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Hello dears, I just cleaned my inbox (I had quite a few old things there from almost a year ago????) anyway 🦆✊, you can make requests, I will try to do my best 😭🙏💞

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[adrienneleclerc]

Meet and Greet

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina Single Mom! Reader

Summary: Y/N takes her 4 year old daughter to the Canadian Grand Prix to meet her favorite driver, Charles Leclerc

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, inaccuracies involving F1

A/N: i Don’t know if there are properly organized meet and greets but I’ve seen some videos on TikTok where drivers are at a table and they are autographing things so

Y/N and her daughter Vidia were online to meet Charles Leclerc.

“Mami, how much longer?” Vidia whined

“Bebé, te quiero, but It’s a long line to meet him, okay. Just be patient.” Y/N said and Vidia groaned. “Do you want chips? I brought you chips.” Y/N said looking in her bag and pulling out a mini bag of lays, opening it for her.

“Yay!” Vidia said and grabbed the bag and started eating. Half an hour later, they are finally in front of Charles Leclerc. Vidia is shaking her mom’s hand in excitement.

“Well hello, little one, what is your name?” Charles asked the girl.

“Hi, my name is Vidia.” Vidia spoke softly. Charles smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Vidia.” Charles said, signing his photo and he looked up to see Y/N. “And what is your name?”

“Oh I’m Y/N.” Y/N replied.

“She’s my Mami!” Vidia said.

“Really? And where are you guys from?” Charles asked.

“New York. We’re here on vacation with my parents.” Y/N said.

“That sounds like fun.” Charles said.

“Mami, can i take a picture with him?” Vidia asked, looking back at Y/N.

“You have to ask him, princesa.” Y/N said and Vidia looked back at Charles with wide eyes.

“Yes, we can take a picture.” Charles said. “Is it okay if I carry her?”

“By all means go ahead, it will make her day.” Y/N said and Charles carried Vidia and Y/N snaps the picture. “Thank you so much, Charles.” Y/N said as Charles puts Vidia down and Vidia went to hold Y/N’s hand. “Good luck in practice.” Y/N was about to walk away when Charles stopped her.

“How about you guy stay at the Ferrari hospitality, I could give you passes.” Charles said.

“Yes! Di que sí mami, porfis.” Vidia begged Y/N.

“Ay vidia, espera. Charles, you Don’t have to do that.” Y/N said.

“But I want to. Anything for the cutest Ferrari fan.” Charles said squatting down to Vidia’s level. “What do you say, Vidia? Think you can convince your mom to go to the hospitality?”

“Mami, please, please, please, please, please, please.” Vidia begged.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go to the Ferrari hospitality.” Y/N said.

“Yes!” Vidia exclaimed. Charles went to Fred and he gave Charles 2 passes. Charles put the pass on Vidia and on Y/N

“There you go, I’ll meet you guys there.” Charles said. “Fred, can you show them to the hospitality?”

“Sure thing, follow me.” Fred said and he led the Y/N and Vidia to the hospitality where there is a couch, TV, and a little kitchen with food.

Carlos stared at Charles while he was signing things.

“What mate?” Charles asked.

“You like her.” Carlos teased.

“Do not.” Charles said.

“Cabrón, you’re a nice guy, but you are not that nice to give two people passes and say they can hang at the hospitality. You’re trying to get some Milf action.” Carlos said laughing.

“You are so vulgar.” Charles said.

“But you didn’t deny it. The mom is gorgeous thiugh, you should go for it, you haven’t dated anyone since Charlotte.” Carlos said.

“I don’t want her to think I’m being nice just to get in her pants.” Charles said.

“Aren’t you?” Carlos said.

“No! They came all the way from New York, I might as well give Vidia a good time at the Grand Prix.” Charles said.

“Okay then.” Carlos dropped the subject

Vidia was enjoying the hospitality, eating chicken fingers and French fries with her mom as Y/N called her dad.

“Hola papi. Sí, estoy con la niña en el hospitality de Ferrari, muy lindo por cierto. No sé cuánto nos vamos a demorar. Según esto, la segunda práctica termina a las 6 de la noche, pero luego hay las entrevistas con los pilotos y como Charles Leclerc nos dio los pases, no sé cuándo regresamos al hotel. Sí papi, estamos bien. Te marco luego, bye.” Y/N hung up on her dad. When she hung up, she saw Charles entering the hospitality.

“Charles!” Vidia said, getting off the chair to hug Charles. Charles hugged her back.

“Hello Vidia, how are you liking the hospitality?” Charles asked squatting down.

“The food is good.” Vidia said and Charles laughed.

“Yeah I bet it is, you were in line for a long time, you must have been hungry.” Charles said.

“Yeah, but mami carries chips in her bag.” Vidia said.

“Does she now?” Charles asked and Y/N got up to talk to them.

“Vidia hates waiting in line so I always carry snacks for her.” Y/N said and Vidia nodded.

“I hate waiting in line too, I get so bored.” Charles said and Vidia laughed. Charles stood up. “So why couldn’t your husband be with you today?” ‘Subtle, Charles’ he scolded himself in his mind.

“Ah, Vidia’s father is not in the picture.” Y/N said.

“How come?” Charles asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Nah it’s fine. He relinquished his parental rights, he said he wasn’t fit to be a father and he’s right.” Y/N said.

“Well practice doesn’t start for another hour, so you want to see the car?” Charles asked Vidia and she was jumping in excitement.

“Are you sure that’s allowed?” Y/N asked.

“I’ve done it before.” Charles said and they walked to the garage where the car was and Vidia was ecstatic, bouncing off the walls in excitement.

“Mami, mami, Can i please get in the car?” Vidia asked with wide eyes.

“Ask Charles, princesa, It’s his after all.” Y/N said and now Vidia gave charles puppy dog eyes.

“Sure thing, princess.” Charles said, lifting Vidia to place her in the car and he started showing her all the buttons on the wheel and what they do. “So Vidia, how did a little princess like you get into formula 1?”

“Mi abuelo! He’s a big fan of Fernando Alonso. Verdad que sí, mami?” Vidia asked.

“Yeah, my dad got me into racing when I was about Vidia’s age, watching Fernando Alonso race with Jenson Button. Obviously we are cheering for Checo too, but..” Y/N trailed off.

“You’re our favorite!” Vidia exclaimed.

“Really?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, really. I showed her your 2019 Monza race.” Y/N admitted.

“He won in Spa! He wins in Monza!” Vidia shouted in her best announcer voice and Charles just smiled and laughed, it was absolutely adorable having such a young fan.

“That’s was very good, Vidia, maybe you could be a commentator for Sky Sports.” Charles said.

“Maybe.” Vidia said. Charles helped Vidia out of the car and she ran to the couch to sit and look around.

“Thank you for this, Charles, she will probably talk about this when we see my dad.” Y/N said.

“How about I take you two somewhere after free practice.” Charles offered.

“Why would you do that for people you don’t even know?” Y/N asked.

“Is it so wrong to get to know a fan and her beautiful mom?” Charles asked flirtatiously.

“I guess not if you are really interested and not just looking to get your dick wet.” Y/N said and Charles put his hand on his chest.

“I would never, I don’t believe in one night stands, I’m a relationship guy.” Charles said.

“This isn’t PR?” Y/N asked.

“Just a guy really interested in a girl and wants to get to know her.” Charles said.

“I guess we have a date after free practice, with Vidia of course.” Y/N said.

“Even better!” Charles said looking back at Vidia who is snacking on Y/N’s purse chips.

The End

Hope y’all liked it! I’ve seen fanfics where Y/N is a mom but it’s always to a son, never a daughter, so I gave y’all a daughter.

[vanbardeleven]

una mueca se forma en su rostro mientras se aferra al brazo de su mejor amiga, observando fijamente los bichitos que están expuestos en ese stand. ' ¿eso se come? no gale, creo que mejor vamos a otro stand o pidamos que nos hagan margaritas ¿no es eso mexicano también? '

"son... ¿son grillos?"

[elblogdeandresco]

Nota para el amor de mi vida 💗

Sé que tal vez deba descansar un minuto, dormir un poco, pero antes de hacerlo quiero dedicarte estas palabras antes de irme a dormir.

No paro de darle las gracias a Dios por permitirme estar sano y salvo después de mi accidente, no te miento, por un momento pensé en todo lo peor que pudo pasar, sin embargo, siento que esa oportunidad de salir ileso de ese accidente es una señal para no desistir jamás en la vida, porque a pesar de que siempre planeamos a futuro lo que importa es el momento presente y quiero decirte que en verdad soy el hombre MAS AFORTUNADO al encontrarte entre millones de personas, me siento tan feliz de ser merecedor de tu amor, tu bondad y tú honestidad, con tus oraciones sé que me protejes de todo mal y peligro, de verdad, no se que sería de mi vida sin tu amor, ese mismo amor que transformó mi vida sin pensarlo; qué cambio tan radical le diste a mi existencia.

Tú y yo vamos a recorrer cada galaxia del universo, jugaremos en cada estrella y constelación, caminaremos agarrados de la mano y volaremos en cada cometa por millones de años luz hasta llegar a nuestro destino, cumpliremos cada sueño y meta juntos. Eres luz en mi vida, mi solecito hermoso, por favor nunca dejes de ser mi niña, mi consentida y mi bebé, no te alcanzas a imaginar lo fuerte que soy desde que te conocí, nada podrá derrumbar nuestro amor y mucho menos a nosotros mismos, si yo te tengo a ti siento que NADA me falta en la vida y lo digo muy en serio. Si tan sólo supieras lo feliz que me siento al regresar a casa después de verte, siento que cada segundo de espera vale la pena con tal de ver tus ojitos brillar y dibujar en tu rostro una espléndida sonrisa.

Y antes de irme a dormir quiero darte las gracias por:

Gracias por creer en lo nuestro, por tenerme paciencia, por no rendirte, por confiarme tu corazón y tu cuerpo, por valorar mi cariño y mis esfuerzos, por ser mi mejor amiga y mi gran amor, para cualquiera podría sonar a despedida, excepto para nosotros dos, pues bien sabemos que estamos más cerca de la eternidad que de una separación, gracias por estos días, por esta vida, amor de mi vida...

Te amo con todo mi corazón y todo mi ser.

Con mucho amor y cariño, tu novio Andrés. ❤‍🩹

P.D: Siempre juntos, hasta el infinito y más allá.

[spidybaby]

Begin Again | part one

Summary: Secrets can't be held forever. Specifically, not the one you keep from him.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: The dividers I'm using are from @cafekitsune All credits to them ❤️✨️

Part two

December 2025

"No, Pedro! No puedo calmarme, estas bromeando?" (No Pedro, I can't calm down, are you joking?) You were shouting at this point. "Estas bromeando?" You repeat.

"¡No! Joder, no estoy bromeando!" (No, Fuck, I'm not joking) his tone elevates as much as yours.

You cover your face with your hands, feeling the tears wetting them.

"Cuatro putos años, Pedro." (Four fucking years, Pedro.) You shout again. "No me vengas a decir estupideces, anoche me hablabas de casarnos y hoy te dio por olvidar todo eso?" (Don't fuck with me, yesterday we were talking about marriage and today you forgot about all of that?) You couldn't believe his words. "Me estas jodiendo, dime por favor que me estas jodiendo" (you're joking, please tell me you're joking).

He stayed silent, time passing as you only waited for him to start laughing and tell you he was pranking you.

"Amor," you took his face in your hands. "Por favor no hagas esto, tu y yo podemos con todo, lo hemos hecho siempre, Pedro, por favor" (Please don't do this, you and I will get over everything, we've done it before).

You were begging him in denial of the situation.

"Pepi, por favor."

His eyes were fixed on something. He was trying as hard as possible not to look at you. He knew if he did everything he just told you, it was going to be taken back.

He press his hands on your wrists and slowly took your hands away from his face.

"Lo siento," he whisper "lo siento pero no puedo." (I'm sorry I can't).

He let go of you, not looking once at your. Took his jacket and keys and walked to the front door. "Por favor, ve a Portofino, no lo dejes ir por mi, no valgo la pena. Haz tu vida y déjame atrás." (Please go to Portofino, don't let that go because of me, I'm not worthy. Live your own life and leave me behind).

You saw his car getting away from your house.

The tears never stopped. Your body was now on the floor, crying louder than before, the pain I your chest was growing stronger by the minute.

January 2026

"Bueno niña, todo listo y ordenado. Amo la vista por cierto." (Okay, girl, everything is done and ready. I love this view, by the way). Your brother Paulo says he's the one helping you with the moving.

You got an offer to be part of this big company in Portofino.

"Venga, cambia la cara, todo estará bien, me tienes a mi acá y Elena prometió venir a verte cada dos semanas, estas bien" (c'mon, don't act like that, everything will be fine, you have me here and Elena will visit you every two weeks). He pat you in the back, forcing you into a hug.

You accept the forced hug but only for a moment, after that you shove your brother away from you.

"Debería estar feliz." You say walking to the couch. "Pero no puedo estar feliz, Paulo. No sin él." (I should be happy, but I can't Pualo, not without him).

Your eyes water, you have everything you wanted, a big start, the job of your dreams, everything but him.

"No llores, por favor no de nuevo." Paulo runs to your side, hugging you while you cry. "Venga, vamos a dar una vuelta y tomar algunas fotos." (Don't cry, please not again. C'mon, let's go out and about and get you some good photos).

He dried your tears and pulled you out of the couch. Grabbing your purse on the way out to his car, you took out your phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Elena, your best friend.

Paulo took you to a rental of motorcycles, knowing you loved driving one around everytime you visited him.

You two spend the rest of the day laughing and having all the fun you could. You appreciate your brother help. He knew you needed to move on at your own time. A four year relationship was not a thing you left behind in a day.

"Para, deja te tomó una foto para tu insta" he indicates you how to pose for the picture, taking several. (Stop right there. Let me take a photo for your insta).

"Basta, ya son, suficiente," you laugh, getting off the motorcycle. "Igual solo subiré una." (Enough, they're enough, I'll only post one).

You both cheeked the pictures, and he airdrop them to you.

"Subí la foto y pone algo como "amando los nuevos comienzos", no crees?" (Post it and caption it with something like "I love new beginnings).

You laugh but did it.

(Sorry if the picture doesn't adapt to your features. I just use it as inspo. Also this is not portofino but imagine it is, love you)

February 2026

"Elena, apúrate por favor." You say as you touch up your makeup. (Elena, hurry up, please).

You were going to be her +1 at this event in London, Elena was became an influencer way back in the day when you were eighteen, she started posting for fun and suddenly it became a full time job.

A good one, she was always invited to fashion shows, she even did modeling campaigns for big brands. You were happy and thankful because you could borrow some trendi clothes.

"Relax, bebé" she says, coming out of the bathroom. "Tenemos aún como una hora para llegar, bájale" (we have an hour to get there, relax).

"Elena, ya viste la hora?" You say, looking at her with lifted eyebrows. (Did you see the time?).

She looks at her phone, eyes opening as you laugh.

"Okay, vamos c'mon, vamos todos al show, vamos a la obra en una sola maniobra." she sings the Dora the Explorer song, and you only laugh at her.

You make your way to the venue. It was this big event for Dior. They're showing their new makeup line and invite different type of social media presence.

The event was amazing. The Dior team was amazing and made everyone feel welcome. They even gave you a little souvenir.

You left a little earlier because Elena was done for the day, not feeling like socializing with other people but not wanting to be rude.

"Te sientes bien? Estás algo pálida, " Elena says, looking at you carefully. "Queres agua?" (Are you okay? You look pale, do you want some water?).

You were feeling kind of dizzy, but you didn't want to ruin the day with that.

"Toy' bien," you say, drinking from the bottle she opened for you. "Maybe it's the day being too hot." (I'm fine, maybe it's because of the weather, it's too hot).

She only nodded, leaving the conversation for later.

The car ride was rough. You felt to hot, too dizzy and too uncomfortable. But didn't say a word.

As Elena's driver parked in front of the hotel, she was the first to go out. "Sabes que quiero, un carpaccio de salmón." (I want some salmon carpaccio).

She was paying attention to her phone and didn't notice how you were struggling to even hold yourself on the car door.

The last thing you remember was Elena shouting your name and feeling a harsh pain in your head.

Waking up to a painful white light and with a headache was not the ideal thing.

"Ay Paulo, esta despertando." You can hear Elena's voice. (She's waking up).

"Paulo?" Is all you can ask, barely opening your eyes due to the light.

Elena noticed this and turned the switch off.

"Ya esta, relájate." She pushed you back on the bed. "Te golpeaste la cabeza, me asustaste." (It's okay, relax. You hit your head, you scared me).

"Joder, no sé que pasó." Your head is still pounding. "Dónde estamos?" (Fuck, I don't know what happened. Where are we?).

"En el hospital, lista." She says with that obvious tone. "Me diste el susto de mi vida." (At the hospital, dingbat. You scare the shit out of me).

"Paulo, donde esta mi hermano?" You ask remembering about hearing his name. (Where's my brother?).

"En portofino, lo llamé porque el hospital por protocolo lo debe llamar al ser tu contacto de emergencia." (In Portofino, I called him because the hospital did it).

You slowly nodded. Your eyes are open now, but you are still feeling a deep pain.

"No entiendo que paso, estabas bien al salir del evento." Elena was playing the whole event and day with you, trying to find an answer for your pass out. "Tal vez se te bajo el azúcar, esta horrible el calor afuera." (I don't know what happened. You were fine at the event. Maybe your sugar went low. It's pretty hot outside.)

Lucky for you, a doctor walked into the room, making her stop.

"Hi ladies, how are we feeling."

"How do you think?" Elena says and points at you.

"Well, I think that apart from the head, which you don't have any contusion, everything seems fine."

"But, this is not fine." Elena talks again, making the doctor laugh.

"Relax, please." He patts her shoulder. "Her iron went low. It's completely normal, with the weather being hell hot, it's nothing to worry about, I promise."

She nods, smiling shyly.

"And even better news for you miss." He's not talking to you. "You're very healthy, it's good. Let me call a nurse to make sure your little one is also fine."

Your head snaps up very fast. "What did you just say?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's a routine thing, we have to make sure mommy and baby are both fine before letting you leave."

You felt like passing out again. "Mommy and baby? You must have the wrong room, I'm not expecting." You're sitting now, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of your headache. "Elena, please tell him."

Elena is as shaken as you're. Being speechless was not a thing in her books, always having something to say at the right time.

"I" she tried but nothing is coming.

"Oh, okay. My bad, " the doctor began seeing your shock. "I didn't meant for you to find out like that, I'm sorry. I'll call the nurse and we can check."

"No!" You snapped. "You need to do another test or whatever I'm not pregnant, I can't be."

The air was reducing around you, feeling a pressure on your chest.

"Wow, no, ma'am, please, let's breathe slowly, I didn't mean for this, sorry." The poor doctor is now in alert mode.

"You, friend, please go out and call a nurse."

Elena does as she's told and goes out of the room.

"No, por favor," you're hyperventilating. "The tests are wrong. Run them again."

The doctor tries everything to calm you down, working a little bit.

Elena and a nurse enter the room. The woman has a machine with her.

"Venga, respira profundamente." Elena is calming you down now. The doctor focuses his attention on the machine.

"Can you open your dress for us, love?" The lovely nurse says. "Just a little on your tummy area will be fine."

Elena helps you with that. Thank goodness your dress was a corset type, and you could undone it upfront.

You calmed a little, the crying stopped, but your breathing still irregular.

"This is going to be cold, okay?" You nod at her words. "Okay, let's see here."

The gel was indeed cold, nothing too crazy for you to handle.

She's pressing the ultrasound thing on your stomach. Yours and Elena's eyes are fixed on the little screen.

"Here it is." She points. "Here's baby."

She's smiling, but you're not, mind blank.

"What about?" Elena starts, out of breath. "What about the heartbeat? Can we hear it?"

Pressing a button was enough for you to hear the little boom boom.

Your eyes water, you let yourself fall onto the hospital bed.

"Stop it." You cry. "Make it stop, please."

"Amiga" Elena tries but you're not having it.

"No, Elena! Stop it, please."

The nurse and doctor look at each other, and she cleans the gel off of you.

"Él tenía que estar aquí, conmigo." You can't stop your tears. "Yo no tendría porque estar sola, se suponia que ambos íbamos a enterarnos juntos, ambos íbamos a planear la sorpresa a los demás, ambos íbamos a hacerlo juntos" (He was supposed to be here with me, I'm not supposed to be here alone, we were supposed to find out together, we were going to plain the announcement, we were doing all of this together).

Elena's eyes are teary. She knows what you mean. She knows your pain.

"Me quiero ir, sácame de acá" (I want to go, take me out of here).

"Can we go?" Elena ask the nurse, who's at this point kind of scared to even talk.

The doctor gives her some indications for you to follow as well as a recipe for prenatal vitamins. Indicating her how to take them.

They both left, saying goodbye to you.

After calming down a little, still very shaken with the news.

Elena helps you as you make your way out of the hospital.

The silence was uncomfortable. You didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to trigger your cries again.

The only thing in your mind is him and all the what ifs.

"Vas a decirle?" Elena broke the silence. (You're telling him?).

You didn't even know your next step, afraid of everything. You only responded by moving your shoulders.

"Sabes que estoy aquí para ti, verdad?" (You know I'm here for you, right?).

You only nod. Just wishing you could wake up for this nightmare.

Lucky you, the driver pull up to the hotel. You exit the car as fast as possible, ignoring Elena calling your name.

You run to the elevator, not waiting for her, just wanting to dissappear on your room. Thankfully, you and Elena had separate rooms.

You slammed the door as you entered, throwing yourself in bed.

After a good hour or so without moving, just existing in bed, you grabbed your phone. Making the mistake of opening Twitter.

You stared at the screen, feeling empty.

Two months.

In two months he replaced you.

After all the "you're irreplaceable."

After four years.

"Okay."

August 2026

"Venga, que parece que cada que te veo estas más grande." Paulo and you are sitting on his couch, his hand on your belly. (C'mon, it looks like every time I see you, you're bigger).

"Paulo," you laugh. "Eso es porque cada vez va creciendo más. Duh." (That's because it's growing constantly).

He laughs as well.

Paulo got so excited when you told him the news.

He loves kids. He's the type of guy who you'll fall in love with just looking at him with a kid.

"El big boy esta cada vez más grande, eso me encanta." (Big boy is getting bigger by the day, I love it.)

"Big boy," you repeat, laughing. "Mami dice que no le gusta que le digas así." (Mom said she doesn't like it when you call him like that).

"A mi me gusta decirle así." (I like calling him that). You caress your belly. "Big boy."

You were thankful for all the support your family gives you.

They didn't judge you or repremend you when you told them the news. Your parents were excited, taking the first flight to Portofino, your brother cried, he was happy to be an uncle.

They even supported your decision of not telling Pedro about the pregnancy.

After the picture of him and that girl, you decided that if he had already moved on with his life, that was okay, but you were moving too, without him.

You blocked all the people from Tenerife and cut ties with all his friends from Barcelona. You even blocked his family from everything. Your brother did the same in support.

Your parents weren't posting or mentioning anything about your baby, not wanting to mention something to the wrong person, and have Pedro and his family find out.

"Te gusta esta foto?" Me la tomé el otro día y Elena quiere que la suba." (Do you like this picture? I took it the other day, and Elena is nagging me to post it). You showed him the picture.

He nods and motivate you to post it too.

So you did.

"Harás una sesión de fotos como mamá te sugirió?" (Are you doing a maternity photoshoot like mom asked you to?)

"No sé, creo que si." (I don't know, I think so).

August 2026

"Dame una sonrisa, mami." The photographer says.

Elena, your mom and you were at Mike Peralta, a big photographer. You mom wanted the best of the best for your maternity shoot.

After a while, you're done with the photos, kind of tired. Being seven months pregnant was making you tired all day.

"Oh mi amor, estas fotos están preciosas," your mom says as Mike shows her the photos. (Oh baby, this pictures are adorable).

You change into the clothes you bring.

Elena, as well as your mother, loved your photos.

"Hola a todos." (Hello, everyone).

A very happy and excited Paulo enters the room with different drinks.

"Un chai latte para Lena, una americano para mamá, un té sin azúcar para Mike, un frappe caramelo para mi y un frappe matcha para ti y para mi big boy." (A chai latte for Lena, a Black Americano for mamá, a tea without sugar for Mike, a Caramel Frappe for me and a matcha frappe for you and big boy). He says, giving each person their drink.

When he gets to you, he kisses your belly as he hands you the drink.

"Paulo, amor mío, ven a ver las fotos." (Paulo, my love, come see the pictures). Your mom dragged him to the computer.

After your mom paid, not letting you do it, you all went back to the house you have in Portugal.

You were thankful for all the opportunities your parents gave you. They worked really hard for you and Paulo to have a nice future.

Something that always made you laugh was that Pedro's fan girls used to say you were a gold digger. Even when you grew up with more money than him.

Having that stability helped you get away from him. Not having to get back to Tenerife to do all the things you were doing.

September 2026

"No puedo creer que este año tenga que ir sola a celebrar mi cumpleaños" (I can't believe that this year I have to celebrate my birthday alone). Elena says, after her birthday dinner, you were in Manchester, she wanted to celebrate there.

You were sad too, it was the first time in all your friendship you didn't celebrate together.

"Tomemos una foto, antes de que te vayas." (Let's take a picture before you leave).

"Estoy bien hinchada, le haces photoshop." (I'm so bloated, photoshop it).

You laugh extra hard.

"Lena, créeme que la única barriga que van a ver es la mía." (The only belly people will see is mine, trust me).

"Okay." She giggle as pose with you in front of the mirror.

Elena left for her party.

She was going to a new club that her boyfriend owned.

She loved parties, and her boyfriend had the perfect places for her to party.

As the night went, she wanted to take some pictures with her whole group. But before anything, she was going to retouch her makeup.

Making her way to the bathroom, she hit someone. Making that person throw the drink in their hand.

"Omg, I'm so sorry." She turned at one table stealing their napkins.

"Elena?"

Her eyes found that person eyes.

"Pedro."

[wonderland-infinity-suicide]

De corazón espero que encuentres el amor que tanto buscabas, sé que no pude dártelo y que querías con todas tus fuerzas que hubiese sido yo. Ahora estoy soportando el peso de mis errores pero jamás he dejado de desearte lo mejor, quiero que estés feliz siempre y que la persona que esté a tu lado se de cuenta de lo maravillosa que eres, de lo bonita que eres por fuera y por dentro, que siempre te vea más linda que ayer y que jamás te falte al respeto. Que te procure las veinticuatro horas del día porque lo vales.

Sé que eres otra persona y me siento culpable de haberte cambiado tanto, pero el dolor te cambia, para bien o para mal, solo espero que puedas volver a encontrarte, que puedas volver a ser tú. Porque yo me llevo a la flor que me habló para que fuera su amigo aunque yo fuera un amargado, yo me llevo a la niña que lo dió todo por mi aún en sus peores días, me llevo los momentos en los que me hiciste feliz y con mucho cariño estarás siempre en mi corazón.

No me di cuenta que tú eras lo que siempre quise, buscaba la paz y eso me regalabas todos los dias, buscaba lealtad y siempre fuiste el significado de la palabra, buscaba cariño y siempre me cobijaste con tus abrazos, tus besos y tu increíble mirada.

Tal vez ésto que estoy pasando es parte de mi karma, el dolor aún no se va, no sé cuánto dure pero estoy aprendiendo a vivir con él y es que no merecias sentir toda esa ansiedad, perdóname, le pido a Dios que me perdone. que me perdones. Fui un maldito y estoy arrepentido pero no sirve de nada arrepentirse ahora. Porque cuando me necesitabas me daba la vuelta y me iba sin más, no lo merecías, no tú.

Ojalá pueda dejar de sentir un poco, ojalá pueda pag deuda con el karma. Te mando un abrazo dónde qul estés, cuidate por favor.

[creative-kny-fics]

WE NEED THE FIC U PROMISED, THE ONE I COMMENTED ON EARLIER 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥❗❗

Ah como chilla la niña... 😾 (apreciemos a Kaburamaru jajajaja)

Ler: Mitsuri Kanroji

Lee: Iguro Obanai

~Versión Español~

'Shinobu, ¿puedo preguntarte algo?', habló la pelirosada.

Cuando Kanroji se unió a la cofradía de cazadores, tardó un poco para acostumbrarse, era algo nuevo para ella.

Parecía que los pilares solo eran hombres y que ella era la única mujer, claro, hasta que conoció a Shinobu y supo que no estaría sola.

'Claro, Kanroji. ¿Qué pasa? Alguna nueva historia sobre interés romántico?'

'Oh vamos. No siempre te estaré hablando de mi vida romántica, es más, un tema de personalidad...'

'Kanroji, nena, te he dicho muchas veces que eres perfecta tal y como eres. Y que un hombre te diga lo contrario, bueno, significa que no tiene cerebro para apreciar la belleza que tiene frente a él. Así son algunos, por ejemplo, Tomioka, hehehe, de hecho bromeo, él si es un caballero'

Bueno, no era exactamente a donde Kanroji quería llegar. Pero, ese hecho la mataba, bueno, más bien diría que la avergonzaba, pero ya sabéis como es Mitsuri, un poco muy tímida.

'Es que, creo que Iguro-San, está molesto conmigo...'

'Iguro? Contigo? Porqué? Que motivos tendría para enojarse contigo?'

'Buenooo...'

Hace un tiempo, casi unas semanas después de haberse vuelto una pilar, aproximadamente, Mitsuri se había dado cuenta de algo, algo le llamó la atención, no de forma romántica pero si como una buena amiga

'Iguro-San, se ve tan despreocupado. Pero, no podría, noto algo más en él... No lo sé, quizás una ligera tensión, ¿porqué caminaba así? Con la cabeza algo agachada, se veía deprimido', pensó.

Y aunque su primera opción había sido un ataque furtivo, algo la detuvo. ¿Y que fue? La confianza, no sentía que tuviese la suficiente confianza (y valor) para hacerle algo a Iguro, considerando que no son del todo amigos.

Así que, decidió preguntarle que hacer a Sanemi, él era su amigo. Tenía planeado hablar con Kyojuro, pero, su relación era más de hermanos, necesitaba a alguien que fuera su amigo, entonces...

'Shinazugawa-San, tú e Iguro-San son amigos, ¿no?'

'Bueno, nos llevamos bien, así que, sí, podríamos considerarnos amigos. ¿A qué se debe la pregunta?'

'No sé si solo es impresión mía pero, lo noto algo decaído, como si necesitara algo, pero no sé que es. ¿Me ayudarías a descubrir que le pasa? ¡Por fis!'

Sanemi lo estaba dudando, pero, una idea le pasó por la mente y accedió.

'Entonces, debo hacerle cosquillas en la espalda o de lo contrario no reirá. ¿Y si no funciona?'

'Inténtalo. O en todo caso, haz lo que tenías planeado hacer desde un inicio, pero no digas que no te lo advertí'

Mitsuri infló las mejillas, pero accedió, tenía la excusa perfecta por si el plan fallaba.

Se acercó lentamente, hasta que gritó "ataque sorpresa", y comenzó, mejor dicho, intentó hacer que Iguro ría, sin éxito alguno.

'!Cosquillas cosquillas cosquillas!'

'Em, Kanroji... ¿Qué haces?'

Bien, no era la respuesta que esperaba, pero sí se dio cuenta de algo, Obanai tenía una cintura muy pequeña. Era algo lindo, nunca había visto a un hombre con una cintura así.

'Iguro-San, tú cintura... Es tan pequeña...'

'Lo sé... Y lo siento, pero no tengo cosquillas'

Sanemi evitó reírse, después de todo, tuvo razón y a Mitsuri no le quedó de otra más que seguir el consejo.

'Quizás no tengas cosquillas en los costados, pero las tienes en la espalda~'

'¿Qué? No, Mitsuri, no te atrevas a... M-Mit-Mitsuri... Bahahasta... ¡BASTA!'

'¿Lo dices en serio?'

'Sí.. ¡Cahaharajohoho! Sahanehemi... ¡Vohohoy a matahaharte!'

Cuando Mitsuri terminó, se dio cuenta que Shinobu estaba aguantando una risa, oh perfecto, ahora ella también se reiría de su vergüenza.

'Oh Kanroji, no creo que Iguro se moleste. Pero, mírale el lado positivo, al menos le lograste tocar la cintura hahaha'

'Bastaaaaa... Tan humillante...'

~English Version~

'Shinobu, can I ask you something?', the pink-haired girl spoke.

When Kanroji joined to the slayer guild, it took her a while to get used to it, it was something new for her.

It seemed like the pillars were only men and she was the only woman, that is, until she met Shinobu and knew she wouldn't be alone.

'Sure, Kanroji. What's up? Any new romantic interest stories?'

'Oh come on. I won't always be talking to you about my romantic life, it's more a matter of personality...'

'Kanroji, darling, I've told you so many times that you're perfect just the way you are. And for a man to tell you otherwise, well, it means he doesn't have the brains to really appreciate the beauty in front of him. That's how some people are, for example, Tomioka, hehehe, I'm actually joking, he is a gentleman.'

Well, that wasn't exactly what Kanroji was getting at. But, that fact killed her, well, I'd rather say it embarrassed her, but you know how Mitsuri is, a little too shy.

'It's just that, I think Iguro-san is upset with me...'

'Iguro? With you? Why? What reason would he have to be angry with you?'

A while ago, almost a few weeks after becoming a hashira, maybe, approximately, Mitsuri had realized something, something caught her attention, not in a romantic way but as a good friend

'Weeeeeell...'

'Iguro-San, he looks so discouraged. But, that couldn't be, I noticed something else in him... I don't know, maybe a slight tension, why was he walking like that? With his head slightly lowered, he looked depressed', she thought.

And even though her first choice had been a sneak attack, something stopped her. And what was it? Trust, she didn't feel she had enough confidence (and courage) to do something to Iguro, considering that they are not really friends.

So, she decided to ask Sanemi what to do, he was his friend. She had planned to talk to Kyojuro, but, their relationship was more like brothers, she needed someone who was his friend, so...

'Shinazugawa-San, you and Iguro-San are friends, right?'

'Well, we get along well, so, yes, we could be considered friends. Why do you ask?'

'I don't know if it's just my impression, but I notice that he's a bit down, as if he needs something, but I don't know what it is. Could you help me find out what's wrong with him? Please!'

Sanemi was hesitating, but an idea crossed his mind and he agreed.

'Then, I must tickle his back or else he won't laugh. What if it doesn't work?'

'Try it. Or in any case, do what you had planned to do from the beginning, but don't say I didn't warn you.'

Mitsuri puffed out her cheeks, but agreed, she had the perfect excuse if the plan failed.

She slowly approached, until she shouted "surprise attack", and began, or rather, tried to make Iguro laugh, without any success.

'Tickle tickle tickle!'

'Um, Kanroji... What are you doing?'

Well, it wasn't the answer she was expecting, but she did notice something, Obanai had a very small waist. It was kind of cute, she had never seen a man with a waist like that.

'Iguro-San, your waist... It's so small...'

'I know... And I'm sorry, but I'm not ticklish.'

Sanemi held back a laugh, he was right after all and Mitsuri had no choice but to follow his advice.

'You may not be ticklish on your sides, but you are ticklish on your back~'

'What? No, Mitsuri, don't you dare. M-Mit-Mitsuri... Stohohop... STOP!'

'Are you serious?'

'Yeah.. Fuhuhuck! Sahanehemi... I'm gohohoihing to kihihihill yohohou!'

When Mitsuri finished, she noticed Shinobu was holding back a laugh, oh perfect, now she would laugh at her embarrassment too.

'Oh Kanroji, I don't think Iguro will mind. But, look on the bright side, at least you managed to touch his waist hahaha'

'Enough... So humiliating...'

[corazon-con-curita]

Abrí la puerta de mi habitación

Y ahí estoy...

-Ahí estás!

Mi yo pequeña

Mi yo inocente

Mi yo huida

Mi yo desesperada

Privada en llanto

Lastimada, con raspones,

la ropa holgada y manchada de panico.

Una vez más! Por que carajos lloras está vez?- grité. Que te hicieron?

No te eligieron?

No se disculparon por como te trataron?

No eres la favorita?

No te prefieren?

Vas al último?

Eres el puente a cambio de algo?

Se burlaron?

No te ven?

Tu cuerpo?

No te quieren?

No te aman?

Te engañaron?

Cuál de todas te paso de nuevo, Pequeña? - me mire y agregué-Ven, para acomodarte!

Cargue a mi niña,

Dios! Como lloraba y como no se calmaba!

Pesaba también, pero no es por su físico

Creo es por tanta acumulacion que ha tenido,

lo bueno es que tengo la fuerza suficiente

para sostenerla bien.

La bañe, la vesti, le puse su vestido favorito, le puse colonia dulce, su collar de toda la vida.

Un poco de cremita en los brazos y piernas; medias nuevas, sus zapatitos brillantes Y una chompita para que se abrigue por si tiene frio.

Le aliste una mochila de emergencia por si en algún momento yo no estaba y tenía que curarse sola, bandas, alcohol, pomada, ropa nueva, etc

Me miraba, con esos ojos de uvita y esas pestañas caidas, arrugando su nariz cuando sonría.

-Que manía la tuya de arrugar la nariz siempre! No te jales la costra, como te gusta lastimarte,no?

+Tú tambien lo haces! ... Te raspas tus pulgares...cuando estás nervio...

-Cállate!

Se paró en la cama, frente a frente, juguetona.

Me peino el cabello con sus manos

Me sacudió la casaca,

Me acomodó el collar de toda la vida

Me echo perfume dulce,

Me puso rubor,

Corrector para mis ojeras,

Un bálsamo de color encima para mis labios rotos.

Me hizo arrugar la nariz cuando me vi al espejo, estabamos bien, nos veíamos "lindas", como si nada hubiera pasado.

Me puso dentro de los bolsillos unas curitas y unas pastillas para el dolor de cabeza.

-Tú no necesitas mucho no?

+Nop, soy más cuidadosa ahora-me respondí

-Si pudimos controlarnos?

+De todas maneras- susurré

-Te extraño- casi llorando

A veces pienso en lo mucho que he avanzado

Pero tambien en algunos pasos que he retrocedido

Cada que me hieren no puedo dejar de pensar en ese plano y como pude no salvarme a tiempo.

Mi pequeña me está esperando

le dije que la cambiaré de cuarto algún un día, aún le gusta donde está porque están sus muñecas pero sabe que se merece mejores.

De todas maneras le tengo varias promesas, hay muchas cosas que me están costando pero como dice mami "nada es imposible".

Una vez más

abrazo a mi pequeña

después del desastre

Y me voy a dar una vuelta con ella.

Le cure las heridas y

tambien le calme sus miedos.

No me gusta verla asi,

No me gusta verme así.

[vale-fran]

Tú quieres que coja...

... Tú quieres que coja muy puta, pero me reclamas virgen, te incómoda si demuestro alguna proeza que no he aprendido contigo, me quieres en lencería pero a la vez con mandil, me quieres trofeo pero encadenada a ti...

... Me quieres fértil pero te doy asco menstruante, me quieres mujer pero con pubis de niña, reclamas atención pero demandas tu espacio...

... Tú quieres que yo haga todo al mismo tiempo mientras camino en tacones por tus fantasías eróticas y luzco como una perfecta pareja temerosa de Dios sentada a tu lado en algún compromiso social...

... Me quieres pariendo y levantada al siguiente instante, me quieres fresca pero con todas las obligaciones cumplidas, libre pero en tu perímetro autorizado, sin pasado pero con experiencia...

... Me quieres puta de a ratos, sumisa de planta, silenciosa y dispuesta sin necesidad de pago, robótica y estática a tus antojos y tus mandos...

... Pero no se puede, porque dentro me agito y revuelco en mis pasiones,

porque me queman las cadenas y grilletes, porque soy escapista de roles no pedidos,

porque sangro,

porque me quiebro,

porque me desgarro y desgasto en cada evento emocional de una manera inevitable al escuchar que me he perdido en mi misma al desdoblarme en otras caras de mi naturaleza...

... Tú quieres que yo sea tu estrella 80 privada y te da rabia que puedo serlo aun sin ti o no contigo porque así se me da la gana...

...Tú quieres que yo ignore tus pequeños demonios dominantes que me deje caminar por tus antojos y reclamar por tus caprichos a beneficio de tus placeres y bajos instintos...

...Pero eso no se puede...

Por Male Capetillo Cabrera.

[choccocake]

Sesión de Fotos (Felipe Otaño)

—˚ ˖ ୧ CREO que es obvio de dónde saque la idea para hacer este fic, ya que juro que amé haciéndolo. Además de que me sentí como niña chiquita chillando mientras lo hacía y veía la fuente de inspiración JAJAJA

Espero que les guste, especialmente a las piperas, mwak <3

Te sentías más que afortunada de tener al novio que toda niña chiquita (o adolescente) querría en su infancia.

Uno de ojos azules, con pecas, pelo sedoso, labios carnosos y con una sonrisa que podría conquistar a más de una con tan solo una mirada.

Ah, y no olvidemos su pecho, con el que te podrías quedar todo un día completo embobada mirándolo y especialmente con esos abdominales que se traía..

Estabas informada completamente de la fama que se había ganado tu novio a los meses de que se estrenara la película en la que participaba (LSDLN) y estabas también agradecida de que le fuera así de bien.

Además de que, una vez más, estabas informada de su participación de la próxima película en la que participaría que era Meteorito.

Inclusive, en una de las entrevistas que hizo para promoción de la película, la entrevistadora le había preguntado a los dos protagonistas de la película que si habían tenido a su "meteorito" en la vida. En lo que Pipe no respondió abiertamente, simplemente un sonrojo apareció en sus mejillas junto una sonrisa bastante cariñosa.

Después de esa entrevista las piperas (fans de Pipe) habían estado como locas haciendo suposiciones de que Pipe tenía o tuvo pareja en algún momento y por eso la reacción que tuvo ante la pregunta.

Por supuesto que tú estabas al tanto de aquellas suposiciones de las fans, especialmente porque abundaban más en Twitter que en alguna otra red social.

Al momento en que Pipe llegó a casa luego de esa entrevista, ahí te encontrabas tú, con una sonrisa engatusada en tus labios viéndolo desde la cocina.

El peli castaño te miraba de manera confusa pero con una sonrisa en su rostro, acercándose a ti mientras rodeaba sus brazos en tu cintura y escondía su rostro en la curvatura de tu cuello.

—¿Qué te pasa a vos ahora? Andás con esa mirada toda extraña. — Te preguntó, su respiración chocando contra tu piel, cosa que te provocaba cosquillas.

Te reíste un poco antes de soltar un corto y divertido "nada".

—Estuviste increíble en la entrevista de hoy, ¿tienes alguna otra para mañana? — Le preguntaste, girándote un poco para dejar un casto beso en su sien.

—Tengo una sesión de fotos con el otro protagonista de la película, pero me dijeron que podés venir vos también a la sesión como acompañante. — Te respondió, levantando la cabeza para dejarte un beso en la mejilla de manera algo adormilada.

Tus ojos brillaron por un momento ante la idea de acompañarlo a su sesión de fotos que haría promoción a su película. Además de que querías ver en persona como serían las fotos que le tomarían a tu novio.

Le tomaste de las manos, las cuales al fijarte que encajaban perfectamente como dos piezas de rompecabezas provocó un ligero sonrojo en tus mejillas. Lo guíaste hacía la habitación de ambos, ayudándolo a desvestirse y vestirse para colocarse el pijama.

Normalmente dormiría con unos bóxers y una camisa cualquiera, pero habían quedado en hacer un match en pijamas esa vez.

Cuando ya ambos se acostaron, Felipe rodeó sus brazos alrededor de tu figura, cayendo en los brazos de Morfeo de inmediato. Mientras tú lo veías caer rendido, le seguiste acariciando sus mejillas en dónde se encontraban las pecas que tanto amabas.

Ya te preocuparías por lo que pasaría mañana y de las increíbles fotos que serían tomadas para la película.

De acuerdo, cuando pensaste que sería una sesión de fotos completamente normal y que no pasaría nada raro, estabas completamente equivocada.

Sentías que podrías morir de un derrame nasal en ese mismo momento. DIOS, ¿por qué tenías que tener un novio tan perfecto como pareja? Te estaba haciendo sentir demasiadas emociones encontradas en una sola con solo verlo.

Tomaste entre sorbos rápidos y cortos de tu café, intentando aligerar un poco ese torrente de emociones que te provocaba tu novio.

Las miradas fugaces que te sabe Felipe cuando tenía que mirar directamente hacía la cámara te provocaba un sentimiento de ardor en el estómago.

Además de que en la sesión le habían pedido tomarse las fotos sin camisa y con una parte de los bóxers a la vista.

No hiciste ninguna queja ante eso ya que sabías que era parte de su trabajo y demás. Pero te estaba matando el simple hecho de que pareciera que te estaba comiendo con esos ojos marinos suyos con tan solo verte un milisegundo.

¿Cómo que hacía algo de calor acá, no?

—¡Listo! Pueden darse un descanso hasta que verifiquemos que ninguna haya salido mal y no tengamos que repetir ninguna. — Les había dicho la fotógrafa, agradeciéndole a Felipe y al otro chico por la colaboración.

Fingiste demencia cuando Felipe se acercó a ti, tratando de disimular las mejillas sonrojadas y la punta de tus oídos rojas como una manzana.

—¿Qué te pareció, amor? — Te preguntó Felipe.

—Estuviste fantástico Pipe, de seguro las fotos salieron excelentes. — Le contestaste.

Estabas intentando con todas tus fuerzas que tus ojos no se desviaran hacía la parte de sus abdominales y la parte que de sus bóxers que se encontraba a la vista. No querías morir más de vergüenza frente a Pipe, ya sentías que parecías un tomate con tan solo estar frente a él.

Felipe en cambio, miró un momento hacía el estudio que ya se encontraba vacío -a excepción de ustedes dos- y sonrió al ver que no había nadie más.

—Ah, andás segura de eso? — Se acercó más a ti, inclinándose hasta que sus rostros solo estuvieran a pocos centímetros de distancia, los dos sintiendo las respiraciones del otro.

No respondiste al segundo, te tomaste tu tiempo para procesar todo y que con tan solo acercar tus manos un poco hacía su pecho podrías tocar esos abdominales que tanto te traían embobada.

Además de que esos ojos azules que te parecían también tener enganchada por cada segundo los veías. Podrías ahogarte en ellos si pudieras.

—Felipe.. — Con tan solo decir su nombre fue suficiente para que se cerrara la brecha entre ustedes dos.

Agradecidas profundamente la sesión de fotos.

—˚ ˖ ୧ Creo que es obvio de dónde viene la idea de este mini fic, pero para las que no sepan pues..

¡Espero que les haya gustado! Ya saben que las solicitudes se encuentran abiertas y pueden pedir a cualquiera del cast de lsdln y como les gustaría que fuera

¡Bye!

[gyancastle]

My version of deaged Jazz.

I'm back after more than a month without posting anything here.

I wanted to draw Jasmine, because I couldn't stop thinking about how depressing it would be for her, to be a kid again. Just think about it.

I imagine it as a DP X DC Batman crossover.

She was really excited about turning 18. She would finally get Danny out of her parents' house, she would go to Gotham City college and get a job. But at any moment she would lose all her independence, because a strange experiment from her parents exploded in her face.

I also thought, "My God, she would be a really scary kid," just imagine. Jazz is 8 years old and is able to talk like an adult, she has the best grades in school, she could be considered a genius, but she also has a bad habit of psychoanalyzing people.

I would also like to add Dan and Elle in this equation.

. . .   . . .   . . .   . . .

Mi versión de Jazz rejuvenecida.

He vuelto después de mas de un mes sin publicar nada aquí.

Quise dibujar a Jasmine, porque no podía parar de pensar en lo deprimente que podría ser para ella, el volver a ser una niña. Solo piénsenlo. 

Me lo imagino como un crossover DP X DC Batman. 

Ella estaba realmente emocionada por cumplir los 18. finalmente sacaría a Danny de la casa de sus padres, haría a la universidad de ciudad Gótica y conseguiría un trabajo. Pero de un momento a otro perdería toda su independencia, debido a que un raro experimento de sus padres le exploto en la cara.

También pensé, -Dios mío, ella seria una niña realmente aterradora- solo imagínenlo. Jazz tiene 8 años y  es capas de hablar como un adulto, tiene las mejores calificaciones de la escuela, podría ser considerada una genio, pero también tiene el mal habito de psicoanalizar a la gente.

También me gustaría agregar a Dan y a Elle en esta ecuación

[adrienneleclerc]

just read The Happy Throuple and I love it so much, i would love to see more of them whenever you have time, like maybe the internet's reactions and / or the drivers. meeting the parents, baby showers, the bay being born, etc. I just think it's a great fic with lots of potential.

YES!!!!!!! I’m thinking the internet’s reaction is the first half and then the drivers’ reaction, meeting the parents, baby shower/gender reveal, and the baby’s birth will be separate, all of them will be in my Masterlist in the same bullet as “The Happy Throuple”

Nobody Everybody Knows

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: posting their relationship for everyone to see means that now everyone gets to comment about something they know nothing about

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: Y/N faceclaim will ALWAYS be Becky G for social media posts just because I love her. There will be MULTIPLE “chapters” of the happy throuple’s story. For all intents and purposes, all the drivers who live in Monaco hang out outside the paddock except for “adults” like hulkenberg and Bottas. I also changed how Y/N and Alexandra know each other so they met at a party when Alexandra was 19 and Y/N was 18, okay? Okay

Since Charles posted on Instagram that he has another girlfriend and that he’s expecting a child, everyone has opinions. What’s great about Charles is that he disabled the comments, but that doesn’t stop other accounts from talking about their relationship.

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc reveals that he was been in a polyamorous relationship with Alexandra Saint Mleux and her best friend, Y/N L/N. Not only that, but Y/N is carrying his child. How do you feel about the news?

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charlosfan Charles got tired of white girls and started dating Latinas 😂. Alexandra is half Mexican and Y/N is _____, he really does have a type. Y/N seems sweet though

user92 Y/N baby trapped him for sure, like what does she even do?

queenalex Charles and Alex seem so happy with Y/N,

user19 Y/N is only with them for money

xoxolando doesn’t anyone find it weird that Y/N started dating them AFTER Charles and Alex got together? Like “oh he’s dating my best friend, I want to date him too”

user23 yes!! What is up with that?

heartf1 Y/N seems super messy imo

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f1wags Y/N M/N L/N was born in 2002, making her younger than Alexandra. Y/N is actually a singer signed with RCA Records

user59 say what you want about Y/N but that outfit ATE

kikafan25 she must not be a successful singer because I have never heard any of her songs.

user54 you’ve heard her songs. All those dilf edits to “a mi me gustan mayores”, that’s Y/N’s song

y/nbae she is so pretty! I love her music and now she’s going to be a mom, I’m happy for her

2 days after Charles posted, Y/N was washing dishes when she received a phone call from her mom.

“Hola mami, qué pasó?” Y/N asked.

“Como que ‘que pasó’, tu papá y yo nos enteramos por Despierta America que estás de novia con el piloto ese de fórmula uno y la otra niña, y encima de eso, estás embarazada. La relación va en serio? Sabes que ese muchacho cambia de novia cada 3 años, por dios. Y el bebé? Sigues siendo muy niña para criar a un bebé, por qué no usaste protección? No te eduqué para que salieras embarazada antes del matrimonio. Ni siquiera conozco esos dos, y te va a pedir matrimonio el Chuck ese?” Her mom lectured her. What do you mean ‘what happened’, your dad and I found out on Wake Up America that you are dating that F1 driver and the other girl, and on top of that, you’re pregnant. Is this relationship serious? You know that boy gets a new girlfriend every three year, for god’s sake. And the baby? You are too young to raise a baby, why didn’t you use production? I did not raise you to get pregnant before marriage. I don’t even know those two and is this Chuck guy going to propose?

“Mami, no quería que esto pasara, tuvimos cuidado, te lo juro.” Y/N said. “Estas cosas pasan, lo siento mucho, de verdad.” I didn’t want this to happen, we were careful, I swear. These things just happen, I’m sorry, really

“Bueno, está bien, pero habla con tu papá que él está más enojado que yo, te hablo luego, bye,” Y/N’s mom hung up, Y/N sighed and continued to wash dishes until she felt someone hug her from behind, placing a kiss on her shoulder. Okay, it’s fine, but talk to your dad, he’s angrier than I am, I’ll talk to you later

“Mi reina, of you keep doing that, I’m not going to finish the dishes,” Y/N said. Alexandra turned her around and kissed her lips.

“Then rest, ma papillon, you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be doing dishes.” Alexandra said, leading her to the couch.

“Have you seen Instagram lately? Everyone’s been talking about me.” Y/N said,

“Yeah, everyone was talking about me too when I first dated Charles. It comes with the territory I guess. We should go shopping!” Alexandra said.

“For what? We won’t know the baby’s gender until it’s 4 or 5 months old. Wait, google it to make sure.” Y/N said. Alexandra pulled out her phone,

“It says 18 to 22 weeks.” Alexandra said.

“Eh, I was close. So what are we going to shop for?” Y/N asked.

“For you! Now that people know we are dating, you get to come with us to events! So we need fancy maternity clothes, cocktail dresses, shoes, purses, this is going to be perfect.” Alexandra said,

On the other hand, Charles was getting calls from other drivers left and right so he decided to have Max, Lando, George, Lewis, Daniel and Alex over at his apartment.

“I ordered pizza, there are drinks in the fridge, I will answer all the questions you have about my relationship.” Charles states, putting Leo on the ground so he could roam around

“So Y/N and Alexandra are together?” Lando asked.

Yes.” Charles answered.

“But you are also together with them?” Lando followed up,

“Yes, that is how a polyamorous relationship works, mate.” Charles said.

“How did you decide to have Y/N join?” Max asked.

“Alexandra and I were dating for a while, sometimes Alexandra would invite Y/N if we were shopping or going out to eat. Sometimes I would be left alone with Y/N and we would hit it off so well, I felt the same thing for her as I felt for Alexandra. One night Alexandra told me the reason why she kept inviting Y/N was because she had a crush on her and I confessed the same to Alexandra. So one day all three of us went to the movies, we told Y/N our feelings, Y/N took time to think about it, and when she said she had feelings for us too, we started taking it slow.” Charles said.

“So the relationship is all about love and not wanting to spice up the relationship?” Daniel asked.

“Nope, all love.” Charles answered.

“Do you even know Y/N’s parents?” Alex asked.

“I do not, they love back in New York.” Charles said.

“Do you think you’re going to marry Y/N and Alexandra and have a polyamorous marriage?” George asked,

“I would like to in the future, I love both of them so much, I have never felt so strongly about anyone.” Charles said.

“For ultrasound appointments, will both of you go with her?” Lewis asked.

“Yes, both of us will go with Y/N, it is more likely that Alexandra goes if the appointment falls on a Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday during race week.” Charles answered.

“So if Alexandra is doing something, and it’s only you and Y/N, that’s okay?” Lando asked.

“Yes, it’s okay if I’m just with Y/N. It’s okay if I’m just with Alexandra, and it’s okay if it’s just Alexandra and Y/N, it’s alright. Since Alexandra is still studying art history, Y/N is a singer, she is able to with me a lot more and now she Can because our relationship is public.” Charles said.

“Until she hits the 3rd trimester.” Max stated.

“Anyway, our relationship is healthy, we love each other very much.” Charles said, the doorbell rang. “Must be the pizza.”

Charles was glad that his colleagues understood his relationship and didn’t make any crude remarks. He would have to talk to Pierre whenever he goes to Maranello. For the most part, the internet’s reaction was more positive than negative and that makes Charles more than happy.

The End

Hope y’all liked this installment, I am also working on more installments of Meet and Greet if you wanted more of Charles, Y/N, and Vidia

[howlingday]

Prometidos!AU

El padre de jaune en su adolescencia tuvo problemas con el alcohol y las fiestas al estilo hangover, entré sus travesuras termino teniendo una competencia de bebidas con un tipo fornido pelirrojo y fiestero alocado como el, en la cual dijo que si el ganaba su primer hijo varón y su "futura hija" (en sus propias palabras) se casarían, desafortunadamente el pelirrojo tenía más resistencia que el por lo cual éste mismo perdió. En su momento no le dio importancia y con el tiempo lo fue olvidando reprimiendo sus recuerdos de una época que lo avergonzaba, pero todo cambia cuándo jaune su único hijo varón termina llamándolo respeto a un supuesto matrimonio arreglado, y lo siguiente que ve es una niña de la edad de su hijo más baja y pelirroja conviviendo con sus demás hijas. A juniper no le va a gustar esto

Éste es una de ésas ideas de matrimonio arreglado pero con un giro, en este caso nora se entera de un matrimonio que su padre le organizo ya sea por un abogado que la estuvo buscando o por otros medios, en la cual busca y va directo a jaune como su prometida, en la cual éste último al principio creé que es una broma pero las cosas van escalando hasta que se da cuenta que es verdad, al principio no se lo toma bien y está dispuesto a hacer todo lo posible para acabar con esto pero se da cuenta de que nora también no está del todo comoda con esto y que era mas un tipo de esperanza para estar en una familia, jaune al comprender esto la presenta con su familia y sus hermanas para que la hagan sentir a gustó, aún quiere acabar con el matrimonio pero éso no quiere decir que la deje a su suerte y que no puede tener otro integrante en su familia, talvez con el tiempo las cosas cambien y sean algo más pero por el momento le dará justo lo que quiere

Quería hacer algo más con la idea de los matrimonios que simplemente dos personajes de pronto tengan que unirse por sus padres y nadie hace nada, además que puedo decir tengo debilidad por nora's arc

Promised!AU Jaune's father, in his adolescence, had problems with alcohol and hangover-style parties. Among his antics, he ended up having a drinking competition with a burly red-haired guy and a crazy party animal like him, in which he said that if he won, his first son and his "future daughter" (in his own words) would get married. Unfortunately, the redhead had more resistance than him, which is why he himself lost. At the time, he did not give it importance and over time forgot it, repressing his memories of a time that embarrassed him. But everything changes when Jaune, his only son, ends up calling him respect for a supposed arranged marriage, and the next thing he sees is a girl, about her son's age, shorter and with red hair, living with his other daughters. Juniper is not going to like this. This is one of those arranged marriage ideas but with a twist, in this case, Nora finds out about a marriage that her father arranged for her either through a lawyer who was looking for her or by other means, in which she searches and goes directly to Jaune as his fiancée, in which the latter at first thought it was a joke but things escalated until he realized it was true, at first he didn't take it well and was willing to do everything possible to end this But he realizes that Nora is also not entirely comfortable with this and that it was more of a type of hope to be in a family, Jaune, upon understanding this, presents her with his family and his sisters so that they can make her feel comfortable, even He wants to end the marriage but that doesn't mean he leaves her to her own devices and that she can't have another member in her family. Maybe over time things will change and become something more but for the moment it will give her just what she wants. I wanted to do something more with the idea of ​​marriages that simply two characters suddenly have to join together because of their parents and no one does anything, besides what can I say I have a weakness for Nora's arc

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Kind of reminds me of my old Nora the Arc AU that won't go any further than it already has. Ah, well...

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"I never had anything like this..."

"A roommate?" Jaune asked his future... Well, Dad says bride, but he didn't feel comfortable thinking about her that way.

"A bed for myself."

"...But this is my bed."

Nora blinked. "Well, it's my bed, too!" She then walked over and tapped his nose. "But you can share it with me if you want~!"

Her mood certainly improved. Jaune heaved a sigh and climbed under the blanket. Nora lifted herself over the side and fell through the covers. Jaune looked to the sudden crater in his bed.

"Nora?"

"Hmmph!" A muffled shout called. "Mmph!"

"Hang on!" Jaune looked between the hallway and Nora, choosing between helping his new friend or calling for someone else to help. Steeling himself, he shoved his hand into the crater of cloth, his hand slapping something hard and getting a sharp pain in response. "OUCH! Hey! No biting!"

Jaune pulled her up and she clung to him. He thought about pushing her off, but he already knew how much stronger she was, even while she was still asleep. So, he pulled the covers over himself and Nora and fell asleep with her clinging onto him.

"Aw... Aren't the little lovebirds cute?"

"Nicholas!" Hushed his wife. "Just because you made a stupid choice when you were younger doesn't mean you get to make Jaune and Nora pay for your mistake!"

"I know, I know." He waved his hands defensively. "Still, just seeing Jaune keeping Nora safe like that... Kinda makes them seem perfect for each other."

"You mean aside from the bite mark on his hand?"

"Oh, and like you've never bit me before?"

[torbellino1]

𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖆 𝖒𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖊

Paseando de noche, granizo que golpea contra el cristal del coche, no puedo evitar pensar en que yo choque, extrañando de nuevo nuestro roce, disculpa el deseo, pasa que dan más de las doce y no se, culpa del reproche de que algún tonto fantoche te seduzca esta misma noche y desabroche el mismo broche que yo te quitaba con deseo en cada medianoche, el hormigueo de mis manos y la dilatación de mis pupilas me dicen que volví a caer en el derroche, paseando de noche, granizo que golpea contra el cristal del coche, no puedo evitar pensar en que yo choque

-Disculpe, ¿Dónde es la salida del lugar este? Lo que pasa es que debo terminar una carta disfrutando de mi derroche- -Para este lugar no hay salida, por más que llores, cantes o reces, tu alma me entregaste, mala vida, buena noche, me presentó, soy la muerte y vengo por tu espíritu que no aprovechaste- -Eso explica el color de tu rostro blanco como la leche y el vacío de tus ojos negros oscuros como el color del torbellino que me arrasó anoche pero, no estás de suerte, mi alma en vida regalé y mi corazón en bebida y drogas maté, por y para una niña de ojos verdes que nunca valoré- -Vivir tantos años en el purgatorio me olvida la estupidez de los seres que en este mundo viven, y tu humano eres el más incoherente creyente por haber confiado en que el demonio de esa mujer pudo amarte, ven, siéntate, te contaré mil relatos que pueden interesarte y tal vez después con suerte puedas irte pues, en tus ojos veo pasiones, desgracias y tantos desastres, perfecto para ser por siempre mi sirviente, muerto viviente-

Caminas en círculos, detrás de los estímulos que te da saber de mi vida sin escrúpulos, alimentado tu ego como crecientes cúpulos, confundiendo cada uno de mis lóbulos, de interrogatorios, desorden de cúmulos, dejando mi cráneo sin sus rulos, venenosos tus principios, ahora vuelves a mi vida llena de conflictos pero, vacía de tus sentimientos, usando los recursos de recordarme el dolor que cargo sobre los hombros, encuentras la felicidad dándome estos efectos, sobre mi cuerpo aún imperfecto sabiendo que por tus ojos aún tengo afectos

Mujer de ojos verdes

Ya no me lo cuentes, ya no seré más ese creyente que sin saber lo que pasaba por tu mente, me llevabas en contra corriente con todas esas palabras sin sentimiento y tus caderas de muerte, nunca me quisiste, para ti fui el chiste que te dio la razón de vivir para controlarme como un títere, vida y muerte, sol y luna, luz y mis ojos que oscurecen, me lo dijeron aquellos huesos, que mis sentimientos sepulte y en ti nunca piense con filosofía y razón de que mi alma perdiste, me iré como me encontraste, en un camino perdido esperando para volver a encontrarme con la muerte