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$LAYYYTER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@ofeliaxoxo
the siren call of talking about cute boys was too strong to resist so ive made this blog in the hopes that someone will want to play rpf with me. any and all thoughts and discussions very welcome i want to analyse hot guys together
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I need to learn how to draw so I can draw medieval fantasy team55. La Rebe my princess. People who know how to draw I am so jealous of you I’ve always been extremely artistically challenged I couldn’t even do the diagrams in science class
For the user who wanted Charlos songs:
12 to 12 by sombr: "In a room full of people I look for you"
Actually even undressed by sombr ( blame Charles for whistling this last year)
Red by Taylor Swift "Losing him was blue, like I'd never known
Missing him was dark gray, all alone
But loving him was Red ♥️"
White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 🤍: Stick by me, close by me
You were fine, you were fine here
That's just a slow body
You left when I forgot to speak
So I text to speech, lesser speeds
Texas speed, yes
Basic takes its toll on me
Eventually, eventually, yes
Ah, on me eventually, eventually, yes
Do I wanna Know (Hozier's version): crawling back to you, ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Because I always doo
"Help I'm still at the restaurant"
Do I wanna know is real and true I was listening to that song thinking about them recently. Crawling back to you is a good charlos lyric because they have a certain magnetism but it’s complicatedddd
Girl, i love your blog, it is so comforting to know I’m not the only one completely unhinged over charlos. Love you! I swear i can always trust you for toptier updates, immaculate takes, AND you’re hilariously funny.
I read your tag on a post (what should’ve happened is they should have filmed a made-to-leak sextape and become c-list celebrities) and my brain immediately spiraled for RPF purposes and pure funsies. Because if a tape EVER leaked? 100% Charles’s doing.
He’d be out here issuing statements, acting utterly distraught in the paddock like OMG! Who could DO this?! What an invasion of our privacy!! I am devastated. Meanwhile, behind closed doors, he is vibrating NOW EVERYONE KNOWS. HE IS MINE. MINE. MINE.
And Carlos would just be completely oblivious Ay mi vida, i am so sorry, i have no idea how this happened. You were right, recording it was such a bad idea... although... it's curious how the leak barely shows anything, i mean, my dic- was stellar that night, why edit it out?
Charles: haha yeah... crazy...
Carlos: and why no sound?
Charles: do you want the world to hear my moans, mon chéri? are you really complaining about the edit of our sextape? I think it was great
Carlos: what?
Charles: whaat?
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The media: charles, how are you coping with the media storm?
Charles (looking straight into the camera holding back the smuggest smirk): it has been hard... but we are holding each other very, very close.
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Carlos: cariño why are they saying it was uploaded from an IP address in monaco? from... your location?
Charles: HACKERS! VPNs! They are so sophisticated nowadays
Carlos: charles... the file name is literally carlos_sainz_leclerc_mine_forever_FINAL_v2.mp4
Thank you I’m so glad you enjoy my blog!! Completely unhinged over charlos is real and true god I love them. Charles the duplicitous hacker…..I don’t know if I believe that man can work a computer but I also do believe he can do anything he cares about putting his mind to. In another life they would have been fantastic reality show stars…
Remember when that guy called Charles “Chuck” and he was like I will have you put down. And he was right
franco is not enjoying his pirelli testing in hungary
"I almost cannot believe this."
Charles didn't get any answer.
"You are letting me drive you. You never let anybody drive you anywhere"
There was a noise from the passenger seat, but Charles knew it was not directed at him.
He glanced over. Carlos' eyes were glued to his phone, clutched in one hand, fingers of the other pressed to his lips. Spain had probably come close to scoring again.
Charles gave himself a soft chuckle. Carlos had been worried that Ferrari's long debriefs would make him miss the game. (Nevermind that it was Carlos' excessive detail that made those debriefs so long in the first place.) The game was going to extra time, extending itself for him.
Well, Charles couldn't complain. He was driving Carlos' personal Ferrari. Because Carlos, who always had to be the driver, certainly for his own car, was too preoccupied with this football match.
Although when they pulled up to the garage of Carlos' building, the man was apparently aware enough to pipe up with a "Charles. Park carefully, please."
He didn't even look up from his phone.
"I park perfectly well," was Charles' pompous reply, even as he handed the keys to a valet.
Something happened in the game, getting Carlos agitated again. Which was good because Carlos, on a normal day, would otherwise balk at not one but two different people driving his car.
But tonight wasn't normal, it was Spain in the World Cup final.
When they reached Carlos' apartment, Carlos shucked off his shoes and made a beeline for his TV, leaving Charles to close the door and lock up. The sounds of the game came up while he took his time to untie his shoes.
"Come on, come on, come on...no!!! How did that not go in?"
Charles smiled to himself and took a seat, keeping a casual distance. It allowed him to watch Carlos in all his enthusiasm while keeping a safe distance from excited limbs.
Back in the privacy of his own home, and with more space then on a private jet, Carlos was unleashed. His arms waved. His hands clutched his hair. He rocked backwards onto the couch, legs kicking in the air as if he could kick the ball himself, then rocked back forward, leaning towards the TV, physically sucked into the game.
"GOL! GOL! YES! YESSSSS!"
When the ball finally sailed into the net, Carlos jumped from his seat and immediately turned on Charles. Warm hands grabbed his arms and shook him.
Then Carlos spun him around so they were both facing the TV. His hands kept their grip on Charles, holding him firmly against his side.
"Look," he said, as the replay start. "What a goal! What a goal..."
The pitch of his voice was rising with excitement. It was a very good goal indeed. Charles did not really care about who won, but he did care about Carlos' hands on him very much. And a happy, excited Carlos was a very handsy Carlos.
Charles had been waiting all night for this. Carlos had been more...controlled on the plane, as they hadn't been flying alone. Which was very unfortunate for Charles. But now he had Carlos all to himself.
"GOL! VAMOS VAMOS! Oh, no, come on..."
Charles felt the disappointment of what seemed like another Spain goal getting ruled offside deep in his soul, although his was a disappointment that Carlos had let go of him to gesture at the TV screen, more so than disappointment for Spain not being able to celebrate.
Carlos flopped back onto his couch, and Charles settled next to him, sitting closer than before. Where he had given himself distance to watch Carlos earlier, he now positioned himself with the hope that Carlos might touch him again.
He was right. As the game got closer to the end with the score still on a knife edge, Carlos got increasingly tense. Which meant that whenever something happened in the game, he would grab Charles and squeeze him like a stress ball. When he wasn't, his head was half hidden behind his hands, muttering to himself as Spain were forced to defend.
The clocked ticked past the added time, and Carlos had Charles in an arm lock, noises keening from his throat as he willed the game to end. It should have been annoying being handled like that, but Charles didn't mind. He was pressed up against Carlos' side, listening to Carlos make noises.
Even if Carlos nearly busted his ear drum.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! VAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Carlos was on his feet now, bouncing up and down and dragging Charles along with him. Then suddenly the presence next to him was gone as Carlos ran a little victory lap around his couch, waving his arms in the air and making little chirpy sounds.
He came up in front of Charles, face to face, and let out a thrilled hum.
"Campeones!"
Charles admired the scene before him. Carlos was beaming with pride. His face was flush with happiness and red as the jersey he wore from rubbing it with his hands as he had fretted during those last few minutes.
"Yes, vamos," he said, clapping to show his support.
Carlos grabbed his arms again and started singing.
"Campeones, campeones, ole, ole ole..."
Charles found himself singing along, swaying with Carlos as they watched the Spain players celebrate on the field.
Then Carlos finally turned and smacked a big wet kiss on Charles' cheek.
"Vamos," he said. "You watched the whole game. Even extra time."
"Of course," Charles responded. "I got invested because of you."
Carlos loosened his grip. His arm was still loosely wrapped around Charles, but Charles could easily step away if he wanted to. He just angled his body and admired Carlos' side profile. The man's eyes were still glued to his compatriots on the screen. They were showing some highlights of the game now.
"Are you watching the...ceremony?" Charles asked.
"Si. It might take a while. Why don't you was up first? I know you are tired after the race."
It sounded like a good idea. Charles had been toying with the idea for a while. Had been ever since they had gotten back, wondering how much action he might miss if he stepped away for just 15 minutes. But he had not been able to tear his eyes away from Carlos.
And even though he moved towards the bedroom, he could not help turning back to look at Carlos again. The Spaniard had finally calmed down, a satisfied smile settled on his face as he watched the TV. A panel was explaining Spain's tactics.
Before he knew it, the players were lining up to receive their medals. Carlos had remained standing since the game ended, planted in front of his screen. Charles watched as Carlos raised his arms in the air as the players raised their trophy. In his jersey, the name printed across his back, he might as well have been one of them.
Charles sidled back up to Carlos as the players paraded their trophy around the stadium. He stayed leaning against him through another round of highlights and a closing sequence.
Finally, finally, Carlos turned his attention to Charles for longer than two seconds since they boarded the plane, melting him with the warmth in those deep brown eyes.
"I told you to shower first," he said, noticing Charles still in the same clothes.
"Mmm. I was waiting for you. We can shower together."
Carlos waggled his eyebrows. Message clearly received. Celebrations were in order.
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Double header nails…
Hungarian 2026 GP
Leaked lyrics from La Rebe’s diss track on Charles Leclerc how will he respond
Leaked lyrics from La Rebe’s diss track on Charles Leclerc how will he respond
Williams: has a guest to feature in one of their YouTube videos
The guest, invariably: Carlos has anyone ever told you how fuckable you are
Some great picks here thank you Checo
Just so no one forgets what I’m about
from teto’s latest post
My favourite type of f1 memes to make are a subgenre called “ones you will only understand if you’re moderately to severely familiar with ofelia’s blog”
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