#ouais idk

[lisboy]

[forsoobado137]

My headcanon is that France writes fanfiction about his enemies to live out his revenge fantasies. I mean, nations don't have that much say in their government's decisions, so that's bound to lead to some frustration. However, he has to follow his boss' orders and somewhat keep his reputation as an elegant Frenchman. I bet sometimes when he's trapped in a conversation with an absolutely OBNOXIOUS government official, he just thinks "I can write an mpreg about this loser" over and over in his head to cope.

[unrelatabledude]

two dunmeshi au posts in one day what’s next will i actually post what i wrote for it

[yamsgarden]

Juste par curiosité… Je parle plutôt en Anglais sur les réseaux sociaux, comme le publique est plus vaste :0

[echo-s-land]

English speakers have owo and uwu

But French speakers.. we have èwé

[sainzfilm]

charles leclerc x bookstore owner!reader pls? :)

pairing: charles leclerc x bookstore owner!reader

a/n: god….this trope is just the cutest thing and idk i love it and it’s such an adorable meet cute 🤭 hope you like this, lovely!! :)

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Charles took a sip of his coffee, waiting for his change from the cashier at the café he decided to spend his afternoon in. Breezy afternoon, kids and teenagers roaming around Monaco, the smell of pastries at the nearby bakery – it was a pretty perfect day.

Although, curiosity sparked inside Charles as he looked out the window to see children running across the street to what looked like a quaint little bookstore.

“Hey, uh,” Charles looked at the cashier momentarily before pointing at that store, “La librairie là-bas est-elle neuve?” Is that bookstore over there new?

“Ouais c'est ça,” The cashier nodded, handing the change and receipt to Charles, “Les enfants, les adolescents et les adultes l'adorent. J'ai entendu dire que le propriétaire est une gentille fille.” Yeah it is. Kids, teenagers, and adults love it. I heard the owner is a nice girl.

Charles shoved the change in his pocket, thanking the cashier with a smile and walking out the café and towards the bookstore.

The tiny bell attached above the door softly rang as Charles entered, making his presence known to the not-so-quiet bookstore. Children of different ages were gathered on the floor, seated on pillows, while they listened to what he thought could have been the most soothing voice he’s heard.

“And in the end, Goldilocks made sure that she will user her own chair, bed, and eat her own porridge,” You read to the children, closing the book and smiling at them, “As-tu aimé?” Did you like it?

As the children eagerly expressed their agreement to your question, you looked up to give the Monégasque a small smile before redirecting your attention to the children in front of you.

Charles figured out that you must’ve been the nice girl the cashier was talking about – he would definitely agree from how the children fawned over you. As he walked down the aisle of shelves, he hummed to himself and skimmed his fingers through the spines lined up.

“Bonjour! Tu dois être nouveau,” You smiled as you stood beside him, taking off your storytelling hat, “Vous cherchez un livre en particulier?” Hello! You must be new here, are you looking for a specific book?

It would be an understatement if Charles were to say he was…enamored. Maybe more of like ‘Oh my god, you have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and perhaps you’re the most beautiful woman I laid my eyes on.’

“Bonjour, oui, je suis nouveau ici,” Charles chuckled, nervously rubbing the back of his neck, “No no, I just wanted to see if anything…catches my eye.” Hello, yeah, I’m new here.

“Well, we do have a few books of the month right by the counter,” You replied, pointing towards the table, “Most people would make a beeline for it if they’re undecided.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” He nodded with a smile, “So, are you new here? Around Monaco?”

Before you could reply, a little girl ran over and started tugging at your coat, “Mademoiselle Y/N! J'ai choisi ces livres de princesse pour que je les achète aujourd'hui!” Miss Y/N! I picked these princess books out for me to buy today.

“Claire, calme-toi,” You laughed, patting her head gently and turning back to Charles, “Sorry, my favorite customer seems to be eager today. I’ll be at the counter if you need anything.” Claire, calm down.

As Claire held onto your hand and dragged you to the counter, Charles laughed softly before following you to the counter and checking out the books lined up for the month.

“Il semble que vous ayez économisé beaucoup d'argent, Claire,” You grinned, scanning the books and looking down at the little girl, “Have you finished the other books you bought yesterday?” It looks like you saved a lot of money, Claire.

“Bien sur, Mademoiselle! Maman me récompense pour faire des corvées,” Claire giggled and tiptoed over the counter, “All done! Will I get a new bookmark?” Of course, Miss! Mama rewards me for doing chores.

“That’s good to hear, Claire,” You smiled and reached over to ruffle up her hair, “Of course, you will. In fact, get another book, my gift for you.”

Claire squealed in delight before running off back to the aisles, giving Charles an opening for him to approach you once more, “That’s actually real nice of you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Claire’s a delight to have here in the bookstore,” You smiled fondly, putting the bookmarks in between the books, “And to answer you, I moved here a few years back.”

“I guess I don’t end up on this side of the street often,” Charles laughed, “Odd that I’ve missed out on it.”

“Well, I guess things come in your life when you need it,” You shrugged with a smile, leaning over the counter to welcome back a smiling Claire, “What’s that you picked out?”

“It’s about a prince meeting this princess, mademoiselle!” Claire exclaimed, pushing the book up on the counter, “I read the back and it said, après avoir longtemps cherché l'amour, le prince l'a finalement trouvé au moment où il s'y attendait le moins.” After looking for love for the longest time, the prince finally found it when he least expected it.

“Maybe you’ll get your own prince, Claire,” You tapped her nose and packed the remaining book inside the bag, “Before you leave, quel est notre mot du jour?” What’s our word of the day?

“Notre mot du jour est le destin!” The little girl giggled, grabbing the paper bag from you, “See you on Thursday, mademoiselle!” Our word of the day is destiny!

Charles looked up from the book he was reading. Destiny. Would stumbling upon your bookstore and what you had just discussed with Claire be completely coincidental?

“So, what reeled you in here today?” You smiled and turned your attention back to him, “If you’ve said that you never crossed this side of the street.”

“Well, maybe destiny,” He nonchalantly replied with a small smile on his face, “It definitely won’t be the last time I’m crossing this side of the street.”

Leaning over the counter and holding your hand out, you smiled, “My name’s Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Charles smiled, shaking your hand and feeling a bit of butterflies erupting in his stomach, “I’m Charles.”

Who knew that an impulsive decision to visit your bookstore could lead to something magical – such as possible love? Charles mentally thanked himself and whatever Gods existed out there because he definitely believes in destiny now.

bonus scene!

Charles whistled as he leaned against the wall, rubbing his hands together and checking his watch. 7:48 am. You were supposed to arrive 18 minutes ago.

“I’m here! I’m here,” You exclaimed, panting and leaning over your knees as you caught your breath, “Why are you here so early?”

“The question is why are you late?” Charles chuckled, handing your morning coffee, “I told you, I’m helping out.”

“Overslept. I was looking at books to order online,” You grumbled, unlocking the door and taking off your coat, “Is this your way to get me to say yes?”

“Oh please,” Charles scoffed, flipping the sign to signify the store was open, “I know you already will.”

“Can’t believe I’m dating a guy with a big ego,” You laughed, setting up the register, “What makes you think so?”

Grinning as he leaned over the counter, Charles replied, “No reason. A certain misdial could say so.”

Freezing in your place, your eyes widened as you groaned and covered your face in your hands, “Oh mon dieu. You jerk! You could’ve ended the call!”

“It was cute, you rambling about how you thought I was such a dashing prince,” He chuckled, reaching over to squish your cheeks and kissing your nose, “Nice to hear you call me your boyfriend though.”

Mumbling with a pout, you rolled your eyes and sighed in defeat, “I hate you.”

Charles shrugged, scrunching his nose and grabbing the feather duster to wander off to the aisles, “The more you hate, the more you love!”

[fruitcoops]

Eeeek I am so excited to send in this request bcs I feel like it's one you could really do justice. (if you feel inspired that is. There's absolutely no pressure) but I was wondering if you'd be willing to write coops becoming more comfortable around each other? That's not the right word but just the constant butterflies sort of fading and instead realizing that love isn't all thrill it's sometimes a deep-seated love and being calm and comfy around your loved one? So like one of them doing something that used to cause butterflies and maybe sometimes does still bit it's the realization that you're so attuned to them you're used to it and love it and them?

Sorry this got really long and idk if it makes any sense or not. Anyway I love youuu and your writinggg it's such a source of comfort for me so thank you for doing what you do

Fluff in the wake of Vaincre! I think this is becoming a pattern. Though I, for one, am not complaining. Character credit goes to @lumosinlove, and Hazel, I am suing you for custody of my broken heart.

Sirius is washing the dishes and Remus puts a hand on his lower back without really thinking about it, slipping his palm beneath the hem of a Mickey Mouse t-shirt to rest over the bend of Sirius’ spine. His hand molds to the curve, fingertips on one dimple and heel of his palm on the other, thumb sliding along the lowest notch. Sirius hums and leans his head down to bonk Remus’ in a gentle greeting. They’re all small, thoughtless motions for a small, thoughtless night.

And it hits him.

The kitchen—theirs. The house—theirs. The neighborhood—theirs, where they wander after dinner sometimes or find well-traveled sidewalks to their new favorite shops and diners.

Sirius. His.

They’ve talked about moving, about kids, about after. What happens after hockey? Sirius can get through July now without growing antsy at the absence, but still, it’s taken almost a decade. A smaller house (a warmer house, a house that’s theirs) would be a good change. Not a rushed one, though. It seems there are endless hours to plan and look and comfortably explore.

Water sloshes over the marble countertop. They’ll never have to worry about money; not like Remus’ parents did. They’ll never be restricted by loans or debt or whatever neighborhood falls within budget. He came to Gryffindor marveling at an affordable single-bedroom apartment. It’s a habit he’s been trying to break on those late-night Zillow scrolls. They both love the cabin on the lake, but…

But maybe they’ll need the space.

Remus turns his head to kiss the curve of Sirius’ shoulder and sees him smile, capable hands working soap through a sponge. If they were a regular couple, he thinks—a different couple, he corrects—there might already be a new addition on the way. He can see the longing in Sirius’ eyes when they talk about it and feels the yank in his own chest at the thought. He’s wanted that since he was a child. It only grew more intense when Jules was born. It would make sense for them.

The things he’d do for a baby with Sirius’ eyes and his nose and, god, they can’t stop there, can they? The kid would need a sibling, wouldn’t they? A Regulus, a Julian, a James, a Lily that they could rely on and go headfirst with into the wonder of the world? Someone to lead, or someone to follow. To protect. Remus has never been the type to brainstorm baby names, but the amorphous dream is thrilling on its own.

Sirius makes a small noise in the back of his throat when a bubble pops and spatters Remus’ sleeve with soap. He’d be such a good dad, it’s not even funny. Remus can’t think about it too hard, or else he’ll start scrolling through PetFinder to find another dog to take the edge off.

He bites gently at Sirius’ bicep and feels him laugh, feels him swat at Remus’ hand with no real effort behind it. “Love you.”

“So you bite me?” Sirius snorts. “Weirdo.”

Remus exhales hard through his nose. “I want a baby.”

“Ouais, let me just run to CVS—”

Sirius’ snickering is not dulled by the light pinch to his ribs; Remus hides his grin in another bite. “I’m serious—”

“No, I am.”

“Oh my god,” he groans, turning away.

“Non, non, wait,” Sirius laughs. His arms wind around Remus’ waist and pull him close enough for Sirius to plant a kiss to his temple. It’s adorable, how careful he is to keep his sudsy hands out of the danger zone. He nuzzles into Remus’ cheek before straightening. “A baby. Yes. Absolutely. You know my thoughts on this.”

“I do,” Remus sighs. “And I know why it’s not a good idea right now. Still.”

“Still,” Sirius agrees. He sways them for a moment, then Remus feels a squeeze and the weight along his back is gone. The faucet flicks back on. “I want—” He presses his lips together, mouth twisting as he works it over in his thoughtful way. “I want to be there.”

Remus takes a clean towel from the drawer and begins to dry the plates. “I know.”

“And you’ll probably retire first, which is fine, but I want…” Sirius tips his head back and forth. Remus knows he’s running through their list again. The pros, the cons, the frustrating parts that they so desperately don’t want to deal with but have to anyway. Sirius scrubs at a bit of dried rice and scrunches his nose. “I want you to be there, too. Both of us. From the start.”

“I know.” It sucks. They might not have to scrape and save but time is not a resource hockey will spare them, and Remus is so grateful that Sirius takes that seriously. He meets Sirius where he is in their timeline. “I’ll retire. Take a break. I’ll go back to PT, probably faster than either of us think I will. You’ll decide when your last season is. We’ll put in an application—”

“—and by the time I’m done, we’ll have an idea of any possibility,” Sirius finishes, passing him a clean glass. They’ve repeated it so many times that it’s practically a mantra. Deep down, it gives Remus hope. The planning. It means there’s a chance. It means they’re on the same page all the way through. Sirius lets out a breath. “And then, maybe, we’ll have something concrete.”

Adoption, surrogacy…it doesn’t really matter. Both are such complicated webs of people and events and things entirely out of their control—Remus hates it, and he knows Sirius hates it more. He sets the towel down and moves to rest his forehead between Sirius’ shoulder blades, where his heartbeat keeps time against Remus’ skin. He winds his arms around Sirius’ waist and flattens his hand over Sirius’ belly to feel him breathe.

They have all options in the world, and yet it all feels much too big.

He spreads his feet a little when Sirius leans back. Measured inhales, pulse keeping a constant 60 beats-per-minute.

Remus laughs quietly.

“What?”

He shakes his head, kissing each curve of Sirius’ wingbones beneath his shirt.

“What?” Sirius presses.

“A year ago, if you grabbed me and pulled me back like that, I would have jumped your bones,” he says wryly, burying his grin in the bend of Sirius’ neck. “Listen to us, angsting about the future like a couple of old geezers.”

“Feel free to jump my bones, if you think your arthritic joints can handle it,” Sirius teases.

“I’m just saying—”

“Oh, Christ, I’m turning 29 in a year,” Sirius moans, tapping the water off with a flourish. “I’m dead. I’m dying. I am wasting away. Tell Celeste I love her—”

“We’re standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes, on a Friday night!” Remus protests. “Aren’t we supposed to be…I don’t know, going to a club or something?”

Sirius turns in the circle of his arms with a grave expression. “If we’re going out, I need to go rinse my dentures.”

Remus chooses to ignore that particular comment. “The cubs are probably raising hell and breaking hearts.”

“The cubs are extroverts.” Sirius cocks a brow. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you want to go out and get drunk with a bunch of sweaty strangers.”

He can’t help the wrinkling of his nose; the told-you-so satisfaction on Sirius’ face is fondly irritating enough that he reaches up to cover it with a loose hand. Sirius laughs and dodges him like always, biting a kiss to the side of his palm. “Anyway,” Remus prompts with a squeeze of his narrow hips. “I love you. Which was my whole point.”

“You had a point?”

“I always have a point.”

“That’s a stretch, but alright.”

“Our kitchen,” he says, tilting his chin up. “Our house, our neighborhood, our future.” A smirk pulls at his lips and he rubs his thumbs just beneath Sirius’ shirt. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Sirius murmurs around a smile. They might be getting old and married and boring, and Remus might finally be able to watch Sirius and his capable hands without going weak in the knees, but his kisses will send joy crashing through him forever and always. The future isn’t so big in the safety of a moment.

[rhytmrocket]

hey hey hey all! happy halloween and happy birthday to me, aaand happy last day of punchtober!! i decided to dump the prompts i’ve done today instead of tomorrow like i usually do because 1, i have rehearsal tomorrow and im gonna be so so tired after, and 2, i thought it’d be better to do it day of bc of the holiday and my birthday, so it’s cool

here are the rest of the prompts, then!

19, hoy quarlow

i'll start with some of the ones i've missed. hoy! uh, i don't think too much of this guy, he's kinda just scrangly grampa idk

20, childhood

this is kinda just a doodle i pulled out of my ass. i think if heike and dragon and narcis were friends when they were kids they'd play like this.

25, kabuki

kabuki i also don't think about very much. but, i know well what it's like to like a character that at most 2 other people feel the same way about, so i shall feed the kabuki fan (and the hoy fan) that i am still certain exists

now for this week!

28, knock out (and also 18, vulnerability but i didn't wanna start with this one so)

so this one's a bit different. i wrote something! in french, so that my poor writing skills can just be chocked up to not knowing french too well! translations will be in parentheses

[gabby has just beat joe in a boxing match. joe lies on the mat, ko'd] joe: « bon travaille! tu me battes! » (good job! you beat me!) gabby: « t’es bien? » (you ok?) joe: « ouais, mais un peu blessé. » (yeah, but a bit injured.) [gabby helps joe get up] gabby: « je n’ai jamais gagné un match auparavant.. » (i've never won a match before..) joe: « maintenant, tu as! » (now, you have!) gabby: « t’as gagné des matchs auparavant, oui?— » (you've won matches before, right?) joe: « euh.. » gabby: « vraiment?! tu n’as jamais gagné?! » (really?! you've never won!?) joe: « non, pas un match vrai. vous élèves, je vous battes car je suis votre coach, mais dans le wvba… » (no, not a real match. you students, i beat you because i'm your coach, but in the wvba...) gabby: « tu n’as jamais gagné. » (you've never won.) joe: « encore! je n’ai pas encore gagné! je crois que je peux gagner! …éventuellement… » (yet! i haven't won yet! i believe that i can win! ... eventually...)

yeah, uh, sorry if the french isn't that great. still learning, yk

29, alice and ape iii (and technically 31, halloween but i have another one for 31)

theyre silly :3 they'd dress up as eachother i believe

30, frank jr

crying i didn't have much of an idea for him. but i do think it is a rare moment when he has a thought

and finally*, 31, halloween!

decided to go back to my roots and draw mahou again! and clown, cuz hes my silly :333 so, i drew them, my two blorbos, dressing up as each other because ermm its my birthday and i can do what i want

so that's it, right?

*oh, this asterisk. the only prompt i haven't done yet is 14, paparazzi. and that's because i want to do an edit for it. but, i haven't had the freetime and motivation this month to make it happen. so, that will come at a later date. can't guarantee when or how soon, but i swear that it'll be a thing. éventuellement.

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posted : 13/02/23 (European date)

He knew you had trusting issues but he still did it.

long ass chapter, 3400 words so put yourself il a confortable position

edit 10/04 (European date) : wanted to change Bella to Y/n as I saw people didn't like it but it was way too long so I'll keep Bella for that story, sorry again enjoy !

You were currently in french class listening to your boring teacher talking about how you have to "conjuguer au plus-que-parfait un verbe tout en utilisant une proposition subordonnée relative"

Thankfully, your family came from France and talked to you in french at home which made your french classes way easier.

You sighed and started doing your exercises, not paying attention to the group of boys who were talking about you right behind your seat.

You were used to people talking about you for no reason at all.

You finished your exercises and since there was 30 mins until the class end, you decided to sleep on your desk.

-

You opened your eyes after someone gently rubbed your shoulder making you lift your head to see who was the kind soul who didn't let you sleep there.

"Désolé je t'ai réveillée mais le cours il est fini depuis 10 minutes et le bureau il est pas confortable si je me trompe pas. (hey I'm sorry for waking you up but the class ended 10 minutes ago and the desk isn't comfortable, is it?)" the guy said putting a hand on his neck

It was Kylian, a guy from your class. He plays for the national France football team and was really good to be honest.

"Ah ouais j'ai pas vu le temps passer merci. (oh yeah I didn't pay attention to the time thanks)" you said back putting my backpack on your shoulders

"Je savais pas que tu parlais couramment français tiens (I didn't know that you could speak french fluently)" he stated next to you while you two were heading to the rooms of our university

"Kylian tu m'as littéralement parlé français après m'avoir réveillée (Kylian you literally spoke to me in french after waking me up)" you chuckled at how lost he was

"Ah ouais merde j'suis con (Oh yeah shit I'm dumb)" he laughed while putting his hand on his forehead realizing how dumb his question was

"I prefer speaking english tho" you switched languages which made him look at you with a 'girl what' face

"Why? French is a beautiful language too"

You sighed, he didn't knew why you denied my french side after all.

"Let's just say I have my reasons" you stopped in front of your room door, now facing each other "anyway thanks for waking me, have a wonderful night" you mumbled before entering your room, about to close the door

"Bella wait!" he blocked it with his foot making you open it again "I enjoyed your company, can I uh.. maybe have your number please?" he looked down probably embarrassed

"Oh yeah sure, give me your phone" he smiled while handing me what you asked, you put on your phone number and gave it back to him

"Merci! See you tomorrow!" he finally turned around and left

Did Kylian Mbappé, THE Kylian Mbappé just ask for MY number?

You thought that to yourself, screaming in your head.

He was a pretty boy but your trust issues had to break the moment.

You had several issues with trusting people after your past relationship and it clearly was annoying for you to always have to be careful with everyone.

You sighed and went to your bathroom to take a hot shower.

-

After doing your night routine, you laid down on your bed and took your phone, now noticing that you received messages.

Hey it's Kylian :)

Hii, what's up?

I was actually walking outside and saw a bakery, and you know what they were selling?

hmmm idk maybe bread?

Bella..

Okay okay sorry tell me

Macarons!

Oh

What? Macarons are great and it's french, our country!

If you say so lol

I was wondering if you would like to come eat some macarons with me tomorrow after school?

You stared at your phone with your heart pounding on your chest.

AAAARRGHHHHHHHH

Sure! I would love that :)

Nice! I was kinda scared to ask tbh

Why? I should be the one scared of what you would ask!

Hey!

You talked for hours, getting to know each other and without even realizing, you put my trust in him.

You now believed that he was a nice person.

Kylian I'm going to sleep, I'm tiredddd

You're leaving me alone? :(

Yes shut up

Mean.

Anyways, good night! <3

Good night ma belle :)

You smiled at the name he gave you, it meant "beautiful" in french and you loved it.

You went to sleep with a smile on your face, imagining scenarios with the french boy.

-

You woke up feeling better than any other day.

You've made a new friend, he's Kylian fucking Mbappé and he invited YOU to go eat macarons with him.

You got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting your hair, outfit and makeup done, you grabbed your backpack and went to your first class, which was maths.

Oh you absolutely hated maths. You understood but it was so damn annoying.

You entered the class and sat on your usual desk, grabbing your stuff.

The class was about to begin but Kylian still wasn't seen, his friends were there but not him.

You didn't really pay attention, focusing on your work.

The math teacher started his class when the door swung open, revealing a breathless Kylian.

"Mister Mbappe, you are late !" your teacher said annoyed

"I'm sorry, I had training this morning!" he apologized, heading to the seat next to you

"I'll let it pass this time but you better find another excuse next time!" the man said before continuing his boring class

Kylian took a pen and pretended to pay attention when he didn't

"Are you going to not say hi or??" he whispered turning his head to see your face

"You're so dramatic, hi Kylian, did you sleep well?" you sarcastically whispered back

"Hi Bella, actually no."

"You didn't get your goodnight kiss? Want me to give you one next time?" you took a childish tone to make fun of him

"Actually yeah, I would love that"

Your eyes widened a bit unlike your cheeks who were flaming hot now, he probably noticed it since he started laughing

"No but seriously, you're still down for the macarons right?" he asked after calming down

"Of course!"

"Good, now I have a reason to be excited to finish school" he mumbled thinking you didn't hear but you did and it made you smile

The rest of the day passed really fast to be honest you didn't even notice that english, your last period, was over.

You happily packed your things and got out of the university, waiting for Kylian.

He kept teasing you all day which made you appreciate his company even more.

After 5 mins, you saw him walking towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face.

"Finally, I thought you would never come" I said while rolling my eyes

"Sorry, I had to give my homework to Mr.Julien, you know he hates when we give it late" he apologized

"All good, let's go I'm craving some macarons right now." you said before grabbing his wrist and walking

"Bella you don't know where the bakery is." he laughed while you were getting red, embarrassed

You let his wrist go but he didn't appreciate it so he gently grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers which made your heart go crazy in your chest

You walked to the bakery who was 10 mins away while talking and mostly making fun of your teachers, you laughed so much that you didn't notice you were arrived.

You entered the small bakery and headed to the counter.

"Hi, welcome to Petites Gourmandises, what can I get for you?" a lady asked with a smile on her face

"Hello, we'll take 15 macarons please!" Kylian said next to you, still holding your hand

"15 macarons for the cutest couple!" she said while putting them in a small box, you felt your cheeks getting red and Kylian chuckled at the nickname

"We're just friends!" you said laughing too

"Oh honey, friends don't hold each other's hands and friends don't look at each other as if they were about to kiss in a minute!"

Okay now you were really really embarrassed and Kylian not saying anything made it even worse.

You tried to take your hand off of his but he wasn't going to let you do that and held it even tighter now.

"Your total will be 30.99 please!"

You took out your wallet but he grabbed it from your hands and put it in his pocket.

"Bella, when you're with me you'll never ever pay" he said while scanning his credit card

"But-"

"Don't start." He cut you off

"There you go, have a wonderful day!" the lady said while handing you the box

"Thanks, you too!" you both said before going to a table, you sat face to face which means you stopped holding hands

"You know, I'm glad we became friends" he started while opening the small box

"Me too, I always thought you were like narcissistic and the kind of person to act superior because they're famous or something" I said before stuffing a strawberry macaron in my mouth, they're so good oh my!

Kylian dramatically gasped, putting a hand on his chest as if he was hurt

"How dare you?" he gasped

"Kylian you're acting like a bitch right now" you were laughing so hard at his manners

"Says the one who thought I was narcissistic!" he said in a bitchy tone making you laugh even harder as he joined you

After some minutes of laughing, you both took a calm mood again, smiling at each other

"Bella I have something to ask you" he started with a serious face

"What is it?"

"Why do you keep denying your french side"

You sighed knowing that one day he would have to ask the question.

"It's not easy to say, y'know" you were playing with your fingers, you always do that when you're stressed

"I don't specially want to talk about it in public to be honest" you said as you felt tears filling up your eyes as you remembered the reason

"Let's go to my room then" he proposed

"I-" you took a deep breath "okay fine let's go"

The way back to the campus was silent and it was better like that. It wasn't even uncomfortable.

You both made your way to his dorm room and he opened the door, revealing his little space.

It was nice, you were actually expecting something really fancy since he had the money but looks like he wasn't that type of person.

He sat down on his bed and you did the same, looking at the ground.

"So.. If you didn't knew already I grew up in France. I had a loving family y'know, I was an only child but I was never bored, my parents would take me anywhere I wanted to go" you smiled at the thought of your perfect little family "but like we say, nothing ever lasts forever. My mother started to be less and less present at home, my father believed that she just worked more so it didn't really matter." you paused, not wanting to cry in front of him

He must've felt that since he slowly took your hand, holding it tightly.

"He later found out that she actually was seeing another man, but the only man turned into multiple. He went crazy the night he found out. I was 9 but still scared of what I heard. He insulted her, calling her names and he started hitting her. I tried to do something but I was still a little girl and couldn't do much" a tear slipped from your eye and you felt a knot forming in your throat

That's when he wrapped his arms around you, gently stroking your hair

"You don't have to tell me, if you feel uncomfortable you can stop" He slowly said as you tried to calm down

"It's fine, you'll have to know one day" you held him tightly and continued "He beat her until she was unconscious, blood all over her probably dead body. When he realized what he's done, he couldn't let me there because he thought I would call the police." you did your best to stop the knot but it kept growing "he grabbed a vase and hit my head with it. He kept hitting until I feel unconscious too. If my neighbor didn't hear screaming, I would've probably died too. That night, I lost my mother and my father." That was when you couldn't keep talking, you had so much more to say but you just couldn't speak

Kylian just hugged you, slowly kissing your head as he felt his shoulder getting wet from your tears.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't knew, I promise I'll stay with you until you feel better" he whispered against your hair, making you smile

You were glad that he knew what was going on.

-

You were doing your makeup, preparing for your date with the french boy.

A week has passed since you told him and since then, he didn't leave you and made you feel better like he promised.

He invited you to go watch a football match, he knew damn well that you loved football but never had the opportunity to go watch a match.

You smiled as you left your room, he said he would join you in the entrance of the stadium so you just called an uber.

-

You were now searching for Kylian, there was a lot of people and him being a celebrity doesn't make it easier.

You suddenly felt someone grab your shoulder which made you turn around to be met by a familiar gaze.

"Kylian now why the fuck are you wearing a cap with a mask and sunglasses?" you asked confused

"I don't want people to ruin our moment" he said before you both headed to your seats

The match began 5 minutes later and you could feel him being strange

"Is everything alright?" you asked watching him worried

"Bella I know this isn't the perfect moment but I.. I think I fell in love with you" he said turning his head to see your face, he had taken off his sunglasses so you could watch his eyes

"Oh." was all you managed to say

"Oh I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said that" he started to apologize but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his, making him smile

You pulled out for air as he lightly smiled

"Shut up I like you too" you joked making him chuckle

"I'm glad then" he said before taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers

You kept cheering for the team until it was halftime. Kylian received a text but you couldn't see what it was

"I'm sorry I have to use the bathroom real quick" he apologized before heading there

Okay there was definitely something going on.

You trusted your instinct and followed him, hiding behind a wall as he was with his friends from the university.

"Enfin (finally)!" one of them yelled

"Bien joué mec t'as gagné ton pari (Well done man, you won the bet)"

"Ça a pris du temps à la faire tomber amoureuse hein (it took time to make her fall in love huh)" his friend joked punching his shoulder

"Ouais je sais mais vous me devez tous 200 balles maintenant (yeah I know but you all owe me 200$ now)" Kylian said while laughing

"Ouais ouais ta gueule t'es millionnaire (yeah yeah shut up you're a millionaire" they all laughed

"N'empêche elle t'aime vraiment hein, t'as vu elle t'a raconté quoi? Sur sa famille (I mean she really likes you huh, did you see what she told you? About her family)"

Your heart skipped a beat, he told them?

"Je sais mec, j'étais trop gêné quand elle a pleuré (I know dude, I was so embarrassed when she cried)" damn. "mais au final je pense- (but in the end I think-)" you cut him off by throwing him your soda making all of them turn around

"Un pari, donc j'étais un pari pour toi. (A bet, so I was a bet for you)" you laughed, realizing how dumb you were for believing that a guy like him would ever love you

"Attends c'est pas ce que tu penses- (Wait it's not what you think it is)" he tried to explain as his friends laughed

"L'écoute pas, c'est carrément ce que tu penses, il s'est bien foutu de ta gueule (Don't listen to him, that's exactly what you think it is, he used you)" his friend said while laughing making you realize that it's sad

"Regardez moi je m'appelle Bella et mes parents sont morts sous mes yeux ouin ouin je suis traumatisée (Look at me my name is Bella and my parents died in front of me, I'm so traumatized)" his other friend mocked you, making your eyes fill up with tears

"Les écoute pas, je te promets je peux tout expliquer! (Don't listen to them, I promise I can explain)" Kylian tried to apologize but you just shook your head

"Tu sais quoi c'est bon, c'est ma faute d'avoir pensé une seule seconde qu'un mec comme toi pouvait s'intéresser à moi. En tout cas félicitations, t'as gagné ton pari, j'espère que t'es content pour tes 2 balles en plus sur tes millions. (You know what, all good. It's my fault, I shouldn't have believed one second that a guy like you could ever be interested in me. Congratulations, you won your bet, I hope you're happy to gain 2 dollars amongst your millions)" you turned around and mixed to the crowd, hoping he wouldn't find you

Tears running down your cheeks as you left the stadium, leaving pieces of your broken heart there.

You felt so dumb for believing in it but that was your fault for trusting him so fast.

You ran to the campus, it was 10 mins away, the plain moon enlightening the cold city.

You arrived to your dorm room and slammed the door behind you before collapsing on your bed, tears flowing your face.

You felt so embarrassed.

You didn't even wanted to go to school but you had to and you knew it.

You didn't even notice that you fell asleep.

-

The day ended, Kylian didn't even come to school but his friends did and made fun of you all day.

You didn't even pay attention to them. It was useless.

You headed to the dorms but bumped into someone, you almost fell but the same person grabbed your arm, helping you not to fall.

"Thank you I didn't see-" you started but immediately stopped when you saw who was standing in front of you

"Oh." was all you said before pulling off and walking past him

"Bella attends! (Bella wait!)" Kylian started, trying to grab your wrist but you managed to avoid it

"Commences pas (don't start)" you opened the door of your room but he still followed you

"2 minutes. Laisses moi 2 minutes pour tout expliquer. (2 minutes. Leave me 2 minutes to explain everything)" he said begging making you sigh

"Dépêche toi. (hurry up)"

"Oui, au début c'était un pari. C'est vrai. Mais je te promets je suis vraiment tombé amoureux de toi, je t'en supplie crois moi si je le pouvais je retournerais en arrière pour refuser ce pari à la con et je serais venu vers toi parce que t'es vraiment une personne géniale. (Yes, at first it was a bet. That's true. But I promise I really fell in love with you, please believe me if I could I would go back and decline the stupid bet and I would've came to friend you because you're really an amazing person)" you couldn't even look at him in the eyes

"Si t'es vraiment sincère, tu m'expliques comment ils ont su pour mes parents? (if you're really honest, could you explain how they find out about my parents?)" you asked, crossing your arms on your chest

"Y'avait Mathieu dans ma salle de bain mais je te jure je le savais pas et quand je l'ai découvert c'était en même temps que toi, hier et je peux t'assurer qu'ils se moqueront plus de toi. (Mathieu was hiding in my bathroom but I swear I didn't knew and when I found out, it was yesterday with you and I can assure you that they won't make fun of you anymore.)" he told you as he grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look at him in the eyes

"Je sais pas Kylian, tu m'as vraiment blessée (I don't know Kylian, you really hurt me)" you said with teary eyes

"Et je recommencerai plus jamais, une seule chance. C'est tout ce que je demande. (And I'll never do that again, one last chance. That's all I'm asking)" he slightly smiled making you join him

You slowly leaned over and your lips connected in a passionate kiss.

You deserved to be loved too and he did.

You pulled out and put your forehead against his with your eyes closed.

"T'es vraiment un idiot. (you're really a dumbass)" you chuckled

After all, a boy like him could love a girl like you.

[sentientsky]

hi hello okay silly question time bc idk how to make decisions on my own, apparently. i’m french/english bilingual, right?? does anyone want fic/shitpost content in french?? or is that silly?

[laculturefrancaisecest]

idk if this doubles as a french confession stuff if not fele free to ignore but the foxhunt scene in Fantomas contre Scotland Yard shaped me as a person and i'm not afraid to admit it

ouais allons y va pour confessions françaises en plus du reste.

[stedesbonnets]

it's about to be passover, and y'all know what that means

it's time for the ✨️ yearly skincare fails ✨️ also known as Things I Have Wasted My Money On.

let's go!

starting off with the greatest offender, corsx snail radiance dual: sticky, never absorbed, gave me millia!!! it took me three months of exfoliating to get rid of it. -100/10

the ordinary glycolic acid toning solution: it's my third bottle and idk why i bought it because it never worked. i really didn't like any of the other products i tried from TO. 0/10

iconix peel & revive serum: didn't really do anything despite having a really promising ingredient list. felt pretty heavy on my skin. 3/10

naturium glycolic acid body wash: didn't really work but it might have been my fault for not leaving it on long enough. 2/10

and lastly the ouai detox shampoo: 5/10. cleaned my scalp pretty well the first couple of times, but then it started really stripping my hair. i've been using the 107 scalp purifying shampoo and it's a lot better

that's it for this year, see you next passover folks!

[bourbon-ontherocks]

okay, I moved stuff around in the asks so we wouldn’t end with something depressing 😂 (même si c’est déprimant en soi de devoir faire des pieds et des mains pour que discuter d’une série ne nous donne pas le cafard 🤡)

I’m sorry but I gotta address the timeline again… doesn’t timothée’s line at the beginning imply he and morgane have been dating for two months? "on n’essaie pas encore, ça fait que 2 mois" ? yet gilles tries to get out of his predicament by telling daphné ~je me suis mal exprimé "l’autre jour"… is it so hard to make the dialogue make sense?? 😟 ah, et aussi. congrats to adèle/jessica for whatever time travel gymnastics it took to be born in 1975 and die at 37 in the 2020s. (maybe she enlisted eliott’s help lol. he was wearing a back to the future sweater in the last scene, #timetravellerconfirmed)

I applaud the continuity in some regards though. lille est toujours un vivier olympique, apparemment (or are all cities like that? 😅); whatever research on hinduism they did for 304 was duly reused; morgane’s windows are still broken (tho if it really has been 2 months, we should perhaps hold the applause); she was right and did get dumped pretty fast (🥴💔💔); and, personal fave, my headcanon of a technophobic [gros canard] still holds 📱

but please tell me the product placement won’t last all season, jpp de leur café 💀 céline literally stops drinking tea because they put the coffee maker ON DISPLAY in her office, wtf 😂 a silver lining: it brings out the anticapicalist in morgane since she doesn’t drink a drop of the sponsored coffee timmy brings her at work. 🙏🙏🙏 certes, c’est capillotracté, but it’s something, alright?? let’s take that win before they snatch it away 😅 I’ll leave you with that, thanks for bearing with me! I’ll be happy to hear any and all positive takes you have on this ep. ❣️❣️❣️

"c’est déprimant en soi de devoir faire des pieds et des mains pour que discuter d’une série ne nous donne pas le cafard 🤡" -> And unfortunately, it's just the beginning... 😭😭 let's get used to it

So, before I dive into this one, Morgane's getting dumped by Timothée. This. Was. So. Gratuitously. Hurtful 😱😭 I mean, I was absolutely NOT rooting for them, but I wanted her to breakup with him, not the other way around. She objectively doesn't really care about the guy, and yet he still manages to break her heart by poking the same scar the others poked before, and I just -- 💔💔

Can we talk about how "J'ai besoin d'une relation plus...." "... simple ?" "Ouais c'est ça." "C'est toujours ça..." was such a heartbreaking exchange? Morgane being hit and ran over and over again about the SAME issue really hurt😰, and even more so when put in perspective with later stuff but 🤐🤐

Now, the timeline. 100% agreed, and I noted the same things re the inconsistencies. And the victime's date of birth made zero sense anyway since they changed her identity, right? So her zodiac sign might not be accurate, idk... Also the two months gap, which is necessary to vaguely establish Morgane and Timothée as a ~relationship, implies that Gilles kept pretending to Daphné that he was dating Timothée? And knowing Daphné she probably couldn't keep her mouth shut and made all sorts of allusions in front of Timothée who just had no clue at all? 😂 And I didn't notice Eliott's sweater but you're right, actually this show's been making fun of us and me specifically from the start 😅

(also yes, the windows weren't changed for two months while it was literally snowing during 304 🤦)

Now for me the biggest continuity issue in this episode is Morgane telling David she doesn't smoke while we saw her smoking in 301, I'll leave you with that 😅

Unfortunately, the product placement is far from over, and I must admit that it's particularly unsubtle and annoying this season 😠 but please tell me this didn't kill Céleane (Céline x tea 😆) aka my favorite ship from this show!!! 😱 And I didn't notice the trend but now that you're pointing it out, Morgane NEVER drinks out of these sponsored cups of coffee and only drinks from the anonymous cup during the breakfast scene, so... 👀

Other honorable mentions about this episode include :

Timothée attempting to lecture Serge and the latter just bursting with hilarity at him, that was extremely satisfying to watch 😊

Morgane and David bonding over getting dumped by the loves of their lives, that was sweet. At least Morgane got a modicum of sympathy and understanding this ep 🥲💕

Morgane's video at the end 🤣🤣🤣 Couac Investigations!! The fact that she answered Gilles in the video and the face he makes!!! Love this

Well, this is all I got for today, I hope I made you feel a tiny bit better about this episode (do you still have those boating shoes on or did they break already?)... And I just wanted to say, I will always bear with you 💕 ngl we're facing hard times, but we'll get through this, anon, and we'll get through this together 😘

Til next time! 🥃❤️

[nimphontheshore]

Babydoll,

Happy anniversary. Happy four months ! lol.

Je t’écris un peu en avance, bien que minuit soit déjà passé ici. Je ne sais pas si je serai toujours éveillé à l’heure où tu liras ce petit texte, mais j’avais besoin de célébrer à la bonne heure, de te laisser quelques mots. Une de mes peurs, c’est que mes paroles sonnent redondantes. Ou qu’elles viennent perdre de leur sens, tu vois ? I feel so much for you that its hard to put it into words, new ones. I feel like it’s never enough.

Chaque fois, à cette heure, à cette date, j’ai l’impression d’être propulsé plus d’un an en arrière, de me revoir rêver de t’avoir pour de bon, rêve qui me semblait tellement impossible, sometimes, voir qui allait au delà de la raison. Et pourtant, chaque mois qui passe, je trouve que this — donc nous, le fait d’être ensemble — c’est le choix le plus raisonnable que j’ai pu prendre dans ma vie. Le choix le plus juste, naturel ; et maintenant même, vital. Alors je m’excuse si j’ai été tiré de tous les côtés cette semaine leading to tonight, désolé si j’ai eu des moments d’absence, physique ou même mental — des oublis, la tête un peu ailleurs, mêlé, tout ça. Je déteste me sentir loin de toi, encore plus quand je t’ai finalement pas si loin. Avec moi. Tu sais aussi, ça va peut être ne pas faire de sens mais j’suis souvent face à une oxymore : Des fois ma tête est ailleurs, donc je suis un peu déconnecté, je zone out vite, et j’aimerai pas que tu le ressentes; mais bref, quand je dis « ailleurs » c’est vraiment tout le temps about you. Et je trouve ça fou, mental, de me dire que ouais, des fois je suis ailleurs, ailleurs, pensant à toi. Je pense que le fait de ne pas avoir tout à fait le contrôle sur mes journées me rendait anxieux. Anxieux car j’ai tellement cette peur que tu en aies marre, ou alors que tu t’habitues à mon absence et que tu n’aies plus envie de ma présence; peur que tu penses que je ne pense pas assez à toi, que je n’ai pas besoin de toi; alors que everything is spinning around you; you’re the center. Et j’en suis le satellite. So yeah, i feel really anxious lorsque l’on faille à notre routine, à nos horaires, j’ai l’impression que le monde s’arrête de tourner quand je me couche plus tôt que d’habitude. Puis surtout, même si je me force à relativiser quand je ne peux pas être auprès de toi, n’empêche que its still hard. Quand je dis ce que je ressens, dans ces moments, ou comme right now d’ailleurs, j’ai l’impression d’être super égoïste. Des fois j’ai l’impression de come off like this. Alors que je te promets, du plus profond de mon être, qu’au delà de penser qu’à ma peine de ne pas t’avoir constamment avec moi; c’est surtout que je pense à toi, à comment tu te sens, à si tu vas bien, si ton épaule te fait encore, if you ate, if you smiled today. Je pense qu’à toi, et ça, constamment, in every shape or form.

Il n’est jamais trop tard pour répéter à quel point je suis fier de toi. À quel point je suis désolé aussi de ne pas avoir pu tenir plus longtemps auprès de toi. Je sais qu’on va être réunis vite, but still, i just miss my girl, so much. Ça fait déjà un mois que je suis rentré, tu te rends compte ? Pour moi le temps passe vite, when im looking back, even tho it feels like 83838383 months, tant que le temps est long lorsque tu es loin. Comme une oxymore. Mais oui, i love you, more than the words could ever say. More than I could ever show. Je te jure que je fais de toi ma priorité, que je fais de mon mieux et que j’essaierai toujours de faire encore meilleur; car c’est ce que tu mérites, d’être aimée de la plus belle des façons, d’avoir toute l’attention et la réassurance qui existe. D’être gâtée, d’être heureuse; même quand tout est difficile, most of the time.

I just want you to feel good, and the world to be nicer to my girl. Because you’re such a joy, you’re so smart, t’es tellement… idk féroce sounds cringe but that’s you, you know. T’as juste cette présence radieuse et radiante. Et je suis vraiment tellement amoureux de toi. Everyday more than the other. Je te promets, c’est toi ma personne depuis tout ce temps et chaque huit de mois j’y pense. J’y repense, plus encore. Et je me dis que damn… it makes sense that you chose me, it had to be me. But still? How? You’re out of a dream, now that I have you. And I ain’t ever letting go baby, just so you know… la prison a tout jamais pour toi, pour moi et pour nous.

So don’t forget that I love you et Que je prends nos anniversaires super sérieux, as always. I just wish I had more time on my hands to come up with a proper gift, you know? But I will get back on my horse at some point, et je recommencerai tous mes projets. J’espère que tu le sais, ma Nereid, que je ferai tout pour toi. Et que jamais, ô grand jamais, je ne me repose sur mes lauriers quand il s’agit de nous, bien au contraire, je ne pourrai jamais rien prendre au acquis, jamais de répit, I just need you, need to chase you, so you never let go of me.

I love you,

My sweet doll

In every lifetime

[nereidofthesoul]

February 13th, 2024

Je sais que tu vas sûrement lire ces mots de la fin jusqu’au début… c’est à dire, octobre 2023. Mais j’ai peur que tu fasses une overdose de mes mots, que tu ne supportes plus ma plume. J’ai peur que ça en perde de sa valeur ou de son sens. J’ai peur de radoter (je le fais certainement), j’ai peur que idk… que ça ne sonne plus tant comme une surprise mais comme une liste de choses. Je sais pas. J’espère simplement que tu comprendras mes paroles as I mean them : comme vecteur de mes sentiments, comme expression de ma dévotion pour toi. J’espère que tu sais, que je les pèse tous tres fort, qu’ils sont intenses mais qu’ils représentent tout ce que je ressens pour toi. Finalement, les mots ne sont pas assez exagérés pour en capter réellement tout ce que je ressens, ouais. Tu sais, ça dépasse toute notion du réel

[cluethegirl]

you can have two things and they can go together so well but it will never be like the taste of lavender and coffee together. It's chocolaty without the sweetness and has the class of a generational wealth english woman who's messy on the streets with her books in a falling apart bag. But the cloudy, somewhat fruity aroma slips in and gives it all a big smooch like "oh mais ouais" but actually it says it in german or somth idk it's international love the dirty london fog oh how I love you