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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Birthday Cake (Lilia Vanrouge)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

— (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

“This cake looks delicious, shame I couldn’t be there to make it.”

Lilia chuckles when Sebek hollers about surprises and traditions, as if Lilia didn’t know the exact day and hour they came up with the idea. Oh, well, it’d be sad to spoil their considerate surprise, so he won’t ever be telling them, though he thinks the Prefect might suspect, the smart darling she is.

“We don’t know your age, so we got a bat candle! Do you like it?” said girl asks, beaming from where she’s sitting.

“I do, it’s very cute and matches the cake.”

It’s true, the magenta bat candle fits very well within the cake's neon green covering, the cherries near the borders and the colorful sprinkles thrown on top. Kinda reminds Lilia of Henry the fruit bat. The fae chuckles again, happiness bubbling inside him, a type of happiness he once forgot amidst wars and calamities, but was restored when life brought him three sons and good friends. And a sweetheart, who seems way more excited about his birthday than he does.

Lilia prides himself in his cuteness, but his crush’s is far too overwhelming to be beaten.

He blows the candle with the wish of companionship, with the desire to always have people to love in his life, and with the surprisingly shy admittance that he needs to confess soon.

(Y/N) promptly takes the candle off the cake and hands him a knife, ready to help with the cake distribution. By now, everyone knows to just let her help so long she isn’t overworking herself; all of them witnesses and appreciators of her unending kindness. Lilia thanks her with a soft voice, cutting the first piece of cake with swift movements and placing it on the waiting plate.

“That’s yours, dear. Let Sebek help me instead and go enjoy the cake~”

(Y/N) gives him a very adorable stunned look, holding the plate in the air for a few seconds, before opening what he can only describe as the biggest smile he has ever seen on her face. She’s so happy she lets out a little squeal and leans forward and oh.

“That’s what I call a gift~”

“Thank you, Lilia!” she chirps, placing another soft kiss on his cheek before pulling the chair closest to him and plopping down to enjoy her cake.

“Do you like cake that much, Prefect?” Silver asks, surprisingly awake.

“Well, yeah, but also, this is the first slice!”

“... Yes?”

The Prefect tilts her head, cutely as everything she does, fork in her mouth as she frowns. Then a light bulb seemingly goes off inside her head and she grins.

“Where I come from, you give the first slice of your birthday cake to the person you love the most! Can be your mom, or your friend, or your partner, anyone! It’s tradition~” she takes another bite, squealing at the taste. “Like… you like that person so much, you want to share your cake with them first, y’know?”

Oh, yeah, Lilia knows very well.

That confession might come faster than he previously planned.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #Brazilian Reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge #a series of birthday cakes

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itsgxsly · 2 years

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FROM HATE TO LOVE

Summary: As the only female driver on the grid, you have a lot to prove when your home race weekend arrives in Brazil. But your main obstacle to proving your worth comes in the form of a Ferrari driver who is not going to make it easy for you.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1543

You knew that your future was to belong to F1 from the moment you got into a kart with your friends celebrating a birthday. It had cost your parents effort and many sacrifices to be able to finance what was necessary for you to run, that's why you made an effort like no one else to reach the top to give them back everything they had given for you. And your moment came when, by winning the F2 championship at the age of 17, the Williams team wanted to have the first woman in F1 in their team. You were now 23 years old, and although you would always be grateful to Williams for giving you the opportunity, you did not hesitate to leave them when two years after your debut, the Mercedes team offered you the seat of a Lewis Hamilton who had announced his retirement. Even after time had passed, you were still the talk of the press and social media from time to time, many people still reluctant for a woman to compete in a category considered from men. That's why this weekend, when your home race took place in Brazil, you had to fight tooth and nail again to prove that you were there as deservingly as any of the other 19 drivers.

But nothing was as easy as it seemed, and although you were going to give everything to take victory in your country, there was an annoying obstacle ready to ruin your plan. Charles Leclerc.

The Ferrari driver and you had been feuding since the same year in which you debuted at the same time in F1. While it seemed like the two 2018 rookies might have gotten along for all their similarities, you and Charles couldn't even be in each other's presence without going at each other's throats. You didn't know why you hated each other so much, considering that you had never really hated Charles, but when the boy made it clear that he hated you and did his best for you to know it, it was reason enough to hate him too. You had to admit that it hurt a bit at first, as you had had a bit of a crush on him while racing in F2, but that feeling was quickly overshadowed by the constant scorn and taunting between the two of you.

Today was Sunday, race day and you felt a burning in your throat, you had to swallow several times to avoid the urge to vomit from nervousness. You had been p1 in the first two practices on Friday and p2 during the third. On Saturday you had been p2, just seconds from pole due to a slide of your car that left you just behind Leclerc on the grid. You couldn't screw everything up now having your perfect opportunity, you had to make yourself and your people proud. If it went wrong you could risk your seat and agree with those who said you didn't deserve to be where you were.

In the distance, from his place in the hospitality of Ferrari, Charles watched you as you paced back and forth in front of the Mercedes garage. The day before he had felt a little bad taking away a pole that would have been yours if it hadn't been for a silly mistake. Today, even if he hated you, or so he always told himself, he knew in advance what it was like not to want to disappoint your people in your home race, he himself had already experienced some disappointment in Monaco other years. Charles wondered to himself sometimes why he hated you. He didn't remember what you had done exactly, you just caused him too many emotions at once, and he preferred to project them in hatred instead of maybe thinking that it could be exactly the opposite emotion. But today he didn't want to dwell on that. He got up from the chair where he had been sitting resting before the race and walked over to you, who were now sitting on a wall near your garage. You were so lost in yourself that you jumped in fright when Charles touched your shoulder. You turned to him, an exhausted face appearing on you automatically.

“Listen, Leclerc, today is not the day, okay? You can laugh at me some other time, but do me a favor and leave me alone today. I'm not in the mood to put up with anyone, least of all you” your voice sounded tired and almost exhausted. Charles was even confused, normally accustomed to your arrogant self who defended yourself tooth and nail. It was clear that the pressure was taking its toll on you.

"I didn’t come to laugh at you" And it was true. He didn't know very well what had brought him closer to you, but it was definitely not to bother you.

"Oh no? So what are you doing here?"

“I just wanted to tell you good luck today, no matter what happens, you should be proud of what you've done this weekend. Even if you're going to finish second, behind me clearly.” Charles felt proud of himself when he saw the slight smile on your face.

"That's not going to happen, Leclerc. I'm thinking of overtaking you in the first corner. You're not going to beat me today.” The conversation had lifted your spirits a bit, that characteristic challenge coming back to you slowly.

Both of you were surprised to say the least that you were having a decent conversation without any fights.

"If you say it. Good luck with it, y/n” though mocking, his words rang true indeed.

"Good luck to you too, Charles" did not go unnoticed among you who had called each other by your names. Normally you only called each other by insults or by your last names. It tasted good to be able to talk so calmly between the two of them.

Before you knew it, you were up in the car about to have the lights go out and the race begin. The last light of the traffic light went out and the 20 cars ran under the sight of all of Sao Paulo. You didn't know how or when, but between laps you had overtaken Charles, taking the lead in the race.

“y/n, it's p1, it's p1 for you. Congratulations, girl, the prize goes home with you” you didn't even breathe when you heard your engineer's words. You had won, you had won in your country, in front of your people. You got out of the car as fast as you parked it in the right place and ran to celebrate with your team, tears rolling down your face for everything that happened. Some of the guys on the grid congratulated you as you walked up to the podium, all excited to see you win the race. Once on the podium, you listened with tears and your hand on your chest to your national anthem, the sight of your team and your fans watching you made you get excited again. From one moment to another the anthem ended, and you saw yourself completely doused in champagne, you turned to see the guilty, the sight of a smiling Charles made you smile too, happy to share the podium with the Monegasque, Max had also congratulated you, having been in third place. You doused Charles with the champagne, the two of you locked in a war until he set the bottle aside, coming over to hug you, lifting you off the ground making you squeal with excitement and laugh. When he put you back on the ground, you were both so close you could almost make out the bright colors of his eyes. You did not know which of the two it was or if it was due to the euphoria of the moment, but out of nowhere you found yourself in a tender kiss with the Monegasque driver, with the shouts and whistles of the people in the background when they saw the two drivers who supposedly hated each other, kissing so passionately on the podium in Brazil. You parted to breathe, and the realization of what you had just done fell upon you. You two had kissed in front of the whole world, all over Brazil, and with thousands of cameras recording. You didn't know how to say anything, so you ended up laughing, with Charles following you shortly after, you still hadn't completely separated, so Charles didn't have to shout much to talk to you.

"When we get out of here we're going to have to talk about this, ange" he still sounded suffocated by everything.

“Yes, I think we have a lot to explain” you agreed.

“Okay, but for now, let's enjoy your podium. You deserve it, champion” his words made you smile again as you remembered that you had won.

"Maybe you should kiss me again as a reward for beat you over, don't you think?" You didn't know where that cheeky you came from, but from Charles's smile, he liked it.

"It will be a pleasure, baby" and with that he kissed you passionately again, the shouts of celebration resounding again behind your back.

#formula 1 #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles #leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc #brazilian reader #brazil gp 2022 #f1 2022

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marvetzchptrs · 2 years

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CALLING ALL THE BRAZILIAN STANS

Por conta da incrível recepção, decidi contribuir e escrever um pouco mais sobre nosso kingo! Direcionado pra o público BR! Em breve, mais informações! 🥰

Due to the incredible reception, I decided to contribute and write a little more about our king! For the BR public! Soon more infos!

#namor #mcu namor #namor x you #namor x reader #namor x oc #namor imagine #namor the sub mariner #namor x brazilian!reader #brazilian reader #black panther wakanda forever #tenoch huerta namor #namor fanfiction

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morpheusbaby3 · 2 years

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o fato de que os gringos escrevem fanfic com aspas invés de travessão pra indicar as falas, me deixa devastada :')

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson ptbr #eddie munson br #stranger things #stranger things br #brazilian reader

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xx-1c1cl35-n-t34r5-xx · 1 year

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A walking oxymoron; chapter 4

Stationary movement ~

Cole Cassidy x reader fic

chapter 1 | chapter 3 | chapter 5 |

You awoke from the bed, arms stuck to your sides as you’d essentially fully burrito wrapped yourself around the soft blanket, head not even sticking out. As you unfurled our arms you stretched your arms up, arching your back out as your shirt rose up, exposing some of your stomach to the abysmally cold air. You leant back, grabbing your phone to check the time. 6:32 am, and breakfast was served until eleven. You then grabbed your new work phone to check for any updates, like what time you’d meet up to be taken to meet the others, and where you’d meet up.

The work phone surprised you though, it wasn’t low quality by any means, but it wasn’t one of those extravagant rich phones. It was simple, though given it was only meant for work you weren’t too surprised. It was black and thin, with a shiny sleek cover. As you pressed the home button, it did as most phones did and requested a password. Problem was, you never received the password. Great, now you had no means of communicating with anyone.

You grabbed your regular phone, being greeted by a text from your boss, you unlocked your phone to see the password to your work phone. God was that password long; you were so gonna change that password, though keeping it long and weird so that no one could hack in as easily.

You logged in, and checked out the phone. It had, of course, some basic phone apps. Settings, weather, the whole deal. What stood out to you was that fact that it also beheld one app out of place. A simple, label-less app with the overwatch symbol on it. Clicking on it, you had to re-enter your password, not to mention it had a simple layout. The only options to click on were missions, coworkers, announcements and misc. You’d check out the app some other time, currently you checked the messages, seeing that you’d gotten a text from an unknown number, telling you to go onto the work app, click announcements and see personal. What a wild goose chase this was…

You did just so, seeing a message simply saying to meet up at the street outside the hotel at 8:30. Guess you had to go eat sooner than you thought.

You slipped on some flip flops, havaianas that you’d gotten about 7-9 years ago, hello kitty ones from before you’d finally begun your emo makeover, mixing many different styles together. Styles like goth, emo, harajuku, anything you found neat you somehow managed to incorporate into your style.

The flip flops were cold, but they were by all means better than stepping on a potentially dirty floor and later having to clean your feet or getting some form of disease.

You were tempted to take the stairs, but in your sleepy haze you just couldn’t be bothered. You stepped onto the elevator, seeing it was unmanned and began to punch in the numbers, having to correct your sleep deprived brain from its confusion to seeing no ground floor. It’s easy to forget that in the USA there is no ground floor or floor 0, just first then minus 1.

You weren’t even stopped by anyone trying to get on, just going straight from floor 10 to 1, in a good 30 seconds. The rickety elevator clunking and randomly stopping only to continue less than a second later. Maybe you should’ve taken the stairs; don’t want to die by elevator accident before your new job even starts, do we?

You walked out to the lobby, then walking behind the stairs straight to the eating area. Breakfast apparently came free, and the smell that wafted into your nose made you so glad for that. Less worry for you.

The smell was impeccable, juicy eggs that seemed like they’d been freshly made, some sort of carb, one with a sweet, bread-like smell, a smell of meats like recently fried bacon that attacked your nose with a primal thing, as well as that delicious and home-like smell of hash browns. They all hit your face at once, your mouth watering and stomach making you very aware of your hunger; warmth flooding your face and burning your toes with the suddenness, like when you get into a hot shower after a cold winter day.

You stepped up, grabbing a plate and a serving of almost a bit of everything, some bacon, a bit of scrambled egg, two hash browns, a warm sugary waffle, a small packet of nutella (and maybe swiping a couple for later)

You could hardly keep yourself from reaching and stealing a couple bits. The egg was perfect, it was soft and gooey, with that salty, yolky taste. Not to mention that the bacon was amazing, you could hear every crunch in your mouth, throat almost clogging at the fattiness. And oh the delicious hash brown, they were the best; crunchy outside with a nice, soft potato-ey inside….

The USA likes to often boast about its food, and while the original English breakfast is better, delicious food is delicious food. And nothing could stop you from unceremoniously shovelling the food into your mouth. Yes, you held your manners up, but you were just fancily shoving food into your mouth. After finishing, you went to put your plate away, as someone came and took it from you.

You walked back, up again the shady elevator, and into your room. First you brushed your teeth, then cleaning your face. You added some light makeup, the only bit you could bring. Applying some light, tinted foundation, concealer, slight contour, eyeshadow and some dark eyeliner. Not ‘extreme’ or anything, but just enough to show that you were alternative.

Then you did your hair. You first wet it slightly, curls losing slight bounce and weighing down. Then, grabbing some detangling liquid and raking your hands doused in the paste through, gently separating curls and weighing them down until they were almost straight. Though you made sure to miss your roots, your hair only curled after the roots, whilst the roots remained flat. You then combed through gently, then squishing the curls with a towel as you dried them so they might look nice. Then came your bangs, they were too short to curl naturally, so you wet them, and blow dried using the lowest ‘heat’ - if it could even be referred to as a heat.

Then, came the question, what to wear?

You grabbed a combination of random things that, upon sudden realisation, fit perfectly. It had that feel of a casual and welcoming aura, along with that touch of fancily alternative that made you look like you weren’t trying too much, but just enough for the occasion.

It was perfect. You grabbed some small accessories, and adjusted it all. Taking a final look in the mirror and making sure you were satisfied, grabbed a small purse, putting in a wallet, both your phones, a couple spare tampons and 2 thin pads, some headphones, along with a shimmery lip gloss that you applied on your way down. You then packed up everything you’d used and placed it in your suitcase. Even though somehow it was harder to shut than before. HOW??!!? You kept the same items?? Ughhhh, some kind of curse that exists on suitcases only.

You left hours earlier than needed, but not long enough to explore the area. So you did the next best thing. You sat at a nearby bench, pulled out your phone, and scrolled tumblr and ao3. If we’re just gonna have to sit and wait, might as well catch up on the next few chapters of our favourite fic.

As you were engrossed in the fic, something buzzed in your purse. You pulled out your work phone to see a text saying that someone was here to take you to the facility. You looked up to see a sleek black limo, with six wheels going along. You walked up to the driver's window, he didn’t even let you start speaking as he quickly spouted out your name, with a slight intonation at the end, showing that this was a question. You replied yes, noting how he pronounced your name perfectly. As you sat in the back, you heard him speak up, “Você é do Brasil?” (Are you from Brazil?)

You chuckled slightly awkwardly, replying back in your native language, “Sim, sim, sou do Brasil. Sou do Rio, e você?" (Yes, yes, I'm from Brazil, and you?)

He replied back, “Espirito Santo.” (A state in Brazil)

The conversation paused slightly, and started to hold an awkward feel to it. You wondered whether or not to speak up or simply leave it as is, but the awkwardness was starting to make you itch and re-adjust yourself in your seat; pulling out your phone would be rude, so you started the fire back up again, “Quanto tempo você já está aqui?” (How long have you been here)

He tsked, not in a dismissive way but rather to show he was thinking, "Uns 10, 11 anos, suficiente para saber inglês mas não para não ter um sotaque.” (10 - 11 years, enough to know english but not enough to not have an accent)

The awkwardness returned, but given how he didn’t ask anything back, you assumed he didn’t want to talk. You just put some headphones in, and turned the volume to a degree that you wouldn’t bother the poor driver whilst reading that fanfic. God, did it have a HOLD on you.

You didn’t even notice he’d parked right outside until his loud voice cut through the music, “Chegamos.” (We’ve arrived)

You stepped out of the vehicle, thanking him as the doors shut automatically and he drove away.

You looked up at the facility, sun shining at the glass around it. It was massive, no wonder they gave you a map. Thankfully, you managed to be behind the shade, but the heat that day was intense. This wasn’t any English heat, that’s for sure, and wasn’t truly comparable to what you lived through in Brazil. With all that noted, you hadn’t been to Brazil in years, there was no way you were accustomed to this. It had a large walkway to enter, with beautiful foliage lining railings and the outside. You started to walk towards the entrance, breathing in and out to attempt to calm your nerves.

#cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #goth reader #brazilian reader #emo reader #ow2 #not a request #a walking oxymoron #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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millyhelp · 6 months

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girl, I just saw that you are Brazilian, and I am too!!!! could you do something like either the reader is very angry or they are in an intimate moment, and she just starts babbling words in another language and he can't understand anything? (Or maybe he gets turned on, who knows, right🤷🏽‍♀️?)

OIII! I'm so happy to see Brazilians here too!! And your request is an order 🫡

Im sorry if this is shortand sound bad, I'm writing this while I'm dying of sleep 🫠

Warnings: Swearing in another language, Brazilian reader, praise kink, smut, boobs kink and sex p in v.

Hypnotized. Jason was hypnotized.

“Porra!(fuck!) Jason…” you moaned loudly when you felt his lips on your nipples as he went deep inside you.

How did you get to this situation? Well, you were totally irritated while looking for something to wear after getting out of the shower.

“Onde eu botei o caralho da blusa? (Where a put my fucking t-shirt?)” You almost growled in anger.

Jason on the other hand, was just walking past the closet you two share and heard you swear. Yes, he knows you're Brazilian, but this was the first time he heard you speak Portuguese.

“Doll? You okay?” He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you. Fuck, you were just wearing your bra and panties as you looked for something to wear. Jason couldn't help but have his eyes fixed squarely on your beautiful boobs, perfectly placed in that lace bra.

“I can't find o caralho da blusa! (I can't find the fucking tshirt)”

That's where it all started. You swearing in Portuguese, dressed only in lingerie, your boobs looking incredible. Jason can't hold back.

Every word that came out of your mouth in your native language did something different to Jason.

“Meu garotão, me fazendo me sentir tão- oh! Bem! (My bigboy, making me feel so good)” You pulled his hair and Jason let out a muffled moan from your nipple in his mouth.

He didn't understand what you were talking about, but damn, it made him closer and closer to cumming inside you.

“Ride me… please!” Jason moaned with his lips still on your boobs.

You turned it under you without taking it out. you both moaned as you felt him deeper inside you. Jason's hands went towards her boobs, squeezing and massaging them. you started going down and up on his cock.

“Grande pra caralho! (So fucking big!)” You moaned loudly.

Jason was beyond happy and euphoric. He was mesmerized by you. Totally in a trance.

When he felt you squeeze his cock with your wet walls, one of Jason's hands went towards your clit.

“Cum for me, please pretty girl.” Jason whimpered and then grunted. “I'm so close. Cum with me, huh?”

“Jace! Oh my-” You jumped on his cock with speed and desperation to achieve your release. Your orgasm has come to you and your vision became clear.

Jason came hard inside of you. His large arms wrapped around your waist and held you tightly as the spasms of your strong orgasm went away. Jason's face was in your boobs.

"You should speak more Portuguese..." his voice sounded muffled

"If it has that effect on you, I'll just speak Portuguese now, amor.” You gave a tired smile and felt Jason smile in your skin.

HOPE YOU LIKED! 🥹🇧🇷

#jason todd #jason todd smut #brazilian reader #jason todd oneshot #red hood smut #red hood x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon #millyhelp asks~#millyhelp thoughts~

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boiohboii · 7 months

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The Royal Way 《Pt.2》

(Leclerc!reader x Prince of Monaco!oc)

After his older sister marries into the Monaco Royal family, Charles knew he would be treated differently, to his surprise (and his sister's disappointment) his F1 team, ferarri, treated him the same way.... and that did not sit well with the new princess of Monaco

in which YN Leclerc uses her new familial connections to fuck up ferarri just like how they fucked up her baby brother's hopes and dreams.

N.B: so, this was supposed to be longer and the last part, but it's currently 3 AM and I have classes at 8 AM thus me splitting this little fic into a trilogy. Hopefully, I will have time tomorrow to post the third and final part! Thank you for reading and let me know what you think!! WARNINGS: NOT REALISTIC AT ALL!! if you are looking for a realistic revenge sort of plot, it is not here, I tried as best as I can to search up what the whole electronic system does and it's relation to the DRS, BUT I AM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT NOR HAVE ENOUGH KNOWLEDGE, SO EXCUSE THE POOR RESEARCH. The car designs are from Pinterest... Some swear words (fuck, bitch, etc...) Let me know if I missed anything else please!

Faceclaims:

yn leclerc --> anya taylor joy

Prince Thierry --> louis partridge

Masterlist // part 1

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F1_updates_live: Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc heading into the Ferrari motor home in LA. Neither of the Royals look ecstatic to be in this position and it's no doubt to do with the statement released by Ferrari's Formula one media team, where they had essentially blamed the newly wedded Princess, YN Leclerc and their own driver, Charles Leclerc, for his DNF in the previous GP.

username: let them cook

username: the amount of bodyguards they have is insane

username: they do not look happy

username: yeah, no shit sherlock, ferrari basically said that it was yn's fault that Charles is distracted

username: ferrari blaming everyone but themselves

LEAKED AUDIO FROM LAS VEGAS GP, FERRARI'S MOTORHOME: tensions rise in the Ferrari garage as the young royals of Monaco, Prince Thierry and Princess YN Leclerc, threaten Fred Vasseur of taking him to court after buying out the rest of Charles' contract with Ferrari.

(Princess YN Leclerc,Prince Thierry, Fred Vasseur)

"It has been proven time and time again that the team is so incompetent! Why won't you do any changes?"

"Do you think that it's easy? These are people's livelihoods we are talking about"

"You do realise you are talking to a princess, right? She is well aware of how to run a business and a team, unlike you."

"I am just saying that I can't just fire people because Charles can't manage the car!"

"CAN'T MANAGE THE CAR? Are you out of your fucking mind mr. Vasseur? There is evidence, very strong evidence for your information, that the problem was from the electronic system. Do you have any idea how fucked up your engineers and strategists have to be to send out a car with failed electronic system?"

"Correct me if I am wrong my darling, but don't the electronic system control the DRS?"

"Mmhhmmm"

"And if the DRS opens in a corner it might result in a crash, am I correct mr. Vasseur?"

"The DRS was fine, there was-"

"My husband is asking a yes or no question Fred."

"Yes."

"So basically, Ferrari's Formula one team had, intentionally and with their knowledge, put a member of the monegasque royal family in direct danger."

"But Charles isn't a member of the royal family! He is only YN's half brother!"

"PRINCESS YN MR VASSEUR! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT!"

"Charles is my brother, and you dare put him in harm's way. I am princess YN Leclerc of Monaco, I can and I will hold you accountable as the principal of this team."

"You can't do anything! Carlos had the same car-"

"Carlos did not have the same car and you know it!"

"We already know Fred, we have had professional inspections done on both cars, it's quite deceiving really, telling a driver that he's the priority and still disappointing him every single time."

🔊 a thud is heard 🔊

"This is the amount of money to buy Charles out of Ferrari, but don't spend it Fred, we will be getting it back in court."

"YN WHAT WE-"

"PRINCESS YN FRED! *sigh* it seems like no matter what you are still convinced that you and your workers did no wrong, we will see about that."

"There is only one race left, there will be no team to take in Charles now!"

"Oh, we are not looking for a team to take him in, we made a team for him."

{Taglist: @phillydilly @f1ln4dr3cl16mv33 @omgsuperstarg @formulas-bitch @brakingboundaries @kyuupidwrites}

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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Mó paz | LH44

SOCIAL MEDIA AU

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x brazilian!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: curse words, mentions of food, typos (not proofread). ― Summary: It's time for the Interlagos GP and fans are excited to see how Lewis' Portuguese sounds after becoming a citizen AND dating Yn. ― A/n: Shout out to @queenshikongo3 for suggesting this piece. 🤍 ― A/n:² none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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yn México te amo, pero yo extrañé mi hogar! 💚 (Mexico, I love you, but I missed my home)

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carlossainzssy Charles is their kid, and in this essay I will- ☝🏻

ferrarifinesse Thank you for sharing the Charles pic, YN!!!!!

lewishamilton te quiero! 😘 (I love you!)

⤷ popyn the way he always say's he lovers her using the language of the week's Gran Prix, I- I wanna be loved like this!!!!!!!!!!!

mercgoldenyears not George following lewis like a lost puppy/lost kid, I actually love them sm omg 😂

⤷ yn but he is our grid kid! <3

⤷ charles_leclerc what about me???

⤷ oscarpiastri and me?

⤷ landonorris I don't exist???

⤷ yukitsunoda0511 I'm feeling betrayed

⤷ mickschumacher So am I!

⤷ yn lewishamilton please help me here, the kids are fighting

⤷ lewishamilton sebastianvettel help, seb!!!

⤷ redferrari16 this is so funny LMAO

mirrorballeclerc the matching yellow aesthetic pic, they're truly soulmates 😭💙

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lewishamilton Mais uma volta para casa 🇧🇷 (Another homecoming 🇧🇷)

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brunamarquezine 💚💛 bem vindo de volta!!! (Welcome back!)

44brcitizen I am the happiest person, I actually never had a sad day in my life, I can't remember ever struggling, or whatever, life is beautiful! 🌷🌸🌻💐

monacoocon The Brazilian flag is actually so pretty, I'm always mesmerized

yn 😍😍

⤷ 1dformulaone yeah, babes, that's your man (I wish it was mine, with all due respect KJDSGKJDSG)

mercedesamgf1 💜💚💛🤍

georgerussell63 vamos! 🇧🇷 (let’s go!)

⤷ sassyrussell Carmen wrote this, I just know she did 😂🤍

*the first story says "She's writing new songs".

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lewishamilton mó paz! 💚

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badgalriri 😍😍😍❤️

linikeroficial amo amo amo! (I love love love)

missionfortyfourr mó paz means to be in peace, chilling, serene

⤷ mercmickie and the fact that the song talks about being at peace after he came into her life, that he's there to stay, that her life's different now?!!?!?!?!? I AM SOBBING

lewandyn she's so pretty, so smart, so talented, so perfect ughhh 🩷😭

⤷ lewishamilton yes, she is ❤️

⤷ norrizzlando your honor, he's in love!

interlagostrack LINDOS, PERFEITOS, DONOS DE MIM!

yn Te amo muito, vidinha 💗 (I love you sm, my life!)

⤷ lewishamilton te amo, meu amor

⤷ russellrain "meu amor" alguém por favor, me ajuda, eu desidratei de tanto chorar (“my love” someone pls help me, I just dehydrated from crying)

⤷ totolobo TE AMO, MEU AMOR DSKGJDSKJSKDHJ

roscoelovescoco I’s love’s you!

princessyn Stream Mó paz on spotify!!!!!!!!!!!!!

carmenmmundt 🩵🩵🩵

franciscac.gomes lindos! 🥰🤍

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yn Que dia incrível cantando com os amigos em casa, e que noite perfeita celebrando com eles! Amo vocês 💘

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sunnysainz we all know who she was looking at in the first pic hehe

tsunodaangel Omg, I love them so so much 🥲

lewishamilton 🤩😍😍

lewishamilton caraca, foi incrível!!!

⤷ charleslehoe he's officially Brazilian now!!!!! LOL

patriciaramos a mulher mais linda do Brasil!!! (The most beautiful woman in Brazil!!!)

⤷ yn te amo, paty! (I love you, paty!)

swiftieyn why haven't we got a collab w xnda yet?

⤷ yn you sure you haven't? 👀

⤷ schumachersbike OMG OMGDKJSDKJG

seujorge 💛💛💛

ricciardosmile 🎶 bom que cê chegou pra ficar pra sempre, com você mó paz 🎶

carsgoingvroom the "existe amor em sp" reference *cries* (it means "there's love in SP, it's a reference to a song that says that there's no love in Sao Paulo)

⤷ braziliangp how about the quote??!?!!? I melted (if the sun doesn't shine tomorrow I'll use your smile to light my day")

⤷ mickcedes omg you guys thank you sm!! I was struggling with my A1 and translator LOL 😅

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qatarsprint2023 · 4 months

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Kiss it better— OP81

In which Oscar just needs some gentle affection from his girlfriend after a frustrating race. — Oscar Piastri x f!reader, fluff, comfort, established relationship, no use of y/n a/n: first time ever posting something on tumblr ahhh!! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! word count: 1.3k

Oscar Piastri was never the type of man to show his feelings openly by becoming loud or maybe even feeling a few tears prick in his eyes. No, he just... got quiet, hoping people wouldn't notice he was disappointed and maybe even a bit sad. Just like today. Well, this entire weekend really, if you were being honest.

It had started out okay at best. Qualifying on Friday had been brought to an early close by the sudden and heavy rain which left your boyfriend to start from P10 in the race on Sunday. Sure, it was alright, but not as good as Oscar had hoped. Saturday wasn't much better either, with the Australian also finishing in 10th place, meaning no points for him in the Sprint race.

Then came Sunday. And that was... well, pretty much a disaster, if you had any say in this.

The Red Bull up front made a solid getaway right after the lights went out and held his lead, while Lando impressively shot up into P2 from P6 in his McLaren. There was a big collision behind, though, between Magnussen and Albon.

You weren't quite sure what had happened, being too shocked at the errupting chaos out on track. Somehow Hülkenberg had collided with Albon, which had basically catapulted the Williams into the other Haas car. Unfortunately Oscar had also been caught up in the incident, suffering a broken rear wing after being clipped by Magnussen.

Red flags were shown and you calmed a bit when you realised that Oscar's race wasn't over just yet. The McLaren mechanics did a great job fixing his car, so he could start from the pits and still participate in the race. Eventually he finished last, in 14th, after everyone behind him had DNF'd and he was almost two laps behind everyone else.

And that was when Oscar got quiet and masked his overwhelming sense of disappointment and frustration with a nearly indifferent mask.

In front of the cameras he was simply a bit upset he hadn't finished higher after an accident that hadn't even been his fault, but on the inside of his brain he was oh so frustrated. Why did he have to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? It had felt terribly embarrassing to be so slow and finish last after a couple of good races, but he didn't tell anyone about that. Not even you, even as you two went back to your hotel room later that day.

However you always knew when something was up with your man. Almost as if you had a sixth sense for lack of happiness or something like that. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes when he's upset, even when it would convince everybody else, his shoulders are just the tiniest bit slumped forward and he gets quiet. More quiet than usual.

As you entered your hotel room and the doors closed behind you with a slight click, the silence was hanging heavily in the air. You knew. You could almost physically sense his frustration, his disappointment, his anger at himself. He sat on the bed and didn't even look up at you, his gaze simply fixated straight ahead.

You slowly hung up your purse before taking off your shoes, just staying quiet and giving him some time to think and sort his thoughts. But after a few minutes you slowly moved to sit down next to him, your hand finding its way into his. The touch was soft. Gentle. It reassured him. He knew these hands would never let him down.

He hesitantly lifted his eyes, meeting your kind and gentle gaze for a second before they wandered back to the floor. He sighed and almost seemed to deflate, the disappointment and anger leaving his body as they were being replaced with something that was difficult to describe.

Silence filled the room as the two of you sat there on the soft mattress of the hotel bed, no words being exchanged for what felt like an eternity.

"Want me to kiss it better?" your soft voice that was as soothing and smooth as honey to his ears broke the silence.

Oscar's gaze was directed back towards you, his honey brown eyes filled with something you couldn't quite begin to describe, begging for you to somehow make everything disappear, to erase this entire day from the history books, as if that were even possible.

"Yeah..." he mumbled back in a whisper.

You reached over to cup his cheek with your right hand, making him lean against it as his eyes fluttered shut. You moved your head a bit closer to him and your lips hovered above his for just a moment as the tips of your noses brushed against each other gently. Finally you pulled him in and pressed a long, yet gentle kiss to his pillowy lips.

That soft kiss quickly turned into an attack of many, many small pecks all over his beautiful face in an attempt to make the Aussie break a smile. He squirmed a bit under the sudden wave of affection and tried to lean back to evade you, but his expression told a different story. Your lips against his felt comforting, safe, and most of all, reassuring, and he couldn't help but lean into the soft touch of your fingers against his cheek.

Your small and gentle kisses on his cheeks and eyelids and even his nose made him chuckle a bit and that was all the encouragement you needed to keep going. He tried to fight back with some pecks on your cheeks, nose and forehead, as if trying to say "I'm not a baby, stop that", but his soft laughter told a different story.

"S'many... you're smothering me..." he mumbled, still trying to avoid your kisses but failing miserably.

"'m not," you protested lightly as you kept brushing your lips against his skin, doing everything in your might to make him smile that gorgeous smile of his again.

"Yes. Yes, you are," he replied, his soft lips curling into a smile too, although he still tried to evade your kisses. Your little game made him feel good, if only just helping him momentarily forget about the recent bad race and the overall feeling of disappointment and embarrassment that had been weighing on his mind. You were always like this with him, the perfect girl to make all the troubles disappear and keep his mind calm, relaxed, and at ease, knowing he was in safe and loving hands.

After a few more moments you leaned in to press another kiss to Oscar's lips but missed them by a bit, so the act of affection landed on the corner of his mouth. Oscar let out a low groan as he shook his head and cupped your chin to turn your head, mumbling a soft "Hate it when you don't kiss me right..." against your lips.

That was true. He never liked corner of the mouth kisses. If it were his cheek he’d be fine with it, he gives those to you all the time. But the corner of his mouth?? It’s so close to an actual kiss that it's basically just you being a tease and he won't rest until he pulls you in for a proper kiss.

You giggle against his lips softly and pull back after that kiss. "Feel any better now?"

"Yeah, a bit," he mumbled as you pulled back, his hand that was still caressing your cheek dropping to your arm and you could feel him slowly nodding his head.

A deep sigh left Oscar's lips, a little bit of tension leaving his body now that you had kissed him more properly. His head tilted to the side and he turned his torso towards you, looking towards you and your eyes. A small smile formed on his lips, taking in your presence as he leaned in closer once again.

"Just one more..."

#f1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x reader #brazilian gp 2023 #mclaren #racing #motorsports #comfort #fluff #established relationship #f1 x reader #qatarsprint2023 #op81

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rblackdeco · 1 month

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Mother tongue

— pairing: james potter x reader

— a/n: slightly based on bring me the horizon song, mother tongue! also because i am obsessed with brazilian james potter

— warnings: nothing, just pure fluff!!

You don't think you've heard him right the first time he says it, the word is basically slurred past his lips, you don't think he pays it any mind, not that he could, in that state. But it's so sweet, it makes your heart melts. Four letters in a twist of his mother tongue.

Amor. James Potter calls you that in the most whiny godforsaken voice he can muster and you physically feels your heart stops for a second or two. You almost want to make him say it again for the sake of hearing. James haven't slipped into his native language in years, but seeing him do so makes you wonder why he doesn't do it all the time and let other people wonder.

"What?" You smile, beaming like sun rays at your boyfriend.

"What?" He repeats, not missing your reaction, his hand settling so naturally in the lower of your back it's like it's made to be there. "Said we should close the tab, babe."

"No, you didn't." You shake your head, although he is probably right about having to close it. You feel so lightheaded, but you can't tell if it's the alcohol or him. "Can you call me that again?"

"Call you what?" James seems confused, but the dimple that carves his cheek tells you otherwise.

"Please?" You insist, eyes meeting his just as softly.

"Amor?" He tries, and you nod. James seems to find it amusing, and you do too. The way he just drops his english accent like it's nothing, his voice settling in a gentle brazilian one instead, the one that sounds a bit like he's dragging his r's. He bites his lower lip. "You like it?"

"Uhmhmm..." You hum contently at him, smile so big it makes your cheeks hurt. James cups your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss against it.

"Vamos voltar pra casa então, amor..." James whispers against your jaw, another kiss there, his voice making you melt. You have no idea what he's saying, but he tugs you, and you happily follow after.

#marauders #marauders fic #marauders fluff #marauders era #james potter #i love him sm #james potter blurb #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james fleamont potter #brazilian james potter #rblackdeco writes — ★

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f0point5 · 7 months

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We were card sharks, playing games

Part 80 of the Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader social media au

A/N: The only thing i care about today is the face Max made in the press conference talking about the cookie. I hope you all enjoy this part <3

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marlenesluv · 7 months

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Helloo! Could you maybe write a smau of Charles x reader where reader a hollywood actress from brazil and fans keep shipping them without knowing they’re a couple?

Thank youuu 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Nobody Knows. (CL)

hiii! this is so cute, yes, i can for sure do this! 🫶

pairing: charles leclerc x brazilian!reader!actress

fc: bruna marquezine

warnings: j a little cussing

note: i tried to do a semi-slow burn, i hope you like it!

masterlist here -> masterlist link

^ check my list for all posts! ^

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y/n.user: 🇧🇷 to 🇲🇨

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y/n.movieedits: she’s in monaco?? f1 fans RISE

f1wags: fav actress in monaco, charles leclerc likes, what do we think?

↳ y/n.rolesmovie: i think that they could just be friends

↳ user2: nah, i think they would be a cute ass couple

user8: MONACO?????

↳ user1: she’s said she’s wanted to move there, but i think she’s there for a movie…..

↳ user6: the monaco gp is this weekend tho🤔

kellypiquet: gorgeous🩵

↳ y/n.user: miss you!💗

leclerc.skeskeaye: KELLY????

neymarjr: O Brasil sente sua falta

*translate: brazil misses you*

user04: NEYMAR?

↳ y/n.edit2: they are family friends i think. he always gets her tickets to games!

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charles_leclerc: let’s get pole in monaco this weekend🇲🇨❤️

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pierregasly: ❤️

*liked by creator*

ferrarifriends: you’re gonna win this weekend! (also we are not skipping past the second picture, WHO)

y/n.shipsss: me hoping that it’s y/n in the second picture

↳ char.fanpage: they would be soooo cute stop

y/n.user: good luck this weekend!!

↳ charles_leclerc: thank you!!

↳ user3: YOU GUYS SEE THIS

mclarenbby814: mmmm stop. if this is y/n, i’ll scream. they would be the hottest couple alive

user8: i need them to get married and then sign my adoption papers

arthur_leclerc: tu seras incroyable, mon frère

*translate: you will do amazing, brother*

*liked by creator*

y/n.editpage16: pls be dating pls be dating pls be dating

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y/n.user: little ferrari party means we go full red

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scuderiaferrari: ❤️

*liked by creator*

user4: okayyyy the hints are being dropped, guys

y/n.fp: red suits you omllllll

francisca.cgomes: stunning!!❤️

↳ y/n.user: thank you, kika🥹❤️

formula1edits: yup, i need her and char rn

chili55: her and charles would be so cuteee. i need

user7: queeeennnnnnn

leclerc1655: her and charles OWN red

carlossainz55: so glad you could make it!!!

↳ y/n.user: it was so fun!!

y/n.fanssss: WHAT THE

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twitter:

F1 Informal Updates @f1lovaaa • 2hr

↳ Papaya Boys @81papaya4 • 2hr

no cuz, yes. and they would just be so cute, and they have to know that. they are the it couple

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charles_leclerc: after ferrari party to morning after (its race day❤️🇲🇨)

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y/n.user: ferrari boys for the win

↳ charles_leclerc: im a man actually, y/n

↳ y/n.user: yes, ik, so sorry, char

user3: they’ve either been dating or they j started dating. i’m leaning towards the first one tho…

ferraripics: ferrari gf ferrari gf ferrari gf

f1wags: idk if i wanna be charles or y/n rn…. i want them both

vroomposts81: i’m a papaya girl for life, but i’m loving this relationship too much for not even liking ferrari

↳ feerrraarriiiii55: everyone likes ferrari

lorenzotl: miss you both! good luck this weekend

↳ y/n.user: we would have seen you and charlotte if you guys didn’t go on vacation😒

↳ charalotte2304: miss you, y/n!!

↳ charles_leclerc: sending love to greece ❤️

user6: Y/N KNOWS ENZO AND CHARLOTTE!?

↳ user2: she prolly knows the whole family AGH

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your instagram story:

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charles instagram story:

seen by: y/n.user, danielricciardo, and 1,321,939 others

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y/n.user: back to brazil, time for char to see my home❤️🇧🇷 (also yes, we’re dating. you guys are a little late tho)

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charles_leclerc: im so excited, cherié❤️

↳ y/n.user: me too, baby❤️

f1wags: holy shit. seeing them in this amazing quality, they are the hottest couple i have ever seen

user4: y/n is using charles’ photo tactic now where he only posts professional pics

↳ y/n.user: i took the first one and char took the second, are you saying we are professional 🤭

↳ user4: YES 🫠🫠🫠

user2: im dead they are soooo cute

chillifp55: it’s confirmed AHHHHH

16leedits: im jealous. of charles. i wanna be with y/n

lailahasanovic: cutestttt💓

↳ y/n.user: lailaaaaa💓

y/n.fansss6: me when i saw this post =🫠

lissiemackintosh: adorable🤍

↳ y/n.user: you’re an angel🤍

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marvetzchptrs · 2 years

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Calling my br moots (again)

Do you guys prefer to read the stories in Portuguese or English? let me know about it! 🤔

#namor #namor the sub mariner #namor x you #namor x reader #namor x oc #namor imagine #namor headcanon #namor fanfiction #namor x brazilian!reader #brazilian reader #mcu x reader

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setewbro · 10 months

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Got my autism diagnosis on the birthday of the autism king himself

#yoo joonghyuk #yjh #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #actually autistic #autism #autism diagnosis #fanart #brazilian artists #brart #sete art #artists on tumblr #it's what kim dokja would've wanted

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is2katiemccard · 5 months

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ᅟᅟᅟ tolerate it | alessia russo x brazilian!reader, duda sampaio x brazilian!reader

Summary: Everyone goes through bad times in life, but some attitudes can end in mistakes and sometimes there is no way back.

[AN: I'm working on some requests but I couldn't stop thinking about this plot, so here it is! This will be a mini series with two other chapters, hope you like it <3]

ᅟ The last few months have been hell for Alessia. The first blow was the crisis that their secret relationship was facing.

ᅟ During the World Cup you, the English striker's girlfriend, were feeling very overwhelmed, after all, that would be the first time that you would play in that tournament for your national team. As if that wasn't already a huge weight on her shoulders, every day her coach made a point of repeating the same words to the team.

ᅟ “Are you really going to allow the queen of football to retire without a world title with the national team? I don't care if you're young, old or what, you need to give everything for her. Marta deserves this and I will not allow you to ruin this experience for her.”

ᅟ Pia Sundhage was an admirable and successful woman, but she definitely crossed some limits and the most serious thing was almost completely taking away the identity of the Brazilian team. It wasn't news to anyone that Brazil was known for its beautiful, passionate style of play, full of tricks and skills, but since the woman arrived as coach shortly after being eliminated in the 2019 World Cup, things have changed drastically.

ᅟ Despite being a young player, you already had your fair share of experiences at an international level as you left the club that formed you very young and followed Geyse, your colleague and best friend, out of Brazil. A few years passed and while the other girl shone in Spanish lands playing for Barcelona, you enjoyed the contrasting experience of living in London and playing for the red team in the north of the city.

ᅟ It was during one of Arsenal's games against United that you met Alessia and it's safe to say that from the first moment you found yourself in love with the girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. To your surprise, she also ended up really liking you and at the end of that match you exchanged t-shirts and a small note came with hers and contained your phone number and an invitation to dinner.

ᅟ The rest was history, and a story worthy of romance books, by the way, but little by little the whole situation began to fall apart and you seemed to be the only one interested in putting together and pasting all the pieces of your love. While you fought for her, Alessia didn't even recognize any gesture and just worried about her own life and career. She kept it a secret and made a point of hiding it in a trunk under lock and key. Not even your family and closest friends knew that you were a couple and that hurt, a lot.

ᅟ You begged the blonde for help not once, much less twice or three times but she just ignored your messages and calls with the excuse of being too busy preparing for the competition, which wasn't completely a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. While all this was happening and your condition was only getting worse, your teammates noticed how miserable you looked, but they couldn't understand why. It was only when Luana ran after you after a training session that they began to understand what you were going through and despite the help that the midfielder and all the other girls provided you, you never managed to fully recover as a huge part of your problems was your secret relationship.

ᅟ The trigger came at the final whistle in the game against Jamaica, making his biggest fear come true. Brazil was out of the World Cup in the group stage and your heart, which already had some cracks in it, broke in half once and for all. Your eyes roamed the stands hoping to find Alessia somewhere since she had promised she would be there for you, but your search for her was in vain. Without even realizing how it happened, you found yourself kneeling on the field with your face in the grass in front of Marta's boots, who was trying to comfort you while you cried profusely. All the cameras were on you and the Queen of football, knowing how sad and meaningful that image was.

ᅟ Tears were still flowing from your eyes like a waterfall when you felt a weight on your back and two strong arms pressed against your fragile body. All the other players, both Brazilian and Jamaican, gathered around you forming a large circle and sympathizing with the difficult time you were going through. It took some time, but you finally recovered enough to lift your head off the ground and face the older woman in front of you who was looking at you with teary eyes and you were about to break down again when Duda's low voice reached your ears and you body turned to face the girl who held you in her arms so carefully.

ᅟ Just like you, Duda was also part of the new generation of players, she currently played for the best team in the country, the same one that had revealed you to the world a few years ago. You had many things in common, but for some reason she seemed to avoid your presence, always choosing not to stay by your side for long and looking away from your direction. At first you thought she didn't like you, but Luana and some other colleagues assured you that it was just her shyness speaking louder, however, despite all that, she was the one by your side at that moment, looking at you with so much affection that your breath caught for a few moments. The brunette offered you a welcoming smile before extending her hand for you to hold and get up, but noticed how your legs shook when trying to do so and decided to take the action of picking you up and carrying you to the changing room.

ᅟ The more time passed, the harder it was to face reality. Little by little, the devastating sadness gave way to anger, and from anger, to revolt. The local atmosphere was hostile and heavy, each player was dealing with it in a different way, but they all had some thoughts in common, you could have done more, you should have done more. Even in the midst of that chaos, all the players' phones were exploding with messages and calls from family, friends and even players from other national teams who showed solidarity in that difficult time. Despite that, it took almost an entire day for Alessia to contact you and when she did, God, it was disastrous.

ᅟ It took some time, but you managed to convince the blonde to meet you in person in the hotel room where your team was staying.

ᅟ "What do you want from me? I have more important things to do than talk to you.” She said as soon as she reached her room, taking off the hood and glasses she wore as a disguise. Her words affected you more than you wanted to admit and after closing the door and making sure no one had seen the blonde enter your room, you walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. At that moment it became clear that you should get straight to the point with her, knowing that trying to stall would only make things worse.

ᅟ “Good night to you too, Alessia.” Your voice carried a certain irony and the coldness with which you treated her was unusual. “Since you are a very busy woman, I will get straight to the point. I can no longer stand the way you are treating me and I can't maintain our relationship if you continue like this. I know you're avoiding me and I can't understand why. We’ve always been open with each other and you’ve just signed for Arsenal, which I think should only improve our relationship, but you’re more distant than ever.”

ᅟ The striker seemed surprised by your words since you never liked conflicts or more serious conversations like this, and, despite knowing that you were right, she couldn't help but mock you, maintaining an air of superiority while crossing her arms over the chest.

ᅟ “How many times do I have to tell you that I need to focus on my career and the World Cup, hmm? I thought that by this point in the championship this would have become very clear.” You even tried to interrupt her to better explain your point of view, but she didn't even give a chance. “No, you already had your turn to speak, now it’s mine. And, what do you know, you're right, I really am avoiding you because I can't deal with your neediness anymore. Lately you've been so unbearable that I don't even feel like having a conversation with you. I’m a world-class striker, I don’t have time to deal with your bullshit and your problems.” God, how her words hurt. It was hard to believe that the girl in front of you who was putting on such a narcissistic show was the same one you had fallen in love with and loved madly.

ᅟ “Oh, now I understand. So what you want to tell me is that I have to be emotionally available to you in your worst moments just like I was when the United fans turned on you but you can't return the favor because you are a world class striker?” The temperature of that conversation was increasing quickly, as was your voice, which certainly caught the attention of your friends in the next rooms. “How selfish you are, Alessia. I can't believe you mean all this, what happened to you? When did you become so stupid and snobbish? Did winning the Euros get to your head that much? Because a fucking title doesn’t give you the right to treat me like I’m nothing or nobody.”

ᅟ “If by being a snob you mean I'm a realist, then yes, I'm a complete snob. Don't you notice the difference between us? I was instrumental in winning the Euros while you weren't even able to help your team get past the group stage of the World Cup. And don’t be fooled into thinking that I signed for Arsenal because of you and our relationship, I did it because it was best for my career and because your team needs a real player like me.” The tone of voice Alessia used was completely humiliating and the cruelty of her words was so much that it left you speechless. Your girlfriend knew how insecure you were feeling about this tournament and in addition to not helping you with that, she made sure to destroy you once and for all. The woman you loved did this to you, and you couldn't believe it.

ᅟ The expression on your face was one of pure pain and betrayal, your throat was dry and you didn't even know what to say while the blonde was still in front of you watching you with that air of superiority, but when you got up from the bed she was scared. Your body language screamed wrath and your eyes shone from the tears you refused to let go. It was at that moment that Alessia realized everything she had done to you and how much her attitude affected you. She felt like she had been punched in the stomach and the worst person in the world, but now it was too late.

ᅟ "We are over." Your sentence was said indifferently, as if you and the striker didn't have a history. “Get out of here. I don't want to see you ever again” It was obvious that you were containing your emotions, and, in order not to have to deal with them, you walked to the door of your room, coming face to face with Lelê, Geyse, Duda and Luana in the hallway. They had heard everything and were about to invade the room. You looked at them with panic, not knowing how much they had heard, but Alessia was still standing in the middle of the room, shocked by her own actions. “I TOLD YOU TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.” Your scream was powerful and disturbing like a thunderclap and broke the British woman out of the trance she was in.

ᅟ She had never seen you like that. At the same time that you looked so fragile her body was filled with anger and she knew it was better to do what you said. She left the room slowly, startled by the presence of her teammates who were already there and noticing the arrival of others. Despite this, she had the audacity to try to approach you and say something, but Letícia, Luana and Geyse took a step forward while Duda pulled you away from it. The attacker seemed to want to insist on that, but the goalkeeper blocked her path. Letícia and Alessia were the same height, but the brunette's physical condition made her more threatening and firm like a brick wall. Fortunately her presence was enough for the lioness to give up on her plan and leave in a hurry, like a coward.

ᅟ Only when her silhouette disappeared behind the elevator doors did you allow yourself to give in, running back to the bedroom and, later, to the bathroom, where you barely had time to lift the toilet lid before throwing up. A few seconds later you smelled Duda's perfume around you and her hand on your back, trying to comfort you just like she had done a few days ago. You had no idea what her level of English was and how much she had heard and understood of the conversation, but regardless, she was there, by your side, again.

ᅟ You could hear Luana's voice, imagining that she must be explaining the whole situation to the other girls who arrived after the commotion in the hallway and as you thought about how horrible that situation was, you realized that in a short time you and your ex-girlfriend would play together on the same team. Suddenly the nausea was back and you felt everything spinning around you. Little by little you got better and finally came out of the bathroom, seeing all your teammates crammed into the room and ready to welcome you into their arms.

ᅟ It took a few hours and a lot of explanation on your part, but eventually everyone understood the situation and shared the same anger as you. They were all worried about what would happen in the future since you two are Arsenal players and would see each other every day in a matter of a few weeks, and that worried you too, but it was after a few minutes in silence that Tamires made a suggestion that made your eyes shine.

ᅟ Soon you, the blonde and Duda were in front of the door of Cris Gambaré's room, the director of women's football at Corinthians who was helping the Brazilian coaching staff. When she finally answered, the three of you smiled slightly and the woman took a deep breath, knowing that she had a problem to solve.

BREAKING NEWS: Arsenal midfield star Y/F/N will go on loan to Corinthians, the club that revealed her to the world. The team was surprised by the request, but accepted after some insistence from the player. She must leave for Brazil immediately and will return to Arsenal as soon as the South American season comes to an end in December.

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I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS 😂

Dumb Girlfriend.

I just cleaned my bathroom. If you are Brazilian, you will know that we mix several chemical products to clean the bathroom, and well, it was no different for me. I did it and almost died from chlorine poisoning, so I thought, why not write about it?? Im dumb, I know it

warnings: Chemicals, worried Jason, somewhat stubborn reader, mentions of death (may be seen as Brazilian or not).

You and Jason used to share household chores. Nothing too elaborate, just helping each other. But there was one thing you liked to do, clean the bathroom.

And today was Wednesday. House cleaning day. Jason was cleaning the dust off the furniture in the living room and you were cleaning the bathroom in your bedroom.

Chlorine, disinfectant, detergent, fabric softener and something white that you forgot the name of. All of these products you was using to clean the bathroom.

Lastly, you added some water and started scrubbing. It was so customary to do this since you were a teenager that you didn't even care anymore. You started to scrub the floor hard, removing all the mud and dirt you found. Of course it worked, but your eyes started to burn. You didn't care, it was normal.

You continued to scrub, fast and hard, the floor and walls. The strong smell of chemicals started to enter yours nostrils very quickly.

Your head started to spin and you felt like you were losing air. To help, the bathroom didn't have any windows.

As despair covered your mind, you ran to the bathroom door and opened it quickly.

"Jason!" was the last thing you screamed before passing out.

Upon hearing your scream, Jason became worried. He quickly ran to the room and panic covered his face when he saw you on the floor.

"Yn! What happened?!" He took you in his arms and shook your face lightly. He smelled a strong smell of chemicals coming from the bathroom. "Oh God..."

Jason walked with you in his arms to the bed and laid you down on it.

"Princess, wake up, please." Jason caressed your face with his thumb.

You were out for a good 5 minutes. Jason was already thinking about taking you to the hospital, but before he could pick you up again, you started to open your eyes.

"Are you there? Huh?" He asked looking at your eyes opening. He was checking every part of your face for any reaction.

"Jay..." You whispered and then started laughing. Jason looked at you in disbelief and confusion. "I fainted?"

"Yes! Why are you laughing?" He frowned "You could have died! What did you put in there?"

"Calm down, Jaybird..." You felt yourself on the bed with his help. His head was still spinning. You have one last laugh. "I already do this with..." you look into Jason's eyes "often?"

Jason gave you a stern look.

"Are you trying to kill yourself or something?!" He said in a stern voice, the red hood's voice. You shivered.

"No..." You lowered your head "It's not the first time it's happened..."

"What?!" Jason runs his hand through his hair "You kidding, right?"

You shake your head and Jason sighs.

"Do not do that again." He grabs your face with both hands and makes you look at him "Fuck, just... don't do it! You should at least wear protective gear! I don't know what it would be like if I lost you!"

"I'm sorry, Jay..." You bite your lip and look into his pleading eyes. You can see the fear in him.

"Just... use protection when doing these things. Masks, gloves, glasses, anything!" He kissed you sweetly. "Don't scare me like that again!" He placed his forehead on yours

"I won't." You gave a small smile

"My stubborn little girl." He smiled, "What do I do with you?..."

In fact, he already knew he was going to do it.

#I SWEAR THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORTER #HAHDJSJAKS IM JUST DUMB CUZ I DID THE SAME #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff #brazilian!reader

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