#hola bel (:

[deadtothebones]

33 lucas de gas 🫠🫠

[eastern-lights]

(english version follows)

Hej hola, čumblřstvo a především české hráčstvo Dragon Age, představuji Vám svůj první pokus o cover Dawn Will Come.

Záměrně je to acapella, chtěla jsem tak trochu evokovat pocit zoufalých jeptišek ve sněhu (proto ten zpěv není tak docela bel canto, je tam trochu dušnost a kostrbaté vibrato - totálně je to záměrně a ne proto, že se mi nechtělo čekat až mě přejde rýma).

I present my first attempt at a Czech cover of Dawn Will Come. I made it acapella and avoided any highbrow vocal technique to better evoke the image of desperate nuns out in the snow. The lyrics are roughly:

I am crushed by darkness and despair, I do not know if a new day will ever come. The night is long and shadow reigns, but in my soul, hope is about to awaken.

My path is filled with twists and turns, I only hope that a new day soon comes. The night is long and shadow reigns, but in my soul, the flame of hope is kindled.

I am no longer afraid, no longer lost, look, a new day is dawning. The night is long and shadow reigns, but in my soul, the flame of hope burns bright.

[mcu-coworkers]

Sick days

Summary: Nursing your sick boyfriend back to health.

Pairings: Kylian Mbappe x reader

Warnings: N/A

A/n: Not a request this one was just something small and short that came to mind! Thank you guys for all of the love and I hope you guys like this one!xx

You felt something was off when you woke up that morning and didn't have your usual text from Kylian before he left for his gym session.

He never missed a day, even when he traveled and was in a completely different time zone.

You were filled with more worry than anything else given he never forgets on purpose.

You’d texted him that morning instead but to no avail, there was no response.

After an hour with no response you decided to go check his home and make sure everything was okay.

As you were walking up to his door your phone began to ring.

“Ney” reading across the screen.

“Hey Ney, what’s up?” you said hoping he’d mention something Kylian did at practice and you worried for nothing.

“Hola bella, have you heard from Kylian? He was a no show in practice. The coach is looking for him. I just wanted to give him the heads up before he gets fined.” he chuckled, it wouldn't be the first time PSG fined him.

Sighing, you looked at the door once again.

“Nope,  I   was hoping he was at practice. I'm outside his house right now. Give me a sec  I‘ll call you back yeah?” you said reaching for the key he’d given you.

“Sale, thank you!” He said before hanging up.

Quietly you opened the door, you felt sneaky opening his door without telling him you were coming.

You know he wouldn't mind but still, you always gave a heads up.

“Ky?” you called out from the hallway.

You walked through his home looking for any signs of him until you made it to his bedroom door.

Opening it you came face to face with your sleeping boyfriend.

Your sick, sleeping boyfriend surrounded by tissues.

“Oh my love.” you chuckled relieved he didn't go missing.

Cleaning up the tissues you went into his pantry to pull out the medicine he’d need and some ingredients for soup and tea.

Once you finished you put everything in a tray and walked back up to Kylians room.

After setting everything down on the nightstand you pondered waking him up or letting him sleep more but the decision was made for you when he began tossing and turning.

“Ky, baby it's me.” you whispered gently, rubbing his back.

“Mon amour what are you doing here? What time is it?” he said, realizing the sun was out.

“You’re sick Kylian lay back down.” you chuckled,  pushing him down.

“But I have practice coach is gonna kill me.” he said looking for his phone.

“No he's not because Neymar  told him you were sick in bed and that makes the penalty fine void.” you said matter of factly.

Looking at you he smiled and fell back into his mountain of pillows.

“Bless my lawyer girlfriend.” He said, smiling at you.

“Now here drink this please.” you said, handing him the tea.

You took the chance to open his windows and unstuff his room and hopefully his nose too.

Kylian took the tea and the soup eventually beginning to feel like himself again.

“Mon ange  I   could kiss you all day for this, I'm sorry  you didn't wake up to a message from me.” he said reaching for you.

Pulling back  you smiled at your sick boyfriend, “While  I   love you with all my heart  I   do not want to get whatever it is you have amor.” you said collecting the empty dishes.

“I'm gonna go get you some orange slices.” you said picking up the tray.

“Okay but when  I‘m better I'm thanking you the right way.” he said, reaching over quickly to spank your butt.

Gasping you smiled, “Mbappé!” blush rising to your cheeks.

“Je t’aime mon bel ange!” he yelled from his room.

Yup, he was definitely feeling better alright.

[matchtaco]

Hola bel, es 00h y yo debia estar a mimir pero… I’m thinking about your next update, I need that palpable tension between them, so thick you can cut with a knife, I love some slow build and you’re good with setting up their dinamic. Hasta pronto cariño 🫶🏻

HELLOOOO, obrigado pela sugestão, thanks to Austria there may be something more than the tension on the verge of exploding 🤭

[2226-fabio]

Hola amigos, en este nuevo blog les vengo a presentar mi trabajo en clases, se basa en replicar algunas fotos de algunos artistas explicados en clase, les cuento que yo lo hice de una manera un poco más divertida, ya que las replicas realizadas las hice con duendes , me pareció una idea muy chévere, espero que les guste y disfruten.

Psdt: Primero le pregunté a Bel mi profesora si podía realizar este modelo.

Primer Artista:

Julia Margaret Cameron:

Réplicada por:

Fabio Sorasio

Segundo artista:

Richard Avedon:

Replicada por:

Fabio Sorasio

A lo largo de este ejercicio, aprendí mucho sobre la importancia del retrato en la historia de la fotografía, especialmente a través del trabajo de Julia Margaret Cameron. He comprendido cómo el uso de la luz y la composición pueden transmitir emociones profundas y cómo, a pesar de las limitaciones técnicas de su tiempo, Cameron logró captar la personalidad y esencia de sus modelos. También aprendí que replicar una obra artística no se trata solo de copiar, sino de reinterpretarla desde una perspectiva personal, lo cual me permitió explorar mi creatividad al incorporar elementos más lúdicos, como los duendes, en mis réplicas.

[mylindasweet]

Hola buenos días hermosa.

Espero no despertarte, no sabía si escribirte porque se que estas descansando.

Ya voy camino al trabajo. Deseo que tengas un lunes tranquilo y una gran semana.

Te quiero Bel. 🖤

[anketsu]

POST DISCUSSIONE ➡️ The Foolish Angel Dances with the Devil

Una commedia romantica che vi trascinerà nel bel mezzo della guerra secolare tra inferno e paradiso. Con amori proibiti ed inganni.

(Romeo e Giulietta di noi altri 🤣)

🌙 Hola io sono Anketsu e come ogni Venerdì siamo qui per scambiarci pareri sulle serie più popolari del momento. Questo per cercare di capire quali sono veramente interessanti e quali invece sono dei semplici fuochi di paglia 🌙

Perciò ora tocca a voi dare un giudizio:

Che ne pensate di questa serie?

La consigliereste?

Quali aspetti vi sono piaciuti di più e quali di meno? ✍️

🔻🔹️🔻🔹️🔻🔹️🔻🔹️🔻🔹️

Seguimi

➡️ @anketsu

➡️ #Anketsu

Il mio Sito Web

➡️ www.Anketsu.com

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[capullitodeamor]

hola te gustan las mentally ill

hola feliz navidad Jing onG bel

[1pedacitodesol]

Martina porqué no estás en tu color

Escucho el reclamo juzgón de Sofia entrar por la ventana de mi pensar, "Bel, ya no comiste nada" ya sé Sofi. Jack desciende desde el patio trasero y me abraza de despedida "¿Qué comiste hoy Bel?" Una sonrisa tierna sale de mi ser con la esperanza de evitar el regaño pero es muy tarde, se me amenaza con decirle a mi mamá de mi horrible alimentación pero es que en verdad que la comida me da asco.

Por la noche solo veo cómo Jack me hace cenar y cómo todo lo que degluto me causa repudio y hace que se me llenen los ojos de lágrimas del enojo y coraje que me causa tener que comer. Me retiro del dolor de la comida y le digo hola al dolor del ayuno.

[leipienadicomplessi]

come prosegue con tumblr???????? hai fatto amicizie ????? ragazzi e ragazze??????????????????

Hola,la prima domanda sensata a cui ho piacere di rispondere.

Confermo che Tumblr è un bel social ,hai mille pensieri di mille persone tutti diversi,mille modi di pensare ti aprono la mente e ti fanno scoprire un'altra realtà.

Amicizie non ne ho fatte molte perchè ho un carattere particolare e finisce che o ghosto io o mi ghosta l'altra persona con cui interagisco,mi piace molto parlare con chiunque del più e del meno perchè appunto per quanto possa sembrare strano il mondo tumblr,hai appunto mille caratteri con cui rapportarti e questo per me è un bene.

Poi non so più che scrivere e magari svio le domande,con papiri,scusa

[strange-hell]

Hola <3 Si jamais tu prends les suggestions en ask, je te propose une jolie tête que j'ai découverte y a peu, qui n'a pas de ressource, et à qui ton bel univers collerait bien je pense ^^ Dans l'espoir qu'elle t'inspire, merci =) imgbox(.)com/g/o1rbXs1xF1

heyyy !

merci pour ta suggestion, elle est sublime et très inspirante **

j'espère que tu aimeras, tu les trouveras ici : https://strange-hell.tumblr.com/post/712853621667217408

merci de ta visite ! <3

[cancionesfedez]

Una cosa sola

Baby, baby, baby stai con me Baby, baby, baby stai con me

Baby stai com'è lo sai ballo solo con te Dai non andartene perché Voglio dirti una cosa sola Vieni su, vieni su, vieni su con me, vieni su io e te siamo una cosa sola

Cosa ci fai in questo locale tutta sola? Sei straniera? How are you, como estas chica say hola Mi spieghi cosa cazzo è un bacio alla spagnola Un bacio alla spagnola? Sì, un bacio alla spagnola E perché nella borsa hai tutta quella carta stagnola Dai vieni con me a vedere le stelle cadenti Basta che non sorridi che hai il prezzemolo tra i denti Li vedi lì davanti tutti quegli appartamenti? Mi han detto che ogni tanto fanno le orge tra studenti Sai potremmo andare giusto solo per vedere Perché sotto il lampione ci sono delle rumene? Potremmo chiedergli quanto ci danno per un rene Quindi hai ancora tutti e due? Ah, mi fa molto piacere Lo vedi quel signore che si mette la gonna? È Cecchi Paone che si veste da donna Mi ha chiesto se vogliamo fare lo scambio di coppia Ha già preso un hotel con una camera doppia (Dai Cecchi, stiamo arrivando)

Baby stai com'è lo sai ballo solo con te Dai non andartene perché Voglio dirti una cosa sola Vieni su, vieni su, vieni su con me, vieni su io e te siamo una cosa sola

Poi vai giù, poi vai giù, poi vai giù perché Poi vai giù da te voglio una cosa sola

Il mio amico di lavoro fa le pompe, non c'è un cazzo da ridere, bionda Salda pompe idrauliche da quando il sole sorge a quando tramonta Tutto questo non fa ridere? Dai, insomma Pensare che quando il mio amico fa un buon lavoro Il suo capo gli dice: "Hai fatto una bella pompa" Fa ridere no? Tu mi guardi come se fossi impazzito "Perché mi racconti 'sta storia?" Cazzo, pensavo che l'avessi capito Mi spiego meglio se non hai capito Ti ho raccontato 'sta storia perché a fine serata Vorrei dirti quello che il capo dice al mio amico Hai fatto un bel lavoro bimba, sei come una bottiglia Tu mi fai ubriacare eh, eh Ti amo più delle altre bottiglie perché Hai la bocca più grande come le bottiglie di Estathè

Baby stai com'è lo sai ballo solo con te Dai non andartene perché Voglio dirti una cosa sola

Baby stai com'è lo sai ballo solo con te Dai non andartene perché Voglio dirti una cosa sola

Vieni su, vieni su, vieni su con me Vieni su io e te siamo una cosa sola Poi vai giù, poi vai giù, poi vai giù perché Poi vai giù, da te voglio una cosa sola Voglio una cosa sola, voglio una cosa sola

[macuilli]

“Demjin,” muttered Helvar. Kaz didn’t speak Fjerdan, but that word he knew. Demon.

[gucciwins]

Glamour Friendship Test

Harry Styles and Y/N Belmonte do the friendship test

Word count: 3335

A/N: hi friends! it has been a YEAR since i first posted do i know you? (well a year tomorrow the 24th) the start to Bel and Harry's story. i could not even imagine how much you would all come to love them, because here i am still writing about them a year later. not only do i love them but you do as well. happy reading, amores!!!! <3

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

read the love on tour series here

//

 Glamour Friend Test with Y/N Belmonte and Harry Styles

The video opens with Harry and you smiling brightly at the screen as you begin the introduction. 

“Hola, soy Y/N Belmonte” you greet with a small wave at the camera.

“And I’m Harry Styles,” he jumps into the frame, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and holding you close. 

“Today, we’re doing Glamour’s friendship test.” You say together in unison. 

The frame changes and you’re standing there with a timid smile while waiting for the producers to give you the go-ahead. You’re fiddling with the top of your cream trousers, doing your best not to mess with the silk olive green halter top as you were afraid of wrinkling it due to all of Emerson’s warnings.

“How did you meet?” The producer asked. 

“Harry and I met in 2015, if you can believe that.” You fiddle with the multi-colored bracelet on your wrist that Sarai made for you during the holidays. Naomi had gotten her loads of colored threads. “It was a party we were both at. Harry was being his charming self, working the room. He treated everyone with respect and spoke with them as if he knew them already.” 

That night changed your life, maybe not at that exact moment, but it led you to where you were meant to be, and you would forever be grateful.

“He introduced himself, and we talked about the night, how good the apple cider was compared to his tequila. It was one of the easiest conversations I’ve ever had with someone I just met.” You look down at your Gucci loafers, a gift from Lambert during the holidays. “I don’t know if people know, but I’m awful with conversation with people close to my age. I get anxious and unsure what to discuss while with someone older, conversation flows. I grew up with my abuelos–my grandparents, so I feel that’s why.” 

You nod, trying to figure out how to wrap this up, “meeting Harry and getting to call him my best friend is a blessing. He’s got a good heart. He loves what he does, and he’s always so grateful. He always expresses it in any way possible. He's a great influence. I started doing morning yoga because of him. I’m glad he’s in my life.”

“How did you meet Y/N?”

“I think Bel summed it up perfectly. We met at a mutual friend’s party and hit it off. Then we reconnected at my show in St. Paul, where her friend surprised her with tickets. Bel, when we first met, made a mark in my life. I will say we lost touch but finding her again might have been the best thing to happen to me.” Harry raises his hand and rubs his eyebrow, indicating he is nervous. “I have been a fan of hers for the longest time. My sister and I watched her movies. We watched when she won her Emmy and Oscar. I’m a big fan. She’s the type of artist who puts everything she is into what she does. Honestly, the entire crew is a fan. On more than one occasion, we've gotten together to watch her films.”

You step back into the frame, wrapping your arms around his right arm, squeezing tight for a few seconds but don’t let go after instead look over at the camera. 

“And now we’re here in the studio,” Harry says, clearly loving you hanging off his arm.

You straighten up after a few seconds, bumping his hip, getting a laugh out of him. “Finally get to show this one how to do a proper interview."

“I’m older than you,” he mutters. 

“Semantics.” 

“I appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to do this with me. Bel’s got two films debuting soon and currently in the middle of filming.” 

You hide your face in your hands. As proud as you are, now is not the time for compliments and praise from Harry. “Nooo, stop,” you plead. 

“Dork,” Harry mutters, quickly pressing a kiss to your head before smiling at the camera, knowing if he looked down and saw the wide grin on his face, he’d kiss you, and you both discussed, and it’s not something either of you was willing to share to the public. 

“Let’s begin!” You shout.

Exercise One: Stare into each other’s eyes for 3 minutes 

Harry shifts closer to you as he gazes down at you. You look up and smile because you love his eyes. You love how expressive they are, and how you can always see the love he has for you in them.

You keep your hands at your side no matter how tempted you are to reach out for Harry; he was more nervous about this video than you were. As much as you assured him that it would all be okay, he was concerned that he’d be too loving with you. 

Looking at Harry, he does not hide his affection for you. The smile he offers you is small but enough to keep you staring and leaning closer as if you want to close the gap between you. 

“This is a long time,” he jokes. 

“Three minutes is a normal song length,” you tell him.

Harry quirks an eyebrow, “is this you telling me you want me to sing for you?” 

“Only if you want,” you tease. 

He reaches a hand up slowly, causing you to freeze. Not sure what he’s going to do when he gently boops your nose with his index finger, causing you to scrunch your nose. 

“Dork.” 

His laugh rings loud, his eyes crinkling, and you can’t help the smile that takes over your face because you’re the one who caused him to laugh and shine that bright. 

“I could do this all day,” he jokes, stepping closer, your foreheads an inch away from touching, and you know the producers are loving this, and so are you for the moment. 

“How did that feel?” The producer asks after the time goes off. 

Harry crosses his arms, looks at you, and then looks back at the camera. “Bel looks at you like deep, deep into your soul, and I feel so seen yet so safe.” 

“Awe, H,” you pout, not expecting such a genuine answer. He was baring a bit of himself today, and you felt you could do the same differently. You reached for his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. It was so short Harry kept his eyes on his hand, trying to figure out if it was real or if he dreamt it happened. 

“Harry’s got kind eyes. You take one look and feel like you’re talking to a friend, that he’s actually listening to what you’re saying.” 

“I’m a great listener,” he agrees. “My mum would say so as well.” 

“Also, I’m a sucker for green eyes,” you shrug, “I’m easily charmed.” 

“Moving on, please. I don’t need competition competing for your heart.” Harry shares proudly, a tint of pink visible on his cheeks. 

Exercise Two: Give each other compliments

“Oh, you’re going to love this,” Harry teases as he writes on the notepad they provided each of you with. 

You frown but don’t respond by focusing on writing all your favorite things about Harry down.

I love when you comb my hair

Your voice audios always make me smile 

Your silly jokes aren’t funny, but you love it when I laugh

The way you love me is something that consumes me entirely, mind, body, and soul. 

You rip the page and fold it, causing Harry to stop and gasp, “how much are you writing?” Harry is now worried all he’s writing will not be enough now. 

“That was a bad page. I’m starting over.” You actually pocket the paper and promise yourself to hand it over to him at the end of the day. 

“That bad?” He teased.

You nod, not bothering to lift your head and meet his gaze, “the worst.” 

“Meanie.” 

You giggle, poking his cheek until he gives you the smile you were searching for, the smile he only gives you. 

“Ready, H?” 

Harry scribbles one more thing. As you peek at his notes, you see his chicken scratch writing, only able to make out a few words he’s written. 

“Stop it, Bel.” He mutters under his breath, but you know the microphone under his shirt caught that. 

You playfully roll your eyes, “not like I can read your awful writing anyway.” 

“Rude.” 

You stand there smiling at Harry, rocking on the heels of your shoes as Harry begins to read his compliments to you.

“To start off, I want to say I compliment her all the time,” Harry shares. 

You remember everything I've told you, in great detail.

Easy. Smooth. You could handle this. 

I love your cooking and that you accommodate my needs.

You scrunch your nose at him, knowing you’ve had him try the new recipes of a traditional Mexican dish so he could enjoy them.

You bring out the best in people. I’ve seen it countless times. 

That’s when you feel your face start to heat up. Gosh, this really needs to be over soon. Harry’s gaze is intense because he knows you. He knows what makes you tick and hot. You are seconds from looking away. You probably would have walked away if you weren’t being recorded. 

My bandmates love you, as do my friends. You fit perfectly with us all. 

That compliment has you biting your lip as you try your best to hide your smile, not realizing just how sweet Harry was going to be.

You’re the strongest and bravest person I have ever met.

Harry opens his arms, and you rush into his hold as you whisper your thanks for his sweet words that will be on loop for weeks, possibly a lifetime. He kisses the side of your head before slowly releasing you. 

“Come on, Bel. I want you to boost my ego,” he teases. You know he said that to make you laugh, and he knows you well because you let out the tiniest giggle. 

You step back, letting him hold your hand while the other reads from the paper in your hand,

Your kindness goes beyond this world. 

Harry squeezes your hand in a small thank you. 

I love when you send me voice notes of lyrics you don’t want to forget because you appreciate my commentary. 

You grin as he shakes his head at the small confession. 

You’ve got excellent style. It has been so much fun seeing it develop. Which leads to this next one: thank you for letting me raid your closet. 

Harry lets his smile shine for this compliment because it is true. He loves seeing you in his clothes. 

You’re my best friend who’s practicing his Spanish for me. 

The blush can be seen on his cheeks. Now it’s his turn to hug you, overwhelmed at the small compliments you gave him. Although, you do it on your own accord all the time.

“This exercise was hard for me because I like giving compliments but don’t easily receive them.” You confess to the camera. Harry already knows this about you and couldn’t care because he loved telling you all the things he loves about you. 

Harry chirps in, “she is so good at deflecting. It’s a skill she’s mastered well.” 

You nudge his arm, making a shushing noise for exposing you openly like that.

“Not nice.”

He laughs, “I have one more compliment. Can I read it?” Harry doesn’t even let you answer before opening his mouth again. “I love your love for music, even if it’s not always mine.” 

Y/N giggles, reaching out to squeeze his hand quickly before letting go.

“Who’s your favorite right now, Y/N?” The producer asks. 

“Hmm…” you give yourself a moment to think of an answer when you see Harry rolls his eyes, already knowing what you’re going to say. “Bad Bunny.” 

“Don’t get her started,” Harry pleads. “I can only take so much.” 

“Oh, H hates it when I talk about music because our interests go everywhere, but we somehow always manage to find common ground. But, Benito just has the whole world captivated, including me. I’m a big fan. He has a big influence on his audience. It is amazing to see him use his platform to talk about important issues going on in the world. I’m trying to get out to a show soon.” You playfully raise your hand to your ear, making a ‘call me’ gesture into the camera. Harry doesn’t catch it, but you’ll know he’ll pout when you see the video back together. 

“You didn’t tell me that,” Harry gasps, shocked at the news. 

“I’m still trying to figure out a day, that’s why.” You playfully pinch his cheek as he huffs out a breath. 

“Moving on.” Harry turns to stare straight at the camera, “see what I mean.” 

Exercise Three: Hug for two minutes 

Harry beams a smile at the camera because he gets to hold you for two minutes. It may only be a short two minutes. It's not very long, but compared to the countless times of holding you for hours, sometimes even through the whole night. Just this morning when he woke up, his arms were wrapped around you and less than half an hour ago, he held on tightly to you in his dressing room, across from yours. 

“Ready, Bel?” Harry asks, his arms extended, ready to take her in his embrace. 

You don’t answer; instead, step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

It’s quiet the first few seconds, something you’re used to. Silence is something that has never bothered you and even less when it comes to Harry. Together you can sit in silence and enjoy having the presence of someone else with you without having to force a conversation.

Everything comes easy with Harry. 

You love that your head rests comfortably on his chest. It’s your favorite spot because you hear his heartbeat's steady rhythm. It’s why you love hugging him, as often as you let him be the little spoon, he always gives you cuddles throughout the day because he knows how much a hug from him soothes you. 

“She’s a good hugger,” Harry shouts, making the crew laugh. 

Time seems to move slowly when you’re in your favorite person’s arms. You managed to stay quiet the entire time until Harry called your name. 

“Bel?” He tries again. 

“Shush,” you whisper. “I’m comfortable.” 

Harry giggles, squeezing you tight for a second. 

A timer rings out loud, ending your two minutes, but you both linger for a few extra seconds. You feel your face warm and know that fans will go crazy for this tiny bit of PDA you offered. 

“How did you feel?” 

Harry gestured for you to answer first. You nudge him but do as he says. “It was nice. Harry runs warm, so I felt cozy.” 

He grins at the confession. More times than you can count, you told him that sleep manages to come easy when you’re wrapped in his arms. 

“Bel is an amazing hugger. She fits perfectly and rubs your back, making it much better.” He wears his smile with pride. 

“I think hugs are great. They are definitely under-appreciated,” you share. “If you ever have the chance to hug Harry, I suggest you take it.” You feel his eyes on you but don’t meet his gaze; instead, you stare straight at the camera giving the audience your best smile. 

Exercise Four: Trust fall 

“Trust fall is easy,” Harry assures you. “A piece of cake.” 

You try your best to hide your nerves, which comes easy as you’re a well-awarded actress. Lifting your head, you meet Harry’s eye and smirks, “oh, I’m not worried, darling.” 

Harry giggles loving your display of confidence. 

“You can start first then, Bel.” 

Harry has been acting too confident, and you want to keep him on his toes. As he counts down for you to go, you let yourself fall forward instead of falling backward. Harry panics and lunges for you, managing to wrap his arm around your waist, straightening you quickly.

Your laugh rings loud, eyes shut as Harry holds you against his chest. You can feel the pounding of his heart and uneven breaths. “Knew you’d save me.”

“You’re mean, Bel. So cruel.” He pouts as he lets you go preparing for you to fall the correct way this time. 

“Let’s do it. Serious now.”

You point to the camera recording your every move, “at least it’ll be caught on camera if he does happen to drop me.” 

Harry groans, “I won’t.” 

You close your eyes and cross your arms across your chest, take a second to take a deep breath, and then fall backwards. It felt like minutes but was only seconds because you feel strong arms around you. As you blink your eyes, Harry stares at you with a dimpled smile, proud to have caught you. 

“Hi,” you greet. 

“Caught you.” 

“Seems you always do.” 

A blush rises on Harry’s face as he shakes his head at you. You want him to kiss you. It’s all that’s missing from making this a romantic moment. Instead, he straightens you up and brushes his hands down the sides of your arms, telling you that he’s ready for his turn.

Harry stands in front of you, looking taller for some reason, and you feel the palm of your hands begin to sweat. 

“I think this has been a lot of fun. Trusting your friend is important, so I don’t think I’d do this with just anyone. Harry is honestly the best for doing this with me. If you didn’t already get that from this entire video, he's my best friend. He always sings for me. Who does that? And I bake vegan banana bread for him.” 

“You’re stalling,” Harry finally interrupts you. 

“Don’t be ridiculous.” 

“Bel.” His tone softens, and you let your shoulders drop. 

“Don’t want to drop you, H.” You whisper, but the microphone connected to you catches your confession. 

“You got this, love. I trust you.” 

You take a deep breath, shaking your arms and legs before putting on your game face. You can do this. 

“Do it, H. I got this.” 

Harry turns around, giving you a slight nod, and you smile back at him. It’s fair to say he knows you well because he stands still for a few seconds before letting himself fall back into your waiting arms. You let out a big “oof” when his weight falls on your outstretched arms. 

“You did it, Bel!” Harry lets you help him up, and in the next second, you’re in his arms as he spins you around. After a few spins, he sets you back down, he quickly presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“You’re heavier than I thought,” you share.

“Oi!” Harry gasps in shock. “You’re lucky I like you.” 

“The luckiest,” you agree.

The End

“Well, that was exhausting,” you say, pretending to wipe the sweat off your forehead. 

Harry nods, draping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you close to his side. “It was, but I think we passed.” 

“Oh, with flying colors.” 

“Proud of us.” He looks down at you, his bunny teeth smile on display for you. “We really are friends. Best friends.” 

You gasp in shock, “did you hear that?” Harry rolls his eyes at your dramatic act. “He called me his best friend. Take that, Mitch.” 

“Think Mitch is happy to pass me off.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you promise him. 

You and Harry stare at each other for a few seconds, then at the camera, back to each other. The laughter is pulled out of both of you simultaneously as you turn to wave goodbye to the cameras.

“Bye!” 

“Adios!” 

 “I love being your best friend,” Harry whispers as the cameras are cut off. 

//

thanks for reading, amores <3333 hope you enjoyed

a special thank you to @harrysgoldenbum who really helped me get this story ready.

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[gamerbearmira]

Protectors AU

Mirabel meets Bel

Mirabel was standing near the staircase when all of a sudden, a tile fell. She walks over to it, sits down, and leans over to pick it up but before she could, a familiar yet quiet voice was heard.

"don't touch that"

Mirabel jumps from the sudden noise and looks behind her. She freezes in place and stares at...herself.

"Hola Mirabel" the girl continued

"Who...who are you" Mirabel shuddered. Mirabel could tell this wasn't Camilo, the Aura around this entity was...strange.

" I'm bel...I'm here to...be your friend" Bel duly replied

"you're not possible...this isn't possible" Mirabel backed away

"ask your house" Bel motioned her hand to Casita's floor

Casita clicked and moved its tiles, clearly agreeing with Bel.

"let's talk Mira"

Mirabel and bel talked the entire night well...Mirabel asked questions all night and bel answered them.

"so casita made you?"

"yep"

"for me?"

"yep"

"wow...how long will you stay?"

"for however long you want me to Hermana"

"we're sisters?"

"if you want to be"

Mirabel was still finding it hard to believe but she was happy nonetheless. She still wanted to ask questions but she couldn't think of any at the moment.

"Are you ok, you seem a little sad?" Mirabel asks

"It's...just who I am Mira, how about we get some sleep" Bel was Mirabel's true feelings, she came from Casita, yes, but she also came from Mirabel's heart. Bel didn't feel like telling her that just yet.

"wait...will my family see you? also...I don't have another bed" Mirabel adds

"I can sleep on the floor Mira, and yes....they will" And with that, they went to sleep. Bel didn't necessarily need to sleep but she tried.

Casita was so happy that Bel was successful, they didn't plan on Bel being so...sad and dull in the clothes but hey Mirabel's happy. Breakfast was very surprising and eventful, to say the least.

Luisa meets Lulu

Luisa was getting ready to sleep but before she could, she felt something sit down on the edge of her bed.

She looked up and saw herself, who was...crying? at first, she thought it was Camilo but why would he do this right now? She sits up and examines what's happening in her room. While doing so Lulu looks back and sees her staring.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you it's just that...we need to talk" Lulu shyly says while wiping away some tears.

"Um...what's happening?" Luisa asks

"I'm a gift...from Casita, or a second gift in your case" she softly chuckles

"A second gift...why" Luisa questioned

"well...just to have someone to talk to from time to time I guess, to just have a friend" Lulu inquired

"Well...I guess that's cool um....what do you want to talk about?" She asked

"oh boy well...this will be a long talk so...how about you get some rest? I'll still be here don't worry" Lulu gestured

"oh...ok well um goodnight?"

"goodnight!" Lulu beamed "oh my name is Lulu by the way" she added.

Luisa didn't really sleep because well...you know why. She wasn't sure if this "Lulu" person. Sure she looked like her and sounded like her but this was still strange.

Lulu slept on the floor beside Luisa's bed. Luisa kind of felt bad but Lulu was sound asleep and snoring so she couldn't say anything. After a few hours of making sure Lulu wasn't a monster, Luisa went to sleep. Unaware of the events of tomorrow

Isabela meets Bela

Like everyone else, Isabela was getting ready for bed but before she could get in bed. Somebody was already sitting in it, Bela.

"Ugh...Camilo, I'm not in the-" she was cut off

"I'm not Camilo my name is Bela, and we have a lot to talk about" Bela had vines grab Isabela and throw her on the bed.

When Isabela regained herself Bela began to introduce herself a little more.

"Now that I have your attention, I'm Bela, I was made by Casita to help you with personal things and queue the questiooonsss now"

"....WHAT?" Isabela shouted

"yeah I know it's a lot to take in right now so I'll give you some time" Bela affirmed and layed down on Isabela's bed.

"where...how?"

"oh casita made me, they thought it would be a good idea for you to have someone to talk to" Bela explained

"talk to?...for what? what is happening?" Isa questioned

"we'll get to that in the morning, my energy is a little low, which is shocking since I was made by a magic house but what are ya gonna do, also while I'm sleeping I'll make myself temporarily invisible so you can't show Abuela I'm here...goodnight" Bela plopped her head down on the pillow and went to sleep.

"GOODNIGHT?"

Yeah, the "protectors" sleep like the dead so there's no waking them up. Only Casita wakes them up and it's hard for Casita to do it. I will be writing the yellow siblings next, and the triplets last.

Not gonna lie they’re. A lot better than me,p. Would’ve start screaming at the top of my lungs like a three year old 💀💀 ANYWAY. VERY COOL <333 Definitely an. Interesting conversation the next morning. But like what can you do. Mfs are crying too, why does Lulu lowkey remind me of Gyomei 😭😭

[flor-de-colores]

Hola mi amor, sé que ya no debería llamarte así porque ya no estás aquí conmigo, pero para mí sigues siendo mi amor; te extraño, y tal vez siempre te voy a extrañar, no entiendo cómo ha permanecido este sentimiento en mí, pasan los años y te sigo amando, sigo enamorada de tí, y no importa lo que pase en mi vida, lo que haga, o los pasos que voy dando, siempre sigue conmigo este amor hacia tí, y me sorprende, nunca había sentido esto por nadie, eres especial. Aún recuerdo tantas de las cosas que hacíamos, desde las cosas que hacíamos cuando íbamos a la escuela y eramos amigos, hasta las cosas más fuertes que hacíamos como pareja. Ese día que me acerqué a saludarte, sé que parecía bastante relajada, pero por dentro sentía como mi corazón iba demasiado rápido, recuerdo ver tu carita, tus ojos bonitos y tú sonrisa perfecta... Eres lo más bonito que he visto, y cuando me viste de esa manera, sentí que quería correr, para alejarme de tu encanto, porque ya no quiero caer.

(Es solo un poco de lo que me gustaría decirle a mi ex pareja, pero ya no sé cómo acercarme a él)

Bel.