#hola mon amour!!!

[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

itsYnGasly posted

Liked by charlesleclerc16, PierreGasly, YukiTsunoda, DanielRicciardo, 1,728,215 others

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)

(ItsYnGasly story) seen by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, 936,829 others

ItsYNGasly: Hola Cancún

charlesleclerc16: 🥰

(charlesleclerc16 story) seen by ItsYnGasly, Pierre Gasly, ArthurLeclerc, 2,167,700 others

charlesleclerc16: Cancún

ItsYnGasly: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ItsYnGasly posted

Liked by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, Ybffusername, 2,672,034 others

ItsYnGasly: so this is what love feels like 🥰

Tagged: mon amour

Comments:

Pierre Gasly: 🤮🤮🤮

ItsYnGasly: 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻

Ybffusername: not you tagging him “my love”

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

francisca.cgomes: ughhh you guys are so cute!!!

Username: who is “my love” yn?!

Username: what do you mean “so this is what love feels like��?!?

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

Liked by ItsYnGasly, Pierre Gasly, ArthurLeclerc, LorenzoLeclerc, 3,527,627 others

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!!!

ItsYnGasly

Liked by charlesleclerc16, Pierre Gasly, francisca.cgomes, Ybffusername, 3,682,627 others

ItsYnGasly: Karma is my boyfriend 🥰🥰

Tagged: charlesleclerc16

Comments:

charlesleclerc16: Je t’aime

Pierre Gasly: heeeeeyyy 😒

francisca.cgomes: YEEEESSSS!!!! Now charles won’t 3rd wheel on our dates anymore!

Pierre Gasly: 😏

Ybffusername: awww… but now I’m the only single one 😾

LandoNorris: Hi

Ybffname: hi

Username: yayyyyy!!!!

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, sì? 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.

[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*

[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.

[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.

[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 🫶🏼

[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. ❞   

[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,” 

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

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.

[aschenblumen]

Hola, cuales son tus peliculas favoritas?

Hola. Me compliqué mucho con tu pregunta porque son muchas películas con las que he quedado pegada (ya sea por motivos personales o intereses intelectuales) y les he agarrado mucho cariño en el tiempo. Enumero veinte, sin ninguna jerarquía:

1. Malina (Werner Schroeter) 2. Nostalghia (Andrei Tarkovski) 3. Hiroshima mon amour (Alain Resnais) 4. Tous le matins du monde (Alain Corneau) 5. La mirada de Ulises (Theo Angelopoulos) 8. Letters Home (Chantal Akerman) 9. India Song (Marguerite Duras) 10. Gritos y susurros (Ingmar Bergman) 11. Blue (Derek Jarman) 12. Cavalhio dineiro (Pedro Costa) 13. Sayat Nova (Sergei Parajanov) 14. La notte (Michelangelo Antonioni) 15. Alphaville (Jean-Luc Godard) 16. La cinta blanca (Michael Haneke) 17. Werckmeister Hármóniak (Béla Tarr) 18. Canino (Yorgos Lathimos) 19. Cold War (Pawel Pawlikowski) 20. Holdudvar (Márta Mészáros)

Muchas gracias por tu pregunta. Abrazo desde Chile.

[baroquebucky]

carne asada

a/n: hey guys ! i feel like there’s no latina fanfics out there and being salvadorian i think that SUCKS so I’m here to change it >:) i included translations for the Spanish parts so even if u don’t know it you can still enjoy it ! Feel free to request :-)

in which you culture timothée goes to the family carne asada for the first time

“mon amour how does this look?” Timothée asked, emerging from the room in a loose button up shirt and nice pants. He looked great, much too formal for a Hispanic cook out though. You smiled at him, “ay amor, it looks good, maybe put on some jeans instead of dress pants though” you teased him, watching his face flush red before he quickly went back into the room to change once more.

You quickly replied to your moms text, telling her you would be on your way in a couple minutes. Soon timothée rushed out of the room, look at you for reassurance. You smiled sweetly at him, standing up and walking over to the nervous boy.

“they’re going to love you bebe i promise you, the worse that can happen is that they hate you and call you un baboso or something” you assured your boyfriend, laughing as his eyes went wide. “I’m joking! They already love you” you giggled, placing a small kiss on his cheek before turning around and swiping the keys off the table, walking to the door and making sure you weren’t forgetting anything.

“you ready?” You turned to your boyfriend, he smiled at you softly before running a hand through his hair and nodding, you tossed the keys at him and he caught them quickly. You held the door open for him and he laughed at how you bowed slightly for him, quickly following suit. You locked the door and headed to your car.

The drive there was relaxing for you, laughing and pointing things out from your childhood as you drive into your neighborhood. Timmy tried his best to pay attention, but his mind was racing, he always read how Hispanic parents were always so critical of everything, how could he not be scared?

“amor? estás poniendo atención?” (are you paying attention) you looked at him, he quickly turned to you before focusing back on the road. “oh what? yeah sorry- just really nervous still” he replied, biting his bottom lip for a couple seconds before letting out a shaky breath. Although he didn’t know Spanish you always spoke it around him, translating after he would look at you like a helpless puppy, so he had picked up on a few phrases.

You never felt bad when you talked to him in Spanish since he did the same thing to you but in French. Sometimes just to get back at him you would talk to him in only Spanish and he would get frustrated because the little Spanish he knew flew out the window when you spoke. Between the slang words you used, how fast you were speaking and how attractive he found you speaking Spanish was the boy was mesmerized.

“angelito you don’t need to be nervous, i promise you they’re going to love you” you assured the nervous boy, placing a hand on his thigh as he continued to drive. He relaxed a little bit, smiling at you for a second before pulling into your street. He let out a shaky breath as he parked the car, looking in the mirror to check his hair one more time. He quickly rushed out of the car to open your door and help you out, you gladly took his hand as he locked the car. Even from where you were parked you could hear the music blasting and the sound of your family bickering and laughing. You smiled, excited for your boyfriend to experience a real carne asada with you and to meet your family.

“you ready?” You asked him, “not at all ma cherie” he spoke, you felt his hands get clammy, you smiled at him, kissing him in the cheek. “Wipe your hands on your jeans and calm down” you giggled, walking up to the front door, as you were about to ring the doorbell the door swung open to reveal your mom.

“mijita! ay te e extrañado tanto mi amor! Que chula te miras” (darling! I’ve missing you so much honey, you look so cute) your mom began, taking you into a warm embrace and scanning you all over to take in any differences from the span of several months since you had visited. “I missed you too mom” you replied, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“y este bicho guapo?” (who’s this handsome boy) Your mom began causing you to burst out laughing. “mom this is timothée my boyfriend” you smiled, moving to the side so timmy could hug your mom.

“muy bien conocerla” (it’s so good to meet you) timothee spoke, cringing at his broken Spanish. “It’s okay i know English” your mom smiled at the boy, taking in all his features. “oh okay good because my Spanish is horrible” he laughed nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“so good to finally meet you! y/n tells me about you everytime we call” your mom smiled at the boy, you both blushed deeply and he let out a small chuckle. “come inside! You have to meet everyone else!” Your mom moves aside, letting the two of you step into your childhood home. You took your boyfriends hand, leading him in the house, your mom quickly stopped you, letting timmy go in. “si te sacastes uno bueno” (you did get a good one) your mom winked at you and you nodded “ya se mama” (i know mom).

“Y/N!” Your older brothers shouted from the backyard, getting up from their seats and walking over to you, timothee was tense at your side. “hey guys!” You squealed meeting them halfway and giving the two of them a hug, you were the youngest. “how have you been?” You oldest brother, Alex asked. As you were about to answer their eyes landed on timothée. “actually i don’t care, is this the famous timothée? Im Alex” He asked, going over to say hi to the boy by your side, timothée went to extend his hand to shake your brothers hand but it was quickly swatted away by Alex. “nah man give me a hug!” He smiled at your boyfriend and you smiled at the two of them. Timothée hes usted for a second before hugging him back. “It’s good to finally meet you guys! Y/N always tells me stories about the two of you,” your second eldest brother Bryan went in to hug timothée next, towering over him.

“I’m assuming about how he would play with her braids?” Brayan laughed pulling away from the hug after a couple seconds. Timothée let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “well if you guys want we have two seats open for you guys” Alex spoke, “mainly for you tim” Bryan added, pushing you away slightly and you furrowed your brows at him, punching his arm. “I leave for like 5 months and this is how you treat me?” You joked as he shoved you once again, laughing as you stumbled a little while trying to overpower him. “well you guys have fun meeting everyone else!” Alex spoke before heading back into the backyard.

The two of you stood in the living room, you turned to timothée. “How you holding up amorcito?” You asked the boy, taking his hand in your and rubbing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb. “pretty good actually, your family is fun” he smiled at you, “i think your brothers like me” he giggled and you nodded at him, “watch by the end of the night they’ll love you more than me.”

The two of you walked into the kitchen, around the small table were two of your aunts and your mom all talking and eating.

“Hola!” You spoke up, cashing your two aunts to turn around and stand up, rushing to hug you. “Ay y/n! Tanto tiempo a pasado!” (y/n! It’s been so long!) Your first aunt spoke as she hugged you tightly, “que Bonita te miras” she spoke, moving to the side so your other aunt could hug you. “Ay mi amor que grande estás ya” (oh love you’ve grown so much) your second aunt spoke, squeezing you tightly as you hugged her back.

“este es mi novio timothée” (this is my boyfriend timothée) you spoke, introducing the beautiful boy next to you, he waved awkwardly, “hola como están?” (hi how are you guys) He spoke nervously as your aunts smiled at him. “Ay que precioso eres!” (You’re so cute!) Your first aunt smiled at the boy, giving him a small hug. “Your eyes are beautiful!” Your second aunt told him, he blushed deeply thanking her. You both stood there for a couple minutes making small talk with your two aunts before finally heading out to the backyard to find your dad.

“okay you’re gonna meet my dad next, trust me he’s super sweet, don’t be scared” you smiled at your boyfriend, you could tell he was shaking from nerves. You stopped him for a second, pulling him into a side hug, wrapping your arm around his waist. “angelito i got you, no matter what i love you okay?” You assured him, he smiled at you and planted a kiss on your cheek, “i love you ma cherie” he spoke, less nervous and ready to meet your dad.

You pulled him along, scanning the backyard to look for your dad, your eyes soon landed on him and you rushed over. “Papa!” You shouted, he whipped his head around and a smile overcame his features, he had missed his little girl so much. “baby! how have you been?” He asked, smiling as he hugged you and kissed you ontop of your head. You sighed into his chest, a smile on your face, “I’ve been good and you? anything new?” You smiled up at him, pulling away and standing next to a newly nervous timmy.

“nothing much, i see someone is new with you though” your dad stated, looking at timmy, scanning him from head to toe, he looked like a good kid, because he was, but you knew your dad was gonna give him a hard time for at least a minute to see his reaction. “Dad this is timothée, my boyfriend” you smiled, timothée immediately extended his hand out, “h-hey it’s good to meet you sir” he spoke, you could hear it in his voice how scared he was. Timmys mind was going a mile a minute, making sure he didn’t do anything to make your family hate him.

“so you’re the one that stole my girl away from me huh?” Your dad spoke, timothée had no ideas what to say. “Dad! Don’t scare him away” you pouted, scowling at your father. “I’m just messing with him! So tell me about yourself timothée” you dad smiled, sitting back down and motioning for your boyfriend to do the same, he quickly followed suit and they fell into conversation, making your dad laugh and talking about his life with him and some funny stories when he began to ramble.

You smiled softly, going to get some food for you and timothée from the kitchen. As you were playing the meat and rice you looked out the window and saw your dad and timothée laughing, you were so happy that your whole family approved, it was rare. Your last boyfriend your dad hated and your mom loved, another guy you brought home they both hated, they had never both liked anyone you had brought home until now.

Your dad glanced at the kitchen window, you were caught up in conversation with your aunts and mom about drama in the community. Your dad turned to timothée, demeanor changing to a more serious one.

“so what exactly are you intentions with y/n? You’re this famous actor with millions, yet you choose to be with a Hispanic girl who isn’t even famous” your dad spoke, skeptical of what he wanted. Timothée looked at your dad, turning to the kitchen window and he could see you covering your mouth in shock at something your mom told you. He smiled at the sight of you. “Listen sir, I love her, so much. She’s so smart and there’s never a dull moment with her, I can’t go a day without her correcting me on something and making me a better person. She always makes me smile and helps everyone around her before she even thinks about herself. I’ve never met anyone more resilient than her, she’s tough and hard headed and is great at debating things she’s passionate about, I fell in love with her because she’s so amazing and we make such a great team, she keeps me grounded and i can’t see my life without her.” Timothée spoke, he was confident in his answer, stuttering a bit here and there, a smile on his face as he talked about you and moved around a bit in the chair.

Your dad looked at him for a second, a stern look on face. Timothée thought he was about to pass out when he met your dads eyes. Your dad smiled at him, pulling him into a hug. “I’m glad you’re with y/n, you’re a great kid and you’re very talented. Welcome to the family mijo,” timothée felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, he has overjoyed that everything had gone smoothly.

“hey what did i miss?” You asked, seeing how your dad and timmy were laughing it up and any signs of nervousness were gone. “nothing much” your dad spoke and timmy smiled up at you, helping you with the plates, he got up, letting you have his seat and pushing the chair in a little before taking his own seat.

“well, here is the most authentic carne asada con arroz you will probably ever get, dig in timmy t” you smiled. He thanked you and quickly got some meat, mumbling an “oh my god” before stuffing his face full of the food. You laughed at how eager he was to finish the food, not making a noise as he ate, too busy enjoying every second of it.

“that was the best food I’ve ever had” he spoke, slightly out of breath as he wiped his mouth and drank some water. You smiled at him, still eating your food, “told you it was gonna be fine” you replied after you had swallowed the food in your mouth.

Timmy fit in perfectly after a couple of hours, he got along really well with your brothers, playing a few rounds of beer pong with them and a couple of your cousins. He was amazing with all your aunts, instantly charming them with one smile, all of them talking about him in Spanish since they knew he didn’t know it.

After the sun had set your cousin suggested that you all play Loteria, and who the hell was going o reject that? You dug up all the cards from your room and passed them out to your brothers, timmy and your cousins.

“wait! Why doesn’t timothée read them” one of your cousins suggested, laughing at the thought of him struggling. You looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders, “why not? Pass me the cards” he laughed, everyone cheering him on.

“el sol” he began, smiling since he knew that one. “El para- para guas?” He furrowed his brows as everyone giggled, turning to you he whispered, “ma cherie how do you say that?” You smiled at him, “el paraguas” you replied, he then repressed it louder, everyone clapping as he moved onto the next one. It continued like that for a couple more cards until your cousin got loteria, gloating about it until your brother beat him. Eventually you were stuck reading the cards since no one else wanted to, timothée decided to sit the round out, wanting to hear you talk Spanish as much as he could, your accent cane out when you were around your family and he was living for it.

Eventually everything wrapped up and the two of you were tired, saying goodbye to everyone. “Adios tia ay me manda mensaje para que podamos hacer ese jardin que quiere” you hugged your aunt and timothée felt his heart implode with love, he didn’t know what you were saying but he was in love with how you said it.

After saying goodbye the two of you walked out hand in hand, giggling at something’s that had happened earlier. “Oh my god and when your aunt called out your uncle i almost spat out my drink” timmy laughed, opening the car door for you. You laughed remembering how he had sputtered and nearly choked.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked him, looking at him as he put his seatbelt on. “Of course, it was amazing angel” he smiled, leaning over the console to kiss you. You leaned in and kissed him quickly, pulling away so that he could start driving. “My family loves you bebe” you smiled, looking at the curly headed boy. “I’m glad they do, because i don’t know what i would do if they didn’t” he laughed nervously. Timothée stayed parked for a while, letting the car engine heat up and choosing a Spotify playlist.

As he put the car in drive you looked at him, a smile on your face as you spoke up. “Te amo Timothée Chalamet” he turned to face you, a blush tinting his cheeks and a bashful smile on his face. “Je t’aime y/n y/l/n” he responded, kissing you one more time before pressing play on his phone and driving away from your house, the two of you laughing and singing along the whole ride back.

[niccolosaitoo]

17个月

Hola, pequeño chanchito que brilla tanto en el universo por su corazón de oro, disculpa la demora y espero te encuentres bien. Hoy cumplimos diecisiete meses juntos y eso significa que poco a poco nuestro amorcito se anda extendiendo.  Te dejo aquí unos pastelitos rellenos de dulce de leche y nutella, espero sean de tu agrado, fueron hechos con mucho amor y debo confesar que te robé la mitad- No lo siento.  Sigamos cumpliendo más mesesitos juntos, por favor, ya casi casi se acerca nuestro año de matrimonio, qué bonito es vivir enamorado de mi chanchiwawi. Te dejo una canción toda linda para ti: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9lVp9AOjRw

Je t’aime beaucoup, mon amour. <3 Te dejaré más regalitos en privado, mi chanchiuniverso.