#VAMOS BRAZIL

[princesstamana]

[kevjrr]

IT’S MATCH DAY🇧🇷

[thewinchestah]

@tumblr I hope you know there will be a large influx of deranged unhinged Brazilians fleeing from the twitter ban. We are also thirsty for blood. Beware everyone, you are no long coming to Brazil, the Brazilians are coming to you.

Brazilian, we ride at dawn.

É tudo nosso, nada deles, e depois de nós e nois de novo.

[cassoliravioli]

FELIZ DIA DA INDEPENDÊNCIA PORRA 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷 AQUI É BRASIL 🙅 7 DE SETEMBRO DE 1822 E DOM PEDRO CLAMAVA INDEPENDÊNCIA 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷🤑🤑 HÁ 202 ANOS

É como diz a letra: "ouviram do ipiranga as margens plácidas, de um povo heróico o brado retumbante"

(Yesterday was independence day for brazil)

[envolvenuances]

spanish and portuguese are different languages tho especially thinking of spoken brazilian dialects. I was so hated in classes for having an easier time with the subjunctive

[cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos]

Since I dropped out a LOT of the stories i started here

and saying that is like, the understatement of the year

I've decided to end them in a quick manner. The legacy I started on Sims 4 won't be finished in game anytime soon bc my all consuming life has been all consuming indeed. I don't have much time to take notes of what happens and then create the story, it's too much work and it takes out the fun for me I'll just reblog the OG post and draft out what was my plan, if you guys like it, great! If you don't, well, pity, I guess. Same for my Baldur's Gate 3 something (fanfiction? drabble? game report? idk) - if i manage to freaking remember how the game was like (since i don't have it and used to play it on a friend's house), i'll draft out my plans for it and yay, less things in my head

it'll probably help out on getting my writing juices going so i can both work on my job and my work (two separate different things as you can see; producing content and writing a book are nOT the same)

Anyway I hope this makes me feel less doomed by my own narrative and helps me get creative again

And maybe some of you will see it and think "woah cool"

[replicantapologist]

pf rebloguem para alcançar mais pessoas

[renah]

what a rollercoaster of feelings

[anonymityisfunwriter]

i don't follow soccer very closely (except for the world cup), but one thing about me I WILL ALWAYS ROOT FOR THE LATINOS!!!

GO BRAZIL 🗣️🗣️🗣️

"Two Sides of The Same Coin" Chapter List

The Grumpy x Sunshine Series story! AO3⏐Wattpad⏐Two Sides Of The Same Coin Playlist

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

Chapter 1 - Welcome To New York Chapter 2 - State of Grace Chapter 3 - Ready for It? Chapter 4 - Holy Ground Chapter 5 - Wonderland Chapter 6 - It’s Nice To Have A Friend Chapter 7 - The Archer Chapter 8 - Mad Woman Chapter 9 - I Did Something Bad Chapter 10 - Hoax Chapter 11 - So It Goes… Chapter 12 - Delicate Chapter 13 - Mirrorball Chapter 14 - We Were Happy Chapter 15 - A Place In This World Chapter 16 - Everything Has Changed Chapter 17 - The Joker and The Queen Chapter 18 - I’m Only Me When I’m With You Chapter 19 - The Outside Chapter 20 - Bad Blood Chapter 21 - Nothing New Chapter 22 - Safe and Sound Chapter 23 - Dancing With Our Hands Tied Chapter 24 - You Are In Love Chapter 25 - Peace Chapter 26 - Invisible String Chapter 27 - False God Chapter 28 - Exile Chapter 29 - Renegade Chapter 30 - Out Of The Woods Chapter 31 - Long Live Chapter 32 - Last Kiss Chapter 33 - Come Back…Be Here Chapter 34 - Breathe Chapter 35 - All Too Well Chapter 36 - Don’t Blame Me Chapter 37 - Evermore Chapter 38 - Long Story Short (Epilogue) Chapter 39 - Daylight (Epilogue) Chapter 40 - Begin Again (Prologue) Chapter 41 - Welcome To New York (Outtake) Chapter 42 - Treacherous (Outtake) Chapter 43 - Enchanted (Outtake) Chapter 44 - This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Outtake) Bonus Chapter (Wedding Fluff) - Going To The Chapel And They’re Gonna Get Married The Interrogation Even More Outtakes AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

[givemegifs]

[daminouspurity]

Brazil vs. Senegal | 2023 International Friendly | Predictions FIFA 23

[kevjrr]

[mystickingstuff]

NESSA MESMA ONDA, véi... O tumblr e o twitter (agora bluesky) provavelmente são os locais mais íntimos da internet pra mim. Quem pode dizer que me viu surtando por causa de vampiros gays, sabe (muita gente, na verdade).

Enfim. Foda-se o Instagram!!!

Tô com saudade dos meus mutuals do twitter falando merda na timeline.

[lotsoflola]

songs that feel like dating mark lee

cherry hill - russ

ivy - frank ocean

drew barrymore - sza

feather - sabrina carpenter

skinny dipping - sabrina carpenter

love yourz - j. cole

3005 - childish gambino

adore you - harry styles

all the stars - kendrick lamar, sza

sunflower - post malone

about you - the 1975

to be so lonely - harry styles

sundress - asap rocky

passionfruit - drake

sober - childish gambino

same drugs - chance the rapper

apparently - j. cole

chanel - frank ocean

nights - frank ocean

violent crimes - kanye west

act my age - one direction

cherry - harry styles

keep driving - harry styles

shirt - sza

pink matter - frank ocean

solo - frank ocean

teenage fever - drake

night changes - one direction

white ferrari - frank ocean

pink and white - frank ocean

n 2 deep - drake, future

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

knee socks - arctic monkeys

all of the lights - kanye west

die for you - the weeknd

good days - sza

golden - harry styles

sunflower - harry styles

dark red - steve lacy

k. - cigarettes after sex

sex drugs etc. - beach weather

grape juice - harry styles

ever since new york - harry styles

borderline - tame impala

hold tight - sabrina carpenter, uhmeer

honeymoon fades - sabrina carpenter

1957 - milo greene

you get me so high - the neighbourhood

best part - daniel caesar, her

apple juice - jessie reyez

grapes - james marriott

romanticise this - james marriott

29 - run river north

brazil - declan mckenna

canyon moon - harry styles

nothing but you - the vamos

ribs - lorde

sex - eden

gold - james marriott

babydoll - dominic fike

3 nights - dominic fike

painkiller - ruel

married in vegas - the vamps

naked - doja cat

[adrienneleclerc]

Matching Costumes

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Latina! Reader

Summary: when they attend Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party accidentally matching each other but being complete strangers

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracy because of the hurricane and i never been to a Mickey Halloween party

A/N: Logan goes to Disney World with Oscar

Y/N was doing her makeup, putting the finishing touches to her Emily costume.

"Valeria, are you absolutely positive this costume looks good?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, oh my gosh, chill the fuck out. Anyone with half a brain cell can tell you're Emily from Corpse Bride. Even if they haven't seen the movie, they'd be like 'oh, you're the corpse bride', its that good. Now lets go, the party starts at 7 but i really want to go on the rides." Valeria said, she was dressed as Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice

"Going 2 weeks before Halloween feels ridiculous." Y/N said.

"I wanted to go at Halloween but we're having a Halloween party with all los tios y primos. Are you going to make those Jack Skellington conchas you saw on TikTok?" Valeria asked.

"I mean hopefully i can make them, I have a friend that works at a Mexican bakery so hopefully she can help me make them. Mami, ya nos vamos a la fiesta, nos regresamos a medianoche!" Y/N called out before leaving the house.

Meanwhile, Logan and Oscar were in the car on their way to Disney World.

"You could have at least put on makeup." Logan said and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"Be lucky i put on the green color hairspray." Oscar commented.

"You can't even tell if you're supposed to be Betelgeuse or the Joker." Logan said, as he was dressed as Victor from Corpse Bride.

"Do you see the suit? I am obviously Betelgeuse. I just don't understand why we are going to a Halloween party if it's not Halloween yet. And at Disney World, are you serious?" Oscar asked.

"Maybe if you weren't in Brazil for the Grand Prix for Halloween, we'd actually get to spend Halloween together, but you're going to Brazil." Logan said. "Besides, you never been to Disney World, and as a Florid native and your best friend, I can't let that happen."

"You are absolutely ridiculous." Oscar said, shaking his head. Logan entered the Disney World parking lot after showing proof of tickets, once the car is parked, both men got out and readjusted their suits.

"Also, chief, the makeup was more so people don't recognize you in Disney." Logan said, as he pulled out the kit he used for himself, asking if Oscar reconsidered, he ultimately nodded and Logan fixed him up. "Now we are completely in costume, lets head inside."

"Please, I really want to show Lily everything, she's been dying to come here." Oscar said.

"Then just go to the Paris one." Logan said.

Y/N and Valeria got out of the car and started walking to the entrance of the park.

"The wig didn't move, right?" Valeria asked,

"Nope, you're good, and mine is fine, right?" Y/N asked.

"You're good. Let's go in, I am so excited." Valeria said. As they were walking and having a conversation, Y/N tripped, causing her to bump into the guy in the Victor costume.

"Oh my gosh, i am so sorry." Y/N said.

"No worries, are you okay?" Logan asked. "I like your Emily costume, did you make it yourself?"

"Oh, yes i did." Y/N said, looking down and dusting off her dress. "I tried to keep it as accurate to the movie as possible. And you're Victor, what a coincidence."

"Yeah, my name is Logan." Logan introduced himself.

"I'm Y/N, and Lydia over here is my bestie, Valeria." Y/N said, looping her arm with Valeria's.

"This is my friend Oscar." Logan introduced him and Oscar did the awkward smile and wave.

"That is a great Betelgeuse costume. Most people don't fully commit but i like that you did." Y/N complimented and Logan gave Oscar a shit-eating grin and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You should join us! 4 is better than 2." Logan said.

"Sounds fun! A little Tim Burton group costume, love it." Y/N commented.

"It almost looks planned. Oscar, we need to go on some of the rides, they have changes because its Halloween." Logan said.

"Yeah, we need to hit the teacups." Valeria said.

"Sure, lets go, we have pver 2 hours to kill before the actual party." Oscar said.

"You're going to love it, i swear!" Y/N exclaimed before the 4 of thejm walked to get to some rides before the event started.

They saw the parade, met Jack and Sally, did some trick or treating, saw the Sanderson Sisters performance, overall enjoyed the Mickey Halloween party.

"It was awesome meeting you guys, we should hang out outside of costume tomorrow." Y/N said. Oscar looked hesitant but Logan spoke up.

"Yes, we should. Oscar is from out of town and he doesn't mingle much." Logan said,

"His accent made that very clear." Y/N said giggling.

"How about just you and Logan hang out." Valeria offered.

"If Logan doesn't mind, I am all for it." Y/N said. Logan made the first move and added his phone number to Y/N's cell, which was already unlocked. "Forward, I like it. It was nice meeting you Logan, you two Oscar, hope you're enjoying Florida, have a goodnight." The girls walked away.

"You are really going to go out with a girl you just met?" Oscar asked.

"A relationship has to start from somewhere, chief." LOgan answered and Oscar rolled his eyes.

"You're so annoyingly American." Oscar grumbled before they made their way to exit the park.

When Y/N got home, she texted Logan.

Hey Logan! It's Y/N, we should meet at The Monroe at 12pm.

It took a few minutes for Logan to respond.

Hi! Yes, the Monroe sounds great, see you then

Y/N clutched her phone to her chest and squealed because she actually set up a date with a really cute guy.

The next day, Logan was waiting outside The Monroe, fidgeting with his shirt, he hasn't felt this nervous in a while. He then saw a women his age walking towards the Monroe.

"Logan?" she asked.

"Yep, thats me. You look differet without the makeup." Logan commented.

"Yeah, Halloween things, you ready for our first date?" Y/N asked.

"This is a date?" Logan asked.

"Only if you want it to be." Y/N said.

"I definitely want it to be." Logan said and Y/N giggled at his eagerness.

"Then let's go in." Y/N said and Logan opened the door for her, placing his hand on her lower back to guide her. Going to Disney World that night was the best decision he's ever made.

The End

I hope y'all liked it! It feels good to write for our American boy again

[eroselless]

PATO - SEVEN

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

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warnings: angst

note: HI LOVES! I am so so sorry its taken me so long to get this out. I had some troubles with motivation and stupid writers block but as soon as I was able to get it going, I got it. Thank you all so much for you patience and continued support <3

BRAZIL, NOVEMBER 2024

The sun sets over the circuit, long shadows shifting under the dimming light, the sound of cars zooming past reverberating through the air. The crowd around the circuit erupts in cheers as the final lap begins, a new wave of excitement rolling through the sea of red Ferrari flags. The tension is palpable as each turn pushes the drivers to their limits.

You stand near the pit wall, Lucero perched on your hips. She plays with the strands of your hair, occasionally tugging at the earrings you forgot to take off that morning. Your heart races with the roar of the cars as you watch the screen in front of you. The mechanics and engineers around you shift nervously, their eyes glued to the screen tracking the final moments of the race. Carlos’s car is a bright red blur, expertly maneuvering the last few corners. He is leading, and he’s nearing the finish line.

"¡Vamos, Carlos!" a mechanic shouts, his voice lost in the cacophony of engines and the cheers of the crew. The tension in the pit lane merges with the anticipation on the track. You can all see it—victory is so close.

The radio crackles with team communications as Lucero squirms in your arms, fascinated by the spectacle, her eyes wide at the noise of cars zooming by, completely unaware of the significance of the moment.

“Baba,” she babbles as she hears his voice echo through the paddock, her small voice a little clearer than before. The word hits you like a warm wave—a mixture of joy and something you can’t quite place yet. She has taken to calling him that, not yet able to say papa, but now it falls from her lips with more confidence than it did a few days ago.

You watch as Carlos rounds the last corner, sending the Ferrari pit into an explosion of celebration. He crosses the finish line first, the checkered flag waving in the air like a beacon of victory. Your heart soars with emotion, your body buzzing with the shared joy of the crowd. The paddock becomes a flurry of activity—engineers, mechanics, and team members shouting, hugging, clapping, and celebrating. Lucero giggles in your arms, imitating the others as she claps along joyfully.

The team ushers you out to meet Carlos as he slows his car into parc fermé, coming to a complete stop. He pulls himself out with ease, pumping his arms up into the air as he stands triumphantly on his car. His arms are outstretched, as though he’s trying to absorb every bit of energy the crowd offers him. He did it. He’s a winner again. It wasn’t just a victory; it was a statement.

You see it in his eyes as he pulls off his helmet and turns toward you, his gaze locking on the crowd of Ferrari red waiting for him. He sprints toward the barricade, right to where you’re standing. The press swarms, photographers snapping photos as he closes the distance, but he doesn’t care. They can speculate all they want—about him, about you, about Lucero.

When he reaches you, he doesn’t hesitate. His hands cradle your cheeks as he lifts your face toward his, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that is both celebratory and claiming. He breathes you in before pulling away, resting his forehead against yours. His skin is slightly damp against yours when he does. Lucero squeals in delight as he pulls both of you into an embrace, arms circling around you and Lucero in a tight, protective hold. The cameras flash around your small group, murmurs filtering through the crowd.

But in this moment, neither of you care about the spectacle. This is his little victory, with his little family.

"Mi amor," he whispers breathlessly, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. There’s a softness there, a vulnerability you’ve come to cherish, and it overwhelms you. The heat of his affection feels as potent as the Brazilian sun beating down on you.

Lucero wiggles in your arms, laughing as Carlos takes her, holding her high in the air, earning another giggle. It sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach, your heart swelling with emotion once again.

The roar of engines continues as the other cars finish the race. Lando crosses the line in second, Charles bringing his car home shortly after in third. The podium is set—Carlos, Lando, and Charles. It would have been perfect if the tension just below the surface wasn’t beginning to ripple.

As Charles comes to a stop in parc fermé, his gaze finds you celebrating—Carlos all wrapped in your presence, arms around you, beaming at the baby girl in his arms. The sight pierces through him, an unexpected pang of something sharp and unsettling. Jealousy? Maybe. Or maybe it’s regret. What he could’ve had is playing out in front of him—the woman he once loved with his child, in the arms of another man, celebrating a win he had so badly yearned for. That could’ve been his, had things gone differently. If he had done things differently.

He removes his helmet once out of his car, his heart pounding with something other than the rush of the race. As he stands there for a second, he finds he can’t tear his eyes away from the small family huddled together, completely oblivious to the reporters and photographers circling them.

He watches as you beam up at Carlos, your eyes swelling with joyful tears as he continues holding Lucero. He recognizes the look on your face, a look he’d once seen directed at him, long ago. He catches Carlos’s eye across the paddock. There’s no smugness, no malice in his gaze, just a quiet acknowledgment. We’re here now, his eyes seem to say. This is how things are.

It feels more complicated for Charles. Is he envious of Carlos? Or is it seeing you again—the woman he had loved, maybe still loves, and the child that could’ve been a part of his life from the beginning? He can’t place it exactly, but the sight of Lucero babbling in Carlos’s arms twists something deep in his chest. Lucero looks so much like him—the same wispy golden-brown hair, the same blue-green eyes. She is a miniature version of him, yet she clings to Carlos like he’s her world.

Charles stands frozen for a moment, watching as Carlos hands Lucero back to you, kissing both of you before stepping into the arms of the team.

“Charles!” one of the mechanics calls, breaking him from his reverie. He tears his eyes away from the three of you, forcing a smile as he walks toward his team. They greet him with enthusiasm, engulfing him in a sea of high-fives and hugs. His mind is elsewhere, lost in images of what could’ve been.

As the celebrations continue, the podium ceremony looming closer, you can feel the tension between the two men simmering beneath the surface. You can feel Charles’s gaze on you, how it lingers. You can feel how Carlos instinctively leans toward you and Lucero whenever Charles comes near. Though you’ve agreed to prioritize Lucero’s well-being, how long would it take for these feelings to reach a boiling point and spill over?

Lucero tugs at your sleeve, bringing you back to the present. You look down at your daughter, who hasn’t even noticed the tension building around her. Children have a way of simplifying things that adults complicate. For Lucero, there is no battle for affection, no jealousy to sort through. She has you and Carlos. But you can’t help but feel the tightening coil in your chest. Charles has missed out on so much of Lucero’s first year, and now he’s trying to be present. But where does that leave Carlos, who has stepped into the role so seamlessly, becoming papa without hesitation?

Your thoughts are cut off by the announcer calling out Carlos' name. Lucero squeals once again as Carlos takes his spot on the top step, eyes closed and face angled up toward the sky. When he opens them again, they find yours, a bright sparkle shining in them. The crowd chants his name, and for a moment, everything feels right again.

But as Charles passes by on his way to the third step, his eyes find yours as well. There’s no hiding the emotions swirling in him—regret, longing, confusion. He quickly turns away, his jaw tightening as the champagne bottles are handed out. Oh, what he’d give to see you here, with your daughter, cheering his name instead.

*:・゚✧*:・゚✧

The crowd roars around you as the three men raise the bottles of champagne into the air. The spray from Carlos’s bottle catches the golden light of the setting sun, creating a shimmering halo as the liquid spray around him. Lando follows suit, laughing as he chases Carlos with a playful spray. Charles, though holding his bottle aloft, is quieter—less involved. The celebratory atmosphere to him felt muted, a blur of flashing lights and loud cheers. The taste of victory, third place, tastes bitter in his mouth. 

As the champagne spray over them as they bask in the moment, Lucero claps her little hands together, echoing the excitement of the crowd. Her calls for baba seem to cut through the air, rising over the noise of the crowd. Carlos’s face softens as he finds you in the crowd, finding her safely nestled in your arms. 

The men step away from the podium and Carlos makes his way down to you, wiping champagne from his brow. The crowd seems to part as he nears, giving you space. The noise seems to filter away as he pulls you into his arms again, earning a squeal from you as his soaked racing suit comes in contact with you. 

He reached out, gently stroking Lucero’s cheek, fingers lingering there for a moment. “You were cheering me on, weren’t you, mi pato?” he says softly, a boyish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Lucero giggles, reaching up for him with both hands. It’s impossible not to melt at the sight of them together.

Her laughter continues to fill the air as Carlos is swept away into some post-race duties, interviews and such. You can see Charles from the corner of your eye, lingering in the background. His racesuit now hangs from his waist, the third place cap securely on his head. It is obvious–his reluctance to leave, his need for something unspoken. A deep breath escapes you as you realize there’s no way of avoiding this. 

He approaches you, voice soft and tentative as he calls out for you. You greet him shyly, not sure if you should hug him now. You stand there for a moment, letting the weight of everything between you settle in the air.

“You were great out there,” you finally say, your voice quiet, measured. “Lucero and I, we were both watching.” his eyes flicker to his daughter, expressing softening jut for a second. 

He steps a little closer, his eyes never leaving Lucero. “Does she…” He pauses, struggling to find the right words. “Does she know who I am?”

The question hangs in the air between you like a fragile thread. You glance at Lucero, who is babbling contentedly in your arms, oblivious to the tension around her. You swallow hard before answering.

“She’s still young, Charles. She doesn’t fully understand everything yet.”

He nods, but you can see the pain in his eyes. He steps closer still, his voice barely a whisper. “But she will, right? One day, she’ll know that… that I’m her father?”

The question sends a wave of emotion crashing over you. You hadn’t expected this conversation to happen here, now, in the midst of the celebrations. But you can’t avoid it any longer. You look up at him, your heart heavy with the weight of the truth.

“She’ll know,” you say, your voice cracking slightly. “But it’s… complicated.” he nods, eyes full of sadness and yearning. 

“I’m sorry I never told you,” you say gently. “I won’t keep her from you anymore but that doesn’t change everything we’ve been through.” You mean the arguments, the late nights you waited up for him. All the tears you shed for him and the heartbreak that came with boarding the fate train to Spain, you and Carlos. Charles knows this, a pain flickering in his chest as he nods sadly. 

“I get it,” he says. “But it still stings.” 

Your response is halted when Lucero reaches for Charles, babbling softly as she stretches her tiny arms toward him. His face softened immediately, and he stepped closer, gently taking her into his arms. 

You knew they looked alike but the similarities are so much more obvious now that she’s cradled in his arms. Her smile is timid as she plays with the decals of his fireproofs. Her eyes crinkle just like his, her hair reminiscent of his at the same age. 

“You two are almost like twins,” you say, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch them. A smile paints Charles’s lips, it's one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, his gaze far away. “It seems we are.” though there was so much of him that he saw in her, he could see you. In the way the baby scrunched her nose, in how her eyes lit up and how she laughed seemed to capture everyone’s attention. It was what made him fall in love with you in the first place. 

The tension between you hung in the air, unspoken words and unresolved feelings swirling around like the last remnants of a storm. Charles’s gaze flickers back to yours, and for a second, you see something in his eyes that makes your heart ache—regret, maybe. Or longing for something that was lost. But you had no desire to go back to that place, to that time when you were the one waiting for him to notice, to care for you.

He had Alexandra now. And you had Carlos.

Carlos reappears, a bright smile on his face as he joins the two of you. His hand slips around your waist, pulling you in for a tight hug. He lets go, a bittersweet smile as he sees Charles holding Lucero. 

“Looks like she’s making new friends,” Carlos said lightly, though there was a slight edge to his voice, his gaze lingering on Charles for a moment longer than necessary.

Charles gives him a tightlipped smile, handing Lucero back to you, nodding as he stepped back. “She’s incredible. You’re lucky.”

Carlos’s grip on you tightens just slightly, and you could feel the tension between the two men—the unspoken rivalry that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

“We are,” Carlos says softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he looks at you and Lucero. “Very lucky.”

*:・゚✧*:・゚✧

The Ferrari Family Drama Deepens: Carlos Sainz and Y/N L/N Relationship Confirmed, Tensions With Charles Leclerc?

In the wake of the Brazilian Grand Prix, a new chapter in the unfolding drama within the Ferrari paddock has captivated fans and media alike. Speculation about the personal lives of drivers Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc has reached a fever pitch, following a string of high-profile appearances involving a mystery woman—now identified as Y/N L/N—and a young child.

Y/N L/N, who had previously flown under the radar during her relationship with Leclerc, has now emerged in the public eye alongside Carlos Sainz. Their close interactions during the Grand Prix weekend, particularly after Sainz’s victory, left little doubt among observers that the two are romantically involved. In the celebratory moments after the race, Sainz was seen pulling L/N and the child—whose identity has yet to be confirmed—into a tight embrace, a gesture that all but confirmed their relationship status.

Eyewitnesses described the scene as heartwarming, with Sainz not only basking in the glory of his win but also sharing the moment with his newfound family. The child, speculated to be L/N’s daughter, appeared comfortable in Sainz’s arms, fueling rumors that he has taken on a fatherly role in her life. However, without any official word, questions surrounding the child’s identity remain unanswered, leaving room for continued speculation.

The plot thickened further when fans spotted L/N having a private conversation with Charles Leclerc, captured from a distance by photographers. The conversation appeared somber, with both parties showing visible signs of tension. Leclerc, who finished third in the race, was seen standing near L/N while the child stayed close, sparking curiosity about the nature of their exchange. Though no details have emerged about what was discussed, the history between L/N and Leclerc seems to weigh heavily on both.

The identity of the child—who, according to witnesses, shares striking features with both Leclerc and L/N—remains a mystery, adding to the intrigue surrounding the unfolding drama. 

The questions on everyone’s minds now are: how will this personal entanglement affect the drivers moving forward? And what does this mean for their upcoming races and the Ferrari team as a whole?

a/n: Hi friends! If you’ve gotten this far, thank you so much for reading! Any feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated, they seriously keep me so motivated <3

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