#estrella is star in spanish

[marauders-bs]

"Jesus Christ," Evan muttered to himself. "Okay, who broke the lamp? Be honest, you five."

Kay Rosier-Crouch stood, eyes wide, beside her cousins Luna and Ascella and a broken lamp. Estrella and Cherie Potter-Black stood guiltily behind Kay as though the twins were attempting to hide.

"Honesty is the best policy," Lily tried when no one spoke up. "We won't be mad if you're honest."

"Oh, okay," Cherie said, looking relieved. "All the time?"

"All the time," James agreed, looking at his daughter.

"Uncle Barty taught me the word fuck because I asked him to," Ascella blurted from the corner.

Absolute, dead silence rung throughout the room. Evan knew Pandora had the most pissed off expression and really, really did not want to look.

"Aunt Andromeda is my favorite," Estrella said.

"Last year I snuck onto the Hogwarts Express to see Bianca and lied to you about it, and her dads knew."

Regulus looked like he was trying not to immediately Apparate to his brother's house in a fit of fury at Cherie's words.

"We use your Netflix account," Luna told Evan. "You should really change your password, you know."

"I don't even care who broke the lamp anymore," Pandora said. "I just need a drink."

Regulus stood up, sweeping Cherie into his arms. "Yeah, I'm going with you."

[lenathesingingcat]

For day 1 of @lesmis-prompts “Stars”, I thought I’d share my cover of Estrellas, the Spanish version of Stars! (I tried to just upload the video here, but it was too long for Tumblr, so you’ll have to use the link.)

Go easy on me for having the lyrics in my hand, I’ve only recently started learning Spanish. And thank you to my friend Brooklyn for filming and for letting me borrow their Javert coat!

[therealamperssand]

to people, especially trans people, who claim neopronouns are dumb:

have you never found a word that you just loved? you saw it and thought "this is me"?

because if you haven't... I feel sad for you

[starkiller1701-a]

Viaje A Las Estrellas: La Película

My recreation of The Motion Picture's iconic poster in Spanish. I just did the text of course, and here's an alternate with another tagline:

[neverkissed-stargirl]

Miro a las estrellas para recordarte, para saberte aún conmigo.

Han pasado muchos años en mi mente, pero cuando una sufre, la percepción del tiempo cambia. Realmente el calendario dice que solo han sido meses.

Le ruego a las estrellas una señal de que me ves donde sea que estés, que sabes lo que nunca pude decirte.

Te extraño más que nada, te extraño más que a ese futuro que nunca llego.

Miro a las estrellas porque se que estas ahí, aunque no te vea.

Gi.

[abigailbozarthart]

Torg art dump! It's a genrebending tabletop RPG of variety pack characters with reality powers trying to save Earth from extradimensional invaders from various genre flavored worlds, each with their own twist. My dad runs a couple games of it- on in the pulp action Nile Empire, another in the primeval Living Land. Our Nile group is a super cleric of Horus-Re who used to be a pyramid toaur guide, a braniac German aerospace engineer with super smarts and a lightning ray gun, a psychotic berserker demon slaying Russian gunman, a Japanese policeman who's a minor wizard, an elven archer/ranger with a wolf and a small dragon, and a psionic electroninja with demontechnoswords. The Living Land group is made up of a hockey mom turned warrior barbarian life priestess, a lizardman beastmaster, a blind teenage French white witch from a place called the Cyberpapacy, a paleontology professor turned Indiana Jones-esque explorer with a whip and fedora and everything, and a lucky truck driver.

This is normal for Torg.

OC rant time! The super braniac and the truck driver are both mine. Heidi Eklund the aerospace engineer, weird cat lady, and eclectic aunt was visiting the Great Pyramids on vacation when the Maelstrom Bridge of the Nile Empire dropped and the Reality Storm engulfed the land in the axioms and laws of another world. She transformed into Captain Quasar!, superhero of mighty brain and wielding a goofy zappy ray gun she called the Ultrazonic Fulmonizer. She has since invented a couple more gadgets; the Electrokinetic Replusion Shield Generator (a force field) and her much less fancy but signature duct tape guantlet. She loves witty combat banter and bonkers over the top pun cascades, and has an almost beat poet style even in battle. Her nemesis is Professor Plasmo, who also wields SCIENCE, but for evil, not good!

Captain Quasar! is my favorite tabletop rpg character I have ever played, which is funny because she started as a pregen character for a two session intro to the game but became Mine. I love her so much that she became something of an online persona. Now that I've actually designed an intentional persona, she's not the main one anymore, but she is 100% an aspirational character (mostly by accident) and remains a major persona for me. There is so much nice art of her by other lovely artists; it can be beheld and gazed upon here. https://toyhou.se/22797747.captain-quasar-heidi-eklund

Bud is just a dude! He's just a guy! He's very American- pretty stereotypically so in fact, except that he's probably a lot nicer and more polite than average. He does not seem like the type of guy to be of much use on an adventure into dinosaur infested jungles, And Yet. He has a knack for...whatever needs to get done, most of the time, and is just vaguely lucky, plucky, and hard to keep down, with an indomitable positivity and relentless spirit. He supports his companions and is a tremedous help to have around, even if he's not usually the one doing dramatic stunts and wild combat maneuvers. He definitely pulls his own weight, lack of pizazz or no, and is decently capable with a gun and in melee, and can handle himself and a variety of tasks. He doesn't lose his head easily, and is overall fairly sensible and insightful. But you wouldn't guess it, because he's not exactly the brains of the operation; school smarts were never his specialty, and he's never claimed to be clever.

[42bakery]

Muñoz's special helmet is supposed to be inspired by the flowers of this thing

It's to honour Andalucia, where he's from

[i-ideate]

op i legitimately cannot thank you enough for this

Not sure if anyone’s familiar with Teatro Lope de Vega’s production of Les Miserables (Los Miserables) that was in Madrid in 2011. But I cannot recommend it enough. It’s professionally filmed and available on Youtube (it is in Spanish, but like…it’s really good…so)

I’ve been watching it today, and one of the things I adore about it is how their not afraid to let actors touch

Like, they seem so loving. It deepens the relationships so beautifully

[kuipernebula]

instead of doing vocab or learning extra grammar to learn toki pona, i instead find myself attempting backwards-ass translations of things

anyway check in with me in like, 24 hours for a toki pona version of the chainsaw man opening

[leah-lover]

Two hearts, one timeline. Alexia putellas x reader

An age gap romance. Part 2

“ We are delighted to introduce you to this young star. She is a 2 time world cup champion, the youngest ever to achieve that. A 2 time NWSL winner. A final’s MVP and just overall an inspiration. Welcome to the show.” said the reporter next to you. The studio was quiet and all you could hear was your heart beating in your ears. This wasn't the first time you were on TV but you were uncertain about the way the news you were about to deliver is gonna be perceived.

“ Thank you for having me.” you respond with a smile on your face.

“ After your recent NWSL win you were the talk of the sports world. Everybody is interested in whether you are gonna resign with your club or not. What do you say to those questions?”

“ Well I am sad to say that I will not resign with Seattle but very excited to say that a team I have been dreaming of joining has reached out to sign me. I have signed a 4 year contract with FC barcelona.”

“ Oh my god, that's exciting. Tell us how you feel at the moment.”

“ Well, I am very excited,but sad to say goodbye to my family in the states and at seattle. I think this challenge is gonna help me develop as a footballer and learn new styles.”

“ Well, we wish you good luck.”

“ Thank you.”

You exit the studio and the weight of the secret drops from your shoulder. You were gonna leave your home for a more competitive team and a shot at the chapion’s league.

Your move to Barcelona was smooth. You celebrated your run at your old club with the girls, took your flight the next day and landed in sunny Barcelona, the weather was as great as they all said. You then went directly to your new apartment. The time zone change weighed heavily on your body so you took a shower immediately, put your sheets in your new bed and laid down as soon as you could. You then opened your phone only for it to freeze due tha new messages and followers you received. You could see all the comments and messages your new teammates wrote on your post congratulating you on the signing and wishing well for you. This made you excited for your first day tomorrow.

When you woke up the next day you were nervous to say the least. You got ready, called a taxi and headed to the facility. You first got a tour of the facility which was empty because it was early. You met as much staff as you could, did your fitness and health test, a photoshoot, and shot some content. By the time you were done your teammates were done training too. You were ushered by the assistant coach to go to the field and meet everybody.

Your heart was beating like a drum. You were standing next to alexia putellas, aitana bonmati, lucy bronze, and mapi leon. Those people are more experienced and have more accolades than you.

“ Everybody please welcome our new signing from the US.” said your coach which caused all of them to start cheering.

“Hola a todos. Estoy emocionado de ser parte de este equipo, compartir el campo con todos ustedes y ganar algunos trofeos con ustedes.”

“Joder, hablas español y tus estadísticas son buenas, nos llevaremos muy bien.“ said patri putting her arm on your shoulder and guiding you inside.

“Si ella hablara catalán habríamos sido mejores amigas.” said aitana sarcastically.

The rest of the day went on great, you had lunch with the girls, you laughed with them, and exchanged stories. They welcomed you very well.

“ for a young girl you really carry yourself well.” said lucy

“ I had to grow up quickly.” you respond to her.

Your first month at Barcelona was amazing. You got on with the girls really well, training was going well, you had your first start within 2 weeks of your arrival and the fans were really happy with you after your first hattrick in the last match.

“Necesitamos celebrar tu primer mes exitoso con nosotros estrella.” said mapi while you were recovering in the gym. Estrella was the Spanish translation of the nickname the fans gave you when you were getting famous, which was stargirl. That nickname was used by everybody you knew, even the press. But from them it sounded different.

“ Yeah sure, just text me the details.” You responded.

You then went home, showered, and rested. You then got a message from the group chat.“ La terrazza. 8:00.”

Since they went there to celebrate you, you decided to show up and show out. You decided on a black maxi dress, heels, gold accessories, and a red lip.

You drove to the club and got there at 8 sharp. You went inside, and headed straight to the bar to order a drink. The girls started coming little by little, and by a few hours you were all jammed up dancing in the middle of the dance floor. However, your captain didn't join you; she instead opted to watch from the bar.

Alexia has been quiet and reserved around you. Maybe she didn't like you or maybe she was just a quiet person, you never really thought about it before.

“chicas voy a ir al baño.” You yell so that you can be heard over the loud music and exit the dance floor.

Surprisingly the bathroom was empty. You got your business done and went over to the mirror to fix your makeup.

“Parece que te lo estás pasando bien aquí en Barcelona..” said a voice from behind you which took you a minute to realize it was Alexia 's.

“ Capitana I am too drunk for Spanish right now.” You respond still facing the mirror

“ You look good. I mean happy in Barcelona.” She said nervously.

“ Well that's because of you and your friends out there. Actually it was more your friends than you since you hate me.” You respond l, alcohol making you braver than you usually are.

“ I could never hate you. I just can't control myself around you.” She says half whispering. “tengo que ir.” She added before she exited the bathroom.

“ This is definitely something I need to visit tomorrow when I am sober.” You say to yourself before joining the girls again. You were told that Alexia left which caused you to have more questions but you didn't give it much thought. You partied more with the girls before leaving.

Your head was pounding the next morning but you couldn't remember anything, only that you had a great time.

The following weeks were nothing short of spectacular. You were training well, winning every game, scoring every game, and you really built a community with the girls. But Alexia was giving you more space than usual which you couldn't understand why.

Jonathan could see that Alexia was cornering herself away from you so he decided to pair you with each other on everything under the excuse of her giving you more experience since she was older than you. She didn't talk when she was near you, she barely even touched you. This caused commotion in your brain. You lost sleep over why she despised you so much.

One day you had enough of the questions in your brain so you waited in the locker room knowing that she wouldn't come to it to avoid you. You stayed there af-ter all the girls left. After a while alexia entered the locker room

“ Have I ever done anything to offend you?” you ask as soon as you see her figure.

“ Mierda, me asustaste, pensé que no había nadie aquí.” she said taking a few steps back

“ capitana please just give a straight answer. What have I ever done to you?.”

“ We talked about this and my answer was nothing, the problem is in me.”

“ when did we talk about this i don't remember anything.”

“ that night at the party now will you please leave so that i can change and go home i am really tired.”

“ Alexia, this is eating away at me. All I want is for us to be friends or just teammates. Tell me what I did so that we can get past it.”

“ You did nothing, just get over it. You have plenty of friends.”

“No puc fer això ara mateix, és massa jove i hauria de proteger-la de mi” she whispers in catalan and leave without looking at you.

You didn't understand catalan but it was close to Spanish which you were fluent in so when you heard her words you could remember them easily. After she left you reached for your phone and translated her words. “ I can't do this right now. He is too young and should protect her from me.”

Alexia’s words shocked you. You felt dizzy and couldn't focus. You never realized that alexia could have anything for you except hate. You loved her and admired her for the player and person she is. You looked up to her kind heart and intelligent brain. But no matter what you thought about it you needed her approval, her attention, and her focus to be on you as much as you were on her. That's why her distance from you left you puzzled.

You knew that you couldn't stay like that, not when your brain was filled with questions that needed answering.

You left the training facility, and headed straight to Alexia's house.

Before knocking on her door your knees were weak and your brain was quiet. She opened the door mere moments later.

“ What did you mean by protecting me from you?” you asked as soon as she opened the door.

“ What are you doing here?” she asked.

“ What did you mean, alexia?”

“ i don't want to talk about this.”

“ well i do it's the only thing i have been thinking about.”

You force your way inside and she closes the door after you

“ You are not this passive aggressive. I know you. I heard alot about you. This thing you are hiding from me is killing me.” you say to her once she is in front of you.

“ Believe me when I say that I am protecting you.”

“ it's not your choice capitana. What are you protecting me from?”

“ I am protecting you from my feelings for you god damn it. We can't be together and that is all I have been thinking about. I have been thinking about you, your body, your laughter, your eyes. It’s driving me insane.” she yells as she slams the wall behind you.

You weren't shocked, you managed to keep your calm. You held onto her hand which was still on the wall. You backed up a little bit and didn't say a word.

“ this can't happen, you are 23, i am 30. I am older than you. I outrank you in the team. I just…”

“ i dont care.” you interrupt her still holding on to her arm. “ capitana i dont give a fuck. I want you. I need you. Do you want me?” you add.

“More than you'll ever know.” she whispers.

The air was still. The tension was high. You feel your body unintentionally move towards alexia. Your face was millimeters away from her you could feel her breath on your lips. You somehow got brave enough to kiss her. The kiss cut short because she pulled away.

“ please capitana i want this. I want you.”

She then kisses you deeply. Her need for you was apparent. She took control of all of you, not just your lips. She picked you up and walked towards her bedroom all while kissing you. She then threw you on her bed.

“ Are you sure estrella.” whispers

“ I never wanted anything more in this world.”

[manessha545]

Cocora Valley, Quindío, Colombia: The Cocora Valley is a valley in the Quindío Department of Colombia. It is located in the Central Cordillera of the Andean mountains. "Cocora" was the name of a Quimbayan princess, daughter of the local chief Acaime, and means "star of water" (Spanish: estrella de agua). The valley is part of the Los Nevados National Natural Park, incorporated into the existing national park by the Colombian government in 1985. Wikipedia

[a-lilac-lyric]

As a Kirby fan, astronomy nerd, and yarn enjoyer, I think the Star that we got in the movie is perfect.

Am I the only one who actually likes the Star we ended up with in Disney’s “Wish”?

[millieisawriter]

By the fire

javier escuella x reader

summary: one calm evening you find javier — the newest addition to the gang — sitting alone by the campfire. despite the language barrier still being there, the man finds a way to charm you

wc: 1k

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this was requested!♡

a/n: the song is made up cus i couldn't find any existing song that fit, it's actually a poem i once wrote about a girl i had a crush on lmao this is happening sometime shortly after javier has joined the gang because i thought it'd be cute if y'all didn't know each other's language lol if you know spanish my bad just pretend you don't i guess, but i'd love to write latina reader sometime too

The gang has put up their camp somewhere in the state of Colorado. The day had been tiring, as it always is when you're moving, and everyone must have been wishing for the moment they can finally go to sleep. It didn't surprise you when before midnight everyone had already retreated to their tents or wherever they slept.

Everyone, except for one person. Your eyes caught a glimpse of a silhouette sitting by the scouting fire, away from the center of the camp. The night was dark, but judging by the guitar resting in his lap, you assumed it was Javier.

"You good?" You approached, sitting down next to him. Thankfully, you didn't have to sit on the bare ground, because Pearson had made those rugs of goat skin.

Javier looked up at you, his fingers momentarily stopping their movement on the strings. "Sí, sí, just... muy tired, you know?"

"Me too," you replied, leaning back and stretching your legs out, "me too..."

Javier made so much progress these past few months he's been running with the gang. The day Dutch had brought him into the camp, you wondered how did they even manage to communicate, maybe Dutch did speak some Spanish after all.

"And how are you..." you tried to search for a simple word, but none came easily, "adjusting? Adjusting as... how do you holding up, living with us?"

"Is good, más good than life on my own. Alone is no good. Here with you all I have food, place to sleep. And gente who care, I think."

"Of course we care," you smiled at him, "honestly, I can't imagine the gang without you and your music now."

His lips twitched with a playful smile. "I keep playing then?"

"Yes, please, I'd love to hear more."

"What you want to hear, querida?"

You paused, considering his question. Truth be told, you just loved to hear him play. It didn't matter what the song was about. Most of the time, you didn't even know since he sang in Spanish, so you would catch a few words at most.

So you gave him the choice. "You choose."

Javier's grin widened, and his eyes glistened with a brilliant idea. He adjusted the guitar in his lap, strumming a few notes before looking back at you.

"You know, in Mexico when a man has something to say... something from... el corazón," he placed a hand over his chest, "he sings."

"And what do you have to say, Javier?" You asked, feeling warmth cover you both from the fire, and from this tingling, warm feeling inside your chest.

But instead of answering your question, Javier started playing the guitar. Soft notes of the instrument filled your ears again, and you subconciously smiled wider, even allowing yourself to close your eyes for a moment.

And then, when you thought it can't get any better, Javier started singing. "¿Cómo puedo empezar a decir lo que siento, si mi corazón se detiene al escuchar tu nombre?"

[How can I start to say what I feel, if my heart stops when I hear your name?]

The melody was light, but you could feel he's singing about something that held big significance to him.

He continued, "Quiero perderme en las estrellas de tus ojos, y contigo no quiero esperar al amanecer."

[I want to get lost in the stars of your eyes, and with you I don't want to wait for the sunrise.]

You didn't understand every word, most of them you didn't understand, but the emotion behind them was overwhelming. Javier's words, whatever they meant, reached right into your chest, gently eveloping your heart.

"Dejemos que la luna nos muestre el camino, no hay prisa, solo el latido de nuestros corazones. Contigo, no necesito respuestas, porque tú eres la verdad que siempre he buscado."

[Let the moon show us the way, there is no hurry, only the beat of our hearts. With you, I don’t need answers, because you are the truth I have always looked for.]

The last note faded away, the night became quiet once again, and you opened your eyes, looking at Javier.

"What you think?" He asked.

You struggled to find words that could match the beauty of what he had just shared. "Javier, I..." you shook your head, smiling, "I think that, even if I didn't understand it, I felt it. In my el corazón."

Javier chuckled at your attempt at Spanish, "Maybe next time I teach you the meaning."

You smiled. "I'd like that."

For a while, neither of you said anything more. The quiet night wrapped around the two of you as Javier continued playing some notes on the guitar but none of them hitting you as hard as the song he sang just for you.

"By the way," he decided to speak again, "you don't add el after my. Is just mi corazón."

"Ah, I butchered it." You laughed with embarrassment, even though you knew he didn't correct you to be mean.

He found it very endearing. "No, no, is just... if you want to learn, you learn correct, sí?"

"Fine, fine," you took a deep breath, exaggerating your effort, "mi corazón." You nailed the pronounciation almost perfectly.

"Muy bien," he said, giving an approving nod, "now try gracias, Javier, tú eres el mejor."

You let out a fake groan of annoyance, having an idea what this phrase could mean. "Really?"

"What?" He raised his hands up in a mock innocence. "Is good practice!"

You rolled your eyes playfully but obliged. "Gracias, Javier. Tú eres el mejor."

"Perfecto! See? You learn fast." He applauded you for the effort, clearly very amused.

You sat there with Javier a little longer, the warmth of the fire spreading between you, but it was the warmth of his smile, his laugh, and his song that stayed with you long after you retreated to your tent.

[messylxve]

goddess | elle greenaway x famous!reader

content warning: unlabeled sexuality, SA, douchy men, self-deprecating thoughts, soft elle, google translate spanish, laufey

divider by @enchanthings

It always goes like this

Could have predicted it

I’m so naive to think you loved me for me

It was almost humiliating how many times you’d been in this position. Heels were abandoned at the door, makeup streaked down your face, and your heart felt too heavy to even make it to your own bedroom.

You threw yourself on your couch, dragging a blanket over yourself and taking your phone out apprehensively. Through your tears, you felt the hesitation of dialing that number.

The number you knew through and through.

You knew it by heart.

‘She doesn’t want to hear from you,’ that little devil whispered into your ear. ‘She’s so sick and tired of you and your bullshit.’

A whimper escaped your lips. You wanted to throw your phone and let it shatter on impact. But you never did.

Instead you clutched it tighter and shoved yourself deeper into the cushions of your couch, the memories of that night resurfacing.

Kissed as I ran off stage

Too old to play this game

Guess you’re still growing up at thirty

You met him on a quiet Sunday morning. You were at your favorite cafe and there he was, approaching you. Calling you beautiful, unlike any other girl you’ve met.

But most of all. He didn’t recognize you.

You detested dating fans. You already got your heart broken there before. You swore off of that.

He showered you with so much affection, you completely missed the signs.

Red flags always seemed normal under your rose-tinted view of the world.

Were you surprised by me

When you took me home?

When the glamour wore off

Reduced to skin and bone

You should have known it was all a lie.

You should have known he was just like all the other

You don’t know how long you sat there, wallowing in self-pity, but the sound of your phone ringing took you out of it for just a moment.

You pulled it away from where it was resting under the couch pillow and your eyes widened at the name.

Elle <3

Once again, you hesitated, your thumb hovering over the green button. You finally picked it up on the third ring.

“Ellie, hi!” You cringed at the way your voice nearly immediately cracked as you tried to feign your usual chipper mood.

“Hey lovely.” Her voice sounded so comforting. Even with just two words, you felt a twinge of warmth attempt to spread through your chest. “You okay?”

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, what makes you ask?”

“You sound like you’ve been crying. And it’s nearly midnight in LA, you aren’t usually this chipper this late unless you’re faking it.”

A sigh escaped you. You never could lie to her.

“You’ve always been so observant.” Your voice dropped the octave now that the facade faded.

“I hope so,” she chuckled lightly. “It’s kind of my job. Do you want to talk about it?”

‘She doesn’t mean it. She’s just being nice.’

“I don’t want to bore you with the details.”

She hummed in disapproval. “You know I always want the details from mi estrella.”

A sad smile slid on your face at the nickname given to you in your childhood; coined after you had gotten the solo in the choir concert.

‘Super star by day, best friend by night,’ 10-year-old Elle had quipped.

You huffed out a small laugh before it all fell away as you recounted your date that night.

“You remember Trevor right? Met him at that coffee shop on Melrose Avenue?”

You heard a pause on her end before she spoke again, her voice softer. “I do.”

“Well…I had a date with him tonight. Fourth one.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

His lips pressed harshly into yours and his hands skimmed over your body as you struggled to keep up.

“I invited him to see me at a concert. My final one on my tour.”

I can’t even tell

Who you want to know

“Trev,” you had tried to laugh. “Slow down.”

Your words fell upon deaf ears as he kissed down to your jaw and began attacking at your neck.

“I um…I thought it was a good idea to invite him backstage when it was over…talk to him for a bit before I had to go out again.”

Elle listened as your tone got darker and darker, reliving your own fresh memories. She heard every bout of emotion in your voice. The pain that shone through from a broken heart.

He began lifting your skirt. You grew dizzy with nausea the more he continued.

‘This isn’t right,’ a tiny voice screamed at you.

“Trev—Trevor, please stop.”

Your hands found his chest, steadying yourself on it before pushing him away. “I said stop!”

“y/n…” Elle’s voice was a whisper now.

“I-I told him I didn’t want that. That I didn’t think we were there yet. He didn’t really like that…”

I’m a goddess on stage

Human when we’re alone

“What do you mean we’re not there yet,” he scoffed. “I’ve been waiting for basically two months for you to be ready.”

He moved in close again, placing a hand on your waist. “I’m so tired of waiting. I’ve listened to your stories, your music. Hell I even talked to that she-devil of a friend of yours, Bella.”

You couldn’t decide whether or not to feel disgusted or betrayed. “It’s Elle…You mean you didn’t want any of that?”

“I wanted you, baby…isn’t that enough.”

You cried freely now into the phone and Elle listened quietly, her own heart breaking for you.

“You’d be proud of me Ellie,” you sniffed. “I stood my ground. Told him no.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, regardless if she’d see it or not. “Yeah… He didn’t really like it though. I had to call security to escort him out.”

“Did he put his hands on you,” she asked.

You bit your lip, the line going quiet for just a moment before you spoke again. “Do you think I can visit you? Just for a week or so?”

She frowned at the sudden change in topic.

“Of course you can, lovely.”

That next day moved so painstakingly slow for Elle. It was a paperwork day which meant she got to sit around anxiously as she waited for another call from you.

You had already called twice. Once to tell her you were leaving your apartment, twice to tell her your plane was about to depart from LA.

Hours has passed and now she awaited your call telling her you were at the airport waiting.

“Alright,” Derek quipped, rocking back in his chair. “What’s up with you today?”

Elle looked over at the man, lifting an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been staring at your phone all day,” Spencer claimed, not looking up from his paperwork.

Elle’s attention snapped between the two men before finally settling on Morgan. “So?”

Derek grinned. “So…? You hate the phone Elle, now you look like you’re waiting for it to come to life in front of your eyes.”

The girl scoffed out a laugh, shaking her head.

“You know what I think it it,” Derek continued. “I think you’ve got Mr. Mystery you’re waiting on.”

Her smile halted for just a second at his words. She twirling the pen in between her fingers once then twice. “You’re delusional Morgan.”

Almost right on cue, her phone rang and Derek let out a laugh seeing the usually preserved woman scramble for it.

“Agent Greenaway.”

“So professional,” you mused, a sly grin sliding on your lips.

A smile eased onto her expression as she turned away from Morgan’s prying eyes. “Hola amorcito. ¿Cómo estuvo tu vuelo?”

“It was good, I slept the whole way here.”

“Eso es bueno. Lo necesita.”

“Rude,” you fake gasped. “Are you calling me grouchy?”

“Sabes lo que quise decir y/n.”

Morgan and Reid looked at each other as they listened to Elle’s end of the conversation, completely clueless as to what you were saying.

“Estaré allí en veinte. Estar segura. Te amo.”

Reid furrowed his brows curiously. He might not have been a whiz in Spanish, but he definitely caught those last words.

“Alright boys, you better behave.”

Spencer frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

The two of you had spent the rest of the day together.

You didn’t want to go out, so she took you straight to your apartment and there you had the time of your life. You two binged movies, played board games, and now you were cooking together.

It was pure bliss and you couldn’t as for more.

“I missed this,” Elle mused.

You sat perched on the counter, your head laid comfortably on the cabinet behind you and you passed ingredients to the cooking woman.

“Cooking,” you asked with a giggle.

She looked over at you with a laugh. “Pass me the oregano would you. And no I don’t mean cooking. I mean being with you. Phone calls don’t feel like enough anymore.”

You twisted your body around as you shuffled through her spice cabinet. “Yeah,” you mused. “Hearing your voice is definitely what keeps me sane though.”

Elle’s heart stuttered at those words. The cooking spoon in her hand slowed it stirring and she looked up at you.

“I can’t find the oregano,” you mumbled, your attention now fully on the cabinet.

“…it’s on the second shelf,” she cleared her throat, pointing up to where it should be.

“I’m looking on the second shelf,” you whined playfully.

“Here,” she moved away from the hot stove and in front of you, leaving over your head to reach it. “It was right…there.”

She didn’t even realize what position she had put herself in until it was much too late. Either one of your thighs laid beside her hips. You looked down at her and you could feel her breath on you. You could smell her addicting perfume that you found yourself missing every time you two were apart.

It was like an invisible magnet between you two, beckoning the both of you closer and closer. So close that you felt her lips brush against yours.

It was like an epiphany to you. Everything clicked in your head.

The pauses over the phone.

The nicknames.

Hiding your phone calls from her team.

But just as the fireworks began to rise, they sizzled out before ever going off.

She pulled away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

‘You’re so delusional,’ that ugly voice hissed to you. ‘She’s seen the real you. The ugly you. Why would she want that?’

You swallowed hard and blinked away your tears. “Elle.”

She didn’t look over to you. Just focused on finishing the meal. “Yeah?”

You released a dying sigh. “Do you…do you think I’m unlovable?”

She had never looked up so fast. You would have thought the spoon burned her from how quickly she dropped it.

“What?”

You felt like the question was a plot for attention, but it wasn’t. It was probably one of the most genuine questions you asked in a long time.

“I- never mind. I’m sorry.”

Elle looked at you as if you grew a second head right in front of her. “y/n,” she moved back to that same position she had just run from. Except this time, her hands fell to your cheeks, caressing them oh-so gently. “How could you ask that question?”

You frowned. “How could I not?” It came out as a whisper. A moment of pure vulnerability. The first of its kind since that phone call last night.

“I’m not that impossibly perfect, beautiful super star they all expect me to be. I’m just…me. No one wants that.”

Elle shook her head, eyes scanning all over your face before finally settling on your eyes once more. “I want that.”

She felt you freeze under her grasp, but she continued on. “Every single failed date and false expectation was never your fault. You are…so incredibly talented, beautiful, and utterly amazing. In more ways than people give you credit for. If all these other people can’t love you the way I do, for you, then they don’t deserve you.”

Your breath stopped in your chest. Stuck. Unable to move in or out. “You love me? Or do you love me?”

You put that emphasis on your final words. There was no other way it could have been interpreted other than

“y/n, I am so utterly in love with you. I have been for a long time.”

Your hands found her wrists where you stabled yourself onto her. A smile broke free from your shocked expression. With a broken laugh, you surged forward, pressing your lips onto her’s in a kiss.

“I love you too.”

Translations:

“hi lovely how was your flight.”

“That’s good, you needed it”

“You know what I mean y/n”

“I’ll be there in twenty. Stay safe. I love you.”

@mackannkees

AN: I can’t believe I wrote that all in one night. It’s officially 3am as of posting, I’m not expecting this to get much attention, this was more self-indulgence if anything. I hope u guys like it tho

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rule one: don't date teammates

rule two: don't give up

rule three: don't date your best friends siblings

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warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, bad google translations of spanish !

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three goals for our superstar

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y/n laughed as Mapi tumbled over, the defender getting her feet tangled as she tried to tackle y/n, the young Hermoso instead sending the tattooed blonde the wrong way and onto the ground.

y/n sent a cross into Alexia, the woman striking it past Cata and into the back of the net, meaning just as Jonatan called time, the playful training match coming to an end.

y/n cheered with her bib team, jumping on Aitana who was closest to her, the woman laughing and spinning the winger slightly as they celebrated.

Salma poked her tongue out at her friend, clearly annoyed at the playful loss, y/n just shook her head at Salma who laughed as she watched y/n get off Aitana.

An arm wrapped around y/n's shoulder and Alexia pulled the girl into her side, y/n's head coming onto her shoulder being just an inch shorter than her Captain.

"Perfecta como siempre mi estrella." Alexia hummed, relishing in the blush which fought its way up the woman's cheeks.

perfect as always my star

"Sólo porque la reina lo recibió." y/n countered with a smile.

only because the queen received it.

The use of the term usually made Alexia feel slightly shy, but whenever the words slipped from y/n's lips, something twisted in her stomach, a protective want that made Alexia want y/n to chant the name out in pants and groans beneath her.

As y/n turned to laugh at Mapi, Alexia shook her head of the thoughts which had started to push into her head, she looked up arm still wrapped around y/n only to see Lucy watching her with a knowing look.

The Brit seemed to have been able to sniff out the captain's crush since she stepped foot in Barcelona. The only other soul to know was Mapi, and that was an accident.

Alexia had gone out with the team and the one time she had decided to let loose, and drink she spilled the secret she had kept so close to her heart.

She was in love with y/n Hermoso, her team-mate, her striker, and worse, her best friend's little sister. Mapi had found her in the bathroom after two drinks.

Alexia didn't drink often so she didn't have a high tolerance and she was sat on the closed toilet lid, head in her hands as she tried to rid her impure thoughts while she tried to not think about y/n and the tight dress she was wearing.

When Mapi found her, she was scared her captain had hurt herself, but the woman just scoffed and blamed love for her injury, it didn't take Mapi long to figure it out after that.

Alexia rolled her eyes at Lucy, the Brit just sighing and looking away as y/n chased after Mapi, the blonde letting out a panicked shriek as y/n chased her down with her water bottle.

"Mierda." y/n cursed as she missed Mapi.

shit

Mapi turned back with an evil grin and before y/n could blink she was covered in ice cold water and Mapi was howling in amusement as she stood there shocked.

The rest of the team were all laughing along as y/n trudged back to them, a pout on her lips as she waved her hands in upset at her soaked body.

"Alexia." y/n whined but the captain shook her head.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, princesa." Alexia hummed, Mapi shouting in victory as y/n huffs.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, princess.

Suddenly y/n launches forward, her body jumping onto Alexia's back and pressing her cold wet shirt into the back of Alexia's dry one, the captain letting out a shout of annoyance.

"juega juegos estúpidos, ganas premios estúpidos, reina." y/n hums back.

play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, queen.

Alexia huffs and rolls her eyes but her hands come up to hold y/n's thighs, walking them both toward the changing rooms which once they arrive in, y/n hops off.

Lucy laughs at y/n as she rips her wet top off, flinging it at the now shouting Lucy. y/n ignores the complaining older woman and moves to the showers, unaware of her staring captain.

Alexia wondered if she hadn't seen y/n shirtless in a while, but the once faint outline of abs, were now a chiselled picture on her stomach, the rest of the toned muscles hidden behind her sports bra.

"You're drooling, la reina." Lucy mutters to Alexia, and the captain glares at her.

"Shut up." She sighs.

Once the group were all changed, a large group of them made their way toward the exit, the Barcelona sun still dangling high in the air, trying to keep as much of the day alive as possible.

y/n was talking to Ingrid when she saw her, a body lent against her car, a familiar body who when y/n let out a shocked call looked up grinning.

"Jenni!" y/n yelled, racing over at her sister, the two meeting in a very tight hug, it becoming impossible to define where one sister started and the other met.

If there was one thing that was known of the Hermoso siblings, it was that they were incredibly close. And since they no longer played at the same club, the two were known to visit each other as often as possible.

Jenni's move was tough on her younger sister, the two having been depressed from days at the beginning when they weren't together everyday.

While the two had now become used to the distance, the shock of seeing her sister was still an incredibly grateful one for y/n, especially when they had a day off the next day.

"¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" y/n asked her sister as they pulled away. The group coming over and hugging their friend one by one.

what are you doing here?

"Me jalé el muslo, estoy bien antes de que te preocupes. Simplemente no jugaré durante las próximas semanas." Jenni explains as her sister kisses her cheek again.

pulled my thigh, i'm okay before you worry. Just no playing for a few weeks.

"¡perfecto! ¡Puedes unirte a nosotros esta noche!" Mapi grins.

perfect, you can join us out tonight

Jenni laughs but nods, knowing there was no saying no to Mapi Leon, and y/n grins as the group agrees to meet in several hours at their usual place.

As y/n starts packing her car and the others depart, no one notices the shared look between, Lucy, Mapi and Jenni, no one other than Alexia herself.

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Jenni sat happily sipping her drink, watching her sister who laughed as Mapi picked up another four uno cards. The group were at a small beach-side bar.

It was a usual for the group to go and relax, they didn't have to drink or party and were warned against it during the season so the bar here was perfect for them to relax but still be out.

Jenni was sat next to Alexia and Lucy, the latter talking with Keira about something funny that her nephew had done, Alexia was just sat watching y/n.

"So, will we talk about it?" Jenni asks Alexia, using English as she knew if her sister was to overhear, which would be doubtful, she would have a harder time picking out English words, not as fluent as her sister.

"Talk about what?" Alexia asks, turning to face her best friend, her face stone cold.

"Your feelings for my sister." Jenni shrugged and if she hadn't have known Alexia so well, she wouldn't have seen the slip in her cold mask.

"Jenni." Alexia sighed, clearly not having the strength to lie to her.

"It's okay, amiga." Jenni tried, knowing how much Alexia hated being overly vulnerable. "It's okay." She adds.

Lucy and Keira move with a shared look, understanding their captain deserved privacy in this moment, the two opting to join the rest of the group who were watching the intense Uno game happening.

"Rule one, don't date teammates. Rule two, don't give up. Rule three, don't date your best friend's siblings." Alexia denies, her voice void of any emotion.

The captain knew as soon as she slipped from her cold mask Jenni would see. She would be able to see the pleading in her eyes, the captain would be begging to be with her sister if not for her rules.

"Rule four, ignore rules 1 and 3 for y/n Hermoso." Jenni says simply.

Alexia and Jenni never had to say much to each other, they both preferred it that way and with that sentence Alexia could have cried.

She looked over at her best friend who smiled softly as if promising it was okay. Alexia gripped her best friend's hand, grateful for her more than she would be able to voice.

"Now, you must swallow your pride amiga, and your stupid rules." Jenni warns as she nods to her sister, who had bowed out of Uno and gone to get another drink.

Alexia nodded and moved quickly, smoothly gliding next to y/n as she thanked the bartender for her new drink.

"Hola Ale." y/n smiled as she looked up at her captain.

"¿Quieres salir a caminar?" Alexia asked softly, and the look in her eyes had y/n nodding and placing her drink down as they left the bar.

do you want to go for a walk?

The two found themselves walking hand-in-hand down the beach, the crisp Barcelona air still warm, even with the inky sky above them reminding them of the time.

They talked quietly, their conversation flowing easily as they talked of anything that came to mind. But as y/n giggled at a joke Alexia had made, the captain could no longer keep her rules.

"Sal conmigo." Alexia said softly, not even realising it had slipped from her lips.

date me.

y/n paused, her body tensing as Alexia stopped, cursing herself in her mind for how un-romantically she had said that, an entire speech had been brewing in her mind but instead she said that.

"qué?" y/n asked.

what?

"Sal conmigo." Alexia repeated, stronger this time. While stil not what she wanted to say it was progress.

date me.

"¿Qué pasa con tus reglas?" y/n asked rush, holding up three fingers to show she knew the three.

what about your rules?

"¿Quién te habló de ellas?" Alexia questioned annoyed.

who told you about them?

"Mapi." y/n admitted sheepishly, Alexia sighing.

"Mapi." The woman nodded.

Alexia bit her lip and stepped closer to y/n, her hand coming up to take hold of the woman's waist, giving her time to pull away, but when she didn't, Alexia pulled her closer.

"Eres tan hermosa que duele, juegas como nadie que haya visto jamás y podrías llenar el océano con cosas que sabes. Pero no podrías llenar el océano con mis sentimientos por ti, porque ni siquiera los océanos tienen suficiente espacio para ellos." Alexia whispers.

You're so beautiful it hurts, you play like no one I have ever seen, and you could fill the ocean with things you know.

But you couldn't fill the ocean with my feelings for you, because not even the oceans have enough space for them.

Her speech was much closer to what she had wanted to say and y/n sucked in a shaky breath, her hands coming up to cup Alexia's face, as if trying to reassure herself this was real.

"regla cuatro, ignora las reglas uno y tres si eres t/n Hermoso." Alexia whispered.

rule four, ignore rules one and three if it's y/n Hermoso

y/n smiled softly, her thumb rubbing circles on Alexia's cheek as she pressed her forehead against her captain's.

"Bueno, entonces estoy de acuerdo con la regla cuatro." y/n giggled softly.

well, i agree with rule four then.

Alexia let out a breath laugh, her nose brushing y/n's as she did so, her hand tightening around her waist as the other came up to rest behind her neck.

"¿puedo besarte?" Alexia whispered.

can i kiss you?

"Por favor." y/n pleaded and Alexia needed no more.

please.

Her lips pushed against y/n's softly slotting them together as she pulled her tighter to her body, she took it no further, despite her body begging her too, simply for now having their lips together was enough.

And suddenly, Alexia was very grateful for rule four.

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Heartbeats in Santo Domingo {LN4 & OP81}

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Summary: It’s summer break from F1! In a heartfelt reunion, Y/N welcomes her boyfriends, Oscar and Lando, to the vibrant culture of her Dominican Republic hometown, sharing the warmth of family and tradition. As they navigate the challenges of love amidst external judgments, Y/N finds strength in her roots and the unwavering support of her family, solidifying their bond and embracing her identity with pride.

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Warnings: mentions of hate on social media and mentions of racism and hate towards cultural identity and relationship status.

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A/N: (Please forgive me if any of the translations are wrong, I tried my best to remember from memory and we all know how Google is so I refrained from using)

There’s something about the Dominican Republic that’s hard to explain unless you’re from here. The air feels different the moment you step off the plane—thick with humidity, but in a way that makes me feel alive, not suffocated. The sounds of bachata, merengue, and dembow fill every corner, whether it’s from someone’s house, a passing car, or the man on the street with a speaker in his hand. It’s loud and vibrant, but it’s my chaos. 

As I stood on the tarmac with Oscar on one side and Lando on the other, I couldn’t help but smile. This is home. For once, I could be unapologetically me, not the subject of endless online commentary about my skin color, my hair, or my accent. Just me. 

“Bienvenidos a mi tierra, chicos,” I said, giving them both a grin as I inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scent of saltwater and tropical heat. I caught Oscar’s eyes, his calm and steady gaze making my heart flutter like it always did. {"Welcome to my land, guys."}

Lando was already fanning himself dramatically. “This heat is no joke, Y/N!” he said, wiping his brow. 

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “You’re British. Of course, you’re struggling.” I reached out and playfully poked his side. “Wait till we get deeper into the city. This is nothing.” 

Oscar smirked, his arm comfortably around my waist. “I’ll admit, it’s hotter than I expected. But I like it. Feels… lively.” 

I nodded. “Santo Domingo isn’t like anywhere you’ve been before. Trust me, you’ll see.” I couldn’t wait to show them everything—the real Dominican Republic, not the resorts or the beaches tourists flock to, but the pulse of the city, the people, the food, the culture. 

The drive from the airport to my family’s house felt like stepping into another world. Lando and Oscar watched everything from the car windows, their eyes wide as we passed the crowded streets, the colorful houses, and the vendors yelling out offers for fresh mangos and empanadas. I saw the excitement in their eyes, especially Lando’s, who’d been asking me about Dominican culture since the day we met. 

We finally arrived at my family’s place—a small, cozy home in a lively barrio. The streets were alive with laughter and music, kids playing in the roads, and neighbors leaning out of their windows to see what the commotion was. As soon as I stepped out of the car, I was wrapped up in a flurry of hugs and kisses from my cousins and aunts. 

“Ay, Dios mío, muchacha, ¡pero qué bonita estás!” my mom practically shouted as she squeezed me tight. She pulled back and looked at Oscar and Lando, her eyes sparkling with recognition. “Y estos son los novios, ¿no? ¡Los de los carros rápidos!” She laughed, giving them both a once-over like any Dominican mom would. {"Oh my god, girl, how beautiful you are!" "And these are the boyfriends, right? The ones with the fast cars?"}

Oscar, who was still working on his Spanish, gave a polite nod and a smile, but it was Lando who surprised me. 

“Sí, señora,” Lando said, grinning as he reached out to shake her hand. “Pero Y/N es la verdadera estrella.”  {"Yes, ma'am." "But Y/N is the real star."}

My mom threw her head back and laughed. “Este sabe hablar,” she said, obviously impressed. “Muy bien, mi hijo.”  {"This one knows how to talk." "Very good, my son."}

I couldn’t help but beam. My mom already loved them both, but it was little moments like this—where Lando could adapt to the language and the culture—that made my heart swell. This wasn’t just some vacation for them. They were making the effort to understand where I came from. 

We moved inside, where the smells of sancocho and tostones greeted us. My abuela, who had been cooking all morning, smiled brightly when she saw me and insisted I come straight to the kitchen to eat. 

“¡Coman, coman!” she said, placing a mountain of food in front of Oscar and Lando, who both looked a little overwhelmed by how much was on their plates. {"Eat, eat!"}

Oscar raised an eyebrow at me. “You weren’t kidding when you said your family loves to feed people.” 

“Don’t even try to stop her,” I said with a laugh. “Just eat as much as you can and smile. That’s how you win her over.” 

Lando, already digging into his plate, nodded enthusiastically. “I think I’m in love with your abuela’s cooking. This is amazing!” 

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and stories, my cousins teasing each other, my aunts gossiping, and my mom making sure everyone had enough to eat. Watching Oscar and Lando navigate the chaos of my family with ease made me feel… proud. They were in a world so different from their own, yet here they were, embracing every moment of it. 

I glanced at Oscar, who was leaning back in his chair, quietly observing everything with a small smile on his face. He wasn’t as loud or outgoing as Lando, but I knew he was taking it all in. His calm energy was always a grounding force for me, and seeing him here, in the middle of my world, made me realize just how much he belonged in it. 

Lando, on the other hand, was in full-on charm mode. He was talking to my cousins, making them laugh, and even trying out more Spanish phrases—much to the delight of my mom, who kept calling him “el inglés simpático.” I had no doubt she’d be talking about him for weeks after we left. {"the charming Englishman."}

But even in all the joy, I couldn’t fully shake the thoughts of the outside world. I knew what people said about me. The comments on social media were brutal sometimes—calling me too dark to be with them, too Black, too Dominican. They questioned why two white guys, famous Formula 1 drivers, would ever be with a girl like me. 

But I never let that hate sit with me for long. 

I posted pictures proudly, whether it was me with Oscar at a McLaren event or Lando and I on vacation. Of course the fans would create rumors that I was cheating on Oscar with Lando, that we seemed a little too close but little did they actually know. And every time someone tried to knock me down, I clapped back—sometimes with humor, sometimes with facts. I once told a troll, “Well, I must be doing something right if I’ve got them both.” That shut them up quickly. 

But here, surrounded by my family, the hate felt so far away. I wasn’t just Oscar’s girlfriend or Lando’s girlfriend. I was Y/N, daughter of the Dominican Republic, proud of where I came from and who I was. 

Later that night, after dinner, we took a walk along the Malecón, the ocean breeze cooling us down from the heat of the day. I was sandwiched between Oscar and Lando, their presence comforting. Lando slipped his hand into mine, and Oscar wrapped an arm around my waist. It was subtle—we weren’t making any grand statements, but it was enough for me. 

“Do you ever think about when we’ll make this official?” Lando asked, his voice low but serious. 

I sighed, looking out at the ocean. “Yeah, I do. But I also think about what comes with it. People are going to have a lot to say. And not all of it’s going to be nice.” 

Oscar kissed the top of my head. “We’ll deal with it when we’re ready. No rush.” 

I nodded, grateful for their understanding. “We’ve got time. And right now, this… this is perfect.” 

Lando grinned, squeezing my hand. “Perfect? I think you just love showing off your country.” 

“Maybe,” I teased. “But you can’t tell me you don’t love it here.” 

Oscar smirked. “We do. And we love you. That’s all that matters.” 

As we continued to walk, I couldn’t help but smile. This was my world, and they were part of it now—my home, my family, my heart. 

“Mi casa, mi gente,” I whispered, feeling content. “Welcome to my world.” {"My home, My people."}

The moonlit stroll along the Malecón felt like a dream, the salty breeze from the Caribbean gently rustling my curls. The city was alive, as always, even this late. The sounds of bachata echoed in the distance, the soft murmur of the ocean waves providing a soothing soundtrack. I felt a sense of peace wash over me—something that wasn’t always easy to find in the chaos of my life. But here, with Oscar and Lando by my side, I was grounded. Whole. 

“Y/N, you look like you’re thinking a million things at once,” Lando teased, nudging me with his shoulder. He always had a way of reading my mind without me saying a word. 

I chuckled softly, looking up at him. “I guess I am. It’s just… bringing you both here, showing you my world, my family—it’s more than I ever imagined. It feels… right. But it’s also scary, you know?” 

Oscar’s grip around my waist tightened a little, his silent reassurance. He wasn’t the type to need many words, but when he spoke, I always knew it came from the heart. “You don’t have to be scared. This is us, Y/N. No matter where we are.” 

I sighed, feeling the weight of his words sink in. He was right, of course. The three of us had built something solid, something real. But that didn’t change the fact that I was scared—not of us, but of what the world would think when they found out. People already had opinions about me, about how I looked next to Oscar. They had even more opinions about Lando, though no one knew just how deep our connection really ran. The idea of the world knowing the truth about us was terrifying. 

“I know,” I said, my voice quieter now. “I’m not scared of us, just… how people will react. You know how they are, especially when it comes to me. They don’t get why you’re with me, and it’s gonna be a lot worse when they find out the truth.” 

Lando’s face softened, his usual playful grin replaced with something more serious. “Y/N, we’ve dealt with this before. Yeah, people say dumb stuff online, but you’ve always handled it like a badass. When we go public, nothing’s going to change that. And besides, we’re in this together. We’ve got each other’s backs.” 

I smiled at him, appreciating his optimism. Lando was always the one to lift my spirits, his natural charm and carefree attitude infectious. But still, the reality of it all weighed heavily on me. 

Oscar spoke up, his voice calm and steady. “We’ll take it one step at a time. We don’t have to rush into anything. If you’re not ready, we wait. No one can force us to do anything before we’re ready.” 

“Yeah,” I murmured, leaning into his warmth. “But sometimes, I feel like I’m holding you guys back, you know? Like, if it wasn’t for me, you could go public and not have to deal with all the… complications.” 

Lando stopped walking and turned to face me, his green eyes flashing with a mix of determination and affection. “Stop that. You’re not holding anyone back. This isn’t just about you—this is about us. We’re a team, remember? None of us are doing anything we’re not comfortable with. And I don’t care what people think. Let them talk. I’ve got you, and I’ve got Oscar. That’s all I need.” 

Before I could respond, Lando closed the distance between us, his hand cupping my cheek gently. His lips met mine in a kiss that was soft yet full of conviction, like he was trying to tell me through every touch just how much he meant those words. My breath hitched for a moment, the weight of everything falling away as I melted into the kiss, feeling his warmth, his reassurance. 

When we finally broke apart, I was greeted by Oscar’s soft smile. He gently rubbed my back, his presence steady and grounding. “Lando’s right,” he said quietly, his deep eyes locking with mine. “We’ll figure this out together. But for now, we’re in Santo Domingo, with your family. Let’s just enjoy being here, with no pressure.” 

I looked between the two of them, my heart swelling with gratitude and love. How did I get so lucky? These two incredible men were willing to stand by me, to love me without hesitation, no matter what the world had to say about it. I wasn’t sure what I had done to deserve them, but I wasn’t going to question it. They were mine, and I was theirs. 

“Okay,” I said finally, a small smile creeping onto my face. “You’re right. Let’s just enjoy this. We’ll deal with everything else later.” 

Oscar leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering there for just a moment longer than usual. “That’s our girl.” 

The next few days were pure bliss. I took Oscar and Lando around Santo Domingo, showing them my favorite spots—the old colonial buildings in the Zona Colonial, the vibrant markets where we haggled for fresh fruit and handmade crafts, and the little hidden beaches outside the city where we could just relax without being recognized. It was a side of the Dominican Republic that tourists rarely saw, and I could tell they were loving it. 

One afternoon, we stopped at a local colmado, a small convenience store, for some cold drinks. As we stood outside sipping on our presidente beers, a couple of kids zoomed past us on bikes, laughing and shouting in Spanish. The older one, maybe ten years old, skidded to a stop when he saw Oscar and Lando. 

“¡Oye! ¡Esos son los pilotos de McLaren!” he shouted, his eyes wide with excitement. “¡Lando! ¡Oscar!” {"Hey! Those are the McLaren Drivers!"}

I couldn’t help but laugh as the kids ran up to them, their energy infectious. Lando, always the crowd pleaser, crouched down to their level and started chatting with them in his broken Spanish, while Oscar gave them his usual calm, kind smiles. Watching them with these kids, blending so easily into my world, made my heart soar. 

One of the boys turned to me, his eyes scanning me with curiosity. “¿Tú eres la novia de Oscar?” {"Are you Oscar's girlfriend?"}

I grinned, ruffling his hair. “Sí, pero también la de Lando,” I teased. {"Yes, but also Lando's."}

He looked confused for a second before giggling and running back to his bike. As they rode off, I turned to find both Oscar and Lando looking at me with playful smirks. 

“Really?” Lando asked, raising an eyebrow. “You just casually dropped that like it was no big deal?” 

I shrugged, sipping my drink. “What? It’s not like they’re going to post it on Twitter.” 

Oscar chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re something else, Y/N.” 

But I wasn’t worried. For once, I didn’t care who knew. Here, in Santo Domingo, I was in my element. The judgments of the outside world didn’t reach this far, and if they did, I was ready for them. Because no matter what anyone said, I knew what we had was real. I loved Oscar, and I loved Lando, and they loved me back. That was all that mattered. 

Our last night in Santo Domingo was one I’d never forget. My family threw us a massive fiesta de despedida, a farewell party that felt like a celebration of everything—love, family, and the beautiful chaos that is life in the Dominican Republic. {farewell party}

The backyard was lit with strings of colorful lights, and the scent of grilled meat filled the air. My cousins played dominoes at one table, my aunts danced to bachata, and my mom was busy making sure everyone had enough food and drinks. 

Lando and Oscar stood near the speakers, trying to imitate the moves my cousins were showing them, and I couldn’t stop laughing. Lando was surprisingly good, his hips moving in time to the music, while Oscar—bless his heart—was a little stiff, but trying his best. 

I watched them, my heart full, and realized that this was it. This was everything I had ever wanted. A world where my love for them and their love for me could coexist with the culture that had shaped me. 

As the night wore on, we found ourselves on the dance floor, the three of us swaying to the music. Oscar’s hands rested on my waist, and Lando held my hand, spinning me around playfully. I could feel the eyes of my family on us, but there was no judgment, no questions—just acceptance. 

As the party roared on around me, I felt a hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away from the dance floor. I turned to see my mom, her face lit up with that warm smile she always wore when she had something important to say. Beside her was my tía Carmen, my aunt who’d practically helped raise me. She and my mom shared a look, the kind that only years of sisterhood could communicate. 

“Ven, ven, mi niña,” my mom said, motioning for me to follow them into the quieter corner of the backyard, away from the noise and chaos of the fiesta. I hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the dance floor. Lando was laughing as one of my cousins taught him a more complicated bachata step, while Oscar, ever the observant one, was attempting to mirror the moves with a more subtle rhythm. I smiled to myself, loving how effortlessly they fit into this world that was so far from their own. {"Come, come, my girl."}

Once we were away from the music, my mom and tía Carmen stood in front of me, their faces soft with affection, but there was something else—something deeper, like they’d been waiting for this moment. 

“Querida,” my mom began, her voice low but full of emotion. “We wanted to talk to you, just the three of us. It’s about… those muchachos. Oscar and Lando.” She smiled, her eyes glimmering with pride. “We can see how much they mean to you.”  {"Dear." "boys."}

I blinked, taken aback. I knew they liked the boys, but something in her tone made my heart skip a beat. I looked between her and tía Carmen, who nodded knowingly. 

“Mi amor, I’ve never seen you like this,” my tía said, her voice full of warmth. “I see how you look at them. And more importantly, I see how they look at you. Those boys are absolutely in love with you. You can’t hide that from us.” She chuckled, reaching out to squeeze my hand. {"My love."}

I felt a lump in my throat. This wasn’t a conversation I was expecting. I’d been so focused on introducing Oscar and Lando to my world, hoping my family would accept them, but now it was as if they were the ones giving me permission to accept this love fully. 

“Mija,” my mom continued, stepping closer, her hand now gently cupping my cheek. “I know people are going to have things to say. I know what’s out there—the hate, the comments. But you’ve always been so strong, and I see that strength even more now. The way those boys love you… I can tell it’s different. I see it in their eyes when they look at you, like they’d move heaven and earth to make you happy.” {"My daughter."}

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, the emotions bubbling to the surface. “Mami… I—” My voice caught in my throat, and I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “It’s just, I never thought I’d find something like this. And with both of them… it’s been a lot to take in, you know? But it’s real. It’s so real, and I love them. I love them so much.” 

Tía Carmen smiled softly, brushing a tear from my cheek before it could fall. “And they love you. You can see it in everything they do. The way Lando tries so hard to fit in, to speak Spanish even when it’s a mess.” We both laughed lightly at that, knowing she wasn’t wrong. “And the way Oscar is always watching you, like you’re the center of his world. They’ve come into this family like they’ve always belonged here.” 

My mom nodded in agreement. “You deserve this love, mi niña. You deserve to be happy. And we can see how much you love them too. Your father and I talk about it all the time. It’s like you’ve come alive since they entered your life.” {"my girl."}

That hit me deep. My family knew me better than anyone, and to hear them say they could see how much these boys meant to me… it was overwhelming in the best way. The acceptance I didn’t even realize I was yearning for washed over me like a wave. 

Tears spilled over now, and I laughed through the emotion, wiping them away quickly. “You really think it’s okay? I mean… it’s not exactly normal, and people are going to have opinions.” 

My mom pulled me into a tight hug, holding me like she did when I was a little girl. “Ay, mi amor, people will always have opinions, especially when they don’t understand. But love isn’t something that fits into a box. It’s not about what’s normal for other people. It’s about what’s right for you. And you’ve found something beautiful with Oscar and Lando. No one can take that from you.” 

Tía Carmen chimed in, her voice soft but sure. “They’ve made you happy, Y/N, and that’s all that matters. We see it. And we’re proud of you, proud that you’ve found something so rare. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” 

I pulled back from my mom’s embrace and looked between the two of them, my heart full. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.” 

They smiled at me, the warmth in their eyes reassuring me more than words ever could. In that moment, I felt lighter—like a weight I hadn’t fully acknowledged was lifting from my chest. Knowing my family really understood and supported what I had with Oscar and Lando meant everything. 

“Now,” my mom said, wiping her own eyes quickly, her tone shifting to something more playful, “you’d better get back to those boys before they think we’ve kidnapped you.” 

Tía Carmen laughed. “Sí, and before your cousins teach Lando some moves that he won’t recover from.” 

I chuckled through the remaining tears, feeling a new sense of clarity and peace. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” I said, smiling as I turned to walk back toward the music. 

As I approached the dance floor, I saw Lando twirling one of my cousins with a dramatic flair, while Oscar was still trying his best to master the rhythm. They both spotted me at the same time, and the looks of relief and love on their faces made my heart swell all over again. 

“Hey, where’d you sneak off to?” Lando asked, his smile wide as he pulled me into his arms. 

I grinned, leaning into him as Oscar came up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my shoulder. “Just a little chat with my mom and tía. They wanted to make sure you two are treating me right.” 

Oscar chuckled, his eyes warm as he looked down at me. “I hope we passed the test.” 

I glanced up at him, then at Lando, my heart full to bursting. “You passed with flying colors.” 

By the time the party ended, and we found ourselves alone in my room, exhausted but happy, I realized something important. No matter what happened when we went back to the public eye, no matter how people reacted when we eventually went public, we’d be okay. 

Because this—this love, this connection—was real. And no one could take that away from us. 

“Te quiero,” I whispered to both of them as I curled up between them on the bed, feeling their warmth surround me. {“I love you.”}

“We love you too,” Oscar murmured, kissing the top of my head. 

Lando squeezed my hand. “Always, Y/N.” 

And in that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. 

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