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sccpmccabe · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lecsainz · 1 year

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i meant brazillian!female!f1 driver my bad, can you do headcanons about her and Vini Jr dating and how their relationship would be like? like her going to his matches and him going to grand prix’s!

DATING WITH VINI JR.

parings: vini jr. x brazilian!f1driver!reader

authors note: I'm seriously considering starting to write this about other players or perhaps Formula 1 drivers... what do you think?

summary: the one where you're Vinicius Jr.'s girlfriend.

✩. . . masterlist !

You often wear Vinicius Junior's football jersey as pajamas, and it's practically a nightly ritual. He finds it adorable, especially when you're drowning in his oversized jersey, but he never asks for it back. Sometimes you steal Vini's football jerseys, and he secretly loves it when you do. You love the scent of his cologne lingering on his clothes, and he finds it adorable how you look in oversized jerseys.

Vinicius is your biggest fan. He attends your Grand Prix races, often wearing a custom-made team shirt with your name and number.

During your races, he's a bundle of nerves, and he can't sit still. He claps, cheers, and sometimes even shouts advice at the TV, as if you can hear him.

Whenever you're involved in an accident during a race, Vinicius's heart nearly stops. He sends you a flurry of text messages, desperately seeking to know if you're okay.

He can't focus on anything else until he gets your reassuring message back.

You have your game day rituals, like wearing matching accessories or texting each other encouraging messages before important matches or races.

You've both taken the time to learn about each other's sports, so you can fully understand and appreciate what the other does.

Whenever your busy F1 schedule allows, you make it a point to attend Vinicius's football matches. You cheer passionately from the stands, waving a banner with his name and number.

Vinicius never forgets to dedicate his goals to you. His eyes always seek you out in the crowd, and he blows a kiss in your direction before running to celebrate with his teammates. Or he points to the sky and blows a kiss, a silent message that he's thinking of you even on the football field.

After his matches, win or lose, Vinicius rushes up to the stands to find you. He doesn't care if the entire stadium watches; he wraps you in his arms and kisses you passionately, making every victory even sweeter.

Late at night, when you're cuddled up in bed, you discuss your dreams of having a family together. You talk about the possibility of your future children being torn between the love of football and F1.

You have playful debates about which sport your future children should follow. Vinicius insists on football, while you argue for F1. The discussions often turn into laughter as you imagine your kids trying both sports.

Like any couple, you have your disagreements, especially when it comes to sports preferences. But every argument ends with a passionate kiss and a reminder of how much you love each other.

Your busy schedules leave little time for intimacy, so you've become experts in having quick, passionate encounters that leave you both breathless but satisfied.

Vinicius can't resist admiring you when you wear his football team's shirt with his name and number. He's almost rendered speechless by how adorable and sexy you look in it.

You introduce Vinicius to the world of TikTok and insist on teaching him Brazilian dance moves. He's not the most coordinated dancer, but he's a good sport and does it just to see you smile. Your dance duets become quite popular, and fans adore seeing your playful side.

Cooking together is a favorite pastime. You both experiment with Brazilian and international dishes, creating your own fusion cuisine. There's often a playful food fight involved, leaving your kitchen a delightful mess

When you're away for races or his football matches take him abroad, video calls become your lifeline. You chat, tease each other, and sometimes even fall asleep with the video call still on.

You make it your mission to make Vinicius a swiftie. You play her songs during long drives, and he eventually starts singing along. He may not get all the lyrics right, but the effort he puts into singing them just for you warms your heart. And you introduce Vini to the world of Taylor Swift, explaining every detail about the "Reputation" era and the folklore love triangle. He's genuinely interested and enjoys discussing the music with you, even if he can't keep up with all the drama.

You teach him Italian - since you race for Ferrari -, and he helps you with Spanish. Your language exchange sessions often dissolve into laughter as you attempt to mimic each other's accents.

Some of your most profound and heartfelt conversations happen late at night when it's just the two of you, cuddled up in bed, sharing your dreams and fears.

When your schedules align, you love going on impromptu adventures, whether it's exploring new cities, hiking, or simply enjoying a quiet picnic in a scenic park.

You alternate planning date nights, and sometimes it's a fancy dinner, while other times, it's a cozy movie night at home with popcorn and cuddles.

Vinicius is not just your boyfriend but your personal cheerleader, always there to celebrate your victories and provide a shoulder to lean on during tough times.

Sometimes, Vinicius surprises you by showing up at your races, making your day even more special with his unexpected presence.

Vinicius often surprises you with small tokens of affection, like your favorite chocolates or a heartfelt note, to remind you that you're always on his mind.

Despite the challenges your careers bring, you both envision a future filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. You're committed to making it work, no matter what.

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freshfraise · 2 years

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IN THE SPOTLIGHT

pairing: neymar x reader

summary: Neymar and Y/N’s relationship, typically remain between the two counterparts. Y/N and Neymar. Amidst all the rumours, they take to Instagram to hint at their status, hoping to drive people away from them, not realising that it would do the absolute opposite.

author’s note: tried something new!!! was honestly so fun making these, but my next fic should be written. short and cute, enjoy!!!

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yourinstagram ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 PÁTRIA !!!!

neymarjr 😂😂❤️

↳ user160707 the love heart 👀

user172873 is that davi and ney in the first pic?? 😭

rafaella 💖

↳ yourinstagram 💞💞

↳ Y/N_neymar_obsessed Comment from rafaella??? ITS CONFIRMED

user1718928 Y/N and Neymar>>>

neymarlover163 😍😍

richarlison Você e ney devem nos visitar em breve! (You and Ney should visit us soon!)

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PDA GALORE: NEYMAR AND Y/N SPOTTED BACK FROM THEIR TRIP TO BRAZIL

The two Brazilian prodigies, Neymar the illustrious football player and Y/N, the distinguished actress, have arrived back from their spontaneous trip to Brazil. Despite not confirming nor explicitly posting each other on their social media’s, fans (and us alike) believe the two seem to be settling into a profound romantic pairing.

View their romantic photos here.

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❤️💙 & 😴💤

user168889 they definitely don’t care about being private anymore

user146766 maybe they’re just really close friends

ney_marlover NEYMAR!!!!!

thiagosilva 💜

↳ user46567 THIAGO TELL US THE TRUTH

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work, trabalho, work

Y/N_fanpage her lifestyle >>>

user1617798 can’t WAIT to see her new series

user1010 okay… where’s neymar

↳ yourinstagram At home?

↳ user71827278 WDYM?? AT HOMEEE

↳ user78988 WHAT THE-

↳ user676775 IVE BEEN SAYING OMG

↳ Y/N_ney_lover ITS OFFICIALLLLLL

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yourinstagram Feliz aniversário para o amor da minha vida. Eu estava esperando para mostrar ao mundo como você é fofo. (Baby N 🥺). Eu sou seu para sempre. ❤️

Happy birthday to the love of my life. I’ve been waiting to show the world how cute you are. (Baby N 🥺). I’m forever yours. ❤️

neymarjr Eu te amo para sempre ❤️

↳ yourusername Te amooooo 💞💞

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lottiecents · 4 months

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Brazilian!Rhaenicent - Headcanons

- Alicent Hightower and Rhaenyra Targaryen would actually be named: Alice Torres and Rafaella Trindade.

- Them both would be from different states! in my head if we fit westeros in certain brazilian states i think oldtown/the reach would be Minas Gerais and Kings Landing/Dragonstone would be São Paulo and Rio. So Alicent would be from Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais and Rhaenyra would be from Rio!

- Alicent would study in a federal university (which are Brazil’s ivy leagues), and i can see her studying letras (english/lit) or journalism. As for Rhaenyra she would go to a private university to study economics and business, but i also can see Rhaenyra trying her best to get into Brazils aerospace engineering (ITA).

- Alicent loves to read and her favorite authors are Guimarães Rosa, Clarice Lispector and Hilda Hilst (she also loves with the bottom of her heart Machado de Assis and Lygia Fagundes Telles), and also loves books about Brazil’s (and the worlds) history and books that has that journalistic vein. Rhaenyra wouldn’t be that much into books, she would like one or another, but Alicent would make her a reader because of her recommendations (poetry is one of the genres that grows a lot inside Rhaenyra especially Carlos Drummond de Andrade and Hilda Hilst).

- they curse. a lot. it’s always a “puta que pariu”, “caralho” and “vai tomar no cu”.

- Alicent loves to use her film camera, especially when they do road trips. Rhaenyra is always buying her lots of films and a new camera to support her hobbies (she also books little trips and vacations and outdoors dates just to see alicent taking pictures).

- Both of them would LOVE mpb and bossa nova, it would be their go to songs for everything. Alicent would be a big fan of Milton Nascimento, Gal Costa, Djavan, Marisa Monte and Ana Carolina, and Rhaenyra would be a big fan of Secos e Molhados, Rita Lee, Jorge Ben and Belchior.

- Still talking about music, their biggest guilty pleasure would be funk, Rhaenyra would love the explicit lyrics and the beat but she wouldn’t know how to dance… even though alicent doesn’t like it very much she knows how to dance and knows her way when the song starts to play

- beach dates! beach dates! beach dates! (and also camping and going to visit the natural beauties that exist like waterfalls, caves and many others)

- As two good brazilians they would love football and they would be serious about it, especially in the world cup! (they saw Brazils and Germanys game in 2014 and still haunts them). Alicent would support Cruzeiro Esporte Clube from Minas Gerais, and Rhaenyra would support Vasco da Gama from Rio de Janeiro.

- Rhaenyra would be very into football. like super into it. in an annoying level. she would even play back in high school and at college, later she would play for fun or at the beach.

- Alicent wouldn’t do sports until she was in high school, she did ballet but in her first year of hs she rebelled and tried out to the volleyball team (she is actually very good and very competitive).

- Alicent is a big fan of soap operas, and rhaenyra teases her because of it (she watches with her and is even more interested than alicent sometimes).

- them both would love the bohemian, bossa nova pubs and enjoy a good caipirinha, cold beer and delicious food (and also xeque mate!).

- they would smoke normal cigarettes but also wouldn’t pass the opportunity to smoke a paiol/palheiro (a cigarette made out of straw with tobacco).

#rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen

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futbol16 · 2 years

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La Reina's Reina ・ Alexia Putellas

The story has quite the introduction to the character so the first bit of it is not really about football yet,it is a bit of the racing career of the character , but the rest is football and football only.

Hope you enjoy

Alexia Putellas x Senna!reader

Word count: 2,8k

2012, Prema Racing

“He might’ve been challenging Senna for the win, no one’s challenging Y/N Senna for the win now! Y/N Senna is gonna be a grand prix winner in the formula 2 Brazilian Grand Prix, the first woman to ever win a grand prix in formula 2!”

The announcers roared as the crowd went wild and you excitedly waved at them as you drove by. Getting out of your car you immediately jump on your team who celebrate with you before you make your way up to the podium.

Thanking the official who hands you your trophy you raise it above your head with a joyful shout as the two players next to you soak you in champagne. Laughing at them you quickly place your trophy down and open your own champagne aiming at the two boys next to you.

That trophy was still one of your most treasured trophies, your first f2 win at only 16.

2016, Red Bull Racing

“This has been one of the most impressive things I’ve ever seen in almost 20 years in formula one, a red bull with Senna DNA coursing through its veins driven by a 20 year old hot shoe, a woman that makes you fall in love with formula one all over again, is about to take her first world champion victory and becomes the first woman with such victory, making the brazilian uncle, Ayrton Senna, prouder than ever! AND Y/N SENNA WINS THE ABU DHABI GRAND PRIX AND BECOMES THE 2016 FORMULA ONE WORLD CHAMPION!”

You screamed into the radio as you realized you’d just won the 2016 world championship.

“YES Y/N YESS” you heard from the other end of the radio. Shouting a few words while driving your car back, you parked it before jumping out of it and climbing on top of it.

Standing on top you did your iconic celebration, which admittedly was your uncle’s.

Taking your helmet off you raised it into the air while turning around to present it to the crowd that was cheering loudly.

Stood proudly on the P1 place of the podium, you had your trophies lined up against you as you waved the Brazilian flag.

Smiling down at your teammate you tapped your palm over your heart before pointing towards Carlos Sainz who grinned back at you before repeating your actions.

Your helmet from that day was a sacred item in your collection of racing and karting items.

2017, Red Bull Racing

Now this was the season where you had your first serious crash, also your only crash in your formula 1 career.

You were on your way to winning the Turkish Grand Prix when the driver behind you - who later turned out to be your teammate - bumped his front tire with your rear tire sending you spinning.

Your car took off at a dangerous speed towards the wall before it crashed into it and for a second the whole of the f1 community went silent. The smell of smoke was the first thing you noticed as you came out of your momentary blackout. You struggled to get the steering wheel off and you climbed out in a haste as the car lit on fire. Coughing, you spotted a familiar silhouette and stumbled towards them.

Carlos, who had pulled off the racing track, held you as some of the crew tried to put out the fire and the two of you were directed towards the ambulance that stood a few meters away.

You hadn’t gotten a serious injury that race and you swore it was thanks to Carlos, something that the f1 fan base heavily agreed on.

It was at the end of your 2018 season that you felt like you needed to choose a different path. It wasn’t easy and it took much encouragement from the people around you, especially Carlos, to have you follow your heart.

As you stood in front of the press you couldn’t help but feel nervous. That is until Carlos placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and nodded at you. Clearing your throat you began your speech.

“I have decided to retire from my formula 1 career. It has been a wonderful experience and I couldn’t thank my team enough for helping me throughout the years. I am here today to announce my retirement from this sport to hopefully reach my success in another one.”

Immediately you were bombarded with questions, confusion apparent on the journalists faces as they raised their hands.

“Why are you retiring after such successful seasons at f1?”

“What sport are you pursuing?”

“Are you going to be on the senior team of Barcelona?”

“Don’t you think you’re bringing shame on your name by quitting racing?”

That was the question that did it for you. Irritation was clear on Carlos’ face as he was about to intervene, but you moved the microphone away from him before he could.

“I don’t think I am bringing shame to my name by choosing to follow my heart. Before my heart was with racing, just like my uncle’s, but right now it’s with football and I choose that to be my main focus. I am not disappointing my family by ending my f1 career here, and they’re certainly not disappointed in me for moving on with Europe’s best football club.

I thank my family, my teammates and my team for everything we have achieved in the past years. Forca Red Bull, Forca Barca!”

You finished with a raise of your arm, pleased with the applause you got instead of seeing upset faces.

Throughout your childhood you had kept up with both karting and football, though you eventually had to choose one as you couldn’t possibly divide your time and energy between the two forever. You had taken a break from football for a year after your 22nd birthday and you never thought you’d miss it this much. Which is exactly why now, at 23 you have decided to reenter the world of football and would be forever grateful to Barca for taking you back.

2022, Barca Femení

Playing for Barca in the past 3 years is the happiest you’ve been, achieving things you’ve only ever dreamed of with a team you called your family.

You still kept in touch with Carlos though, something that the fans knew about and loved to start rumors over.

You had made yourself a big name in the city of Barcelona by having posters hung of not only Alexia, your captain, but your face as well. Barcelona loved you and saw you as one of their own even with you not being Spanish.

The team was buzzing after a successful ElClásico game as they got on the team bus. A few of you hung back a bit as you took your time signing things for the fans, appreciating their support.

You laughed at Mapi as she bumped her head on the railing while leaning down. Standing up she laughed with you before shoving you in the shoulder causing you to stumble into Alexia.

You were still laughing as you looked up at her. Alexia held you up by your waist as she stared at the two of you in amusement. The fans loved the interaction their favorite trio were having as many of their phones were raised to capture the moment.

Taking a seat on the bus you took out your phone as it buzzed from an incoming message. Smiling down at the device you typed out a thank you to the man on the other side of the phone before you heard the teasing of your teammates.

“Ooooo is Y/N texting her boyfriend?!” one of the girls screamed excitedly making more of the team turn to look at you. You blushed under their gaze.

“No, Carlos just congratulated me, I was just thanking him”

“Are you guys not together yet?” Looking over at Patri, your face scrunched into one of confusion.

“Why would we be together?”

“Well all of your fans are constantly saying you’re dating.”

“Yeah I always see at least one post of the two of you on my instagram. The fans ship you hard dude”

“I mean the two of you did look like you were close back in your racing days.”

Multiple members of the team voiced their agreements on the situation. Alexia shifted uncomfortably in the seat next to you as she felt jealousy rise in her chest.

“We were teammates, he was my best friend, nothing more. He has a lovely girlfriend anyways, I don’t get how people are still spreading rumors about us. Especially since I’m not even a driver anymore.” you said honestly.

“Wait, so the two of you were rumored to be together back at red bull as well?” Claudia asked.

“Yeah, of course we were. There was never a moment on the grid without a camera on and the fans loved to analyze every little detail.”

Alexia looked at you for a second. She knew about the fans’ speculations, but they also had speculations of the two of you and she hadn’t realized before how much the rumors about you and Carlos were still in the spotlight. A frown made its way onto her face and she momentarily made eye contact with Irene who immediately noticed her expression.

“All right girls, settle down, we're almost back at the hotel and we need you guys to rest before the final that’s later this week.” She silenced the team before they could question you more about your former teammate. Alexia sent her a grateful nod before turning away and staring out the window.

She didn’t dare glance at you, not even when you leaned your head against her shoulder.

You immediately took notice of the way Alexia distanced herself from you the following two days. You were utterly confused, you didn’t know if you did something to upset her and whenever you’d ask her she’d just brush you off.

Eventually you ended up asking Irene about Alexia’s wellbeing claiming that you were worried since the ElClásico final would be the next day.

But Irene never gave you an actual answer, only saying that Alexia was too focused on winning and was in her head a bit. That only made you more worried.

Having the team chemistry off in any game wasn’t ideal, but having little to no team chemistry in an ElClásico was more dangerous than anything. Alexia knew it was her fault for causing the rift in the team, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you and your possible relationship with a certain Spanish driver.

Walking off the pitch at half time, she thanked whatever God was listening for managing to keep the score 0-0 even as it was noticeable that Barca were struggling.

Before she could follow the rest of the team into the locker room she was tugged away by Frido who wore a serious expression on her face.

The blonde wasted no time in getting into it.

“Look, I know it’s hard and I know that you have feelings for Y/N, but right now it might cost us one of the most important games of the season. You either speak with her about this or keep the thoughts out of your head until after the game.”

Alexia was taken aback by how forward the blonde was being, taking her silence as offense, Frido continued.

“I’m sorry Alexia, but I know you want to win this, just like you want to win everything.”

“No, no, you’re right lo siento, I don’t know what’s going on with me. But we’re going to win this.” She nodded back confidently at the woman in front of her.

Getting back onto the pitch for the second half, you took it upon yourself to walk to Alexia. Reaching your hand out to her you watched as she stared at it for a moment before taking a hold of it and the two of you did your usual handshake.

“LET’S DO THIS!” she shouted to not only you, but the rest of your team who either clapped their hands together or let out a shout as well. Smirking at the brunette in front of you, you nodded before getting into position.

Barca’s playing changed drastically in the second half and the opposing team barely had time to register what was happening before they were down 2-0. Adrenaline was high in all of the Barca girls as a well placed ball from Aitana had you scoring your second goal of the game and bringing the team to a 3-0.

It was the last 2 minutes of the game, the score 4-1 when you were tackled hard, but the game wasn’t stopped. Alexia was fuming from her spot and she ran after the defender, ready to take the ball back. Getting up from the ground you ran towards where your team had formed a defensive line. You watched as Alexia skillfully pulled the ball from in between the Real Madrid player’s feet. Running a few meters to get clear space, she looked up at the shout of her name. Sending a powerful shot in your way the Barcelona fans sat at the edge of their seats as you drove down the field.

Passing by 3 players and faking a run to the left before running past another on the right, you stood in front of the goalkeeper. Noticing her come off her line you made the effort of getting closer to her before pulling your right leg back and sending the ball through her legs and soaring into the back of the net.

The crowd stood as they cheered, the end game whistle being blown right after.

Your team ran towards you from the other half of the field and you stood in front of the barca fans as you pulled off your jersey. Holding it up so it was turned towards them, you bowed your head as a sense of pride filled you.

Gripping the jersey with Senna and the number 9 printed onto it, a number you’ve kept since your racing days, you let a few tears slip as your team reached you and piled on top of you.

Celebrations were crazy later that night, most of the girls hungover and dancing on the dance floor. Drinking a bit of your drink you raised an eyebrow at the outstretched hand that was in front of you. Looking up at the person who it belonged to, you smiled at Alexia teasingly.

She didn’t back down this time though.

“Dance with me?” Placing your hand in hers you were pulled out of your seat, a laugh leaving your mouth as your best friend dragged you to the middle of the dance floor.

Dancing till you couldn’t feel your feet was the highlight of your night after the win of course. As a slower song came up, which Alexia was sure was one of the girls’ doings, you placed your arms around the taller girl's neck and gently smiled up at her.

Alexia could have melted at the sight as she circled her own arms around your waist. Swaying to the music you decided this was the most ideal moment to ask what had been bothering you.

“What happened two days ago?”

‘What?”

“What happened? Did I upset you? I don’t know what I did, but you were upset and acted like I didn’t exist and it hurt Ale.” You admitted and suddenly Alexia felt more guilty than she ever has, she never meant to hurt you, to make you feel like she didn’t care. Sighing, she decided she needed to be honest with you.

“I was jealous, I got jealous.” your eyebrows furrowed at that, what could she be jealous of? As if reading your mind Alexia specified her words. “I was jealous of…Sainz. At what the fans were saying.”

Taking a second to take in her words, realization dawned on you and you smiled a bit.

“I’m only interested in one Spaniard and I’ve only ever been interested in one.”

“...What? Are you? You’re not joking right now, right?...Because if you are it’s really not-”

Cutting off Alexia by cupping her face, you smiled at her reassuringly. “No Ale, I’m in love with you, not with Carlos.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but a big grin soon overtook her features. Bringing you closer so your bodies were flush, she felt your lips brush over hers. Her breath hitched at the actions, watching as you wet your lips with your tongue. You waited for her to make the move. And she did. Leaning down a bit she captured your lips in a sweet kiss, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your soft lips finally on hers. Hearing the cheers of your teammates had you smiling into the kiss before pulling away and leaning your foreheads against each other.

Alexia smiled bigger as a few of the younger girls were heard over the cheers “La reina finally has her own reina!”

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #alexia putellas imagine #futbol16

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Hiiii, I love your writing, it's so cuteee.

Would you mind writing something with Erling where reader is one of the other Mancity players' sister or a rival team player's sister please??

With potential fights between this bunch of idiotic dudes 🫣

Whether you want to make it smutty or not, as you wish <3

Venha Aqui (Come Here)

Erling Haaland X Female Reader

Richarlison X Sister Reader

Summary: Your Richarlison sister and you came to England to study. you fall in love with Erling, and your brother isn't too happy about it.

If this is bad, I'm sorry 🙈 I think I over thought it too much, lol

Ok, I love Richarlison, but I feel like he's in a team that doesn't appreciate what he can as a player. So I hope he leaves Tottenham and finds clubs that give him time.

Ok, so like I loved this request. I'm Brazilian, so I chose one of my favorite players, Richalison. Also, because I don't know what race people who are reading this are and Brazil is such a diverse country with so many different mixes/races of people, I thought this would be the best option but you can imagineyourselfbeing the half sister. For example, my siblings and I are mixed with black, white, and native but we all came out looking different. My brother and I both looks black, and my sister came out fully white with green eyes. She doesn't even look like she has a touch of black in her. I just wanted everyone to feel included. So anyways, there is my little history lesson, lol

Yes, it's been a few weeks since Y/N arrived in England and she's settled in quite nicely. She's loving all her classes, soaking up new knowledge and enjoying the experience of learning in a different country. And, to top it all off, she's made some new friends who have welcomed her with open arms.

But the best part? Y/N gets to live with her older brother, who she missed terribly. It's been a while since they've been able to spend time together, and now they're able to catch up on lost time. It's a relief to have him nearby, especially in a foreign country where everything is still unfamiliar.

But, as with anything in life, there are downsides. Y/N's brother can be overprotective at times, particularly when it comes to boys. It's a little frustrating, but deep down she knows that he only has her best interests at heart. After all, he's always been there for her, even when they were kids. He's always looked out for her and taken care of her, so it's no surprise that he's still doing it now.

Despite the occasional annoyances, Y/N wouldn't have it any other way. She knows that she's lucky to have a brother who cares so much about her, and she's grateful for his support. Living with him has made her feel safer, happier, and more at home.

Today was the day that Y/N had been eagerly anticipating for weeks. She was finally going to watch her beloved brother, Richarlison, play in a football match against Manchester City. The excitement coursing through her veins was palpable, as she was looking forward to witnessing firsthand the immense talent that her brother possessed.

This was the first time that Y/N would be watching her brother play in England, and she was beyond excited to see him in action. She had heard so much about the electric atmosphere of English football matches, and she couldn't wait to experience it for herself.

Not only would Y/N be able to watch Richarlison play, but she was also excited to meet his team members. The thought of spending time with her brother and his colleagues was thrilling, and she couldn't wait to get to know them all better.

Above all, Y/N was excited to spend a fun-filled night partying it up with her favorite person in the world - her brother. Richarlison had promised her that he would win this match and take her out to enjoy the city after the game. The thought of having an amazing time exploring the city with her brother made her heart race with excitement.

Y/N took her seat, her heart racing, as she eagerly waited for the game to start. As the players began to come out onto the field, she couldn't help but be transfixed by the towering figure of one particular player. It was Erling Haaland, and he stood head and shoulders above everyone else on the field, even towering over her own brother, Richarlison, who was no small man at 6'0.

Although she had heard people talking about Haaland's skills on the field, Y/N had never really paid much attention. She was a loyal fan of her brother, and in her eyes, he was the best footballer out there. But as she watched Haaland move across the field, there was no denying the incredible athleticism and power he possessed.

And it wasn't just his skills on the field that caught Y/N's attention. There was something undeniably attractive about the Norwegian footballer that she just couldn't take her eyes off of. It was as if he had a magnetism about him, drawing her in and captivating her with every move he made.

Despite her loyalty to her brother, Y/N found herself unable to look away from Haaland. She was mesmerized by his talent, his power, and his undeniable allure. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be in the presence of such a force, to feel his energy and his strength up close.

Y/N knew that she would always be a fan of Richarlison, but in that moment, she couldn't deny the power of Haaland's presence. He had captured her attention and held it tightly, leaving her breathless with admiration.

As the game developed, the tension on the field was palpable. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she watched the players battle it out, each team fighting fiercely for victory. And then, like a burst of lightning on a stormy night, Richarlison soared through the air and scored a beautiful header goal, giving Tottenham their second goal of the night. The stadium erupted in cheers, the crowd on its feet, as they celebrated his skill and talent.

But Tottenham's celebration was short-lived. As if from out of nowhere, Haaland came charging onto the field, a force to be reckoned with. He scored his second goal of the night for Manchester City, tying up the game and leaving Tottenham reeling from the blow.

Y/N's heart sank as she watched Manchester City's players celebrate, their joy and energy a stark contrast to the disappointment and frustration that permeated the Tottenham team. But just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Richarlison rose to the challenge once again.

With the clock ticking down, and the first half drawing to a close, Richarlison seized the moment and scored another goal, giving Tottenham the lead once again. The stadium roared with excitement, the crowd on their feet, as they cheered on their team.

As the players headed off the field for halftime, Y/N was looking forward to what was to come in the second half.

As the second half began, Y/N braced herself for the action. She knew that Manchester City was a fierce opponent and that they were not going to go down without a fight. But what she witnessed on the field was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Within minutes of the second half starting, Manchester City had scored yet another goal. Haaland, with his incredible speed and skill, had scored yet another goal, securing a hat-trick for the night. The temperature on the field was rising, the players becoming more and more aggressive with each other.

Suddenly, it all erupted into chaos. Richarlison and Haaland became entangled with one another, their tempers flaring and their fists flying. The other players quickly joined in, yelling and screaming at each other, until the referee finally managed to restore order.

Despite the chaos and the aggression, Tottenham refused to back down. With each passing minute, they fought harder and harder, their determination to win stronger than ever before. And then, finally, the moment they had been waiting for arrived.

With just a few minutes left in the game, Tottenham scored yet another goal, tying up the game once again.

But Tottenham was not content with a tie. With everything on the line, they pushed harder and harder, until finally, with just minutes left on the clock, Son scored one more goal, sealing Tottenham as the winners of today's match.

Y/N could hardly believe what she had witnessed. It had been a rollercoaster of a game, filled with drama, excitement, and raw emotion. But in the end, it was Tottenham who emerged victorious, their skill and determination shining through in every moment of the game. And as Y/N watched her brother celebrate with his teammates, she felt a rush of pride and joy, knowing that she was witnessing the birth of a legend.

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After the game, as promised, Richarlison took Y/N out to celebrate. They decided to join some of the players at a nearby club to continue the festivities. Y/N was having the time of her life, dancing and laughing with her brother and his teammates. The energy in the room was electric, with everyone still buzzing from the drama of the game.

As Y/N made her way to the bar to get another drink, she suddenly stumbled over someone's feet, her clumsy nature getting the best of her once again. Just as she was about to hit the floor, someone caught her, saving her from an embarrassing fall. As she looked up, she found herself face to face with the one and only Erling Haaland.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes. He was even more attractive up close, with his chiseled features and athletic build. She tried to compose herself, but found it difficult to speak in his presence.

Haaland, on the other hand, was surprisingly friendly and charming. He asked her if she was okay and even joked about her being clumsy, making her feel at ease.

"Here, let me buy you a drink," Erling said with a smirk, gesturing towards the bar. Y/N was momentarily taken aback, but she accepted his offer and followed him to the bar. The bartender placed their drinks in front of them, and Erling turned to Y/N.

"I'm Erling Haaland, and you are?" he asked, extending his hand.

"I know who you are. I'm Y/N," she replied, taking a sip of her drink. They continued to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company.

"You lost the game today," Y/N remarked casually, taking another sip of her drink. Erling choked on his drink, surprised by her straightforwardness.

"Wow, you're straight forward. Yeah, we lost today, but I still got three goals. I can still celebrate that, can't I?" he said, smiling. Y/N giggled and nodded, agreeing with him.

"You have a beautiful smile," Erling said. But just as their conversation was heating up, Y/N's brother appeared, and everything came to a screeching halt. His voice boomed through the club as he called out her name, causing Erling and Y/N to stop and stare.

"You two know each other?" Erling asked, confusion etched on his face.

"H-he's my brother," Y/N stammered, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. Richarlison's face was twisted in anger as he spoke again, this time in Portuguese.

"Venha aqui(come here)," he commanded, beckoning Y/N to come with him. She sighed, knowing she had to obey, and said goodbye to Erling before leaving with her overprotective brother.

As they drove home, the tension in the car grew by the minute. Y/N could sense her brother's frustration and anger radiating off of him like heat waves. "I don't want you anywhere near that guy," Richarlison growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Y/N was taken aback by her brother's sudden outburst. "What's your issue?" she asked, bewildered. "Is it because you guys got into a fight on the field?"

Richarlison's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's not just that," he said gruffly. "Haaland is trouble, Y/N. He's not good for you."

"But he seemed nice enough," Y/N protested. "And we only talked for a little while."

"That's not the point," Richarlison snapped. "I don't want you getting involved with him or any other footballers, for that matter. They're all just distractions."

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. She knew her brother meant well, but she couldn't help feeling frustrated by his overprotectiveness. "I can take care of myself, you know," she muttered.

Y/N couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew her brother was overprotective, but this was too much. "You can't control my life, Richarlison. I'm an adult, and I can make my own decisions."

"Of course, I can't control your life," he said, calming down a bit. "But I can advise you as your older brother. And I'm advising you to stay away from him."

She signs."In other words, you're actually saying yes Y/N you will obey me. Because I'm your older brother and you live with me. so my rules go, I know how you work, Richarlison, " she said, annoyed, imatating his voice.

Richarlison didn't reply, his jaw clenched tightly as he navigated the dark, winding roads that led back to their flat. Y/N knew she wouldn't be able to change his mind about Haaland, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of curiosity about the handsome footballer. Maybe she would run into him again someday, she thought wistfully.

As they arrived home, Y/N stormed off, slamming the door behind her. She knew she might be acting childish. But she didn't care. She couldn't help but still feel frustrated from the argument with her Richarlison.

As she changed into her pajamas. She couldn't believe Richarlison was being so overprotective over her, and she didn't think it was fair that he was trying to control who she talked to. As she got into bed, her phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram.

She saw that Erling Haaland had followed her. He also sent her a message asking her out on a date. Her heart skipped a beat as she read the message, feeling a mix of joy and nervousness. She quickly replied, thanking him for the offer and saying she would love to go out with him sometime.

Despite her brother's disapproval, Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Erling. She knew she would have to be careful not to upset Richarlison, but she couldn't ignore the fluttering in her stomach at the thought of going out with the talented footballer. She drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Erling Haaland swirling in her mind.

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Y/N's date with Erling Haaland had been incredible. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man - charming, funny, caring, and hardworking. He was a total gentleman and made her feel like she was the only woman in the world. As they went on more dates, Y/N started to realize that she was falling for him, and two months later, they were practically dating.

But there was a big problem - Y/N had been keeping her relationship with Erling a secret from Richarlison. She was scared of what he might do when he found out, and the thought of him finding out made her anxious.

Y/N knew that Richarlison had a strong disliking towards her dating Erling or any other footballers, and he had made it clear that he didn't want her to get involved with them. But she couldn't help the way she felt, and she didn't want to lose the person who had brought her so much happiness.

As she lay in bed that night cuddled up to Erling, she couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and anxiety. She knew she had to tell Richarlison eventually, but the thought of how he might react kept her up at night. Y/N didn't want to lose her brother's trust and respect, but she also didn't want to give up the person who made her feel so happy and fulfilled.

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Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. This was definitely not how she had wanted her brother, Richarlison, to find out. She had thought she had the house all to herself, with Richarlison supposedly at a friend's birthday party until tomorrow. It was perfect timing, as Erling was free to come over. One thing had led to another, and their evening activities had ended up in her bedroom.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," Erling grunted as he slipped his shirt off. Y/N pulled him towards her, and their lips met in a passionate embrace. Victoria tasted the sweetness of the wine he had been drinking as Erling's tongue explored her mouth. Their hands were everywhere, wandering around each other's bodies. Erling's hand found her bra strap, and as he was about to remove it, the door suddenly opened, and there stood Richarlison.

As Richarlison saw what was happening, he quickly closed the door. Y/N and Erling were startled, and the moment the door opened, Erling went straight to cover both of them. "Fuck," Y/N exclaimed, scared for what was about to happen. Outside the room, Richarlison was banging on the door, demanding them to get dressed and get out right away.

Y/N's heart was racing with fear and embarrassment as she quickly scrambled to get dressed, with Erling by her side. She opened the door. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, puzzled.

"What am I doing here? It's my home!" Richarlison yelled at her, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

Erling stepped in, straightening himself and displaying his full height. "Hey, calm down," he said to Richarlison. "You stay out of it," Richarlison responded, turning his attention back to Y/N.

"I forgot the gift for the party so I came back to get it, and I came to ask you again if you were sure you didn't want to come with me to the party. But to my surprise, you were having your own party!" Richarlison yelled at Y/N, clearly upset.

Erling pulled Y/N behind him and stepped close to Richarlison. "If we are going to have this conversation, don't yell at her," Eriling yelled back at Richarlison.

"She's my sister! We yell at each other all the time. Who are you to tell me what to do?" Richarlison responded, his voice still raised.

"I'm just saying this isn't Y/N's fault. It's yours. She would have told you we were dating, but she was too afraid of what your reaction would be," Eriling said.

"Dating! My fault! It's your fault!" Richarlison shouted, pushing Eriling.

"Yes, it's your fault," Eriling said, pushing him back.

"You want to fight? Fine!" Richarlison said, grabbing a handful of Eriling's shirt.

"Why not?" Eriling said, pushing Richarlison again.

Y/N screamed at them to stop. Both men turned to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face. "Just stop both of you! I'm sick and tired of this who-has-the-bigger-dick competition!" she shouted at them, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

Both men reacted at the same time, stepping in to comfort her. "Y/N," Richarlison said, calling her by her name. "Baby," Eriling said, using a term of endearment.

Y/N stepped back from both men, turning to face Richarlison. "Just stop, Richarlison! I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this. And I don't understand why, when I'm an adult, I can do what I want. Erling is good to me. If you love me and respect me as your sister, you will try to get to know Erling, or at least tolerate him for me," she said firmly.

She then turned to Erling and said, "Erling, I'm completely falling for you. If you truly like me, you'll do the same. You both need to put your differences aside if you love me because I am not choosing one over the other."

With that, Y/N walked away, leaving both men standing there, completely baffled by what had just happened.

Richarlison and Erling stood there in silence for a few moments, processing what had just happened. Eventually, Erling spoke up.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to cause trouble between you and your sister. I really care about her."

Richarlison let out a deep sigh. "I know, and I'm sorry too. I just... I don't want my sister to get hurt, you know?"

Erling nodded. "I understand. But you have to trust her to make her own decisions and trust that she knows what's best for her. And I can definitely assure you that I'm very serious about her this is not a game for me."

Richarlison thought for a moment. "You're right. I guess I just need to get to know you better and give you a chance. I trust my sister, and if she sees something in you, then she must be right."

Erling smiled. "I'd like that."

Richarlison gets serious again and says, "But if you hurt her, we'll be having a different conversation!"

Erling shakes his head. "I understand." He says.

They shake hands, and Y/N cames back into the room. "So, are we good?" she asked, looking at both of them.

Richarlison nodded. "Yeah, we're good. I'll try to be more understanding."

Y/N smiled. "Thank you. And Erling, are you okay?"

Erling nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to make things right between us."

Y/N smiled at him. "I know you will. I trust you." Y/N gave them both a hug.

She felt relieved that things were starting to work out. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was willing to work at it if it meant she could be with the person she loved.

As they all settled down on the couch, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two men in her life. They were both flawed, but they were also both willing to put their differences aside for her. And in that moment, that was all that mattered.

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luashinazugawa · 2 years

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My Brazilian Girl

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─̸─̟Warnings: None, just a beautiful romance💗

─̸─̟┈┄ Wow!😱 I'm so glad I wrote this, I wasn't planning on doing anything considerably big, so there will be a part 2! probably roll SMUT in the next chapter. Enjoy and I'm reading all the ideas you sent me and planning your plots, this will probably end up becoming a series.💗

Sorry if I hear mistakes, I'm not fluent but I did my best! 🇧🇷

Explaining some things you can read: Paraná is a Brazilian state, located in the south.

Bora!, it's a slang used throughout Brazil, which basically means let's go!

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It had been 2 months since you got your British citizenship, you had been in London for 2 years and arrived in the city decided to have a life outside Brazil, after all you got an exchange program to finish college in London, and you already saw yourself in an internship at a small local team in the city that was financed and supported by a few companies. As soon as your college and internship ended, you found yourself looking for a permanent job, lucky for you the coach of the football team had a contact at Tottenham, who was one of the great supporters of the team. You found yourself so grateful for that kind man, and the team of young people with a bright future ahead, all of whom would stay in your heart.

You knew that it would be difficult to get that job at Tottenham as a physiotherapist, after all you only had experience with the team of young athletes supported by them, and they would probably have more qualified people in front of you, who probably already worked in other clubs. You felt like running away from your interview that day, but luckily for you everything worked out, as the coach of the team where you trained was a good friend of your new boss in physiotherapy, whose name was George.

After that day you went through a few more conversations with some of the club's staff, to sign all the legal paperwork, and terms of employment; What has been 3 days since your interview, but lucky for you you would only work the other week, and today was already that day. You were so excited and nervous, you had little knowledge of the Tottenham players but you knew Son, Harry Cane, Emerson and Richarlison.

As soon as you arrived at your work environment, you found yourself organizing your own room to get ready for the athletes you were going to attend, and after that you changed your clothes for the uniform left to you by Tottenham in your room. Your living room was cool so you wore a black tank top and team shorts, you didn't know if you wore the full outfit so you just got the shorts and your white lab coat instead of the jacket.

You found yourself looking in the mirror for a few seconds, and then you smiled when you saw the Tottenham crest on your shorts. "I really don't know if I should wear this lab coat… what if it's too formal?" - I was soon taken out of my little conversation by the door being opened, as soon as I turned around I was face to face with 2 athletes, these being Son and Richarlison, God help me not to panic! Son had one hand around Richarlison and his arm around her neck.

"We are so sorry Doctor..." - "y/n please, what happened?" - I said worried going to them and helping Son to sit Richarlison in my chair, as soon as I sat down he touched his thigh hissing in pain.

“We were at the gym talking after training and God, we were sitting on the floor and Ivan was going to put the gym weight in the right place, but he accidentally fell and landed on Rich thigh" - He said running a hand through his hair, he was worried about Your Friend.

"We haven't found anyone else from the physical therapy team, could you take a look at him?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look." - I nodded and knelt beside Richarlison, before touching him I looked at him "I'm going to lift your shorts a little ok? And let me know if anything hurts" - He nodded and I gently pulled her shorts up As far as I could, the area was starting to swell and turn red.

With subtle touches I felt the area with both hands, and as soon as I touched it lightly he hissed in pain "Sorry...I'll finish now, Son, can you tell me how heavy the object was?" - I get up going to the drawers and taking out a refreshing spray that would relieve the local pain, and then going to the small fridge that had ice packs.

"I think it was a 4kg...it wouldn't break a bone like that right?" - The Korean said leaving close and giving me space to kneel again beside Richarlison, and so I passed the spray.

"It doesn't hurt a lot anymore when you fall, which leaves the place swollen and painful, it's like hitting your thigh accidentally... hold the ice pack now, okay? It will help to deflate.." - I held his front and he took a while to take more accepted putting on his leg.

"I'm relieved that it's nothing serious, I'll let our colleagues know, our training starts soon, but I'll pack up his everything and take him to his apartment" - he smiled at me and then touched his friend's shoulder who stared at him. "I'll be right back, okay?" - Son said slowly to Richarlison who nodded in agreement and soon left the room.

And so I took a sheet and started making a situation report. "Doctor I...play?" - Richarlison said and I looked again, I didn't understand what he said because I was distracted "Can you repeat that?" - then he did a kick with the other leg. "Play...sabe (You know?)" - He said staring at me, and I then realized, of course, Son said slowly because Richarlison wasn't so fluent in English yet.

I let out a small laugh at my mistake, and he stared at me blankly. "Oh desculpe Richarlison, não sabia que você não era tão fluente em inglês (Oh sorry Richarlison didn't know his English wasn't fully fluent)" .

He then stared at me surprised by the sudden Portuguese "Você fala português, que impressionante, você é Brasileira(You speak Portuguese, how impressive, are you Brazilian girl?)" - Richarlison let out a relieved smile.

"Sim sou Brasileira mais vivo em Londres a 2 anos, sou do Paraná, nascida em Curitiba (Yes I'm Brazilian girl but I've been in London for 2 years, I'm from Paraná, born in Curitiba)" "Que incrível... bem vinda ao Tottenham (How amazing..welcome to Tottenham Doctor)" - He extended his hand and I approached him squeezing, both with a smile on your face.

"Me chame de Lua por favor, como esta sua dor? (Call me y/n please, how is your pain? )" - I said softly touching her wrist to withdraw her hand and then ran my fingers gently over the area.

"Suportável agora.. (Bearable now..)" - He said and then we stared at each other for a few seconds "Isso é bom.. (That's good..)" - I quickly broke the look embarrassed, but kept my composure.

"Quero que venha aqui todo dia pois presciso avalia-lo ate o inchaço sumir e faremos exercícios para ajudar na recuperação, lamento dizer mais nada de treino por 3 dias e nesse período não faça muita força ou exercícios. (I want you to come here every day because I need to evaluate you until the swelling is gone and we will do exercises to help with the recovery, I'm sorry to say no more training for 3 days and in that period don't do too much strength or exercises)".

"Esta bem y/n (It's ok y/n)" - He said my name with so much good that I could swear his smile had ulterior motives.

"Bem.. prescisa de muletas por hoje certo, não quero nenhum peso sobre sua perna (Well..need crutches for today alright, don't want any weight on your leg today)" - I walked over to the corner cupboard where there were two pairs of crutches, I picked them up going to him.

"Vamos achar Son, esta de folga Richarlison (Let's find Son, he's off today Richarlison)" - He agreed and then got up with the support of his hand on the chair and then stood on one leg, when he got up he was so close to me that his chest his collided with my breasts. We both stared at each other again and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, God this room was cool but why is it so hot right now.

His gaze was so serious but at the same time so calm about me. "B-bem deixe-me..ajudar (W-well let me..help)" I said and pulled away a bit putting the crutches under each of his arms.

"Sim... e obrigada y/n (Yes..thank you y/n)" - he said softly "É..so meu trabalho (It's..just my job)" - Said silly and soon the door was opened, we both looked and saw that it was Son.

"I took his things Doctor, bora? (Let's go?)" Son said with a smile to his friend and I couldn't help but laugh hearing him say bora.

"Bora! Bye y/n vejo você amanhã (Let's go! Bye y/n see you tomorrow)" - Richarlison said with a smile to me and I waved to both boys saying goodbye.

As soon as they left I fell to my knees on the floor with my face in my hands.

"Oh God... what a hot man... "

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90smaximoff · 2 years

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Okay, so gonna request a G!P!wanda with a brazilian!reader Wands doesn't know much about reader's culture/costumes, so reader shows her the basics and reader teaches wanda a little bit of candomblé for her, reader in the middle of it says that she wants little kids running around the house wanting a big family for her to care. so our little witch does something about it. Reader has a heavy accent, so wanda goes crazy w it

These are some Portuguese pet name's:

Meu Amor (Same as Mi Amor, "My Love")- Amor (just Love);

Amorzinho (they are also 'Love' but in a more affectionate way)-

Mozão (also love, kinda similar to "amorzinho" but more intimated)-

Gato/Gata (Said when someone looks attractive or hot, first one for boys, second one for girls, but the first one can be used as gender neutral);

Gatinho/Gatinha (same as Gato, but in a more affectionate way, first for boys, second for girls)-

Querido(boys)/Querida(girls) (Same as "Dear/Darling")-

Meu Bem (similar to "My Love")-

Vida (means "Life", as if they are "your life")-

Lindo/Linda (same as "Pretty", first one for boys, second one for girls)-

Docinho (Similar to Honey)-

Paixão (means "Passion", they make you passionate)

(There is more you can add if you want, btw im brazilian so its hard to see in fanfic an reader who is from my country)

meu amor.

eu amei seu request???? eu sou brasileira também então eu adorei escrever isso! eu não sei muito sobre candomblé então pra não desrespeitar nada eu coloquei bem pouco e oque eu coloquei pesquisei no google, sinto muito e espero que você goste ;)

(I loved your request???? I'm Brazilian too, so I loved writing this! I don't know much about candomblé so for don't disrespect anything I put very little and what I put I googled, I'm sorry and I hope you like it ;)

words: 900

warnings: pure fluff but suggestive content, wanda g!p!

Since you meet Wanda Maximoff you knew she preserved her origins, her accent and habit of talking about her culture and her childhood in Sokovia was the proof of it, and so was you about yours.

Like Wanda, you’ve always loved to share your stories about your past life in Brazil, raised by your family with the amazing culture of the country, you couldn’t ask for better childhood memories.

That was something you both liked to share, actually, Wanda loved to hear about how you grown up in a big house close to the beach, how you watched your cousins play football together every weekend and how you missed those days, how you missed Brazil.

You even told her about your religion, something she really get interested in, she could see that was something you were really passionate about, telling her about your rituals and how your whole family participated too.

She also loved your accent, that was something she made sure to let you know since the day you’ve meet, she loved to hear you talk and when you have to repeat for her understand completely, so does she when you ask.

Even though you were not from the same country, you both identified to each other for being foreigns, learning a new language and having to deal with racist people everyday.

But, with all the difficulties, you find care in each other’s arms, love, as they say, being sharing stories about your life, cooking traditional food from your country for each other, smiling about how cute your accent is or simply falling in love.

For Wanda, that was the best part of it, since she became an avenger, meeting you was definitely the best part of her life, one thing that she made sure to tell you when you two started dating. She alsos makes sure you know how much she loved hearing you call her pet names in your mother language.

Her favorite would be “meu amor” that reminds her of the sitcoms she watches with you, that have a special place in her heart, and you loved it when she called you “detka” that means baby in her language.

Wanda knew she loved sharing it with you, but she wanted more, since she was a kid, she always wanted a family, with two kids, twins, like her and Pietro, and a big house, with ceiling and a backyard for the kids to play. She dreamed about coming home from work everyday and watch as her kids come to hug her, having a loving wife at home waiting to give her a kiss and tell her that they missed her.

Since you two started dating, you toke the role of the wife and Wanda couldn’t wait to tell you that. To tell you that she wants it all with you. She just didn’t expect that you would say it first.

You guys were cuddling at the couch, a movie passes on TV but you both couldn’t care less about that, just enjoying each others company and touches.

“You know, I always wanted to have a family.” You commented, out of nowhere and Wanda looked at you with wide eyes.

“Really?” She opened a smile.

“Yeah! You know, a big house with kids running and playing.” You watched carefully her reactions. “Say something, vida.” Wanda looked at you with the face of when she didn’t understand something you said. “Means you’re my life, amorzinho.” She smiles remembering that you’ve already explained that to her.

“I’ve wanted that too, actually i was thinking about it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I’ve always imagined us with two kids, one just like me and one just like you, maybe a boy and a girl like me and my brother, we would go crazy trying taking care of them, but we would be great parents, i would make sure to give all my love for them and for you, i could even teach them brazilian football, bet you would like that.” When Wanda realized she was rambling, she stopped and looked at you, hoping to see you mock her or even laugh, but all she saw was the look of love and adoration in your eyes.

“You don’t know a thing about brazilian football.” You say, trying to look cool but all you wanted was cry from emotion.

“I could learn, you know i can move things with my mind, right?” You both let out a laugh and you slapped her arm playfully.

“That’s cheating! You would teach that for our children?”

Wanda gives you a nose crunch and leaned in to kiss you, she didn’t want to respond because she would obviously cheat, after all football wasn’t easy. You kissed her back and in seconds you were straddling her, her hands were at your waist and you feel her bulge through her sweatpants.

You put your arms around her neck. “What do you think about we start to try, hm?” You asked against her lips.

“Making a baby? Right now?” She looked surprised but definitely happy at the thought.

“Yes, meu amor.”

“You know i love it when you talk like that.” You feel her hands tightening at your waist and her bulge grows bigger, she definitely loved when you talk like that.

“I know.” You smiled against her lips, knowing you were in for a long night.

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pleasantglitterflower · 4 months

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Brazilian holidays (Joe Burrow x Adriana Lima)

JOE’S POV

- Baby, have you finished packing your bags? - Adriana asks me

- Yes, my dear, I've already finished and separated all the special kit you sent

- You're not forgetting any warm clothes, sunscreen and new beach underwear, right?

- Everything is ready, general - I saluted, she rolled her eyes and gave me a peck.

We are going on vacation in Brazil, more specifically in Salvador, located in the northeast region of the country, and it is my wonderful girlfriend's hometown. Yes, I'm dating the glamorous angel Adriana Lima.

Adriana and I met during a photo shoot for a magazine. When my agent arrived with the rehearsal proposal, at first I didn't want to do it at all, because I'm very shy and I've never been a fan of these media commitments, for me what matters is just football, but my agent justified that I'm one of the most popular NFL players today and that my image attracts a lot of interest from the media and fans, and that it would be good for my personal marketing, after a lot of convincing I decided to accept. When I arrived at the studio and saw that I would be taking photos with Adriana, my heart started to race quickly, and at that moment I put myself in the shoes of the girls who are my fans and who freak out when they see me in person. I've had a crush on Adriana since I was a hairless virgin boy, I watched all the Victoria Secret fashion shows just to appreciate her beauty and I made my mother buy every magazine she was on the cover of, and I've lost count of How many times have I masturbated thinking about her, damn, who can resist those blue-green eyes, that full mouth, that tanned and curvy body?

The chemistry between Adriana and I was instantaneous, which was reflected in our rehearsal, I'm glad I changed my mind, it was wonderful. After the photos were finished, we started talking and I asked for her phone number and invited her on a date, I knew she had recently separated. Our first date was perfect, we were very transparent with each other about our past and it was wonderful to know more deeply about the woman I longed for so much during my childhood and adolescence, the weather was very favorable for us and our first kiss took place there really, and from then on, we started a relationship that has lasted six months, and up until now we have managed to hide it from the media very well, we are very reserved and because Adriana has been in the middle of this media exposure for many years, she gives me a lot of advice about how do I deal with this, since now I'm America's sweetheart, damn I hate it, I just want to play football, why can't they just appreciate my sporting skills instead of just looking at my physical appearance?

We're taking advantage of the fact that I'm in the off-season and we're going to visit her family and also get to know the city, as Adriana assured me that after I get to know Salvador in depth, I won't see anything like it. In fact, Brazil is not completely strange to me, Adriana is not the only Brazilian woman who has passed through my life.

My long relationship with my ex-wife Anna Rodrigues, currently the best football player in the world, is public knowledge. We met in high school and built a solid relationship, which later evolved into marriage and gave birth to our boys Joshua and Samuel. Anna and I faced this great media exposure, as we were the most powerful couple in the sport, with me scoring touchdowns and her scoring goals ,whenever I went to one of her games or she went to one of mine, the media created a whole circus, since She was responsible for leading the Brazilian team to win the World Cup, the harassment towards her increased fiercely, something she loved, but at the same time it bothered me, not because she was achieving her dreams, but because she started to change of personality and was no longer that kind girl I met when I was 16, Anna began to become arrogant, self-centered and began to humiliate me, making a point of highlighting that I was a failure for having suffered many injuries throughout my career in NFL and that the chance I had to win the Superbowl, I wasted it.

The situation became untenable and I decided to ask for a divorce, she didn't accept it at all, I had to go to court to ask for a dispute as she refused to sign the papers. All I wanted is for us to continue maintaining cordiality for the sake of our children, they need their parents to have a healthy relationship, but if it's up to Anna, she won't rest until she sees me in shit.

We only spoke through our lawyers and, as we have joint custody, it is my parents who pick up the boys to come to my house and take them back to Anna's house.

Unlike Adriana, who gets along very well with the parents of her three children, I need to beg Anna for crumbs, if it were up to her, I would never see the boys again. In fact, she doesn't even know that I'm dating Adriana, when she finds out, I already know that she's going to make a huge scandal, but I don't want to think about that now, I'm focused on enjoying this trip with my girlfriend. As I said before, I've already been to Brazil, but I only know Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo, but I'm going to visit a completely different city and I'm really excited, especially because we're going there during carnival time, damn I'm really excited, I feel like After this trip I will not be the same person.

After more than 15 hours of traveling, with several stops, we finally arrived in Salvador, state of Bahia, Brazil. We were greeted at the airport by Carlos, Adriana's cousin and he was very friendly to me, giving me a handshake and a big hug, I confess that I'm still not used to these greetings from Brazilians like kisses and hugs. We drove to Adriana's family's house, and when we got there, I was surprised by a banner saying “Welcome Joe” and a table with a large banquet. I was emotional, I didn't even know them well yet and they were already treating me like an integral part of the family. I hugged all of her family members and then we went to dinner, I was lost with the variety of foods and was willing to try everything, the Bengals' nutritionist is going to go crazy when I get back. The first dish I ate was some kind of fish soup.

- This food is called moqueca Joe! - Adriana tells me

- Hmmmm-damn, what delicious food, I put a larger amount on my plate

- Moqueca is a recipe with African and indigenous origins, it contains fish, onions, tomatoes, peppers and can only be prepared in a clay pot. - Graça, my mother-in-law explains

- It's very delicious - I respond with my mouth full

- Joe, my love, take it easy, Bahian food is made with many exotic ingredients and strong seasonings that you are not used to, soon you will end up feeling sick - Adriana warns me

- Love, it's not every day that I have the chance to get off the diet and allow myself to eat different foods. And when I come to Brazil, I eat everything I'm entitled to, I don't care about my eating plan.

- Joe try the acarajé now, you'll love it - Adriana's mother says

- How do you say?

- ACARAJÉ

- A..ca.ra.. jeeee- I try to speak

- Your boyfriend is very cute Drica - one of the model's cousins comments enchanted

I look at the cupcake in front of me and start to taste it, quickly my mouth starts to burn and I grab the juice on the table and start drinking it.

- Sorry, I forgot to mention that there is pepper in acarajé - Adriana laments

- No problem, my love - I smile, still feeling the strong taste of pepper in my mouth

- Adriana, you can't forget to take Joe to see Oludum's presentation.

- I know mom, I've already organized the list of places I'm going to take him to see, we're only going to stay here for five days so he has to take the opportunity to see as much of the city as possible

- Olodum? What is this Adri?

- It's a drum school, the band is practically a symbol of Salvador, you'll love seeing them

- Will they also be at carnival? - I ask

- They always are, but when we go to shows we will see other singers perform

The next day, the first day of Joe's tour of Salvador began, with Adriana explaining the history of each place and the quarterback just had to open his eyes, he was enchanted by the rich culture of the place.

- We are in the Historic Center of Salvador, this is Pelourinho, without a doubt it is my place of refuge in the city, I walk around here for hours. Look at this architecture Joe, it's so beautiful and full of personality, there's so much cool history here, that Pelourinho has been named a World Heritage Site by UNESCO.

- I can't stop looking at this colorful Dri, it's really beautiful - the man is very enchanted with the place.

During their walk through Pelourinho, Adriana showed Joe the exact house in which Michael Jackson recorded the music video for the song “They don’t care about us”, in 1996, the same year Joe was born. Adriana, who was 15 years old at the time and was starting her modeling career, says that the city stopped when the king of pop arrived and that she felt an inexplicable emotion in seeing Michael up close, because at that time, it was very difficult for big artists to global reach to go to other Brazilian cities that were not Rio de Janeiro or São Paulo.

The couple had the chance to see a live performance of Olodum, directly from Pelourinho. Joe didn't stop filming and taking photos, it was something totally different from what he had seen before. Olodum is much more than a musical drum group, it is also an act of resistance, developing actions to combat racial discrimination, stimulating the self-esteem and pride of Afro-Brazilians, defending and fighting to ensure civil and human rights of marginalized people, in Bahia and Brazil.

The couple also went to visit Farol da Barra, the first nautical signaling system to come into operation in the Americas and it is the oldest lighthouse on the continent still operating, it was a day of great learning and unforgettable for Joe, who was sharing this special moment with his loved one.

ADRIANA’S POV

These vacation days with my love in my city have been perfect, I can barely describe the feeling. I was very insecure when Joe asked me to be his girlfriend, because he, who is one of the current American football players, wanted to date a woman fifteen years older, divorced, with three children, and who no longer has the beauty of my 20s. I continue to do my fashion shows and campaigns with brands that I have a contract with, however it is sad to see that the fashion industry nowadays prefers these Instagram models, who have no idea what a catwalk is, and nepobabies than the girls who work hard to have an opportunity. I've reached a level in my career where I can choose the work I want to do, and for a few years now I no longer want to do campaigns with futile messages, I want to feel like a real-life woman, who has my imperfections, my happy and vulnerable days. , and not be held hostage to an unrealistic beauty standard. Truly, the golden age of fashion is over, models like me, Gisele Bündchen, Naomi Campbell, Alessandra Ambrosio, Heidi Klum and other wonderful women will no longer exist.

Joe and I are going to an electric trio today and I'm going to show him what Bahia's carnival is like. In most of Brazil, carnival starts in February, but here in Bahia, carnival is year-round, there is no time here to not celebrate, it's a party all year round. I'm proud of my roots, and with all due respect to other countries, but there's nothing better than being Brazilian, here is a great diversity of cultures and ideas, which no other place in the world has, I can say this as someone who spent almost his whole life traveling all over the world.

Joe and I arrived in the early afternoon at the trio electric box, we were going to see shows by great local artists from Bahia, including my friend Ivete Sangalo.

It would be the first time that Joe and I would make our first public appearance as a couple, both he and I were comfortable with it, at some point we would have to come out. Ivete's show started until she saw me and Joe hugging and commented:

- Wow, my friend Dridrica is very well accompanied by her prince, let's shout a lot guys - the whole crowd shouts

- Come on Drica, you come too, young man - I quickly translate what she's saying to Joe and we head towards the audience, who shout fiercely when they see us

We stayed there on the stage dancing while Ivete sang, until she started singing along with the audience so that we could kiss right there. Even though Joe didn't understand Portuguese very well, he understood the context and grabbed my face and we kissed right there, to the delight of Veveta and the public, our relationship was no longer a secret, and honestly I don't care about other people's opinions, the What matters is that we are in love and want to live intensely, and to be living this moment with this Brazilian energy, there is nothing better.

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beyondthegame · 1 year

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Could we know more about l's family and milans pls? 👀👀

L Santos:

They have a twin brother named Leandro. L was born 9 minutes earlier than him and they never let him hear the end of it.

^ He recently got married and L really loves their sister-in-law.

L’s mum is English and their dad is Brazilian. Their dad is the one who encouraged them to play football professionally.

They visit Brazil at least once a year to visit their grandparents and extended family.

Their mum wasn’t a fan of L’s ex-fiancé(e)…and turns out L’s mum was right not to like them.

Overall, L has a good relationship with their parents. It’s not the absolute best in the world, but very good.

Ultimately, their favourite family member is Leandro. They’re the best of friends, partners in crime, peas in a pod, thing 1 & thing 2–that kind of vibe.

Milan St. Clair:

Milan has an older sister called Melody, she’s also one half of Milan’s coaching staff for tennis.

Milan has a good relationship with her, but at times they miss just having a sister. Having a sister who happens to be your coach can put a strain on their relationship.

^ so much so that Milan considered firing her, but after a teary heart to heart they managed to create some boundaries.

Melody, in the past, has thought that Milan had a crush on the mc…

Milan’s parents are still together and Milan actually bought them a house last year.

Milan’s parents also consider the mc as family which is super sweet.

#ask #milan st. clair #l santos

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Hey, bestie! I dunno if you watched the Brazil x Canada match buuuut I came here to talk about Tainá! Do you remember when we talked about keepers for Arsenal and I suggested her? Well, this bitch made an "impressive" start of the Brazilian season – for club football – in her new team and was our starting keeper tonight!

I'm pretty mad, sad and all about the result, but I kinda enjoyed the game.

Hellooo friend!! i did watch the match just now and im so mad too 😭 but oh well canada scammed again by taking the match to penalties lol. are brazil just really bad at taking penalties? because the penalties were not taken well i have to say

the gk tainá, her performance for the match was quite okay imo a few shaky moments here and there from her that got my heart racing 😅 but not too bad overall just average. what do mean by "impressive" start of the season? why did you put it in quotations? 😭 is her performance bad or something?

also why was she subbed off for penalties? why was the other gk lorena subbed on? i didn't quite understand that substituition

#asks

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findingnemosworld · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐝, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧? 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

( ignore n*ymar in the gif )

" Aitana! " Emilia shouts from the living room.

The woman in question, Aitana Barilla was currently in the kitchen; decorating the cookies she'd have on display in her bakery the next day - her thoughts were broken the second she heard her best friend causing her to groan and shake her head, " I'm in the kitchen Lia "

The blonde steps into the kitchen with an expression that Aitana can only describe as sneaky causing the former to narrow her eyes at the woman. " What did you do? "

Emilia feigned an expression of shock, " Excuse me, why on earth would you think I did something? "

Aitana tilts her head with a deadpan expression which caused Emilia to laugh, " Alright, you can thank me for what I'm about to say "

" Which is ....? " Aitana prompts her to continue.

Emilia worked as a model, and through modeling she was able to network through many different social circles; some of which included football players, and knowing Aitana's love for the sport prompted the blonde to work some strings in her favor, " You know I did a campaign with Kylian Mbappe right? "

Aitana nods slowly, " Yes, it's all you've talked about " she states with a chuckle. " Why are you telling me? "

" Well, he and I ... " Emilia beams, " we spent time together "

Aitana groans " Lia, I don't need mental images of you having sex with someone so get to the actual point "

" Alright, I talked about you and your bakery " Emilia said, " and I also mentioned that you're single "

Aitana places the icing bag down and shoots her a glare, " Is this a weird invitation for me to join in on your hookup? "

" Oh my gosh Aitana, please don't jump into conclusions and just let me finish " Emilia shudders, " Anyways, the reason I told him you're single is because he mentioned that one of his teammates is single "

" Oh my god if it's Neymar, I will kill you! you know how much I hate that sleazy asshole " Aitana states, it wasn't that she disliked Barcelona; if anything, she wasn't as crazed about ElClasico like some people, however she heavily disliked the Brazilian football player.

" No, no ... " Emilia shakes her head, " It's actually someone you have a crush on "

" Someone I have a crush on " Aitana echoed her statement before her eyes widened, " No " she whispers.

" Yes " Emilia nods, buzzing with excitement. " We have a double date, I'm going with Kylian and you're coming with me to see none other than the DILF of all DILF's Sergio Ramos "

Aitana froze, " You ... " she paused, raising her hand then putting it down. " How? "

" I worked my magic, and Kylian mentioned how Sergio was looking for someone who isn't interested in his money, and likes him for him and since you're not as football crazed as some of the girls I see, you're a perfect fit " Emilia giggles, " So, clear up your schedule tomorrow ok! "

Aitana was baffled, she hailed from a family of football fans; actually a family of Real Madrid supporters - and while yes, she harbored a schoolgirl crush on Sergio Ramos, it was just that; a schoolgirl crush and she didn't think much of it. What are the odds that she'd meet him? yet here she was, about to go out with her best friend on a double date, " LIA! I HATE YOU " she yells to which she hears a laugh in response.

" You'll love me when you capture Sergio's heart "

Aitana arrives to the restaurant, as Emilia texted her that she would be running late; not thinking much of it, she approaches the waiter who leads her to the table where finds Sergio sitting there, dressed in a suit sans tie, the first few buttons of his shirt were open allowing her a sneak peek of his tattoos; his gaze was cast on his phone before he looked up to meet her gaze, and smiled before saying with a gentle tone, " Aitana, right? "

" Yes " Aitana manages to squeal out before an embarrassed laugh escapes her lips. " I'm sorry "

Sergio chuckles, standing up to extend his hand out; " It's fine, it's nice to meet you, I'm Sergio "

" I know " Aitana blurts out, her face growing warm as she manages to scramble out a few words, " I mean, my family are Real Madrid fans, and so am I " she laughs, " I don't know why I'm being like this "

" It's fine " Sergio assures her with a smile, helping her to her seat before he sat back down. " I think it's cute "

Aitana giggles " well you'll be seeing a lot more tonight " before she looks around, " Is it me or did they purposefully do this? "

Sergio smirks, " I'm sure they did, especially since Kylian said that he had car troubles "

" Wait a minute " Aitana's eyes widened, " So did Emilia? " she shakes her head. " I knew it "

" I don't mind though, you seem like a lovely girl " Sergio states. " Do you mind? "

Aitana was about to object, especially since; she was sitting across from the man she has a crush on, a stupid crush she had worked hard enough to bury. " I ... I don't mind "

The conversation between them flowed freely, Sergio recounts old stories from his time in Sevilla and Real Madrid, a few anecdotes here and there which elicited a laugh from Aitana whom in turn shared stories from her childhood and how she came to love baking, " It's stupid but I like the fact that sweet treats can help someone feel good, whether they're on a diet and they're cheating " she laughs, " or just, in a feel good mood "

" That's nice " Sergio smiles before adding. " I might have to try some of your sweets sometime "

Aitana hides her red face behind the wine glass which prompted Sergio to ask, " How come a beautiful girl like you hasn't found someone? "

" Men don't seem keen on a girl that buries herself in the kitchen twenty four seven, they want a girl like my friend Emilia who likes to go out, have fun and just be wild " Aitana shrugs, " I'm more of a quiet person, that can ramble about the finest desserts, old classical movies and football but I like to have fun, just on my own terms "

" What's your definition of fun then? " Sergio asks, curious by her explanation.

" A nice stroll under the street lights, a picnic when the weather is good, a homemade meal with a good company " Aitana said, swallowing the sip of red wine. " Erm, a cozy movie night where I can be comfortable and not have to be all dressed up, like don't get me wrong I love dates, and dressing up but I also love the lazy chill aspects "

Sergio nods, his eyes softening at every single thought she mentioned. " That's quite lovely, and whoever doesn't like that is an idiot in my opinion "

" Noted " Aitana mutters, " How about you? "

" Me " Sergio echoes, " I guess you can say that I haven't found the right woman that sees me for more than just my reputation or my money, some are either scared by what they see and some are turned on and only want sex " he laughs.

" Oh dear " Aitana giggles, unaware of the smile that adorned his lips at the sound.

" I'm more than just a raging Spaniard " Sergio states, " And I just did not find someone that appreciates it "

" Hm " Aitana nods, " Maybe you haven't looked harder "

" Or maybe, I might just have found her " Sergio smiles before he adds, " Would you like to share a piece of red velvet cake? "

" Oooh, it's my favorite " Aitana beams, " was that a lucky guess? "

" Maybe " Sergio grins.

After they'd shared the dessert, Sergio suggests a walk at the nearby park and much like their time spent in the restaurant, they'd definitely enjoyed each other's company - conversing about their future plans. "

" Do you ever plan on going home? " Sergio asks her.

" If the opportunity arises, then sure " Aitana nods. " You? "

" Same here, if there's a chance but right now I'm enjoying life " Sergio said before smiling, " And enjoying my time with you "

Aitana giggles, hiding her face with her hand which made Sergio point out, " You're so cute when you do that "

" Stop, I'm already embarrassed enough " Aitana laughs, her heart racing when Sergio placed his jacket around her.

They continued to walk around until Sergio suggested that it was time to go, he drives her back to her home and offers to walk her up to her apartment, just before she unlocks her door, Sergio grabs her hand to say, " I really had fun tonight, and to be honest, from all they've said about you! I'm really interested to see if this will go somewhere, so what do you say to another date? "

Aitana chews on her bottom lip, before placing her hand around the back of his neck to press a soft kiss to his lips; she pulls back a minute later and smiles, " You have my number now, text me? " she said, " Goodnight "

Sergio pulls her again for another kiss then smiles, " Goodnight "

Aitana walks in and closes the door behind her with a big smile, she pulls out her phone and sees a text message from Sergio, after she set his contact name, she sends a text message to Emilia.

I hate you, but I love you so much.

Minutes later she received a cheeky response.

Love you too, future Mrs. Sergio Ramos <3

#sergio ramos #sergio ramos one shot #sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos x reader

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