oscar was still looking at you, you blushed sending him an air kiss and he winked in return. He was first on the to-do list once your gremlins were gone.

Half an hour passed and there was a knock at the door, Malakai was the first to run to the door to let your mom inside. They greeted her before running upstairs to get their belongings. "Thanks again Mom."

"No problem and you two are okay with me dropping them off at school on Monday?"

You nodded. The three musketeers came back downstairs dropping their bags on the floor to hug, kiss and say goodbye to the both of you. Naomi takes a longer time with Oscar's hug. "Can you carry me to the car?" You heard her whisper, he agreed and grabbed her bag taking her outside. And as you stood in the door frame watching him help her inside, all the anger you had from last night and today had seemed to thaw out. You counted yourself as lucky to have found a man who took care of your children as if they were his own, double the luck that they loved him just as much. , sometimes you'd have to pry Naomi off of him when he had to go to work.

Your mom honked her horn and you waved them off blowing kisses until they were out of your view. Oscar walked up the steps, hunched over and looking at you through his brows, you knew what was coming. "Diaz." You warned. He scooped you up throwing you over his shoulder, you squealed and giggled as he carried you into the house. He kicked the door close with his foot, "I'm bout to fuck you up." Such a pleasant threat, especially with the addition of him spanking you. You laughed breathlessly as he tossed you onto the couch, finding himself between your legs.

You cupped his face pulling him in, your lips melting together in a needy chase, his hands wandering your body, making their way inside your shirt. His fingertips tickling your bare skin getting closer... and closer to-

Knock! Knock!

For fuck sake.

"Ignore it." He groaned. You sucked your teeth. "They probably forgot something."

He sighed kissing you once more before you got up leaving him with his blue balls, you opened the door and the smile on your face vanished. "You're kidding. You are fucking kidding me."

"Oh, not happy to see me?" Your ex-husband smugged tilting his head. You were in disbelief, at the audacity of this man to stand on your doorstep with that stupid grin on his face as if nothing was wrong. "I'm not actually. Why are you here?" You asked crossing your arms. He chuckled. "To get my kids?"

Your eyebrows raised in shock. You looked down at your Apple Watch to make sure the time was correct. And it was. "It is almost 7 PM, what time were you supposed to be here?"

He shrugged. "Does it matter?"

"It does fucking matter, Anthony! You said you'd be here at twelve, then you called at twelve saying you'd be here at two. Your children have had their bags packed since last night!" You said raising your voice. You pinched the bridge of your nose. "They're not here. So you can go." You proceeded to close the door but he had quickly wedged his foot in the frame. You looked up at him. "Anthony." You warned, your nostrils flared. That was Oscar's cue to get up and see what was going on, he opened the door and stood behind you with a scowl on his face. Anthony rolled his eyes.

"You couldn't wait to move another man into my house huh?"

"And it's never been more peaceful."

He looked past the both of you. "Where are my kids?"

"They're out."

"Where?"

"Don't worry about it." You sassed. "They at your mom's? 'Cause I'll just go pick them up from there."

"You will not."

He took a step forward causing you to take one back. "Watch me."

Oscar stepped in the middle of both of you, sizing up Anthony. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

Now this was a side you'd yet to see of Oscar. In your many conversations of getting to know each other, he'd felt comfortable enough to inform you of his old life. How he was the leader of an infamous street gang, Los Santos, even showed you pictures. You never wanted to say it out loud, afraid you'd make him feel weird, but seeing him in his cholo attire, the gun tucked in his waist and his shirt lifted up or sometimes off... oh it did something to you. You'd never ask him to delve back into his old ways, but you'd have little fantasies about what he used to be like.

Aggressive.

Rough.

Possessive.

"Nobody's scared of you. Some little bitch from Fiji, you just got here, don't know shit about shit."Anthony challenged, but you knew him well enough. He'd never been in a fight his whole life, you could put a gun next to him he'd piss his pants. Oscar half smiled taking another step forward. Anthony stepped back.

"I may have just got here but at least I know how to pick up my kids on time."

Your heart skipped. My kids.

"Your-"

"I know not to fucking lie to their mother about what time I'm coming to get 'em, I know not to disappoint them because the look on their faces is heartbreaking."

Anthony stuttered backwards, further down the steps and closer to his car. "And I know, that if you go to their grandmother's house and fuck up their weekend, I'll knock your teeth down your throat, pendejo."

You could see your ex-husband swallow any comebacks he had tried to come up with, the slight fear in his eyes as they darted to you as a plea for help but you just crossed your arms and shrugged. You weren't gonna help him. "Get the fuck out my face," Oscar growled. Anthony scurried off so fast you swore you saw smoke under his feet. His tires screeched as he pulled out of your driveway and down the street.

Oscar came back inside, trailing off to the kitchen. You closed the front door and followed him like a lost puppy. He reached into the fridge for one of his Corona’s and popped off the top. You bit your lip. "¿Que pasa?" He asked bringing his drink to his lips. You shrugged. "I think that was a solid first meeting."

He laughed. "Me too."

You leaned over the counter dragging your nail from side to side. "Sooo... was that Oscar or was that Spooky?" He playfully rolled his eyes and looked away. "If I have to go back to Spooky for you, I'll do it."

Your heart fluttered. "Any time?"

"Mhm."

You walked over to him, gently grabbing his hand and guiding him over to the steps and up the stairs. "You think Spooky can show out for one night?"

He pulled his hand from you and smacked your ass.

"Absolutamente, mi amor."

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