#hola mon amour!!!

[gingerteafairy]

Bestie I had a fun idea because I loved your Dave w Spanish thoughts! I don’t speak any Spanish past hola, but I speak French and I always thought it would be funny to get a nerdy guy like that and offer to teach him French but it’s like sex things or French kissing instead! It also reminds me of Ten Things I Hate About You hehe

¡Hola! i had to do this sorry my comfort movie mentioned!!!! cameron/bianca is my roman empire, love 'em so much. this is my opportunity to use my duolingo french. dave's ecoute chérie coded

𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆-𝒎𝒐𝒊

dave lizewski x reader

tags n warnings: language, making out, french sentences are translated. word count: 3k masterlist versão brasileira

Dave sighed, his eyes fixed on you as he walked through the school hallways once more. Your every move was mesmerizing; the lightness with which your skirt moved as you walked, the way your hair swayed gently in the wind, like a whisper of silk. He inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet perfume that left an invisible trail through the hallway, marking its presence in a way that only he seemed to notice.

“No wonder she’s the most popular girl in school.” Marty observed, noticing Dave’s lost look.

“Snap out of it, Dave. This isn’t happening.” Todd said, slamming his locker shut, trying to get Dave’s attention, who seemed lost in his own world.

“Why not? I mean, she’s single. Think I have a chance,” Dave replied without looking away, his head still leaning against the locker, watching you descend the stairs with a grace that made his heart race. “My God, look at the way her feet move, almost like they’re dancing…”

“Okay. That was gross, but hey. I heard she needs a French tutor.” Todd commented, noticing the way Dave quickly turned to him, slamming his hand against the locker with more force than necessary.

“And why didn't you tell me that before?”

“It seems like her parents want her to be perfect at everything.” Marty continued, grabbing a book from his locker as he watched Dave with a mischievous grin.

“Yeah, they’re diplomats. And French is a required language for that kind of position.” Todd added, looking at Dave with a challenge.

“It’s because they’re rich, you know? And they expect her to be fluent in everything.” Marty added, noticing the new sparkle in Dave’s eyes.

“Yeah, Dave, she’s kind of an angel here.” Marty joked, smirking and grabbing a snack before slamming the locker shut. “Completely untouched. Out of our league. Maybe out of our planet.”

“That’s bullshit, ‘cause I planned everything.” Dave stated with a cocky grin, adjusting his coat as if it were a big reveal. “I’m gonna be her tutor. Professeur Lizewski, enchanté.”

“You?” Todd laughed, looking Dave up and down. “You don��t even know what a french kiss is.”

“He’s… Todd. He never kissed anyone. Trigger.” Marty whispered, gesturing with his hand around his neck.

“Hey, I know what I need to know. I got that from my Duolingo hits.” Dave replied defensively, crossing his arms and trying to sound more confident than he felt.

“You literally ignored me on Duolingo the whole fucking year.” Todd retorted, crossing his arms in defiance.

“Because I don’t want to learn latin. Have you ever seen a girl moaning in latin? That’s for nerds like us, who never kiss anyone.” Dave replied, rolling his ankles in a nonchalant manner. “Au revoir, mon amour.”

“It’s mon ami, asshole.” Todd corrected, rolling his eyes as he playfully punched Dave in the arm.

Dave returned home, full of determination. The idea of ​​learning French quickly and effectively seemed simple, but he soon discovered that the verbs were complicated, the sentence structures baffling, and the meaning of everything seemed to slip through his fingers. But he wouldn’t let that get him down. He was willing to do anything to get closer to you.

The next morning, he went straight to school, determined to be a French tutor. After talking to a few teachers and securing his signature, Dave headed to the library, hoping for the best. Or rather, the best he could get.

“Are you the French tutor?” Your voice sounded like a sweet whisper in the air, and Dave blinked rapidly, certain that his heart had skipped a beat.

“Yes. Yeah, that’s me. You can… sit down.” He hurried over, trying to look calm as he gestured to the chair next to him. You nodded with a smile, and Dave had trouble not swallowing hard.

Up close, you were even more mesmerizing. He already knew you were beautiful, but now, feeling the weight of your presence beside him, it was as if every detail of you was sculpted by Debret, painted by Renoir, exposed in the Louvre to leave him speechless. Your skin, your gaze, even the subtle way you arranged your hair. You looked like a painting he couldn't stop admiring.

“So... how's it going to be?” You asked, your eyes fixed on him with slight anxiety, your hands resting on your lap. He could see the effort to appear confident, but he also saw the vulnerability there, and that made him even more fascinated.

“We'll start with the basics.” Dave coughed, trying to disguise his heart, which seemed to want to come out of his mouth. He adjusted his position in the chair, trying to hide his nervousness. “So, what's your biggest difficulty?”

“Can I be honest?” You asked, your shoulders tensing slightly as you prepared to say something that seemed heavy.

“Sure.” He smiled, trying not to notice the movement of your cleavage that appeared when you bent over slightly.

“I know nothing.” You confessed, the sigh that escaped your lips conveying the relief of a weight being lifted.

Dave’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. Oh, he would be your salvation. He would make this happen, even if it was the last thing he did.

“Ne pas y aller de main morte.” He murmured, leaning back in his chair with a self-assured look, a twinkle in his eye.

“What was that?” You tilted your head, your eyes curious.

“I said I’ll do my best.” He smiled, his heart racing as she looked at him with bright, impressed eyes. The hours spent on learning thirty common expressions in French were finally paying off. “Okay. Let’s start with the simplest words. Then we’ll move on to phrases like this.”

And there he was, ready to show you that, despite not being an expert in French, he was determined to be the best tutor you could have.

“Okay.” You grinned, grabbing your notebook from your bag and getting ready to write down everything Dave was about to teach.

To be honest, he had no idea what he was doing, but somehow, his reasoning was the same as when he recorded game tutorials. It was working. He began to notice the changes in your gaze, which had previously seemed lost, and was now more attentive, absorbing the words that came out of his mouth with visible interest.

But what made him most proud was seeing how you wrote everything down with your impeccable handwriting. He almost got lost in the soft strokes of your handwriting, in the detail of the ink stain that appeared on the corner of your hand, where he had accidentally touched it. He marked you. And that was good. Very good.

Classes soon became part of the routine. Twice a week, always at the same time. You were his only student, and honestly, he didn't complain one bit about it. He loved every moment alone with you, even if it was only for an hour every Tuesday and Thursday. He no longer knew if he was living for classes or anxiously awaiting Tuesdays to arrive.

"No... yeah. Wait, that's not how you write it." He said, leaning slightly closer, looking at the word you had just written. “It’s S’il vous plaît. You wrote vus.”

“Oh, shit…” You cursed under your breath, scribbling the word and correcting the mistake.

“No need to stress. You’re just getting started.” He reassured, noticing how you even improved the handwriting of the word as you corrected the mistake. “And to be honest, you’re pretty good.”

“I had the best teacher.” You praised, looking at him with a smile that made Dave’s heart beat faster. He flinched a little, realizing how close he was to you now. “You’re so patient.”

“No, I’m just… doing my job.” He shrank back further, heat rising to his face, an unmistakable blush he couldn’t hide.

“No, seriously. I know what I’m talking about.” You laughed, setting the pen aside, your eyes shining. “All the teachers my parents put me in were boring and I never learned anything. Not even a S’il vous plaît.”

“Really? That’s… terrible.” He replied, scratching the back of his head, trying to disguise his own shyness with an attempt at empathy.

“Yeah. But you’re great. I’m making great progress.” You smiled. “Can we have another class this week?”

“Another?” Dave choked, grabbing the back of his hair as if to grab onto something to steady himself. “Yeah… whenever you want. I mean… are you free tomorrow at this time?”

“No, I have piano lessons on Friday…” you replied, the disappointment veiled in your voice, as if you were disappointed about it.

“Oh, piano. Sure. Of course…” he mumbled, feeling a hint of frustration, but trying to hide it.

“But we can continue now and learn more… French.” You suggested, your hand tightening the hem of your skirt with visible nervousness, which made Dave feel even more anxious.

“What? Oh. Right. How?” He asked, not fully understanding the change in direction of the conversation.

“Have you ever French kissed?” You asked, with a mischievous smile on your face, which made Dave freeze for a moment.

“What?” He exclaimed, speaking louder than he intended, and immediately covered his mouth, remembering that they were in the library. 

He ran his hand over his face, trying to calm his heart, which seemed to want to come out of his mouth. When he looked at you again, he realized that you were also beet-red. You looked down at the floor as the embarrassment drowned you like a sea wave, before reaching out for his hand, your eyes meeting Dave’s again, a soft glow and a persistent smile.

“Do you wanna try?” You asked, your eyes lingering on his mouth before returning to his gaze, your lips slightly curved in a shy but determined smile.

“I…” Dave sighed, his gaze quickly scanning the library. There was no one around, and the area they were in was more secluded. A plus for his pathological shyness. “I will, if you want, and if it’s not… you know… uncomfortable.”

Doubt and desire were as present in his eyes as in the soft expression of your voice, and he knew, at that moment, that nothing would be the same after that simple question. You leaned forward, silencing him with your lips on his with a feather-like peck. Dave took a deep breath, tightening his fingers on the chair. You pulled away to look at him, your parted lips looking at you through your eyelashes.

“Embrasse-moi [kiss me.]” You replied, licking your lips.

“Avec plaisir[with pleasure],” He whispered, enjoying the texture of your mouth. Dave swallowed hard, raising a hand to tuck a strand of your face behind your ear.

He licked his own lips, moving closer carefully, giving you the opportunity to pull away, but you were still there, eyes closed, just waiting for him.

He closed his eyes and kissed you, parting your lips slightly and taking your lower one to suck carefully. You did the same to him and opened your mouth a little wider to introduce your tongue. Dave moaned, almost falling apart at the touch. He did the same, although he had no idea what he was doing, just following your lead.

You touched his curls, so soft like plush, resting your hand on his jaw, which moved as he deepened the kiss. Your taste was similar to your perfume, he loved it. But not as much as you loved Dave's taste. It was like chemistry, explosive and with the right ingredients.

The kiss was broken naturally, both of you looking at each other through your eyelashes, the heat between you evident that didn't need to be said. You were still close, very close. And as if calling for another round, you approached for another kiss. This time, Dave's hand was on your waist, almost at the crease of your hip. The fabric of the dress that molded your body was soft in his hands. Blessed be the design that made polyester look so good on you.

Your other hand flew over to his shoulder. It was firm, strong, rigid with work. It slid again to his collarbone, between his chest, up to his biceps, squeezing between your fingers. It was even better. Again, you pulled away. Even hotter. Burning.

And you wanted more.

Closing your eyes again, your mouth opened wider. Dave was getting the hang of it, having more courage to mark your skin and pull your lip between his teeth. Something he didn't even know he was capable of. Much less being able to know that your body was warm, with a heavenly smell that, somehow, he knew what it was. You were excited. For him.

"Excuse me, dear students." The librarian's hoarse voice brought you back to reality, like a bucket of cold water. That brief magical moment was interrupted, and the two of you pulled away instantly, wiping your mouths in a hurry, as if nothing had happened. "What do you think this place is, exactly?"

“A library, ma’am.” Dave answered quickly, lowering his head, trying to hide the wave of embarrassment that was taking over him. You, in turn, lowered your face, trying to hide the heat that was rising in your cheeks, sinking into the table.

“Well, I thought it was a motel, by the amount of sighs, moans and annoying kissing noises that were echoing around here.” She scoffed, shaking her head with an air of pure indignation. Her sharp gaze seemed to descend on you both like a blade.

“No, ma’am. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” Dave promised, his voice nervous, his palm sweaty, a drop running down his temple. He tried to control the tremor that threatened to invade his voice, but the embarrassment was stronger.

“Well, I hope so.” The librarian hissed, leaning in to analyze the two of you with an appraising look, as if she was about to detect another mistake. She turned and walked away, her high heels clicking down the hallway, the sound of the chair indicating that she was sitting at her station again.

Dave let out the breath he had been holding as if he had escaped from a nightmare. He threw himself on the table, resting his head on his arms, and for a moment, it seemed like the world could go on. You turned your head, and it was impossible for him not to notice the smile that formed on your face, even with all the shame still stamped on it.

“Oh my God, I was so nervous,” You whispered, the low laugh escaping your lips, muffled by shame, but impossible to contain. “.I thought It was my last day on earth.”

“Don’t even start. You just bent down and I had to face it alone.” He whispered back, approaching you, still feeling the adrenaline of the situation.

“Mon héro.” You flirted with a disconcerting lightness, your hair falling over your face in a way that seemed to even collaborate with the little secret shared between the two of you, which made Dave smile, as if he couldn’t believe it was happening. 

“Ne pas faire d’omelette sans casser des oeufs.” He shrugged, scratching out his best French accent, trying to ease the tension.

“I think I get that one. You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.” You replied with a smile, your eyes shining at the pride that sparked in Dave’s eyes. He had really taught you something. That seemed… important to him.

“Je te drague là. [I’m flirting with you]” He winked, as if French was the magic key to melting away any remaining embarrassment. The surprise? It was working.

“Tu me plais. [I’m into you],” you confessed, biting your lip with a mischievous smile, the feeling of flirting in French making the conversation even more electrically charged.

“Yeah?” Dave repeated, his eyes playing with yours, completely captivated by the way you were looking at him.

You moved even closer, your bodies almost touching, and his lips so close to yours that you could feel the heat of each other. “Tu es très sexy [You’re so sexy].” You whispered kittenish, and honestly, it didn’t even need to be translated.

“Oh, don’t talk like that… S’il vous plaît. J’ai envie de toi [I want you],” he confessed, his eyes closing as he felt your fingers caressing his hair, a sly smile forming on his lips. “Je peux t’inviter à sortir? [Can I ask you out?]” He asked, his voice full of shy but intense desire.

“Oui. Je n’arrête pas de penser à toi [Yes. I can’t stop thinking about you.].” You smirked, your eyes shining with joy as you moved even closer, placing a quick peck on his lips. 

Dave closed his eyes, still feeling the taste of the kiss in the air, and when he slowly opened them, he couldn't resist. He got closer once more, returning the kiss with the same intensity, but now with the certainty that nothing would be the same.

“Where did you learn those phrases?” He asked, his eyes fixed on yours, a mixture of surprise and admiration.

“You're not the only one who learns French to flirt.” You laughed softly, teasing him with your gaze. And, in that moment, he knew that it didn't matter how imperfect your French was. He wanted to be your teacher for the rest of his life. Actually, for you to be his teacher.

[livelaughlovefootball]

he really is a pleasure to look at.

[kokorose]

Karma is my Boyfriend- CL16 smau

Charles Leclerc x gasly!reader

Summary: when your boyfriend cheats, you find comfort in your brother best friend!

A/n: I had posted this months ago but it was accidentally labeled Mature so here it is.

This has a follow up story called “Lover”. It’s a Lando story

Google translate french

Faceclaim: Ester Exposito

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ItsYnGasly: Sorry the old Yn can’t come to the phone right now… why? Oh because she’s dead.

It’s not as if the last 3 months have been full of lies.

Photo creds: Ybffusername

Comments:

Username: 3 months ?!? HE was cheating for 3 months?!?

Username: She’s in her Reputation era!!!

Pierre Gasly: quelle merde (what a piece of shit)

Ybffusename: get his ass you sexy bitch 😈😈

YukiTsunoda: let me hit him with my race car pls

ItsYnGasly: I’m very tempted but sorry Yuki I can’t have my favorite chef go to jail

DanielRicciardo: Get that fucker YN!!

LandoNorris: months?!?! Yn why didn’t I know?!?

Carlossainz55: yeah Yn months?!?

ItsYnGasly: because I barely stopped Pierre when he found out.

Username: Yn’s friendship with the grid is amazing!!

charlesleclerc16: his brain needs to be studied because how could he choose some girl over you?

Username: CHARLES?!?

ItsYnGasly posted to her story / charlesleclerc16 posted to his story

(a/n these are separate posts just mashed together due to media limit)

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ItsYNGasly: Hola Cancún

charlesleclerc16: 🥰

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charlesleclerc16: Cancún

ItsYnGasly: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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ItsYnGasly: so this is what love feels like 🥰

Tagged: mon amour

Comments:

Pierre Gasly: 🤮🤮🤮

ItsYnGasly: 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

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Username: excuse me Yn who is that man?!??

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Username: who is “my love” yn?!

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Username: charles in the likes!

Username: guys did you see Charles post?!? I think the guy is Charles!!!

Username: WhAt?!?

Username: yeah he posted a girl with blonde hair and also a similar picture

charlesleclerc16 posted

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charlesleclerc16: loving you is easy mon ange( my angel)

Tagged: mon ange

Comments:

Pierre Gasly: 😮😮

ArthurLeclerc: is that who I think it is??????

LorenzoLeclerc: If so maman is gonna be happy! It’s not as if she’s been planning your wedding since you were little!

charlesleclerc16: LORENZO!!

LorenzoLeclerc: what?! It’s true!

PierreGasly: 😨

Username: omg not the brothers basically confirming that it is Yn!!!

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ItsYnGasly: Karma is my boyfriend 🥰🥰

Tagged: charlesleclerc16

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Ybffname: hi

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Username: ooohhh and she brought the TSwift lyric out!

[somethingsomethingwords]

Hello everybody. Long time no see, but it's been one of those months, you know. This was something I've been thinking about for a while, but I only finished it because of @nico-di-genova. So this is for you honey.

As always thanks to everyone for reading. Enjoy 💜

Everything was going great. Fernando was at a party, where people were drinking and having fun. All around him, the younger drivers were finally decompressing, enjoying the alcohol, the food and the company.

At the center of the sea of people, there was the brightest star of the night.

Lance had finally won a race, and he was celebrating as loudly as he could, sandwiched between Esteban and Mick.

He envied the joy written all over their faces, and how close they were.

He loved the sport, even after his fake retirement, even after all those years, but there was something about maiden wins that still no other win could recreate.

Jóder, soy tan viejo was thinking Nando, when someone tapped his shoulder.

"I think it's late enough, no?" asked Pierre, and it really was getting late, and the trio seemed to be losing energy.

"Yeah, sounds about right. How about we split them? I'm taking Mick, and you take your teammates?" said Lewis, already stepping towards the boys.

Pierre started following him, muttering some curses that would have made blush a sailor. Nando snorted at the scene, and looked as the Brit took the German, while the French men started bickering.

The Canadian was looking around, confused after losing his partners in crime, but then he turned towards Fernando and smiled, slowly making his way towards the Spanish.

"Hola Lancito. Want to go?" asked Nando, seeing the younger man swinging slightly on his feet.

"I lost Estie and Mickie. Où sont-ils?"

Half drunk out of his mind, and he was still worried about his friends. Lance's loyalty really knew no bounds.

"They're ok, with Lewis and Pierre. I will take you home." and with that, he placed his hand on the younger's lower back.

The reaction was immediate. Lance's whole body shivered and pressed against his side, lowering his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"Too loud. Je veux du silence"

"Oui mon amour. Let's go somewhere quiet" his French was heavily accented, but Lance seemed satisfied enough.

Nando guided the other man to his car, and drove them to their shared hotel, while Lance napped with his face against the window and his neck in a weird position.

When they arrived, Fernando struggled a little to wake the other enough to put him vertically in the elevator and walk to his room. At the door, Lance refused to lean against the doorframe, and settled only when he was hugging Fernando. "Warm" was the only word he said.

"Lance, I need the key"  Fernando spoke softly.

"Poche" just answered the taller man, with no visible intention to loosen the embrace.

Fernando tried to be respectful, and to not feel the solid curve pressed against his hand. He soon found the key in his back pocket, and opened the door.

Once they were both in, he quickly realised that Lance would not move further, so he just put him on the bed, and went to take a glass and fill it with water.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Lance half naked.

"Where are your pants?" he asked, voice an octave too high, almost dropping the glass, before setting it on a nightstand.

"Lost them. Too hot" he shrugged.

Then, even more bafflingly, he started giggling.

"What is now?" he asked, fondly looking as Lance tried to take off his shirt without opening a single button. He succeeded, but his hair was now a fluffy mess.

"You remind me of Nano"

The use of his nickname surprised Fernando. The younger man refused using it, always sticking with his full name. Then the absurdity of it all hit him, and he started giggling as well.

"Ah, s��? How so?"

He was getting curious, sue him.

"It's your voice. It's soft and warm. Would listen for hours"

Fernando wasn't expecting this answer, but it melted his heart anyway.

"Mhhh. Then want a bedtime story?"

Any more time spent with Lance was a gift and a surprise wrapped in wonder. He was not going to deny himself this experience, even only for blackmail reasons. Jokingly, he was done with mind games and tricks. He would never do them again, especially not against Lance.

"Nah. A secret"

"A secret, mh? Let's trade. You tell me, I tell you" if Fernando was going to indulge him, at least it was going to be funny.

"Ça va...Ah, oui, daccord, j'en ai un. I like him so much" and then started giggling again.

Fernando felt like all of his body had gone stone cold, and couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe what the other told him. But before he could say anything, Lance nestled in the sheets, and softly said while closing his eyes:

"I like him soooooo much, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's ok, don't think I'd deserve him. What we have, it's special. It is enough"

And with this, he was done for the day.

And he wasn't the only one. Fernando felt like he was going to explode, too many thoughts in his head and words on his tongue, with no one to talk to. He could feel his hair turning gray.

But a single look to that peaceful face, and his heart stopped beating erratically. Everything was going to be alright. They could face this together.

This and more, hopefully.

They were going to solve this tangled mess, but first they both needed to rest.

So he left a note for Lance, simply writing "Call me in the morning. -FA" on a piece of paper and leaving it on top of Lance's phone, where he was sure the other man would see it, and then he left the room, dreaming of his own bed and a restful night of sleep.

---

He was never going to win another GP ever again, if the results were the pounding headache and the rancid taste in his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the half opened blinds, and looked around.

Thanks to some sort of divine intervention, he had made it to the hotel safe and sound.

He got up and went to the bathroom, peeing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

When he came back to the bedroom, he started looking for his phone. He almost missed it, but then noticed it was just half covered by a yellow post-it. It simply said "Call me in the morning. -FA".

Ok, so he probably would have to thank Fernando for making it to his bed unscathed. He tried to think about the night before, especially trying to remember his interaction with the Spanish driver.

At first, he couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, then it hit him.

An echo of his own giggle, soft brown eyes, the whisper of a "like him so much".

Oh, no.

Oh no.

He had done it. He confessed, and now Fernando was going to be overly amused about it. Or overly nice, and Lance didn't know what was worse.

Rejection was always a bitch, but basically having to live with your unrequited crush for 24 week-ends? That was going to be a nightmare to go through for all parts involved.

Or maybe just for Lance, with his stupid feelings and his too-hopeful heart.

Ugh, Lance just didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to call Fernando and be done with all of this. On the other, he wanted to pretend nothing happened, and everything was fine and normal and good.

He sighed, because deep down he knew he was going to have to talk with Fernando, if he liked it or not.

Ok, let's analyze. He knows I like him, and still wants to talk to me. So, he is going to reject me kindly, at least. Ok, we can totally take it like champs. Basic rule still applied: no tears in front of him. It should be quick and painless. Ok, we can do this.

So he took his time in the shower, and ordered a healthy if slightly generous breakfast.

When he was done, he brushed his teeth, wore his comfort hoodie and left his room in a controlled chaos.

One mess at a time: first his love life, then his room.

He knew that Fernando's room was the one across from his, so he didn't even bother calling. He simply knocked.

When the door opened, Lance was sure he had hit his head badly the night before. Maybe the possible concussion and heavy hepatic failure led him to an early grave.

But if death meant he could get to see a still semi-wet Nando, covered just by a tiny towel low on his hips, well, he lived a rich and full life, if a little short.

He could feel himself staring, but also couldn't take his eyes off the view.

He just waited for the self-combustion to take him.

Then he heard a light chuckle, and a hand gently gripped his sleeve, pulling him inside.

When the subject of his awe turned his back on him, walking to the adjacent kitchenette, his brain seemed to be back online.

He shook his head and closed the door behind himself like a particularly stupid rabbit that voluntarily enters the den of a particularly fascinating fox.

Fernando must have known how nervous he was feeling, because he gave him a glass of water and led him to the couch.

"Wait here, I'll be right back" said the Spanish man, leaving Lance alone, stunned and with the glass still in his hand.

You're being ridiculous, grow a pair and just talk like the adult you supposedly are, a voice in his head that sounded like his sister's gently scolded him.

He drank the water while waiting, and felt slightly better.

When Fernando re-entered the room, calm and collected and clothed, Lance waited until he was seated before looking him in the eyes and starting speaking.

"Thank you for last night. For bringing me here safely, I mean"

Not the smoother transition ever, but Fernando had to be used to how stilted he sounded, and would appreciate it anyway.

"No need to. We are friends, no?" he asked with something in his eyes that Lance couldn't describe, but that made him want to talk more.

"About that... I also wanted to say sorry if I said something weird yesterday"

See Chloe? He was actually talking about things that embarrassed him instead of forever avoiding them. Well, not really being super specific, but small progress was still progress.

"Hmm... And what are you referring to?"

The bastard was actually going to make him say the words. Well, in for a penny...

"That I like you"

Lance could feel his cheeks heating up and could no longer stand Fernando's gaze, so he moved his eyes until he was watching a particularly boring patch of carpet.

"Lance, look at me"

It only took those four words, spoken in a tone so gentle and warm to bring Lance's eyes back to Fernando's.

"Why are you apologizing? Did you lie?" he asked softly.

"No" he half shouted, and then flinched because of the reaction. "No, I do like you" he said, exhaling.

"Then what are you apologizing for?"

Fernando could be soft when he wanted, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.

"I didn't want to offend you" and also didn't want you to really know, because it's embarrassing and you deserve better and I can't be normal about this nor you.

He didn't say the words, but Fernando must have been able to hear them anyway, because he responded firmly.

"You didn't"

That lifted a huge weight from Lance's shoulders. Maybe this partnership could still be saved.

"Ok. Good, I'm glad" he was being awkward and subtly twisting his fingers. But nothing escaped Fernando's attention.

Seeing how the younger man was spiralling in his own thoughts, he didn't hesitate, reaching out to him and taking a hold of his hands.

"There is no need to be nervous. Just tell me again, tell me properly"

Lance could see in his eyes the want and the patience and something else.

They were in this together, he suddenly realised.

You are not alone anymore, said his mental Chloe.

He inhaled as much air as he could, held it and then exhaled. He found the strength he needed in a pair of brown eyes that were already looking in his own.

"I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I like you. I like how you drive, how you give feedback on the car and how you are always, no matter what, the best. But that's just racing stuff. I like how you compliment me, how you never made me feel less than, or just a spoiled kid, how you make me feel. But those are selfish reasons. I like how kind you are with kids, how ready you are to help any of the other drivers. But most importantly, I like you, Fernando Alonso, two times world champion, menace on and off track, mentor and teammate and friend and so much more. I like you, Nando"

He barely finished talking that there was a pair of lips on his own, soft and warm and gentle.

He realised he closed his eyes only when he opened them, and in front was Fernando, bright and shining and perfect in every way that mattered. To Lance, at least.

"You made me wait a long time, no? Let's not waste anymore" he said before diving in a second kiss that was hot and passionate and demanding.

Fernando broke the kiss and stood up, starting to walk, and Lance could only follow the man leading him towards his bed, and towards a life together.

[ullbeinmyheart]

✨⠀｀⠀une lettre pour mon amour. ⠀⠀›⠀⠀🤍

Hola mi amor hermoso, mi cielo y mi todo. Hoy te escribo una carta por qué desde la última vez que te escribí han pasado muchas cosas muy importantes y quería decirte lo feliz y tan enamorada que me tienes. Este mes de noviembre ha sido uno de los mejores no solo porque pude pasar mi cumpleaños con una persona tan hermosa como tú, ni por que recibí los mejores regalos y detalles de tu parte sino que fue más por el hecho de poder escuchar “Te amo” por primera vez de tu parte, ese día fue como un sueño, la canción fue hermosa y yo no podía estar más que enamorada por todo ello, tanto que no cabía de felicidad y no me imaginaba que días después oficialmente nos convertimos en novios, me pongo a pensar en eso y, dios, que afortunada me siento de tenerte a mi lado. Sin duda no lo veía venir pero fue lo más bello que me pudo pasar, fue la cereza del pastel.

Mi amor por ti crece cada día, me siento cómoda, amada, y en confianza a tu lado. Cada día estoy más convencida de que me saqué la lotería por tener al mejor novio que puede existir y es que cada día que pasa me derrites con cada detalle, con tus besos, con tu calidez, eres todo lo que busqué y todo lo que quiero.

Sé que ahora tienes días algo pesados y a veces me siento algo frustrada por no poder cambiar algo al respecto pero sabes que siempre estoy para animarte y brindarte mi amor en todo momento por que te amo y quiero que estés bien y feliz. Tú eres muy fuerte e inteligente y estoy orgullosa de ti, has pasado por momentos algo complicados estos días sin mencionar el trabajo, pero has podido superarlo cada vez, y yo estoy aquí brindándote las mejores vibras y amor.

Te adoro, me encantas, te quiero, me fascinas y te amo, eres mi todo, mi cielo, mi nutria hermosa, mi corazón, mi razón de ser,mi alma gemela, mi otra mitad, mi Vash hermoso.

Te amo y soy muy feliz a tu lado.

— Con mucho amor, Irina.

[f4y3w00d5]

bonjour mon amour *smol smooch*

hola mi amorr *another smol smooch*

ola meu amor *anotherr smol smooch*

i just said hello my love in 3 of my languages >:3

(can be /p or not i dont care)

:00000 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

*falls over*

[starsanova]

HOLA HELLO SALUT HI LOLA MON AMOUR!! 💞💐 i was just passing by to let you know i appreciate you a lot, you have given me one of the warmest welcomes to this blog ever and i’m so thankful. i hope you have a beautiful day <33

★ ─ STEPH!!! MY ANGEL!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! I really appreciate you too, and it's no problem you are an amazing person and deserve all the love in the world and I'm glad I can give you a small fraction of the love you deserve <33 also thank you for the cookies, I shall me stealing that meme (and your heart as well 😉) have an amazing day as well my love 🫶🏼

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: September 23, 2014

Lyrics (Spanish):

Dame solo una vez

Solo quiero otra vez

Te juro, me marcho después

No pienso jugar a ser juez

Seducido, yo me rindo a tus pies

Sé que yo lo, sé que te lo

Puedo traducir en inglés

Si quieres I will try

Pero prefiero decirte en francés

¿Vous, vous voulez vous coucher, mon amour?

Dites moi, c'est moi qui après vais partir demain

Il faut t'oublier, je te dis au revoir

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor, uh-yeah

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor

¿Cómo paro el dolor?

Dímelo, por favor

No quiero perder el control

Ahogando mi pena en alcohol

Y dejando que me ganes de un gol

Deja que en ti, deja que en mí

Prenda la llama otra vez

Si quieres let my try

Pero prefiero decirte en francés

¿Vous, vous voulez vous coucher, mon amour?

Dites moi, c'est moi qui après vais partir demain

Il faut t'oublier, je te dis au revoir

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor, uh-yeah

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor

Me vuelve loco

De la forma en que besa poco a poco

Perdona si al marcharme me equivoco

Pero esta noche te tengo que dejar (sí, suavecito)

Loco

De la forma en que besas poco a poco

Perdona si al marcharme me equivoco

Pero esta noche te tengo que dejar

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor, uh-yeah

Adiós

Te tengo que decir adiós

Me estoy volviendo loco (¡loco!)

Loco, loco, loco (¡loco!), loco por tu amor (¡vámonos!)

Lyrics (English):

Te tengo que decir adiós

Ay, Dios mío, qué novela

Just give me a chance for final romance

I'm not a judging man

Your love is so advanced

You got me begging on my knees and my hands

You got me so stressed, it's hard to forget

How to seduce in English

Baby I want you bad

So why do you make it so hard to say yes

You, you, you got me feeling like I don't know

If I wanna stay, if I wanna go

I think I've lost all my control

You got me feeling loco

Adiós

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

My heart's on the floor

Thirsty for more

I promise I'll walk out the door

Just give me one last pour

Drowning my sorrows in whiskey shots

Wish I could say no, wish I could just go

But you got my sentimento

Goddamn, I want you bad

If you want me to say, baby just let me know

You, you, you got me feeling like I don't know

If I wanna stay, if I wanna go

I think I've lost all my control

You got me feeling loco

Adios

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

I'm going loco

Baby don't you know I'm going loco

You got me feel crazy I don't know

If I should stay, if I should go

Loco

Baby don't you know I'm going loco

You got me feel crazy I don't know

If I should stay, but I have to go

Songwriter:

Adios

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

Hola que se dice adiós

Got me going loco

Loco, loco, loco

Crazy for your love

Adios

Martin Enrique / Romero Manzanares Yotuel Omar / Rayo Gibo Antonio

SongFacts:

👉📖

[carretera-de-mis-suenos]

Mendoza, retour des problèmes à la ruta del vino 🍷

Hola todos,

Nous sommes arrivés à Mendoza le 9 avril après une remontée progressive. Nous avions prévu d'y rester quelques jours, le temps de voir un peu la ville et de réparer nos barres de toit.

En effet, lors d'une halte dans un parking de supermarché, un mystérieux homme à bouc, chapeau et lunettes de soleil s'est introduit dans notre véhicule pour le garer. Le malandrin a commis son méfait sans remarquer une grosse barre métallique située pile au niveau de notre tente de toit. Nos barres porteuses n'ont pas tenu le coup et ont été fortement endommagées. Malheureusement l'homme a pris la fuite. Il est apparemment très dangereux et se fait surnommer "Don Loco" par les citoyens. Nous avons pu obtenir son portrait capturé par la police locale. Si vous le voyez dans votre entourage, n'agissez pas seul et contactez les autorités compétentes.

Après ce malencontreux accident. L'arrivée à Mendoza était plus que nécessaire. Après des heures dans un ripiot frauduleux et plusieurs litres de sueur, nous sommes arrivés dans la ville de toutes les promesses.

Installés dans notre planque, nous étions prêts à réparer notre destrier et à prendre Don Loco en filature.

La chance n'étant pas de notre côté, nos recherches de barres de toit n'ont pas été fructueuses et nous avons dû prendre la décision d'aller à Santiago pour sauver le toit du Doudi Cuatro.

Mais alors que l'ont traversait un boulevard pour rejoindre le QG, le moteur de notre camioneta a subitement lâché. Encore un coup des mafiosos !

Dépités, nous avons trouvé un garage pour essayer de régler le problème. Après une annonce de 550€ de frais, 3 crises cardiaques et 5 nervous breakdown, nous avons compris que notre pompe a essence était morte et qu'il nous faudrait attendre un bon moment à Mendoza pour que ce soit réparé. Heureusement, le garagiste était un amour !

Moi et mon acolyte avons donc pris la décision de stopper la traque de Loco et sa bande pour profiter de la ville et de la route des vins.

On m'a fait la remarque que mon acolyte ressemblait étrangement à Loco... Les gens sont vraiment paranos 🙄.

Un soir, nous avons aussi retrouvé Audrey et Julie, les deux françaises qui avaient accompagné Charles sur le trek Huemul. Elles sont super, même si je les soupçonne de faire partie de la bande à Loco.

Le Doudi Cuatro est enfin réparé, on reprend la route mardi matin le temps que les transferts de plata 💵 (o plomo? 🔫) se fassent (Western Union oblige).

Je vous raconte la suite de nos aventures rapidement.

Besitos,

Luna

[haovran]

          Su mirada se encuentra con la muy amarilla del felino quien desde que se había sentado junto a la barra no le quitaba los ojos de encima, hace sonar la cuchara en la taza mientras menea el café  ❝ ¿Qué quieres? ❞ cuestiona, apoyando su barbilla sobre sobre su mano, el gato mantiene la pose, porte estoico y a la vez malhumorado, los movimientos de la cola siendo constantes y enérgicos, casi como si estuviera reclamando algo, por un segundo cree que puede ser el cambio, a pesar de que ya han pasado semanas, y de que los tres parecían haberse adaptado bien. Pasos resuenan por el pasillo, anunciando la entrada de la rubia, Cheshire se pone de pie al verla aparecer dentro de su campo visual, lanzando un maullido. Frunce un poco el ceño ❝ Ese sonó muy lastimero . . . ❞  pronuncia, dando al tiempo un golpecito sobre la nariz del gato, este manteniendo su mirada en sylvie  ❝¿Qué pasó con ustedes?❞ pregunta, girándose para encontrarse con la muchacha. ( 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧: @herzvie​ )        

[jinsvol]

🧸 para darle tu premio a mi musa. ft. @sevlene​​  

               Abre su boca, formando casi a la perfección una “o” ante aquel repentino obsequio pues ha sido el único detalle que ha logrado tener aquel día  ❝ ¡Muchas gracias! ❞ exclama emocionada mientras toma en sus manos el objeto, se apresura a tomar la muñeca a la muchacha y así jalarla consigo  ❝ Vamos al tiro al blanco, te juro que en eso soy buenísima y podré darte un buen obsequio yo también. ❞   

[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.

[ullbeinmyheart]

✨⠀｀⠀notre deuxième mois ensemble, mon amour｡. ⠀⠀›⠀⠀🤍

Hola mi amor hermoso, hoy cumplimos dos meses ¿Puedes creerlo? como es que el tiempo pasa tan rapido. Quiero decirte que soy la mas feliz estando a tu lado, me encanta poder compartir cada momento y cada instante a tu lado, nunca me imaginé poder amar de nuevo ni mucho menos poder encontrar a alguien tan maravilloso como tú, sin duda fuiste una coincidencia hermosa, agradezco que el destino me tuviera deparado algo tan precioso. Solo quiero recordarte lo mucho que te amo, lo especial que eres para mi, eres mi todo y puede que sea ideas mias pero ese amor y ese cariño crece cada dia, eres mi parte favorita del dia, eres mi hogar y mi vida entera. Te amo, mi rey de chocolate.

— Irina.

[morticia-707]

Some Random woman in NY:*Pointing* That's them officer! Those three are the ones who are British unironically! Take them away!

William:*Spits his tea* Shit... Sherl they've found us...

Sherlock: I am aware.

William: deploy the accents.

Sherlock: Of course.

William:*Suddenly with French accent* Oui Oui

Sherlock,Who has been looking at William with literal heart eyes: Mon amour

William: *Turns towards Sherlock* Mon Chèri.

Sherlock: Mon précieux..

William: Ma vie..

Billy, who jumps in between them: HOLA!- Wait...

[sirisuorionblack]

Hello! Can I request a sirius black x reader imagine? Y/n is really close friends with James. James figure out that y/n and sirius have a crush on each other and in an attempt to get sirius to make a move on them, James act touchy and cuddly with y/n so sirius will get jealous. It gets messy but with a fluffy ending!

I hope that makes sense, have a lovely day!

Not my type

Sirius Black x Reader

Summary - It was difficult watching your best friends pin after each other yet never do anything about it, and James, exhausted of it, decided to take matters into his own hands and what weapon more powerful than Jealousy could be used.

Warnings - one mention of claustrophobia, cursing.

A/N Hello! It was really wonderful writing this and I hope this is what you expected. I am really sorry if it wasn't. Have a good read!

“Morning, Ladies and Gentlemen,” Sirius said, taking a seat next to Remus in the great hall. The buzzing of students chatting with their friends fueled his energetic mood.

“Ladies and gentlemen?” James asked, looking around him and under the table, confused and ignoring the heavy presence next to him. You glared at him and punched his arm, “Piss off!”

Sirius felt as his mood dropped along with his smile when he watched James laugh and wrap his arm around you. Your irritated expression melting into a smile. He was sick of it, he was sick of the feeling arising in the pit of his stomach whenever James and you subconsciously were close. Some would say it was something that was similar to the affection from a sibling but to Sirius’ ill eyes they always seemed bad and he hated the feeling.

Sirius would be a fool if he thought James didn’t see the glint pop out of his bright eyes. A dull grey replacing the sparkling ones. James was something much, much more than just a best friend. Spending almost every waking moment like conjoint twins had its own perks. He was able to tell just when it all started. He noticed how Sirus’ eyes would fix themselves to yours while you were speaking to Remus, a small smile forming on his face unknowingly. He, fortunately, also noticed you. The lift in your mood when Sirius was around was such a big clue, along with the silent cursing when someone flirted with Sirius.

So, now, it was time to be the one who James bragged to be. The best wingman since circa 1975.

The situation for the first trick of the mission was given to him the very evening. You, Sirius and Peter, sat together in the three-seat Gryffindor couch when James returned from his quidditch practice.

“Hola, mon amour!” James said, struggling to take a seat between Sirius and you. He knew if he had seen his best friend’s reaction, they would certainly be one of annoyance and with a triumphant grin he turned towards you.

“First of all! Move, jerk! This is a three-seater!” You pushed the boy who was pressed flush against you, away.

“Nope,” James leaned forward to look at Peter and said pointing the seat next to Remus who just looked up from the book he had been engulfed in, “Move there, mate,”

Remus raised an eyebrow but moved the blanket he had wrapped around himself to make way for the grinning boy, who understood the plan just right. James shook his and got comfortable in his place between the two of you, leaning more towards you than Sirius.

You sighed of relief, sitting straight and looked at him puzzled, “Second - where did you learn that? And why are you using it here?”

“The great Mr Sirius Orion Black taught it,” He said, pointing at the boy who sat staring off in some other direction lazily and stuck in his own guilty and horrendous thoughts. “and well, you're my love so,”

“Uh, no,” You shook your head, awkwardly and rolled your eyes, “Wait a second! You learnt from Sirius?”

“That’s what I said,” He said, casually throwing an arm around the back of the couch that looked almost like he had an arm around your shoulder.

“Did he say that to you?” You asked, your vice clearly showing that you didn’t want to think of any other person he would have tried to but knowing very well he did.

James shrugged, smirking. “Shut up,” You slapped his arm.

Sirius stood up abruptly, “I’m going to bed,” He announced, silently as you watched him, confused about his actions. You took hold of his wrist when he passed by you, “This soon?”

“Yeah,” He said, shortly, pulling his hand away and stuffing them into his pockets. Sirius left silently to his dorm, not before hearing you say, “Weird,” and continue your chat with James. He spent one last glance to see you and James sit closely although there was plently space near by. He sighed and left.

Sirius flopped onto his bed, his eyes watching the ceiling of the room. He felt stupid, angry, sad and every other emotion a broken human could feel.

It was stupid of him to be jealous of his best friend over a girl, feeling like the loyalty he was always determined to have was burnt to ashes. But he couldn’t help but be. James was everything you could possibly need and he was rather the typical guy for you.

Sirius took a deep breath and turned to a side, his eyes falling on the moon. his mind couldn’t help but think of the shine in your eyes when he saw you talking to James this morning. You looked beautiful, you always did and it broke him that it wasn’t him who brought that glint. Oh, what a fool he was.

Sirius groaned loudly into his pillow. Scared, ashamed and exhausted to be stuck in his own head.

“James,” Remus hissed at the boy sitting before him, grinning, as he watched you leave, “What are you doing?!”

“What?” James asked, smirking.

Remus rolled his eyes, “Are you out of your mind? You know, Sirius likes (Y/N)!”

James shook his head and looked at Peter, “How the hell is he the genius?”

“James, that does not answer my question!” Remus said, impatiently.

“Think, Moony, think,” Peter answered instead, smirking at him.

“I’m sorry, is something going on here that none of you told me?” Remus asked, closing his book shut and glaring at the boys before him.

“No, Moony, you are just oblivious,” James said, grinning cheekily.

Remus scoffed, “What a comment from the James Potter,”

“Oh, piss off!” James rolled his eyes, “Also, if anything, I only have my eyes on the love of my life - Evans,” He left to the dorm with a wink thrown at their side.

“What is happening here?” Remus asked, exasperated.

“He is trying to make Sirius jealous to get him to ask (Y/N) out,” Peter said, chuckling, “You are indeed oblivious,”

“I’m not oblivious, you idiots!” Remus hissed, “You two are just stupids! You know Sirius and whatever James is doing is just gonna make him coward back and never say anything! He would probably be thinking that they cute together than him,”

“That’s right,” Peter said, the realisation dawning on him but he shrugged, nevertheless, “James’ idea, he will take care. Now, good night!”

“I'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots,” Remus muttered under his breath.

The Gryffindor quidditch team had won the house cup and that desperately called for a party and James was almost certain he would have his best friends together by the end of the night.

James trudged amongst the mass of drunk students of all houses, dancing wildly, even Peter and Remus were drunk and dancing. James’ eyes fell on Sirius and he had to rethink his actions when he saw the boy’s exhausted features, watching you on the dance floor with some Hufflepuff girl. But it was for his goodness.

“Aye, (L/N),” James managed to pull you to him and slowly started to dance. He was certain you were sober but the excitement of the win was still buzzing in you. You were smiling widely, singing along with the song blasting loudly.

“Oh, that was amazing,” you said, taking a seat next to Sirius along with James at the bar-like set-up.

Sirius left the place the moment you turned to talk to him, confusing James and terrifying him if the plan backfired.

"What is wrong with him?” You had noticed Sirius’ weird behaviour for the last few days and couldn’t help but be worried about all possible reasons your mind offered without any relevance.

James looked at you. If Sirius didn’t have the guts to talk to you maybe you did, and he could clearly see in your confused eyes that all you needed was a slight push, “Go talk to him. He will tell you, your rather a special person in his life,”

You chuckled, shaking your head. Placing the cup in your hand back on the table, you took a deep breath and followed Sirius out.

Sirius stormed to the astronomy tower, the only place that gave him peace and familiarity. But this time when he leaned against one of the railings, his eyes were blindly roaming the ground several feet below, his breathing pace quickly rising. The place that he always loved, now felt foreign and claustrophobic. Tears stung his eyes when he cursed at himself for the ugly thoughts forming in his mind.

Taking a deep ragged breath, Sirius looked up at the stars, the tears sinking back in when he was reminded of your eyes. Oh, how pretty they were, shining like the very stars. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to have a crush on you? Why couldn’t he be happy for his best friends? Why couldn’t he get the courage to ask you out? Why did he have to overthink every single thought? Why-

“Oh, Sirius,” He heard your sweet voice echoing in his ears. He would hear you panting, “I was searching for you all school!”

You walked towards Sirius, who never acknowledged your presence, his eyes still staring blankly ahead his. His face looked peaceful but only he knew all the thoughts racing in his head.

“Sirius, what’s wrong?” Those words had the absolute potential to break him to pieces. He wanted nothing but to allow the tears in his eyes to escape and he craved to do that in your arms for he was sure you would hold him till the end. That’s when it struck him - if he knew that you would hold him forever then why was he afraid you wouldn’t like it?

Sirius Black was a coward.

He whipped around and strode towards you, “I wanna ask you something,”

”First tell me what’s wrong with you?” You said, allowing him to take hold of your hand. You could see the nervousness in his shining grey eyes, it looked as though he was preparing himself for something that was vital and life-changing, “What’s wrong, idiot? You’re scaring me,”

“Do you like James?” He asked and watched as your eyes widened, a look of taken aback painting your features. Sirius being the “idiot“ he was called seconds ago, misinterpreted it to be a sign of agreement, that you indeed liked his best friend.

Sirius pried his hands away from yours, “I’m sorry, I was being an idiot. Of course you would like him,” he said and stepped aside to leave before you took hold of his wrist.

“Yes, you are being an idiot by asking me if I like James out of all people!” you yelled, exasperatedly. Your words protecting the mild flickering of hope and allowing it to start burning within Sirius. He turned around with a smile and you, although confused, continued, “I mean he is a great lad and all that but he’s just…not my type,”

“Not your type?” he asked, a smile finally forming his face. You shook your head, watching him curiously as he turned to give his full attention to you, “Well, can I tell you something then?”

You slowly nodded your head with a blush forming on your cheeks when Sirius twisted his wrist and held your hand in his, using them to pull you closer. He didn’t say or stop until you were in his arms, your heartbeat increasing as your eyes trained on his and only his.

Sirius leaned in and tilted his head to a side as his free arm found its way around your waist. You were bursting with happiness when his eyes were staring deeply into yours and never leaving them.

“I like you,” Sirius didn’t allow the gasp to escape your lips before he pressed his lips to yours and pulled you closer. Ignoring the emotions bursting chaotic within you was extremely difficult as his lips moved passionately against yours.

Your clenched hands let go of his shirt and wove themselves into his luscious hair. The hand that was holding yours now rested gently against your cheek as Sirius slowly walked backwards, aware of his surroundings and deepening the kiss. You could feel your back hit against the cold railings, his arm around you held you tightly and safely to his chest.

Sirius finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, pulled away, heaving deep breaths. He proudly held you in his arms as you leaned against him taking deep breaths.

“Can I take that as you like me too?” He asked, looking at you intently.

“Yes,” you giggled, “Oh, finally I am blessed to the smile again,”

“Oh, shut up,” Sirius blushed.

“Were you jealous? Was the Sirius Black jealous?” You asked, teasing him.

“Sod off!” He chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your cheek, “Alright now will-”

“No! Can I ask that please!?” You said, excitedly.

“You wanna ask me out?” Sirius asked, staring at you proudly.

“Yep,” You nodded.

Sirius chuckled, “Go ahead, love,”

“Would you like to go on a date with me this Hogsmeade trip?” You asked, grinning widely as you watched Sirius’ eyes sparkle with love and pride.

“Yes!” Sirius pressed his lips once more against yours but pulled away rather quickly to mumble, “James is getting his arse whipped,” 

You giggled against his lips and pulled him for another kiss after muttering, “Later,” 

[al-mayriti]

Hola Víctor! ✨ 1, 15 y 25 for the end of the year asks

mil gracias 💞

song of the year?

my most listened to was mon amour by zzoilo and aitana but we all know what the song of the year is, there's literally no competition...

on a more personal note, i literally can't choose between paramore's new singles they're both fucking incredible

15. what's a bad habit you picked up this year?

i think it has to be not showering enough... in my defence everytime i i'm going to get a shower i have to get some cotton from the bathroom, go to the kitchen, drop some olive oil in it without making a mess, go back to the bathroom, undress, stick the cotton in my ear, and then get into the shower. and after it i smell like oil and my ear feels weird and i hate it :/

25. did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? describe one

oh god so many fucking characters !!! i'm gonna pick one from my books cause they're the only relevant ones, but i actually have no idea when i created most of the characters so i'm gonna choose the only one that i'm 100% sure was born this year: wy wy. she's your typical high school meangirl who acts as the rival (gary oak style) of the main character of my fantasy book, jiji. BUT once they graduate they are sent to the same magic school, and she suddenly turns super nice???? turns out, she's had this big old crush for jiji since forever but didn't know how to express it; during school she was forced to act like a meanie to hide her feelings, but once they got out she was ready to start anew with jiji. unfortunately, jiji doesn't feel the same and she only wants to escape the country with her bestie li to avoid him to get killed, which she attempts and that's how their journey starts. i'm gonna make them write letters to each other later on, keep in contact at least as friends which :) also one of her mums is a childhood friend of jiji's dad because of course she is.