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leclerc-s · 3 months

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track 001. shameless

─── ❝ distance, inches in between, i want you to give in. ❞ ───

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liked by charles_leclerc, arthur_leclerc, pierregasly and others

nataliaruiz my “best” friend gets to drive for ferrari next year! i think this calls for a celebration! (please get me sebastian vettel’s number or daniel ricciardo's, i'm not picky)

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charles_leclerc we are best friends stop lying to people

nataliaruiz are we though? charles_leclerc and i’m not getting you sebastian’s number much less daniel's nataliaruiz oh come on! please! for me! charles_leclerc no way

user18 oh how i’ll adore having natalia around at the paddock with seb.

user25 why is she only making her presence known now that charles is driving for ferrari? was alfa romero not enough?

user18 she has a job asshole and they’ve been friends since they were kids. nataliaruiz if you’ll scroll further down my page you’ll find that i congratulated charles on his achievement in getting into formula 1. not that i need to give an explanation to a stranger.

pierregasly have you two started dating yet? asking for a friend (i’m the friend)

nataliaruiz fuck off you french fuck user84 so it's not just us who sees it user67 meaning we’re not crazy like we thought we were

danielricciardo hate to break it to you kid, but i have a girlfriend

nataliaruiz aw man. also, please never call me kid again, i'm not that young. i could totally date leo dicaprio pierregasly that's because you're under 25... nataliaruiz i wouldn't complain.

maxverstappen33 you're telling me i have to deal with dumb and dumber?

nataliaruiz you fucking love me verstappen admit it. maxverstappen33 i tolerate you at best on a good day.

it started with alcohol, although stories like this always do. in hindsight you can't really blame charles for the choices he made when natalia looked the way she did. she was beautiful, he had known that his entire life. boys always told him he was lucky to have a best friend who looked like her. though it didn't always feel like luck when a boy broke her heart and he was left to console her. sometimes he wished she was less beautiful so her heart would get broken less.

after the announcement of charles’ move to ferrari for the 2019 season, natalia had decided a party night was in order, and charles was never one to say no to her. not even when they were little kids getting in trouble for whatever stupid stunt they decided to pull. it wasn't just that he had a crush on her until he was 14, but more so he didn't know how to say no to a pretty girl, especially one who was his best friend. even when she had moved to a different country to pursue her dreams of acting and modeling, they always found a way to speak. it also helped that she dropped everything the moment he needed her and vice versa.

had it cost them both relationships, yes, but neither of them truly cared. it was a weird dynamic to everyone, they acted like couple but they were friends, or so they insisted. and so they found themselves in the position they were in, naked in a bed, with a massive hangover. waking up together in a bed wasn't strange, they had done that before, but waking up naked was something new to them. natalia was the first to wake up, shooting up when she'd realized what had happened. she grabbed the pillow she had been using and smacked charles across the face, effectively waking up the sleeping boy.

charles shot up, "je suis réveillé. qu'est-ce qui ne va pas? qui est mort?" (i'm awake. what's wrong? who is dead?)

"english, charles, english. it’s too early for french," natalia sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"what's wrong?" natalia gestured to him, then her, and then their clothes on the room floor, "non."

"oui," she sarcastically said, "what do we do?"

"ignore it?" he questioned, "do you remember anything?"

"no," she muttered, "do you?"

charles shook his head, "i don't remember anything after pierre stood on a table."

"good, we forget this ever happened, things go back to normal."

charles nodded, "okay, do i close my eyes?"

"for?"

"are you not going to put your clothes back on?"

"oh!" natalia realized, "yes, i am."

pierre gasly added two people

pierre gasly they didn't leave to go fuck max!

max verstappen i'm just saying it could be a possibility. we've all been waiting years for them to start dating.

esteban ocon doesn't she have a boyfriend?

pierre gasly non, ils ont rompu, je pense (no, they broke up, i think)

mae jones translation? pierre gasly google translate it bitch mae jones you know what you french fuck baguette, joan of arc is still more famous than you AND SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR CENTURIES!!

max verstappen PIERRE FUCKING GASLY IF YOU FUCKING ADDED LECLERC I'M CRASHING INTO YOU NEXT WEEK

natalia ruiz is pierre talking shit again?

max verstappen EVEN WORSE YOU ADDED NATALIA?

natalia ruiz no, it's just not fair right? max verstappen i hate you. natalia ruiz and yet i was still your first kiss charles leclerc WHAT?! mae jones excuse me?

daphne jones can you guys shut up? for once? i can't have a moment of peace in the studio because my phone keeps blowing up.

natalia ruiz I'M GONNA GO SCREAM IN A PILLOW

charles leclerc please don't.

esteban ocon are you two together?

natalia ruiz i slept over. we didn't fuck. pierre gasly yet.

pierre gasly also, i feel like we should circle back to the natalia was max's first kiss thing. how did that happen? when did that happen? where did it happen?

max verstappen as mae says, i plead the fifth

natalia ruiz we were 12, and it was a dare. momma didn't raise a bitch

natalia ruiz well, she didn't raise me but you guys get what i mean

daniel ricciardo ah, trauma dumping, a skill this friend group is excellent at, welcome to the club.

max verstappen NO! DON'T DO THAT SHIT! THEY ARE NOT WELCOME!

sebastian vettel max, behave.

carlos sainz this is why we call you dad seb. you act like one.

natalia ruiz oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.

charles leclerc i am now deaf in one ear. she has really strong lungs.

esteban ocon i figure we should let her knew lewis and fernando are also in this group chat. to get all of the screaming out at once.

charles leclerc well fuck you for that esteban. my ears are ringing.

charles was fucked and apparently a good liar. he remembered everything from last night, from the first drink he had to the first kiss he shared with natalia. he was far from sober last night, but for some fucked up reason he remembered everything. charles didn't have the same luck as natalia, he just couldn't forget. and oh, how badly he wanted to forget, lorenzo had been right, falling for your best friend was never going to work out. it was times like these where he desperately wished his papa and jules were still around, they always knew what to say.

everyone around him always told him he was a shit liar, but hah! he had just proved them all wrong (take that pierre and george!) charles had effectively lied to his best friend right in her face and she hadn’t suspected a thing. apparently he had been thinking too hard because natalia sat next to him and he hadn’t noticed. charles wasn't even sure how they were functioning in the same space after what had occured between them this morning, rather late last night.

she sighed, trying to get his attention, charles turned to glance at her, saying nothing. natalia rolled her eyes and huffed, this time charles felt inclined to speak.

“what?” charles asked. she shrugged, “i don’t know, i feel weird.”

“do not tell me-” natalia’s eyes widened realizing what he was implying, “no charles! that’s not how it works. it’s been barely 24 hours or less!”

“i’m a man!” he shouted back, “i don’t know how that works!”

“oh my god,” natalia laughed. she sat back before turning her body to face charles, “kiss me.”

“quoi?” the monegasque questioned. she shrugged again, “i don’t know. maybe it’s because i know what we did and now i can’t seem to stop thinking about why on earth i would sleep with my best friend.”

“so… you want me to kiss you?”

“yes, maybe then i’ll remember why.”

“i’m not going to kiss you,” charles argued.

“what? why not?” natalia asked, “i’m a great kisser! i won’t bite, i swear!”

“you bit louis when we were 16,” charles reminded.

“because he was a horrible kisser and he liked garlic a bit too much.”

charles grimaced and opened his mouth to reply before natalia rolled her eyes him, grabbing him by the shirt of his collar and pulling in for a kiss. he reciprocated quickly, and after about a minute, natalia pulled away. charles stared at her, wondering what her next move would be.

she cocked her head to the side, “no, i still don’t get it.”

“get what?”

“why?”

charles quickly realized what she meant and replied, “we were drunk?”

“i would’ve done it sober,” natalia dismissed.

charles was shocked, that was a new revelation to him, “you would?”

“of course,” she quickly replied, “i would kiss you sober because what if a crazy fan was trying to kiss you? or what if a crazy ex wanted to kiss me?”

“right,” charles dejectedly replied. he stood up, “i’m going to take a nap.”

natalia stood up after him, grabbing his hand as he walked away, “was it the kiss? je suis désolée (i’m sorry) i wasn’t thinking and-”

charles interrupted her, pulling her closer and kissing her, natalia reciprocated. charles pulled away, placing his hand on her hips, there was tension between them, “tell me to stop and i will. i would never-”

it was her turn to cut him off, “don’t, don’t stop.”

green eyes met brown, not an ounce of regret seemed to be held in either of them. natalia waited for him to kiss her again. would this potentially ruin their friendship? absolutely, but neither of them cared, not right now. not when they only needed one thing, and one thing only, each other.

“why?” charles whispered, not daring to break their bubble.

“why not?” she argued.

“but it could-”

“i don’t care,” natalia says, “i trust you and you’re my best friends. i’d rather it be you then someone else i met at a bar. someone i don’t care about.”

“it’s going to change everything,” charles argued back.

“you’re schedule is about to be even worse because you’re driving for ferrari next season, you won’t have time for a relationship. i don’t want a shitty one night stand with a stranger or a relationship right now. it’s a win win for us.”

charles opened his mouth to argue again, but natalia has had enough, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. she pulled away first, breathing heavily, “do you want me to stop?”

“merde,” charles whispered, “non,” he decided after he paused to think about it, “s'il te plaît, ne t'arrête pas.” (shit, no. please, don’t stop.)

“okay,” she whispered, pulling him in for another kiss, both of them proceeding to lose each other in between charles’ sheets, not an ounce of regret. years later, they’ll both realize they were fucking idiots in love who disguised it as a friends with benefits relationship.

they both lay breathless in his bed between the sheets, she lays her head on his chest, and he pulls her close. they should’ve known then, it was never just sex for either of them. it was never was just going to be just sex.

“just sex?” she asks him.

charles, despite a broken heart quickly realized it was better to have a small part of natalia, than no part of her, “just sex,” he whispered, “this doesn’t change anything does it?”

natalia looks up at him, doe eyes looking at him, “no,” she replied, holding up her left pinky, like when they were children, “best friends?”

“pour toujours,” charles answers, interlacing their pinkies. (forever)

the were truly fucked from the start. if only they had realized it from the moment their lips first touched, maybe things would've gone differently for them. but would it truly? they had always loved each other, one way or another, they would end up in a similar situation.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! y'all I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT! hence why i skipped that whole thing entirely. but yay, first part of this series is finally out! this story does begin in 2018, right after charles was announced to be driving for ferrari in the 2019 season and then jumps to 2019.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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secretgamergirl · 10 months

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Absolute Shameless Lying Edutainment Commercials from the ‘80s

I don’t know why it suddenly got into my head to talk about this, but I just randomly remembered these two commercials I saw when I was very young and what serious BS both of them are. First we’ve got The Sweet Pickles Bus.

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So the actual product here is what I’m pretty sure was an honestly shamelessly overpriced plastic box containing like, half a dozen flash cards with letters of the alphabet. Pretty sure you didn’t even get the whole alphabet. Which is such a huge waste of money. No child wants a plastic box of flash cards, no parent wants to buy that. Wasn’t really a reasonable price either. But that is absolutely NOT what this commercial was selling. What we CLEARLY SEE here is a promise that your box of crappy flash cards is going to be HAND DELIVERED BY SOME KIND OF MUPPET DUCK DRIVING A GIANT PICKLE BUS WHO WILL PERSONALLY PLACE IT IN THE HANDS OF YOU, A SMALL CHILD, AND YOU WILL HAVE A LITTLE INTERACTION. That is something I could, and in fact did, beg my mother to pay for like the snot-nosed little toddler I was until she caved.

And guess what? There was no bus. There was no duck. They just shipped this box of garbage through the regular mail. I think my mother made the really bad call of trying to keep up kayfabe and insisted that the duck was in a hurry and I missed him because I was asleep which gave me a haunting regret for years. And the thing is, it honestly wasn’t that plausible that this was legit. It’s not like, a cartoon duck here. You can customize a van, you can get a mascot costume. This might have been a weird local thing because local ads were a thing back then. Kind of a birthday clown business model, you know? This is why a few years later commercials for toys and board games started really covering their asses with stuff like “game cards do not actually talk.”

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Like yeah, free floating living cartoons are not going to burst out of this cheap game, even a small child should get that, but they absolutely could have had a guy in a duck suit drive a delivery van around. That’s straight up misleading.

The other one popping into my mind today though is freaking Muzzy. Does anyone remember Muzzy? This is Muzzy.

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So like... that really is not, in fact, French those AMERICANS are speaking. That’s not even proper French Muzzy is speaking. This is butchered French gibberish I have to assume was the result of people looking up one word at a time in an English to French dictionary. Transcribing it, we’ve got:

“Je suis, le grand Muzzy.”

“Je suis la jeune fille!”

Literally, one word at a time, that’s:

“I am, the big Muzzy.”

“I am the young girl!”

Even in English that’s super weird and awkward but like... this is not at all how French is structured. This isn’t even something you need to be a native speaker to know, this is like, literal day one high school French knowledge.

First off, I would never, ever say, in French, “Je suis Violet.” I would say “Je m’appelle Violette.” Literally that’s “I call myself Violet,” with the explicitly femme version of the name. “I am” is reserved for like, a type of thing/person you are. Also, adjectives always come after the nouns they describe, and even in the right order, “la fille jeune” kinda suggests that she’s the ONLY young girl. In English you’d say “a young girl” here and that does translate across, so that should be “une fille jeune.” Which is also still just a weird thing to exclaim but at least it’s proper French and not gibberish. I’m not even totally sure what they were trying to have Muzzy convey. Was it a nickname? Was there some sort of small Muzzy he needed to distinguish himself from? Is this some kind of Bigger Luke thing? Regardless it seems pretty clear these tapes were thrown together by someone with just no actual qualifications at all, and they drilled it into a whole generation.

I don’t have any sort of larger point here, just, wow screw these hucksters who plastered ads all over like, Nickelodeon 40 years ago. This is awful.

#muzzy #sweet pickles bus #fraud #80s nostalgia

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eurovision-revisited · 10 months

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1997 Dublin - Number 7 - Paul Oscar - "Minn Hinsti Dans"

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It's a quirk of the Eurovision random draw that was in place in 1997 that it manages to put certain songs in certain positions. For instance, Turkey always had a draw in the top half every year from 1985 to 1997. Mostly they were drawn in the first five songs. The only year this didn't happen was 1994, when they'd been relegated and didn't take part. There are enough artefacts of non-randomness to lead to the suspicion that someone was fixing things to a degree.

Another of those other quirks is the tendency of the more controversial or idiosyncratic songs to be drawn last in the running order. That happened in 1994 with Je Suis un Vrai Garçon. Here in 1997 there's Paul Oscar and four latex-clad, highly flexible women literally draped on a sofa. Paul is not only the first openly gay man to sing at Eurovision, but his staging is so sexual, so decadent, so overt, that to this day it makes you stop what you're doing to pay attention.

It's one of the first Eurovision acts where staging is an essential part of the performance. This isn't just a man standing in PVC trousers, singing into a mic. This is a man acting, dancing, moving in a choreographed way while singing. He has a cheek-mic. He has a prop. An actual stage prop that he interacts with. His dancers interact with him and also sell the message of the song. It's not a high-energy bopathon, it's a louche, lascivious, serpentine pose of a song. This performance has had so much thought and design put into it, it eclipses any other Eurovision staging to this point it time.

Somehow that white sofa is the most outlandish thing on this stage. There have been small props incorporated into acts going way back to the 1950s, but this the first time a whole act has been set around a central large prop like this by a delegation. There there are the camera angles and editing. They've been planned and programmed perfectly to fit to the track. Paul's moves are choreographed with that camera in mind.

This may all be commonplace now, but just look at the all the other songs in 1997 and notice how they nearly all start with a held establishing wide-shot of the stage, before cutting to a shot of an instrument or the singer before they start the first verse. Iceland begin with a close-up of one of the dancers panning along her body, then up to Paul's face via his fully spread crotch. The first cut is when he suddenly reveals his eyes from behind his bejewelled hands halfway through the first verse. It's perfect.

Minn Hinsti Dans (My Final Dance) is a self-penned, restrained, club track with pumping drum and bass track supporting the orchestra's contribution of legato strings and occasional harp flourish. It's a song from the final night of extravagance before The End. A night for caviar, bubble baths and blowing away everything that remains. It ends with the percussive pulse slowing as the song's heart stops. Regret is a dirty word. There is only the most unabashed and shameless pleasure until that final beat.

It didn't win, the juries were far too shocked to give it any points. Notably all bar two of the points it did get were from the five countries with 100% televoting. Sweden gave it 8 and the UK gave it 6. Paul Oscar jolted the Eurovision audience awake in so many different ways. This, this, is what we wanted. The directors of the various delegations must have been furiously taking notes. This could be entered in 2024 and do exceptionally well.

This wasn't the start of Paul's career, but it's the very solid foundation on which he's built a long CV of activism, recording, DJing and being one of the better known faces of Iceland's LGBTQ+ community. Truly one of Eurovision's pioneers.

#Youtube #esc #esc 1997 #eurovision #eurovision song contest #dublin #dublin 1997 #Iceland #Paul Oscar #Out and Very Proud

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a-room-of-my-own · 2 years

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Fribourg et la Forêt Noire sont des coins très sympas et assez joignables de Paris. Fribourg est une belle ville, et plein de possibilités de randos en Forêt Noire (et mi juillet les vacances d'été n'ont pas encore commencé dans la région). L'Allemagne n'a pas une réputation très funky mais il y a vraiment de beaux coins à découvrir (shameless propaganda de mon pays d'adoption 😉)

Ah oui j'aurais jamais eu l'idée j'avoue! Mais c'est possible si on parle pas allemand? Parce qu'à part Guten Tag je suis inefficace 😅

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maisondrew · 1 year

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You’ve been on my mind lately. I think it started when i went to the club with ivan. he sat next to me and asked me how ive been, and put his arm around me and just showed mad love "yo im really glad you're here, we havent chilled in a minute". he said. Sybyr played earlier today and it hit. I think tonight is the night i finally get the chance to grieve you.

Music was our bond since the moment we met. “Je suis le noir le plus blanc que tu vas rencontrer”. When i found out you listened to metal in grade 10. Shameless in your identity and your taste in music is what i loved about you. Putting me on ferg, uzi and even tried to put me on korean pop. When you hit me and martin up to hangout in the summer, there was a part of me that dreaded it. When i left emmanuel i felt as though i made sure to remove myself from anyone there and went as far as dissociating from the identity i had there. Kept in touch with the ones i truly had love for and moved on. Seeing you meant i had to tap into that identity. Martin and i dont even fuck with each other like that anymore. The day came and martin ghosted, i pulled through. I hadnt seen you in years. You asked me to call jaya, and i did. We spent time in the parkinglot talking about life, music and the men we chose to be. You pulled up in a white beamer. You were level headed but i could tell you were happy about the car. kept emphasizing how it meant nothing to you. “I stay out of trouble. Mes amis font des bhays, moi j’vais au travail, et je rentre chez moi, je veux rien savoir.” I think that line of yours echoes through my conscious the loudest. “Je veux bouger au ouest, c’est calm ici”.

On the night Wednesday, August 10th, i was riding my motorcycle to the old port. The sun was setting and the sky was magnificent, but i couldnt shake this feeling in my stomach. The entropy in the air was strong, why does it feel like my clock is holding on by a thread? I was particularly paranoid and i couldn't comprehend why. My sixth sense was feeling particularly hazy. “is this how i go? will it be a pothole or an accident? am i gonna get drunk tn and drive into a lightpole?” I was playing eeny meeny miny moe, which one of these cars is going to projectile me on the otherside of the highway? I felt death lingering around me until i made it to the club that night. A fight broke out, and my boy got involved, so i got involved, is this it? collateral in a fight? but no, i was okay.

It was jeffs story that i saw first in the morning. “What the fuck does he know about you, why the fuck would he post that?” i messaged him, that shit wasnt funny, i was heated at 9 am. I checked cobis story, and texted jaya right away, l kept refreshing my phone while driving to work. This cant be real. But it was. The only time adulthood escapism was of any service; i was in brampton while people walked your vigil. I felt like i didnt show up for you the way you showed up for me in the west. When i came back i made sure to go to your funeral. I went alone on my bike. Found a seat and witnessed people speak on your name. Your family, your friends, and your mother. Your strong spirited mother. It was all still surreal. At your burial i was accompanied by some familiar faces, which made me feel some comfort. Your mom left fast. I wanted to stay as long as i could so i did. People came to you to say their good bye. I shied away, i didnt wanna front on anyone. One of your boys played uzi, the track you showed me in highschool. Eventually when people moved away, ivan put his arm around me and said: “come, we need to say good bye” ivan, devin, crystel and i came to see you. I put my hand on your casket and i prayed.

I prayed you found the quiet you looked for. I apologized for not putting effort to see you when i could have. And i thanked you for the music. I thanked you for the time, and thanked you for coming to see me and keeping in touch. You were always so big yet so gentle. I was far from being your closest friend, but the little bit of mutual love and respect we had for each other was enough to have me aching writing to you now. I know its meek, but i hope it is strong enough to travel to you. you really broke my heart. May your soul travel in music forever.

long live jaystarz.

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

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oh I forgot, Grima also means “shape changer” along side mask/specter/deceit etc.

Again, an Odinn tie-in with his use of the name Grimr and that whole thing.

But. ah, possibilities.

#je suis shameless #grima wormtonge #lotr #lord of the rings #language

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infinitelytheheartexpands · 3 years

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dammit I have “Je suis Titania” stuck in my head again

#opera #opera tag #JEEEEEEE SUIS TITANIA LA BLOOOOOOONDE #Mignon #Je suis Titania #Thomas #Ambroise Thomas #a shameless coloratura showpiece if I ever heard one

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a-random-fandom-friend · 4 years

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Les Castafoltes ont tous une marque au creux de leurs bras, un code barre, qui les fait buguer. Dès qu'ils la voient ils s'éffondrent, et il faut les reprogrammer, les faisant renaître encore et encore, légèrement différents à chaque fois.

Les humains, eux, ont la première phrase que leur dira leur âme soeur au même emplacement. Le Visiteur a lu et relu celles inscrites sur sa peau, ces deux phrases impossibles. Personne ne peut les dires, et surtout pas un robot, sans buguer aussitôt.

"Je suis un robot ! Je suis un robot !", sa marque lui rappelle, comme pour se moquer.

J’avais oublié que j’avais écrit cette fic du coup je la partage ici ! ^^ Soulmate AU Henrisiteur, General audience, One shot, le gang est là et je les aime.

(spoiler pour le nom du visiteur et warning pour un peu d’angst )

#shameless reblog #my fics #kalincka a commenté et je me suis souvenu'e que je l'avait ecrit et posté like can you believe i did it #henrisiteur #vdf #he he i love them

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local-ground-apple · 4 years

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Hello! What do you think about situation when Vil fall in love with MC, but somehow thinks that they have crush on Rook. I think it's bond to be pretty funny. Famous misunderstanding things (~˘▾˘)~

Did I write sth short in response? Yes, I did

,,Mon lapin~~ C’était vraiment extraordinaire! Je suis fier de toi!”

Rook’s praises on how your “stalking technique” has tremendously improved, were both concerning, as well as, flattering and you had to admit that they made your heart slightly melt.

However, you both failed to notice a person observing your nervous form, happily giggling when Rook played with loose strands of your hair. Vil gritted his teeth from pure annoyance at the mere sight of the certain hunter touching you. He impatiently tapped his heels, clicking his tongue in displeasure.

Oh, how both of you could be so shameful and inconsiderate of Vil’s feelings?

He was fuming with anger and jealousy.

Envy.

Vil hated that word. He detested it with pure passion, yet whenever he saw you and Rook happily chatting together, his heart painfully hurt. Why couldn’t you just love him? No, instead, you were fixated on certain, shameless hunter.

It seemed that perhaps you were oblivious to his feelings, whenever he tried to hint them. How your gaze was lowered, whenever his hands gently brushed against your skin, how you avoided the eye contact, how you brushed off his advices.

Yet…

No, he couldn’t take it no more.

Rook’s lips connecting with your hand, leaving a gentle kiss, as his gaze was focused solely on you, made something inside Vil snap. He left out an exasperated sight, as he could feel his body fuming with anger.

The stomps of heels echoed through the courtyard. You heard them, before you even saw Vil, as he aggressively walked in your direction clenching his fists. Rook only raised an eyebrow and chuckled, when Vil firmly grabbed your hand and began vigorously wiping it with his handkerchief.

,,Disgusting, absolutely disgusting”

,,W-wait...Vil!”

Vil was determined to erase Rook’s lingering kiss from existence. How could he? He shook his head, annoyed and disgusted with hunter’s shamelessness.

You could only let out a small yelp, when he grabbed your arm firmly and began dragging you away, ignoring any protests from you. You struggled, yet soon realized your attempts were futile.

,,You definitely shouldn’t Rook touch you that easily potato!”

You could hear Vil’s voice dripping with annoyance and disgust, as he continued to scold you. You were doing your best to keep up with his aggressive and rapid tempo, yet your short legs were no match to Vil’s long vogue ones.

Once you both were out of the sight of curious and indiscreet eyes, Vil let go off you, finally giving you a brief moment to catch your breath and calm down your racing heart. He run a hand through his hair, letting out a deep sigh. You titled your head to one side, eyeing him with pure confusion written all over your face, as you had no clue what could have made him that angry.

“Vil, what’s the matt-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a barely audible “tsk” coming from his rosy lips, as Vil knocked the breath out of your throat. Suddenly your back collided with cold surface of nearest wall, as his hands rested on both sides of your head. Your gaze immediately focused on your shoes, too embarrassed to face his violet orbs piercing through your form.

Vil leaned closer. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine, as his soft hair gently brushed against your cheek.

You wanted to close your eyes or just disappear. The sudden closeness was too much for your poor heart, which was beating rapidly, as you desperately tried to stay calm and collected.

Vil’s cold finger gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look straight into his eyes filled with determination and perhaps hurt. You weren’t sure what was the hidden emotion buried inside them, since his soft lips dangerously close to yours seemed to distract you.

,,Why? Why Rook out of all people? Why not me?”

Now you were beyond confused, hearing Vil’s desperate words. You could sense that he was doing his best to keep up collected façade, yet his faltering voice and glinting eyes betrayed him.

Vil Schoenheit was insecure.

Probably for the first time in your life you had seen The Vil Schoenheit insecure, desperately waiting for your response. You furrowed your eyebrows.

Rook? You didn’t understand. What Rook has to do with your sudden situation.

,,Wait, w-what?”

Now, a confusion flashed through Vil’s face, who leaned a bit backward surprised at your question. He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, carefully scanning your face and weighing his options.

,,You love Rook, right?”

Vil certainly didn’t expect you to giggle at the mere sound of his words.

,,Me and that creepy, Frenchy hunter? Naaah, I just occasionally stalk you with him, that’s all!”

Now, Vil certainly didn’t expect your answer, which made his eyes widen. He was concerned, yet flattered, that’s for sure.

You soon realized your mistake in telling a bit too much. Your hand quickly covered your mouth, as your eyes were suddenly glued to the floor, too afraid to look Vil straight in the eyes, as the wave of embarrassment washed all over your body.

Great Y/N, now he will think you’re a creep.

,,My, my, what a desperate potato you are! And here I thought you were enamored with Rook. Do tell me more about that “occasional stalking” though”

,,What are you doing?”

You whispered, as you sat next to Rook who was situated behind bushes, his eyes glued to one certain figure, carefully following its every single move. He seemed not to blink and that sparked your interest.

,,Enjoying the view, mon lapin”

You nodded at his rather vague response, as you tried to make out who he was stalking this time. You squinted your eyes, as you noticed one person who never ceased to make your heart flutter.

,,And Vil is the view?”

“Bien sûr!”

You didn’t need a lot of time to think about it. No, your brain was rather quick to react. Obviously, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity to learn more about your crush. You comfortably sat on the grass, getting closer to Rook, snatching his binoculars and focusing your attention on Vil.

,,Well, I’m joining you”

It’s not the best funny misunderstanding ever, BUT I ADORE THIS CONCEPT

Vil thinking you’re in love in Rook, while in reality you’re just getting help from this hunter on how to successfully seduce Mr. Schoenheit....

Truly amazing concept (☆ω☆) SOMEONE PLS WRITE IT

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Say It In French

Coco Cruz x Reader

Summary: Coco discovers that the girl he likes can speak French as well as Spanish and English and it turns him on to hear her speak another language.

Warnings: None, just swearing in French, suggestive themes and some sweet making out against a wall.

Word count: Approx 900

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Anon Request: Can I request a Coco imagine the reader knows spanish but also knows french and Coco is surprised and turned on?

A/N: Hi loves, I hope you enjoy this! I was really excited for this request, my husband is French so I speak quite a bit myself (but it’s far from perfect, so I apologise if half of it is incorrect lmao 😅) I did try to slide descriptions/translations of what she’s saying into the fic without breaking immersion, but there’s a list at the bottom of the translations just in case 💕

Coco was used to hearing you speaking Spanish, it was clear from the extent that you used it on a regular basis that you were fluent. He had a bit of a fascination with hearing you speak Spanish, it sounded beautiful in your voice and he loved that you often referred to him as ‘mi Coco’. Even if he wasn’t really yours, he liked that you called him your Coco.

You sat across from him, looking at your hand of cards, worrying your lower lip as you thought about which card to play next, he watched as you placed a card down and he smirked, putting down his next card and shoving the stack at you to add to your hand. “Merde.” You muttered and for a second, he thought he had misheard you, or you had misspoken.

Reluctantly taking the cards and adding them to your hand, you sighed and put down the next card, hoping to build up the stack and catch him out fast enough so he didn’t win. But immediately, Coco placed down another card that forced you to add them to your hand. “Uh, putain.” You groaned and now you really had his attention. “You just call me a whore, cariña?” He chuckled and you burst into giggles. “Nooo, it’s like saying ‘fuck’ but in French, it’s the old way of saying whore.” You explained, scooping up the cards he’d slid across to you.

“Can you say something that ain’t swear words, huh?” He asked, leaning forwards on the table, now more interested in hearing your sweet voice speaking French than the card game. You sighed as you shuffled your cards together into a little stack as you thought about it.

“Je suis fou de toi.” You said the words sweetly, a little smile on your lips as you told him you were crazy about him, hoping he didn’t actually understand what you were saying and Coco just gave you a bit of a clueless, but intrigued look. “What else huh? C’mon querida, I know you got more than that.” He winked nudging your hand with his as he put his cards down, the game now long forgotten.

“Tu me rends tellement heureux et je t'aime.” You smiled, hoping it wasn’t obvious how flustered you were at saying those things to him, telling Coco that he made you happy and you love him when he didn’t know what you were saying. Perhaps saying it in a language he didn’t know would help you to build up the courage to actually say it in a language he did know.

Coco melted at the way your voice sounded, he looked genuinely quite taken with your French accent and the way you said the words so perfectly and if he was honest… It kind of turned him on. He had it bad for you and it had taken months for him to realise he was in love with you. You were gorgeous, sexy and painfully cute. He wanted everything with you, but he just didn’t know how to say it. You speaking French just added to his list of things he loved about you. “French sounds real fuckin’ good on you querida.” Coco winked at you and you let out a soft giggle.

“C’mon cariña, smoke break? Speak more French to me, yeah?” He asked, nodding towards the door as he held up his pack of smokes and you smiled at him, nodding as you hopped up to join him. As soon as the pair of you stepped outside, Coco turned around and gently pushed you back against the wall.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me, preciosa.” He whispered roughly against your ear and you looked up at him, confused. “Didn’t know you loved me.” Coco chuckled, a shameless smirk on his lips as his hands came down to rest on your hips.

Shit.

“You- fuck you understand French?” You asked, a little flustered as he leaned in closely, his lips pausing millimetres away from yours, his breath warm against your skin as you looked up into his deep brown eyes, a loving, lustful gaze looking over you. “I understand enough.” He replied with a wink and you bit your lip softly, suddenly feeling the heat of embarrassment mixed with excitement, hoping it wasn’t too obvious how flustered you were.

“Embrasse-moi Coco.” You murmured softly and Coco kissed you, lips capturing yours in a heated, heavy kiss, hot breaths mingling as his grip on your waist tightened, groaning as your lips moved against his. Trailing your hands over his chest, your fingers met at the nape of his neck, sliding into his dark hair and you pulled yourself against his body, moaning softly against his lips as you felt his hardened arousal against you.

“Tell me what you want, cariña.” Coco groaned against you, pushing you back against the wall, lips parting from yours as he trailed kisses down your neck, not even caring that some of his brothers might be around to see. “Fuck, Coco I want-”

“Say it in French, querida.” He interrupted.

“J’ai envie de toi.” The words came out in a half whisper, desperate, soft, full of suppressed feelings and Coco paused to look at you, slowly reaching up to cradle your cheek, his fingers gently brushing against your soft skin. “You’ve got me, m’all yours, cariña.”

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Translations:

Je suis fou de toi | I’m crazy about you.

Tu me rends tellement heureux et je t'aime | You make me so happy and I love you.

Embrasse-moi Coco | Kiss me Coco

J’ai envie de toi | I want you

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