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Beautiful Stranger

03: The Name Of The Game

Driver! Lando Norris x OC (Lily Barton)

Summer love, strangers to friends to lovers, Greece and Greek mythology references

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warnings: fluff, too much fluff. flashbackks are on italics

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Don't think about him. Don't make a suspicious noise that would make him come. Don't. Don't. Don't. But those god damn blue eyes were staring back at me, so alive and so real.

"Uhg, no" I groaned, closing the sketchbook.

When I woke up I went as fast as I could to my art room, thinking that what I drew last night was some type of dream. That I was dreaming that I was drawing his eyes.

But no, they were real and captured on those thick papers, draws of his eyes from every angle I saw them.

"You are so stupid, Lily" I groaned, face palming myself.

I wanted to tear off the pages. But… those eyes were so beautiful, and they were looking at me.

"God, you are acting like a teenage" I groaned, closing the sketchbook and leaving it on the table. "So annoying"

I sighed, opening the window and looking at the sea. So close but so far at the same time. It's like the sea is calling me to go but I know that it won't be possible.

I grabbed my phone, playing soft music on the speaker, and focused on the empty canvas that was in front of me. I want to paint, but I don't know what. I want to do something since I can walk around the village or go to work, keeping my mind busy.

"What should I do with you?" I sighed, grabbing a pencil and taking a deep breath.

I sigh and let my hand work, moving all over the canvas.

Since I was little I always wanted to paint. My school notebooks were full of drawings. I secretly bought all the material I needed and hid it under the bed. I watched tutorials on the internet in the privacy of my bedroom.

I always did this alone.

"What the fuck?" I frowned when I saw what I was drawing. "No way, come on!"

It's as if my brain was letting my heart have the reins of my hands.

I groaned and grabbed an eraser, undoing everything that gave any type of hint about the crush of my brain.

"How can I be so ridiculous?" I sighed.

Baking is good, I don't have to draw someone, not even the guy next door with beautiful eyes… Stop!

"Oh dear Zeus, help me" I groan, tying my hair in a ponytail. "Not you, Aphrodite"

I always felt that every type of handmade thing was my specialty. I can draw, I can make jewelry, I can bake and cook. I would be a perfect housewife, just how my mother wanted.

Too bad I'm not that type of woman.

One of the things that really made me fall in love with Greece was the food. Those Mediterranean flavors were something addictive for me, and the pastry was something I needed to learn how to make.

"Shit…" I groaned, feeling the pain in my foot.

I shouldn't be standing up, if Logan knew he would come and push me to the couch immediately.

Logan, Logan, Logan… why the hell I can't stop thinking about him? Maybe it is the fact that he came running to check on me, worrying about me. Maybe my heart is saying that it’s a signal of some kind of fate.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous” I scoffed at myself. “Fate with him? Don’t make me laugh”

The angel in my shoulder was saying sweet things through my ear to my brain, trying to convince it that this was something new. I could hear how the devil in my other shoulder was getting in the argument too.

“I need air” I groan, going to the balcony and looking at the sea with some kind of sadness.

I wish I could be there, I wish I didn’t meet my neighbor, I wish none of this happened.

I wish…

“I wish you were never born!” she exclaimed, slapping my cheek, making the skin burn like if someone lightened a bonfire on ot. “You bring dishonor to this family!”

“But…” I mumbled, feeling the tears blurring my eyes. “Mom I don’t want to…”

“You have to” she stated, mad. I could see her eyes getting red with anger, how the vein of her neck was getting more visible as she tensed her jaw. “It will be in a week. You better not embarrass us more that you already did”

I gasped blinking quickly the tears, surprised by my own memory. I sniffled quickly, brushing the furtive tears that escaped my eyes and ran down my cheeks, making me sigh and hug myself.

No. Don’t get back there, Lily. You are better than this.

“You okay?” I heard him from the other side of the wall that separated the balconies.

I sigh and roll my eyes, closing them. It’s really impossible to not think about him.

“Are you crying? Are you in pain?” he kept asking, making me bite my lip.

“I’m okay, Logan” I said, more sharply than I wanted. “I’m just hating the fact that I can’t go to the beach because of this stupid bandage in my feet”

“I get it” he sighed.

I sigh and walk back inside the apartment, going around with the clutches. When I smelled that sweet scent coming from the oven I smiled, opening it and getting everything out of it.

I smiled proudly, looking at the perfectly made baklava and how the scent of it made my stomach growl in hunger. If you want to make a woman happy, give her her favorite meal.

I looked at the clock of the wall, biting my lip. I should make lunch, it's time for it. Morning went by pretty quick, thinking about a certain someone and trying to distract myself. It was good, refreshing. Something I really needed.

Peaky Blinders was playing in front of me, but I stopped it when I heard the front door opening.

"Hello?" I frown, looking at the front door, getting surprised to see Logan there. "Logan? What are you doing?"

"Do you have scissors?" he asked, walking inside the kitchen and placing the bag he brought on the table in front of me. "Oh, it smells nice, what is it?" he smiled pointing to the freshly made pastry.

"Baklava" I frown, following his movements with my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"I'm searching for the scissors" he said, opening the drawers. "I swear I saw some yesterday… here!"

I frown, looking at him turning around with the scissors on his hand and walking towards me, sitting in front of me.

"Put your foot here" he said, patting his thigh.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I frown looking at him, confused.

"You want to go to the water, right?" he asked me, sighing. "After you told me you were bad because you couldn't go to the beach I went back to the medical centre to talk with the doctor"

"You did what?" I mumbled surprised. He really did that?

"I talked with him" he said. "With the help of Google Translate, of course, and I had him on the phone with a friend that is physiotherapist"

I looked at him and swallowed thickly. Why is a stranger doing such things for me? I'm sure he feels guilty, because it was his fault I am like this.

"The doctor said that it wasn't too swollen, he put the bandage to immobilise the ankle And my friend said that with injuries like that he likes to use elastic bandages that can be taken off" he explained with a smile, making me look at him. "So… that's why I'll cut the bandage and put this"

"You… you did this… for me?" I was surprised.

No one did this for me. No one cared for me like this.

"Yeah" he nodded, opening and closing the scissors with a smile. "So, before I cut this bandage… Can I eat?"

"What?" I frown, suppressing a laugh.

"Yeah, I didn't have lunch" he said. "And that… thing looks and smells delicious"

"It's a musaka" I said looking at my plate. "I have more on the fridge"

"Okay" he smiled and got up, going to the fridge and opening it.

He walked around my apartment like he was in his own house. If someone else walked inside my house and grabbed everything like that I would be annoyed, but he wasn't annoying me. There was something in my brain that didn't turn on the alarms.

"God, you really are an amazing chef" he said after warming the plate and grabbing a fork, sitting next to me. "See, another thing I know about you"

There was something about him that didn't annoy me. Maybe it was his smile, how it reached his eyes. He looked friendly, shameless, open-minded.

"Why are you doing this?" I frown, leaving the fork on my plate.

"Doing what?" he frowned, talking with his mouth full and then swallowing it. "Eating?"

"No. This" I frown, moving my hands between us and them to the scissors and the bag. "Why?"

"You said you wanted to go to the beach" he repeated. "And I want to take you to the beach. That's it"

"Yesterday you said that I shouldn't go" I frown. "God, you are confusing me, Logan!"

"I felt bad when I heard you cry" he sighed. "I don't like knowing people feel bad, or are angry because of me. For once I want to make someone happy, even if that means doing a simple thing as going to the beach"

I look at him and sigh, eating again in silence.

No one did something like that for me. No one wanted to gesture like that for me.

"Come on, Liliane" my mother said, standing at the door.

"I don't want to!" I cried softly.

"Ah… don't act like a baby" she groaned, rolling her eyes. "Things like that happen. Dogs die and you'll keep living"

"He was my best friend!" I cried, hugging the small plushie he loved.

"Stop being a crybaby and get dressed!" she exclaimed. "Your father is waiting for us! This is important, Liliane!"

"I said no!" I cried harder, hiding under the blankets.

No one tried to make me smile after crying. My father used to buy me things to make me shut up. My mother used to look at me disappointed.

"Thank you" I whisper, swallowing the lump that memory left in my throat. "For doing this"

"It's okay" he smiled. "I'm bored, anyway. Some adventure and fun wouldn't be bad, you know?"

I smile weakly and nod.

Right, he's bored and now I'm his way of getting rid of boredom.

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I always hated to hear girls cry. It really made me sad.

When my sisters cried when we were kids I always felt like a punch in my chest and I always tried to do something to make them smile again. When my friends cried because a man broke their heart I was always there for them.

And hearing Lily sniffling made my chest hurt. I don't know what it is, I don't know what attracts me to her, but I feel like an invisible force pushing me to her.

It's not a crush.

Or maybe it is?

After all this time, being famous and having a lot of girls following me hoping that I would choose them, meeting a girl that doesn't know who I am and tries to avoid me, is something that makes me interested.

Hearing her music in the morning is something I would like to get used to. Or smelling the scent of the things she baked.

Okay, yeah. Maybe I do have a crush on the girl next door that I barely know about.

"You shouldn't keep your foot down" I said pointing at her ankle. "Come on, put it here"

"But…" she frowned, looking at my thigh.

"No buts" I interrupted her, patting my thigh.

She sighed and placed her leg on my thigh with the help of her hands, letting out a sigh of relief afterwards. I smiled looking at her, watching how her shoulders relaxed and how she ate in silence.

"See? It's fine, I don't bite" I said smiling.

Then I saw her smile, while rolling her eyes. But it was a smile. And I swear it was the most beautiful smile I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Okay, so this is the plan" I said after I finished eating. "I cut this thing, we put that thing and then we'll go to the beach"

"And you know how to put that thing?" she asked, pointing at the bag. "What's that, by the way?"

"Oh, it's an elastic bandage" I said, grabbing the box and showing it to her. "I bought it before coming here"

"You didn't have to…" she mumbled, and I could see the blush in her cheeks.

"You wanted to go to the beach, then we'll go to the beach" I said, smiling. "I'll take you there"

"On the scooter?" she frowned.

"Yeah" I nod.

"Oh god, no. I think I changed my mind, I like to stay here and do nothing" she nodded.

"Very funny" I laughed. "I'm serious, Lily. I'll take you to the beach and you'll get in the water"

"You promise?" she asked, blushing and trying to not look at me.

"I promise" I nodded.

She giggled softly, finishing her meal and then looking at the kitchen counter. I looked at where she was looking and I got up slowly, leaving her foot on the chair where I was sitting, and grabbed our plates to wash them on the sink, washing them.

"You want to try the baklava?" she asked me.

"Oh definitely" I laughed. "What is it made of?”

“Basically pistachio and syrup” she explained. “It’s nice”

“Okay, then I want some” I smiled, grabbing two small plates and putting the portions on it.

There was something about her that made me want to be here, taking care of her and giving her my attention. It was like she put a spell on me, making my mind clouded. I can’t even know when it happened, when my heart and brain decided that I wanted to help her and take care of her.

“Oh fuck, it’s delicious” I gasped with my mouth full of this delicacy.

“Thanks” she smiled.

When we finished the pastry I washed the dishes again, and then I sat in front of her, with her foot on my thigh. I washed my hands and then looked at her.

"Wait, you know how to put that bandage?" she asked me, stopping me before cutting the bandage.

"Eh…" I frown looking at the box. "No"

I looked at the instructions, but they were in Greek. She sighed and grabbed the box, her fingers touching mine, making me blush softly.

"Okay… Yeah, I get it" she nodded. "Cut the bandage, then I'll explain you how to put it"

"Okay" I nodded.

I started to cut the bandage slowly, placing my hand on her skin. It's soft, so soft. I heard her sighing relieved when the bandage started to leave her skin, leaving marks on it.

"God, so good" she groaned after her foot was free of bandage. "You have no idea how good it feels"

"I can tell" I nodded, watching her ankle. It's a little swollen, and purple because of the blood. "God… I'm sorry I made this to you"

"It's okay" she sighed.

I smile weakly at her and sigh, grabbing the box and opening it. I did everything she told me to do, wrapping it on her foot and making sure she couldn't move it.

"Now go get changed" I said. "I'll get changed too, okay?"

"Okay" she sighed, looking at the bandage in her ankle. "Wear comfortable shoes to drive"

"I won't drive" I frown. "We'll go on scooter"

"Yeah, how innocent you are if you think that I'll go on a scooter with you again" she laughed, making me roll my eyes. "I have a car, we'll go on it. Plus, I still have to use the crutches, it will be easy to wear them"

"Okay…" I sighed.

I walked out of her apartment to get changed. Thank god I searched on the Internet where I was coming and packed beach things.

I took a deep breath and started to get changed. But then I started to think…

What if someone sees me? What if they find me? We'll go to a beach with more people on it, right? If one of them knows who I am, I'm really fucked up. No, I can't go to the beach. I can't, I can't.

Why the hell do you do things without thinking first, knowing that you'll regret doing them, Lando?

"Hello?" I heard her knocking on my door. "Logan? Are you ready?”

“Eh…” I frown, being taken out of my thoughts. “Y-yeah”

I sighed, grabbing my backpack and hanging it on my shoulder. I opened the front door and I swear I nearly died. Lily was standing in front of me, wearing a baby blue summer dress and her hair tied on a braid that falls on her right shoulder.

God, please help me to control myself.

“Are you ready?” she asked me with a smile.

How can I say no to her?

“Yeah” I smiled weakly, getting out of the apartment. “Do you need help?”

“No…” she frowned, looking at the stairs, then she sighed and smiled weakly. “Please?”

I chuckled and nodded, going some stairs down and she grabbed my backpack and put it on her back. I felt her hands on my shoulder and how she took a step closer to my back. I’ll have to hold her thighs, her body close to mine.

God help me please.

“My car is there” she said, pointing to a white car that was near us.

Of course it was a car that screamed Greece vibes. She’s the representation of what every girl wants to have after watching those Mamma Mia movies.

“Cool car” I nodded, walking towards it with her still in my back.

“Very sarcastic” she said, patting my shoulder.

“No, I’m serious!” I laughed, placing her on the ground. “It’s a cool car for a place like this that have rocky roads near”

She chuckled and nod, walking to the backseats and leaving our bags there.

Why do I have that feeling of being comfortable seeing her do something as simple as that? God, I hate those feelings.

“Let’s go” she smiled, sitting in the passenger seat.

“Ehm… there’s a chance… to go to some type of small beach? Like… with not a lot of people in it?” I asked before starting the car.

“What?” she frowned, looking at me surprised. “Woah, woah… stop there you creep!”

“No! What? No! I’m not saying that” I exclaimed, understanding what she was thinking about. “It’s… well… I have agoraphobia”

Three lies already. Hoe can I be so fucking stupid?

“Oh… Oh!” she gasped. “And a beach full of people won’t help… I get it, yeah”

“Yeah” I smiled weakly.

“Oh, I know one” she smiled, grabbing her phone and putting the GPS on it.

I took a deep breath and started driving where the GPS said, parking where she told me. At this point I’m praying that she doesn’t discover that I have been lying to her since the start.

“Here we are” she smiled once we were in the sand.

Only a few people were there. And all of them were old people, women talking between them. I should be content with this.

I followed her, she was walking slowly to not hurt her foot, and then she placed her bag on the sand, taking her towel and laying it there. She took off her sundress, letting me see the white bikini she is wearing, and taking off the bandage.

How can she be so beautiful?

“Can you help me go to the water?” she asked me, looking back at me. “I promise I won’t swim, I’ll go until the water reaches my chest”

“I’ll go with you” I said, putting the towel down on the sand and taking off my shirt and shoes.

I felt her eyes on me, and it made me blush. Do I have a boner? No, maybe not yet.

“Come on” I said, holding her hands and helping her get up, trying to not look at her when she stood in front of me.

She walked slowly, groaning everytime she had to take a step with her bad foot. I just sighed and stood next to her, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and then my arm around her waist, helping her walk.

“Better?” I asked, hearing her sigh.

“Yeah” she nodded.

The moment her feet touched the cold water she sighed louder, making me smile. We walked slowly into the water, she was holding my shoulders and I was holding her waist.

"Good?" I asked her.

She nodded and took a deep breath, then I saw her close her eyes and get underwater, making me gasp.

"Lily!" I exclaimed, holding her close to me. "What the fuck was that!"

"I wanted to have the rest of my body wet" she frowned, holding my shoulders since I was hugging her waist.

We didn't say anything else. She was floating and I held her close to my body. We were silent, any word exchanged between us.

She licks her lips, making me look at them. They look… kissable-

No. Stop it.

"Hi" she whispered, her hands on my shoulders.

"Hi" I whisper back, looking into her eyes.

God, give me strength to not kiss her right now. Give me strength to not do something as stupid as kissing a stranger.

God, give me strength to not fall for her as hard as I'm already falling.

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yosefinthetrenches · 2 months ago

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hi ookay @janenotbirkin

jack kelly , in hard promisees at least , has nightmares n flashbackks n he fhinks the world is bad n he needs to leave n he has detachtment from the people around him n he avoudds talking about his ttime at the refuge n michael llike thats ptsd chat !!! he iss traumatized andd doesntt know how to cope iin the slightest so he keeps hiimself in a bubble tto not hurt otthher people !!!! guys !!!!

hee has never hadd time tto process michaels deafh so hee justtt . it rattles around in his brain n its all he can think about some days n he never wants to get out of bed roor get our of bed or talk to anyone becaused everyything reminds him of michael . michaeel . michael

hd thinks '' i couuuldve saved him , its my fault , its my fault , its mt fault, ,, please g-d forgive me ' annd it destroooys hom mmore than hee can tell .

jack kelly has ptsd btw i will elaboraate if asked

#newsies #jack kelly #ptsd

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ciaraenjoyssunsets26 · 6 years ago

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We have been best friends since the first day we met. This picture was taken when it was our last year of high school. We were having fun and it was senior night! #flashbacks #flashback🔙 #flashback2011 #flashbackk #flashbackfriday❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/ByaX_3zBRnV/?igshid=1c9hr9mb69rn5

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m-arkh-eis · 4 years ago

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#mmm trauma flashbackks #i dont wanna feel #right now #holy fUCK #i want this to go away

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alphaomegasin · 8 years ago

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jasmehraj · 5 years ago

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The tale of a robin and a nightingale

Meeting Adrien

Bruce is trying to be a good daddy. He's suceeding? I don't know. What do you think.

Marinette finally meets ADRIEN. (clapping)

Dickinette: 10 votes Jasonette: 0 votes I guess it's a dickinette then.

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Marinette watched Dick in everyone, literally everyone. She compares the person with Dick then thinks about befriending them. The sassiness of Alix. The nerdiness of Max. The strength of Kim. The smooth skin of Chloe. The bets of Alix and Kim.

Tonight she didn't sleep much. She dreamed of the night. She scrambled awake. When she did manage to sleep she dreamed of him all grown up and you know that again. She sighed. Then she slept a little tooo much. Now she is kinda late. She ran to the school. She reached the class room just in time. Imagine her frustration when she sees some blonde and chewing gum on HER SEAT. She was like 'WHY? WHY DO THESE BLONDES HATE ME SOOOO MUCH.' She sighed a long, exhausted sigh and walked up to him. She ran a hand through her hair then covered her face with her hands,"Are. U. Done?"

He looked like a deer caught in headlights,"I-I-II" His cheeks turned pink.

She raised her hand to make him stop,"Nevermind."

She shoved him out of the way a little roughly. She then took out a napkin out of her purse and threw the gum in the dust-bin. The boy was still trying to form some words. Alya came and sat by her. Before the boy could say something, Madame Bustier entered the class.

Turned out he was a childhood friend of Chloe. Then the gum is totally expected. She is not looking forward for another bully. This act was just sad. She took care of Chloe yesterday, she will take care of him before he got the idea that he can bully anyone. The boy ended up to be Adrien Agreste as he introduced himself. Agreste as in Gabriel Agreste. Don't blame her, she always look at the clothes, she never paid much attention to anyone expect Ricky.

The rest of the day was a blur. Alya caught her randomly blushing. Then she wiggled her eyebrows at her. During lunchtime she asked,"Got a crush on the new boy?"

I turned my head towards her fast,"No."

She just smirked,"That's what they all say. Why were you blushing at the back of his head?"

Marinette turned red at the reminder of the dream,"I was blushing due to my crush." It was true.

She just grinned wider,"On a model."

Marinette who was spaced out thinking about him,"He must be so handsome. If only I could meet him." She shook her head mumbling,"Bad Marinette, bad Marinette."

Alya clapped," You have a crush on Adrien!"

Marinette turned to smile at Alya and deadpanned,"Of course not."

But Alya didn't leave it of course. She was pissed on that Adrien boy. She was just waiting to see if he is really a bully. Then she will take care of him.

He didn't do much. Except he was looking like a very nervous, coward and fearful child. His smiles were not so real. Dick's smiles always reached his eyes. "Urghh..." Marinette bumped her head on the table, loudly catching everyone's attention in the classroom. The worse thing? It was Madame Mandelieve's class. Double shit.

"Is there any problem Miss. Dupain Cheng?" Madame Mandeliev said, hands on her hips, clearly not happy.

"No Miss." She said sadness on her face.

The teacher in question just sighed,"Miss. Dupain Cheng meet me after class."

Marinette nodded. When the class finished she went outside the door with Madame Mendeliev clutching her lucky charm.

"What is the problem Marinette?"There was no get away from this now but she can still try.

"It's nothing."

"Miss Dupain Cheng?"

"It's just about my friend. I don't know if I will see him again. I remember the time I spent with him but then-then I remember I'm probably never going to see him again. I remember....... I can't tell you more it's personal." I remember the death of my Uncle-Auntie was left unsaid.

"It's okay Marinette just try to pay attention next time." Her teacher patted her head and went to her next class.

When the school ended, it started rain and she didn't grabbed an umbrella in hurry.

"Do you need my umbrella girl?" Alya asked.

"No I'll pass. My house is near." She smiled at the girl. Alya nodded and went on.

Most of the students had left. She was standing outside the school doors. The new boy Adrien walked past her but then he stopped and looked at him, brows furrowed. "Hi."

She ignored him and bit her tongue so that she didn't say anything rash.

"I was just trying to get the gum off your seat. I am sorry. Here. I only have to walk to my car. I never went to school before. All this is a bit new for me . I never had any friends." He said, why are his brows furrowed again.

She touched the umbrella and a flashback made its way to her mind from the back of her brain.

FLASHBACK

Marinette was sitting outside on the top of the tent. (How? Don't ask.) It started raining. She didn't move. She looked here and there for some type of ..........anything to cover herself.

Then a shadow blocked the moon-light on her. She looked up to see "Ricky." She grabbed the umbrella as they both sat down. She looked at him. He was drenched.

"Why are you wet?" She asked him.

He rubbed the back of his neck, frowning,"You were sitting here, I came to join you and the rain started. So I hurried inside......"

She raised an eyebrow,"and........"

He laughed nervously,"I was worried that you will get wet, so I forgot thatIdidn'topenedtheumbrella."

"Slowly."

"I was worried that you will get sick so I hurried up to give you the umbrella but I forgot to open the umbrella. I was more focused on the fact that you were sitting in the rain."

She hugged him,"Awww. Let's go or you'll catch cold."

FLASHBACKK END

Marinette smiled fondly at the memory. She came back to the real world when the umbrella shut down on her face. She heard a laugh. She opened the umbrella to see Adrien laughing. She blushed. (from embarrasment, not like that don't worry my readers).

She laughed with him. This laugh and the smile was real. His smiles were fake to her all day but this laughter wasn't. He could make a good friend, not better than Dick but she feels like she will have to mother-hen him just like Dick.

"It's Ok." She said, smiling.

He went to his car. Marinette went home with a smile on her face.

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Just think that when she stares at him after taking the umbrella she is having a flashback.

She compared Adrien to Dick as she will have to mother-hen him just like she did to Dick.

I hope you liked the chapter.

Love,

Jasmehraj.

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cjsinkythoughts · 4 years ago

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new chapter was amazing AS ALWAYS lovely!!

i loved when bucky was saying "don't look just look at me" and when he carried her in bridal style🥺🥺

ALSO THE FLASHBACKK!!!! i'm in a puddle of emotions rn

I love soft Bucky so much! 🥺

And yes, we're gonna be addressing the flashbacks more in the upcoming parts!

Thank you, thank you! It means a lot, dearest! 😘

#cjsreplies #fatws series #fatws series asks

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remykolpakopoul · 5 years ago

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Descarga Around Sango RKK ► Manu Dibango + Omar Sosa

▼ [ Mise à jour 24/03/2020 ] Manu Dibango, saxophoniste et vétéran des musiciens africains en France, est mort, mardi 24 mars 2020, à l’âge de 86 ans, des suites du Covid-19. Cet article, publié quatre ans plus tôt, était consacré à sa complicité avec son son fidèle et regretté ami Rémy Kolpa Kopoul.... Salut, Manu... ♥︎ LL

► En 2001 paraît l’album “Kamer Feeling” de Manu Dibango sur le label JPS. Sa neuvième et dernière piste, avec le pianiste cubain Omar Sosa, fait un clin d’œil à Rémy Kolpa Kopoul : “Descarga Around Sango RKK”. ▼

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Ce titre figure parmi les 81 morceaux sélectionnés dans l’anthologie “Merci ! Thank You ! Volume 1″ de Manu Dibango (EGT/Wagram), parue en décembre 2015. Les 5 CD de ce coffret collector rassemblent des enregistrements originaux et inédits du début de sa carrière dans les années 60 ainsi que des bandes originales de films, des compositions gospel & piano solo, quelques rastas souvenirs, sans négliger les incontournables des années 70 et 80 (dont le célèbre “Soul Makossa”).

Dans l’entretien qu’il a accordé à Bintou Simporé pour son émission Néo Géo sur Radio Nova [ diffusée le 28/02/2016 ► À écouter en podcast sur Novaplanet ], Manu Dibango a raconté dans quelles circonstances ”Descarga Around Sango RKK “ a été créé, alors qu’il se trouvait en studio du côté de la Porte des Lilas. Rémy Kolpa Kopoul est arrivé, accompagné de sa découverte du moment : Omar Sosa. “Plutôt que de parler on a parlé avec les doigts et on a enregistré ce morceau, direct !” Les deux musiciens ne l’ont d’ailleurs jamais rejoué depuis…

Avec naturel, pudeur et affection, il y évoque aussi ce Rémy qu’il appelait “mon petit frère” et qu’il qualifie de “diamant à plusieurs facettes”. Parmi les ambitieux projets qui les ont réunis, le disque Tam Tam Pour l’Éthiopie reste un souvenir majeur.

Les notes de pochettes du Maxi 45 tours précisent : “Paris, décembre 1984. Sous l’impulsion de Manu Dibango, une trentaine de musiciens et de chanteurs africains enregistrent ensemble Tam Tam pour l’Ethiopie, un disque qui, dépassant les frontières et les clichés, sonne l’urgence de sauver des dizaines de milliers de vies dans une course contre la famine. Le bénéfice net de la société phonographique distributrice, de la maison de production et les redevances des artistes interprètes iront directement à ceux que la famine menace sous la forme de moulins à blé, de médicaments, de couvertures et d’aliments de première nécessité. Médecins Sans Frontières en garantit l’acheminement et la distribution, sans intermédiaire.”

Du beau monde pour une noble cause : Martin Meissonnier, Philippe Conrath, Philippe Constantin et Rémy Kolpa Kopoul assurèrent avec efficacité le rôle de producteurs exécutifs. [ ► Plus d’informations sur le site Afrisson ]

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Rémy et Manu : une amitié fidèle, doublée d’une admiration réciproque, qui a traversé les époques, avec élégance et en musique. La galerie ci-dessous illustre cette complicité éclatante !

▼ Au Mi-Centenaire de Rémy Kolpa Kopoul [ 1999 ]