#i'm queing months in advance

[ourladylennon]

Paul McCartney in Mary Had a Little Lamb

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yan!Cage-Fighter x Fem!Reader

'Paying bills ain't easy'

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Toxic behavior, traditionally masculine roles, power dynamics, violence, murder, jealousy, subpar spanish, cursing, mentions of sex, description of unsafe neighborhoods.

(AN: I know I said I was working on the part two for the fae fic, and a fashion designer piece, but the idea for this guy hit me like a train. Apologies for any Spanish mistakes, I'm coming along in my learning!)

The sound of raucous cheering rings out throughout the crowd of the 'Dog Pit' Den, Harlem's most prolific underground fighting spot. Fighters from all over the city come here to try and earn a living wage. Backbreaking, degrading work, boxing, kicking, and spitting in the no-rules ring. A crack, a cheer, and the sound of a collapsing body, before the announcer yells that Matias Lopez has taken yet another challenger down. A sweaty, tanned man hops back and forth on his feet, arms raised in the air as he celebrates his victory.

"Ladies and gentleman, Matias 'The Mayhem' has taken down yet another challenger! You know what that means! Make some noise!" The announcer yells, and the room shakes with boos and cheers, the stomping of feet making the ground tremble. "Matias Lopez has won the 500 dollar Rookie Fighters Championship prize!" Another round of yells, and Matias spits on the ground. He makes his way out of the cage, kissing the rosary his mother always makes him wear, even when he's cracking skulls in an illegal cage-fighting circuit. To be fair, she doesn't know. He sighs, tearing his fist-wrappings off and running a hand through his sweaty locks. He changes out of his outfit, switching into a casual gray hoodie, a pair of sweats, and some slides. After reapplying deodorant, he hears someone outside. One of the guys who runs the 'Dog Pit' has come to give him his check.

"Yo, Matias, my man!" He greets, slapping a hand on Matias's toned shoulder. "Me and some of the 'execs' as we've taken to calling ourselves are gonna hit the club', you in?" Mattias, clicks his tongue, and shakes his head. "Nah man, not tonight. I gotta get home n' see my girl. I was supposed to be home earlier." He glances down at the floor. "Shit, alright man, here's your check. I'll see you later." Mattias nods as the man heads out, stuffing the check into his duffle bag, before sliding out the alley exit.

Matias and you have been dating for a little over a year now. Both of you met in a pretty rough part of town, he was working a day-job at a gas station, and you were a cafe worker. He'd come in occasionally, claiming that the gas station coffee just wasn't up to his standards. He scared you, at first. Mattias has a very tough exterior, tattoos and muscles, but an even tougher interior. He was kind of stoic when you first met, and you couldn't quite get a read on him. He wasn't outwardly flirty or affectionate, which is why it took six weeks of him stopping by the coffee shop for him to pull you aside and ask what he was doing wrong, and why you weren't picking up on his advances. You had explained, and shortly after that you began dating. It was only a month or so into dating when you had learned of his cage-fighting career, but he assured you that he was tough, and no guy was gonna hurt him. You both needed the money on the side, so you reluctantly agree. That's what leads up to where you are now, passed out on your couch, waiting for him to come home.

He heads towards your shared apartment as quickly as he can, taking the subway about 8 blocks east, before running up the fire escape to the flat's balcony. He knows you deadbolted the door any time past 8:00, and doesn't blame you. It's kind of a dangerous neighborhood, and he feels bad enough leaving his girl home alone as much as he does.

"Pobre mami, espero que no me haya esperado." (Poor mami, hope she didn't wait up for me.) He pulls up the window, making sure to slip in quietly, in case you had already gone to sleep. As he places one foot on the floor, the wood barely creaks beneath him, when he hears a soft groan coming from the couch.

"Matty?" You mumble, sitting up from the plush couch and rubbing your eyes, trying to make out his large silhouette. He sighs, tossing his bag to the side as he stretches "Hey, hermosa, did I wake you up?" He asks, looking at you with his usual hooded gaze. "I guess, I don't think I was asleep that long..." You run a hand through your hair. "How'd it go?" He smiles softly, chuckling. "You know me, baby, I don't lose." He sits on the arm of the couch. "Gotchu' five hundred dollars, gonna' get you something real pretty with it." You sigh, and shake your head. "You've got me plenty of gifts, what we should be doing is saving up for somewhere else to live." You explain. He shrugs. "Yeah, you right, you right. That's my bad." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Well, if you aren't gonna let me get you somethin' pretty, you outta lemme' take ya to bed." Before you can react, he scoops you up in his arms, causing you to squeak.

"Don't scare me like that, God!" You smack his chest, but your hand only bounces off his firm pecs. e chuckles. "Gonna' have to hit harder than that, mami." He flicks off the living room light as he carries you to your shared bed. He lays you down, gently this time as opposed to the times he throws you on the bed, usually to pin you down and tickle you, saying things like '¿Qué pasa, bonita? Solo empújame, no es tan difícil...' (What's wrong, Pretty? Just push me off, it's not that hard...). Sometimes though, his manhandling isn't that innocent. As you snuggle down into the bed, Matias strips off his hoodie, and you blush at the way the light coming in through the blinds hits his chest. He lets out a soft groan, as the plush mattress and soft bed sheets soothe his sore body. Matias bites his lips as his eyes trace over your sleepy form, and he rolls over onto his side, tucking an arm around your waist.

"Mmm, no Matias... m' too tired tonight." You whisper, your face scrunching up. Matias was never a very soft guy. Playful and devilish, sure, but soft? No. His hands were calloused from years of bruising skin and bloodying faces, working and scrounging every penny he can get to get a better life for himself. Deep down, he couldn't imagine placing these damaged, dangerous hands on something as soft and sweet as you. He could snap you in half if he desired, and the thought terrifies him.

"What, no baby... I'm not tryna' smash at-" He looks over at the clock. "Shit, 1:00 am already? Jesus Christo..." He turns back to you. "Just wanna hold you, mami." He presses his long torso up against the curve of your back, pressing his face into your curls and inhaling your scent. "You feeling okay?" You ask. He knows he doesn't. He knows he should have been home for you sooner, and it didn't help that he had to make a stop on the way back home.

He feels a sense of dread in his stomach. You won't ever know about the stop he made, you were asleep. Besides, he comes home late all the time. What you will learn about is your bloodied new co-worker being found with his skull smashed in, just a few blocks from the cafe. Due to the graphic scene he left behind, it's sure to be on the morning news. Matias hadn't expected your new friend to be working the late shift, but he was still on an adrenaline high from the fight, and god... he couldn't stand the idea of that bitch getting to spend more time with you than him. He wants to be home for you more, he does, but he can't. Still, that doesn't mean he's going to let any other guy fill that void. Hell no.

"I'm fine, Hermosa. Just sore from the fight, wanna' hold my baby." He whispers, placing a chapped kiss on the shell of your ear, making you flinch. "That tickles..." You giggle. He smiles, and squeezes you gently. "C'mon, stop being silly. Necesitas descansar, especialmente después de quedarte despierto para mí." (You need to sleep, especially after staying up for me.) He scolds. You roll over to face him, and tuck your head into the crook of his neck. "Love you, Matty." You sleepily coo, before drifting off in his arms. He freezes, his breath labored for a minute as he looks down at you. Even now, after dating for so long, he can't process the softness of you juxtaposed with the beatings he both takes and gives every other weeknight. It's a transition he sometimes struggles to handle. He feels a smile creep onto his face, and he curls your small form into him, practically cradling you against his broad chest. God, he'll take on an extra five challengers next time, all for you.

"Gonna get you a penthouse baby, real nice neighborhood too. Somewhere safe, somewhere that makes me feel better about leavin' you all alone..." He whispers, knowing you can't really hear him. "Better not have anyone but me over, no fucker's from work, aight'? I'll kick the shit out of any of em' just for you..."

[agentstarkid]

KALOPSIA ✦ DR3

Kalopsia, a Greek term that encapsulates the enchanting phenomenon of seeing something as more beautiful than it truly is. In matters of love, kalopsia paints an exquisite portrait of romantic delusion— a state where the heart, intoxicated by affection, transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. It's the magic that turns a shared gaze into a symphony of stars and a simple touch into a dance of cosmic forces. In the realm of kalopsia, love is not just seen; it's felt in the kaleidoscope of emotions that color the world with a unique, intoxicating brilliance.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, fluff, mentions of sexual acts, age gap, language, internet meanies, angst if you squint.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: Holii loves! Happy Valentine's Day in advance to those who celebrate! ❤️ And to those who don't -like me- Happy Galentine's Day! Feliz San Solterín! or, Happy random February day! 🙈 Here's a little treat for y'all! I know it's been almost two months, and I'm so sorry! But I got a new job and it's been stressful ngl + my work hours aren't the best and I get home super late. So please, have patience with me and with the next chapters! I haven't given up on this and I have so much planned 😊 Let me know what you guys think of this chapter! ❤️

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JUNE 10, 2021

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pauljasonklein didn’t trip once yay! yourinstagram ily lil sis! “i quit drinking” out everywhere now x

userA "lil sis" lmao everyone who started shit last year about them rn: 🤡

danielricciardo the first 1000 replays are mine alone 🥰

user I'm so obsessed with this song, been repeating more than 10x a day🙌❤️

user2 userig we are totally jamming y/n tomorrow, you better be ready

kelseaballerini THIS IS STUNNING

user3 I listened to this song yesterday over 100 times laying by the pool. BEST SONG ❤️❤️❤️❤️

halsey you're both amazing ❤️

user4 Thank you so much for this! We always look for that perfect song that represents something or someone in our life. I’ve been searching for a long time and this song perfectly represents my ex and my past relationship to a “T” and why I had to quit drinking.

chloestroll Amazing work! 🔥❤️

user5 isn't this the dude who she cheated on her bf with last year? lol

userA apparently it wasn't just last year 😂

kaceymusgraves I love the way you're willing to take risk yourinstagram, this is your time. I'm so happy for you! ❤️

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danielricciardo Gracias for being my brightest light, my love ❤️

marcusmumford happy lap around the sun flashman 🥳

user ai que gato 😍

daxshepard Happy birthday Aussie boy 😘

user2 happy birthday fellow July born

user3 vocês são tão fofos juntos!

user4 🥂🍾 HBD Honey Badger 🥂🍾 Love you from Thailand 🇹🇭

ausgp HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE AUSSIE!! ❤️

user5 omg omg max liked 😱

chloestroll Happy birthday DR! 🥳🍾

user6 what was he doing in that last video yourinstagram 😂

yourinstagram that day he visited me in the studio and ryantedder let him be the producer for a few minutes, and well, it was chaos 😂❤️

martingarrix 🥳🍾❤️

user7 THE BABY BADGER WITH A FERRARI SHIRT?? WHAT IS AIR?!

yourinstagram A philosopher once said: Everybody is a Ferrari fan...❤️ userA are you a Ferrari fan yourinstagram? yourinstagram aren't we all? I'm a Tifosa at heart ❤️ user7 OMG OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ANSWER ME

itsvittoriasousa Iza says: Happy birthday, Tío Danny! danielricciardo 🥳

yourmomsinstagram Feliz cumpleaños Danielito! ❤️ next time you come around, a big cake and a plate of your favorite meal will be waiting for you!

user8 LO QUE LOS AMO ES INMENSURABLE!!

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AUGUST 25, 2021

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yourinstagram i've been very very busy ☀️🏝️🌿🏞️❤️

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user they're so precious and I will fight anyone who disagrees

user2 THAT NOTE!!!! 😭 just the most darling ugh I can't with them

nina well deserved ❤️

itsvittoriasousa those little toes in the havainas 😭❤️

yourinstagram I KNOOOOW!!! I CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

danielricciardo Being your co-pilot on this is a mix of thrill and questionable decisions 🤷‍♂️ Let's do it all over again, shall we?

yourinstagram "questionable decisions" is all you 🙈 I'm an angel 😇 landonorris wasn't lucifer an angel? yourinstagram mclaren come pick up your kid, it's past his bedtime mclaren 👀👀👀

user3 "BIG DICK" I'M SCREAMING!!!!!! WHO GOT HIM THAT SHIRT??

user4 get that d girl 🔥🔥

evalongoria I love seeing you being happy ❤️

user5 does she have to flaunt every little message he leaves her? those are personal, attention seeking behavior lmao

user6 look at my pookie floating in the river 😍 I also wanna be held by daniel while I sit on his lap 😭

charles_leclerc next time you're in town we should all go karting 😊

userA sharls what are you doing here???? 😂 userB not my man out here shooting his shot in public lmaooo userC nah girl he's a known y/n-girlie, he's just trying to look cool meanwhile he's probably fangirling right now 🤣 joris_trouche can confirm userC 😂

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kymillman F1'S MOST POPULAR COUPLE?

My post of this couple on Friday was my biggest of the day by a mile! Will it be again today? Fellow Western Australian Daniel Ricciardo and Latin Superstar Y/N L/N arriving together for Saturday's Sprint Race (1st. photo) where Daniel managed to finish 3rd., and were seen again this morning walking around the Italian paddock before the race, where Daniel starts in P2.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #monzagp #DanielRiccardo #Y/NL/N

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user love their height difference 🥰 i wanna put her in my pocket 🤏🏽

user2 She's so stunning omgggg 😍

user3 This is just ridiculous her mind and her style and how cute she is, beyond anything else on the grid

user4 She is a wannabe singer following him like a dog to every race.

userA sorry I can't hear your whinning over her 3 grammy's, 2 golden globes nominations, 9 latin grammy's and other multiple awards 🙂

user4 gawdddd dayhuummmmm 😍😍😍 the girl is pretty good too I guess

user5 is it hot or cold in italy?? I can't decide with what she's wearing

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yourinstagram MONZA WINNER BABYYYY!!! 🍾🍾🍾 From the roar of the engines to the victory kiss, every moment with you is a celebration and sharing these victories with you is my favorite kind of joy ❤️🏆 Beyond proud of my champion danielricciardo for this incredible weekend!! Look at that dazzling smile 😍 Monza wasn't just a race; it was a masterpiece of determination and talent, a testament to your dedication and passion for this sport and your team. Monza is for the dreamers, and you, my love, have made our dreams dance on this iconic track. 🏁

The Honey Badger never 👏🏽 left 👏🏽❤‍🔥

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danielricciardo thank you for always being in my corner, mi amor! Ti amo all'infinito ❤️

user english, spanish and italian; the polyglot romeo 😂❤️

yourinstagram Also, congrats to mclaren for their 1-2! 🧡

mclaren you were our lucky charm this weekend 🧡

jensonbutton Ricky Bobby did it again!

user "Monza is for the dreamers" WHY AM I CRYING SO HARD?? YOU'RE SO RIGHT Y/N

landonorris That was fun, let's do it again but I'm coming first next time danielricciardo

userA WHAT DID HE SAAAAAAY??!! 👀👀 maxfewtrell mate, do you even read what you write before you post things? userB "but I'm coming first next time" SJKLDJFKAS

user2 I can't explain the scream I let out when he jumped down from his car and ran straight to where she was to kiss her

user3 me entró un árbol entero en el ojo 😭

user4 quien pudiera ser ella para que daniel corra a plantarle tremendo beso 😪

lilymhe congrats to my wife's boyfriend! 🥳

alexalbon 🤨❓ yourinstagram did she stutter alexalbon? 👀

user5 bestie give him the best night of his life and blow his mind off for us, he deserves it 🤭😭

carmenmmundt Dining out again is a must next time we see each other! Also, congrats to Daniel 👏🏻😊

user6 "It's a team effort, and having her in my team makes all the difference" crying, shaking, pulling my hair out

userA they keep showing me that I've never really been loved 🫠

user7 she's so real for dedicating "willow" to him in her stories and simping for him 🥴 because honestly I'd do the same

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OCTOBER 6, 2021

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danielricciardo Happy birthday to this gangster! 🎉 You're officially a year older, wiser, and stuck with me. Here's to more laughter, adventures, and convincing you that my dance moves are, in fact, impressive. Cheers to you, mi amor! 🥳🎂❤️

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yourinstagram Stuck with you? More like blessed to be on this wild ride with someone that makes every moment an adventure! Te amo una galaxia entera! ❤️

scottyjames31 Daniel is a tiny bit less annoying because of you yourinstagram 😛 Sending massive birthday vibes your way, Sparky!

user if these two ever break up, we riot.

userA both of them posting each other's baby pics I CAN'T

marcusstoinis HBD Sparky! 🥳

userA I saw Scotty called her Sparky too, so that means his mates gave her a nickname?? 🥺 userB userA she did spend a few months in 🇦🇺 and she was part of the lockdown challenges the guys used to do + they've been together for some time now 😊 userC this is so so fucking adorable omg

kristenanniebell happy birthday gorgeous ❤️

user2 why is she with my man??? why can't I be her???

kylieminogue cheers to you, my darling! yourinstagram 🎉❤️

user3 bro r u kidding

gerihalliwellhorner Wishing you the happiest of birthdays yourinstagram! May your day be as bright and wonderful as your spirit ❤️

user4 this fucking caption man

user5 You should focus on driving better than on this nonsense.

pierregasly feliz cumpleaños mon ami yourinstagram

mclaren Happy birthday, Y/N! 🧡

user6 you gunna marry her

user7 Mate, you made a stupid move and now it has backfired. You should've stayed at RB FFS !! It's so painful to watch you struggle on each and every race weekend from a fan's POV and you keep getting distracted with this girl 🤧🤧😮‍💨

user8 I always knew she would find someone better than who-shall-not-be-named

chloestroll yourinstagram your presence lights up every room, and your kindness touches every heart. May this year bring you all the joy and fulfillment you deserve, babe! Happy birthday! 🥳❤️

trevornoah Happy birthday to the incredible Y/N!

user9 happy birthday mrs. honey badger!! 🥳🥳🥳

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OCTOBER 22-24, 2021

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f1gossippofficial Daniel arrived at the paddock this Sunday, accompanied by his current girlfriend Y/N (entered through separate gates), the girl was also at the McLaren garage on Friday! She was accompanied by her friends!

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user she understood the assignment

user2 The dedication to the tradition and the sheer adorableness is unmatched.

user3 in Y/N we trust 🙌

user4 What the hell is she even wearing? She should have just showed up in booty shorts because that skirt is too short, maybe she wants to impress the other drivers more i guess 😂

userA user4 i don't necessarily like her but that's literally such a dumb reason to hate on her 💀

user5 Y/N showing up in a cowboy-inspired outfit with Daniel is the level of couple coordination we didn't know we needed

user6 they arrived separately

f1gossippofficial They just entered through different gates, but they arrived together 🤷‍♀️

user7 Cowboy chic just got a whole new meaning

user8 she looks so cheap lol

user9 daniel ricciardo and his shadow

user10 She's always gorgeous. No wonder these haters are jealous haha

user11 Y/N stepping into the cowboy tradition with Daniel at the Austin GP is the sweetest thing!

user12 the amount of hate this girl gets is absurd!!! you dont know her. are you all seriously this deluded and jealous?!?! get a life she's a gorgeous girl who has done nothing wrong leave the poor girl alone

userA she's a cheater and a liar, Daniel deserves so much better userB userA do you have proof of what you're accusing her of? where you there to witness it when it happened? no? so shut the hell up

user13 Did anyone else's heart melt seeing them in their cowboy outfits? They're like a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, but with way more style. Love it!

user14 I can't understand how people keep criticizing a person and relationship that they don't even know. If the girl can afford to be in all the GP's then congratulations, it's her life, not ours. Stop being so intense with a relationship that is not even yours, live your way and let others live theirs. Let's just enjoy the sport and respect drivers private life

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NOVEMBER 1, 2021

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danielricciardo Oh boy. Halloween 21’ 🎃

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user I think the scariest thing is that it actually suits ya 😂

user2 El sonrisas

daxshepard same time next year?

user3 everything was good until I saw her in the girl's pic ugh 🙄🤢

user4 BLAKE ❤️❤️❤️

user5 you couldn't get that smile off of his face if you tried

user6 are Daniel and Y/N still in texas???

user7 great pics & your Y/N looks so cute!!! ❤️👻😍

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sofiavergara Brilla y nunca dejes de hacerlo ❤️🌟

rosalia.vt Reina, siempre has sido oro. Sigue brillando con todo tu arte ✨💖

user can someone translate what she's saying for the non-spanish spearkers please? 🥲

userA "Ay, to be honest, I'm not worth it... I'm worth my weight in gold, dammit!" 😊

karolg Grítalo mami!!!!

user2 she really said: idgaf what y'all think of me, I know I'm THAT bitch! 💅 And I respect her so much for it 👏

shakira Totalmente de acuerdo, Y/N! Eres oro puro. ✨

selenagomez You've always been pure gold, babe. Keep shining ❤️

rubendias 💙

manuelturizo acá reina, se te calló esto 👑

user3 Eres más valiosa que anything in the whole universe

llane eres un tesoro inigualable, hermanita ❤️

lali a vos se te reza 🧎‍♀️

maluma Exactamente, hermana. Tu valor es como el oro, irremplazable. I love you ❤️

jbalvin Que siga brillando fuerte esa estrella tuya, hermanita 🌟

user4 I'm gonna sit here waiting patiently for Daniel's comment so I can know everything is alright and that we shouldn't panic 🫠🫠🫠

userA it's been more than 5 hours and no comment yet, but he did give it a like though

user5 WOMEN SUPPORTING WOMEN 🤝🏽

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DECEMBER 31, 2021

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yourinstagram 2021 was filled with moments of all kinds. Wanted to share the ones that made me smile even in the hardest of times. With the new year on the horizon and big changes coming soon I just wanted to take a moment to say I am so proud of us… We're a team.

Can’t wait for more of this in 2022 🌺 the type of laughs that hurt your cheeks, make your tummy hurt, & feed your soul. Beyond thankful ❤️

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danielricciardo Always a team ❤️

userA and the ring when?

user DANIELITO MADE IT TO THE POST, DAN-Y/N NATION!!!!! 😭

userA we can breath now, we are NOT children of divorce!!! 😭❤️

badbunny ¡Pa'rriba siempre, Y/N! Que este año nuevo te traiga pura buena vibra y éxito. 🚀💫

user2 MOTHER ❤️

user3 The photo with Dan sitting on the floor and leaning on Y/N's leg while she's running her hands through his hair gave me extra years of life 😭

taylorswift Your spirit shines so bright, and I'm excited for all the wonderful moments this year will bring us. I love you! ✨💖

luisfonsi Happy New Year, Y/N! Que este nuevo año te traiga más éxitos y alegrías 🥂

corey_wilson Happy New Year!

charles_leclerc maman I've made it 😎 Bonne année Y/N!

pierregasly I demand another lap and another photo because I'm not on this one yourinstagram 😤 Bonne année mon ami! ❤️

userA piEEEEERREE gasLYYYYYY!! userB did they all go go-karting? Rue when was this? 🧐 userC it was only Charles, Pierre, Daniel and George! It was in Austin userD so you're telling me they were all together and this is the only photo we have?

georgerussell63 pierregasly I'm not in the photo either! she destroyed you mate, admit it 😂 And I also demand a new one yourinstagram 🤨

fioamato Happy New Year filled with lots of love and laughter 🎊💖

iamdannaschwarz Beyond grateful to have you as a friend ❤️

itsvittoriasousa We love you to the moon and back! 🌙💖

user4 Happy Enchanted/Enchanté day to those who celebrate!

user5 we officially survived 2021, everybody!

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✦ ooops 🤭 btw this is how I picture him waiting for Girlie to perform at the Latin Grammys 🥰

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Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé

"I know you want it, but you're never gonna get it.

Tere haath kabhi na aani

(I will never come into your hands)

Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari,

(Whether anyone believes it or not,)

Mere ishq ki hai deewani.

(This whole world is crazy behind me.)"

The music was blasting from the Bluetooth speaker that Kylian had got you for Valentine's Day after you had complained to him that your iPhone wasn't enough to jam to your favorite songs while getting ready.

Kylian, ever the attentive one, couldn't possibly not buy his bébé anything she asked for. Carefully applying the shade Limitless on your eyelids from your Huda Beauty palette, you were jamming to one of your favorite songs of all time while getting ready for your friend's birthday party. You were so happy that Kiara decided to make it Bollywood-themed because you wanted to wear the gold saree that your mother had gotten for you from her trip to India last month.

"Ab dil karta hai haule haule se,

(Now slowly my heart wants,)

Main toh khud ko gale lagaun.

(Me to embrace myself.)"

You continued shaking your hips in a sensual motion while you curled your lashes and applied a coat of mascara. To be honest, you were running a bit late and hoped Kylian wouldn't come home too soon so you could blame any tardiness on him. As a girl, you felt that being on time was overrated; no matter how much you prepared in advance, it didn't matter. What can you say? Beauty can't be hurried.

"Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya,

(I don't need anyone else,)

Main toh khud se pyar jataun.

(I'll express my love to myself.)"

This was your favorite part of the song. While waiting for the eyelash glue to dry, you struck a pose at every line.

"What's my name?

What's my name?

What's my name?

My name is Sheila, Sheila ki jawani.

(My name is Sheila, young Sheila.)

I'm too sexy for you,

Main tere haath na aani.

(I will never come into your hands.)

No no no no Shei-"

"Having fun, mon amour?" your husband's voice cut through the music as you stood there, your index finger shaking in front of the mirror with your expression stuck in a deer caught in the headlights motion.

Smirking, your husband stood there leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

"Kyky! What a surprise! I didn't know you were going to be home so early!" you blushed, trying to quickly put your lashes on, while wholly ignoring the fact that you were obviously late.

"Early, bébé? Really? T'es sérieuse?" he said, raising his eyebrows and walking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "It's 8:00 pm, and we are supposed to leave by 8:15 pm."

"Honestly, Ky. When you really think about it, does it really matter? I mean, it's an Indian birthday party; no one's on time," you rambled on while applying your primer. "Besides, time is just a con-"

"Bébé,"

"-cept. According to Allen Bluedor, time is a result -"

"Bébé,"

"of humans interacting with each other -"

"BÉBÉ!"

"-and socialization processes," you trailed off as he spun you around in his arms and gave you a stern look that made you immediately shut up. Kylian looked positively over your antics, as his dark eyes peered into your soul. The stern press of his mouth made it clear that he was less than impressed with your incorrigible habit of not getting ready on time.

"Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit la semaine passée quand on a failli être en retard pour la fête à ma mère?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on your exposed hip bone. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that had your pulse suddenly racing. A slight shiver went down your spine as you had a hard time looking into his eyes.

"Euh, que j'étais vraiment belle et que de toute façon on avait juste failli être en retard?" you said while fluttering your eyes at him. You knew you were in trouble when you felt his hands tighten around your hips, as he frowned and pursed his lips, almost surprised by your audacity.

"Et maintenant, tu mens, eh?" his growly voice sent a spark of heat into your lower belly as he slowly backed you into the counter. Feeling the edge digging into your back, you placed your hands on the planes of his chest, the soft fabric of his black kurta providing comfort despite the tension in the air.

His right hand, which was on your hip, slid up your body slowly, wrapping around your throat and giving it a light squeeze. Your breath hitched as you felt your panties dampening.

"I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer, bébé."

"Okay, fine. You told me that if I were late one more time, you would bend me over your knees…"

"Don't get shy on me now, princesse. You've literally had my cock in your mouth."

"Oh my god, Ky. You're such a perv sometime."

"Answer me."

"You would bend me over your knees and spank my ass raw," you mumbled quickly.

"Unfortunately, mon amour, I don't have time to bend you over my knees but I'm sure this counter will do," he said while his left hand slid down your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.

"Turn around, and bend over."

At this point, you were so turned on that you wanted him to do it, all previous traces of nervousness vanishing from your body as if it was never there in the first place. Gulping, you bit your lip, as you slowly turned around and bent over the cold countertop. you weren't wearing a bra underneath your silk robe, so your nipples were hard as they touched the cool surface.

You heard Kylian inhale sharply as he slowly lifted your flimsy robe, gradually exposing your derrière. You heard him curse as he caressed your soft flesh. A sharp smack on your ass had you whimpering as the sting left behind a film of ecstasy in your soul.

"You're going to count for me now, bébé," he said, his commanding voice slowly seducing you into submission.

"One…" The word barely left your lips when Kylian let out a snort, shaking his head not in amused disbelief at your antics. "T'es drôle. Celui-là ne compte pas."

Despite the dark lust clouding his deep brown eyes, a glint of mischief and a touch of affection shone through. You drove him absolutely mental but he loved every second of it.

"T'es méchant, tu sais," you retorted, a pout forming on your lips, challenging his authority with your audacity.

Smack.

"Deux," you said, your voice laced with defiance, determined to test his limits as the sting of his slap reverberated through you. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, the person staring back seemed almost like a stranger. A flush of red painted your cheekbones, a vivid testament to the intensity of the moment, while your teeth sank into your plump bottom lip.

"You're such a brat. I shouldn't let you cum for a week," he admonished, his tone firm as he caressed the bruised flesh.

"No! How could you even think of doing that?" You protested breathlessly, alarmed that he would even dare deny you your pleasure.

Just as he was about to retort, the sudden ring of your phone sliced through the charged atmosphere of the room, the beginning notes of Standing Next to You breaking the intimate bubble that you were both confined in.

"Who is it, Ky?" Your voice was curious, a slight edge of impatience cutting through as you tried to peek over his shoulder at the glowing phone screen.

"Oh putain, it's Kiara."

"Oh shit, she's going to kill us. We're so late." The words tumbled out of your mouth, a laugh hiding just beneath the surface, acknowledging that your best friend was about to tear you a new one.

"I wonder whose fault that is, mon amour," Kylian smirked, his gaze teasing and accusatory all at once.

"Ugh, get over it, Ky."

Smack.

"Cheeky brat." His words were a playful growl, the affectionate smack a punctuation to your ongoing banter. "C'mon, let me help you with your saree."

"Je t'aime, bébé." you said blowing a kiss in his direction, giving him a quick peck.

He just rolled his eyes at your antics, the gesture full of love and a resigned acceptance of your playful nature.

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Hi lovelies! I had this in the drafts and finally decided to post it! Yay 😁

I think I’m leaning towards writing short prompts because i have a hard time doing longer ones.

Anyways, I hope you guys like it 😊😊

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[jessy-the-martian-girl]

This is a story of Jessy meeting Luis for the first time. Set in the Remake-verse. ~5.4k words

Warnings: R-rated, mild description of sexual assault at early stage – groping, threats, victim blaming; nothing overly explicit, but still might be triggering, I guess? Oh, and a bit of foul language too.

Place: Paris

Time: 1998, late May or very early June; less then seven years prior to RE4 Remake events and about four month before Raccoon City

Summary: Jessy is on her French vacation. It was a gift “weekend tour” from her mother who dreamed that her daughter would “see the world” and not just roam the vicinity of the coastal town where their family settled twenty years ago after moving from Kaliningrad. That night she had a major disagreement with her potential fiancé. They broke up and Jessy stormed off into the night. And she ran into trouble. And Luis was just walking around the city after an uneasy conversation with his colleague and friend – and he just happened to turn up in the right place at the right time (by some miracle and author's whim).

Unexpected soundtrack: Vadim Uslanov - Night Rendezvous

«Stupid, but still funny trendy song» that I mentioned in the story.

Night Rendezvous

Tú que deseas mirar a otro mar Del color de la felicidad, Necesito que vengas conmigo. Que las noches de París tienen magia Noches de Acapulco, Chicasss

She must've gotten too lost in her own thoughts and hasn't noticed a pair of some guys following her... If only Jessy wasn't so unsettled by the way she was treated by someone who was considered almost her fiancé by all the relatives and acquaintances – she most certainly would've never found herself in the night streets of Paris dressed in rather tight midi skirt and a unseasonably light blouse.

At some point their sweet romantic date night went totally awry. In fact, it happened right after her gentle refusal to finally take their relationship to the next level. Jessy didn't feel like she was ready to have sex with this guy, but she almost gave in, yielding to the pressure of the stereotype: “if you've been dating for more than six months, and still haven't gone beyond hugs and kisses, then there's obviously something wrong with one of you”. And it's been ten months for them already.

She was never completely repulsed by her boyfriend's advances, even though she didn't feel ecstatic either. So Jessica didn't resist now, at the hotel room, as Eugene was trying to undress her and perform some kind of a foreplay. It was not only the lack of any desire aroused by his actions that bothered her, but a feeling of awkwardness and...

“Shame? Why am I ashamed?” Jessy gasped mentally, involuntarily pulling away from the greedy hands of her almost-fiancé.

- Please, don't... - she found her voice to say it aloud.

- What's wrong, Jay? - Eugene had quite a hard time switching from the anticipation of a pleasant evening to a not so pleasant conversation. - Come on, quit playing hard to get! Let's have some good time already!

- I'm... Not ready, - Jessica gently caught the playful hands of her potential partner and looked him straight in the eyes. - Sorry.

It was that moment that he burst with a bunch of accusations and reproaches. So Jessy quickly learned that she was a frigid pecker tease, who plays around too much, that she was trying to build herself up and that with such an attitude towards normal people she will end up as an old maid with forty cats. Eugene here, on the other side, positioned himself as a hero, a brave and selfless man who was willing to save her from such a fate – and spent almost a year of his life on that.

- I've been told that you were a weirdo, but I couldn't even imagine to what extent! - the man who initially wasn't unpleasant to Jessica at all, now seemed to have thrown off his mask, turning more and more into an ugly stranger with every vehemently spitted out word.

- You know, about that 'old maid' part – you spoke too soon as I'm only twenty two, - the brunette smiled wryly and began to fix her clothes, ignoring the further verbal jabs.

Jessy slightly adjusted her bra and blouse, pulled down her upturned and wrinkled skirt. Then she picked up her small ladies' backpack and, standing at the doorway of the hotel room, added, taking advantage of the fact that her (definitely) ex-boyfriend paused to catch his breath:

- Good luck finding the girl who would be excited enough about that gift bow on your dick to close her eyes to everything else.

Jessica didn't elaborate on that “everything” - she simply didn't want to become more like Eugene. The door softly closed behind her back and the small heels hastily clicked on the stairs indicating her retreat from the man who turned a complete stranger so fast, and from his evil sarcastic words too.

Jessy simply needed a little more time to figure out whether she really wanted to be with that man in every sense... or not. After all, she was not a prude or a devotee of «No ding-ding vithout a vedding ring!» approach. (a/n: Do you remember this film from 1993?) Besides, it was Eugene who seemed kinda strange to her, though he was not unpleasant and he didn't really try to coerce her into having sex until this night. And there also was that social pressure and her own family, stating that “everyone must be in the relationship”...

And now Jessy was genuinely glad that her mother, who presented her with this French tour, insisted on separate hotel rooms when she found out that Eugene was planning to join her girl on that short trip to Paris. Another reason for being glad was the one that started out as a mild disappointment: their check-in simply did not go according to plan. They were to stay on different floors in one hotel, but due to the heavy overbooking and some maintenance issues they were offered an option with two different hotels.

By some ridiculous coincidence there was only one single room left in every hotel available, and the staff flatly refused to put two people in such a room. Though Eugene tried to make a fuss for getting a double room or even some other options to stay closer to his girlfriend, he achieved nothing. Jessy had to calm him down and apologize on his behalf, partly out of concern that they will be shown to the door, but mostly because of her peaceful nature and her desire to resolve conflicts in the most polite way possible.

She even managed to convince Eugene that they should see the situation as an opportunity to compare living conditions in different places for their next voyage. So that they would know what to expect next time, basing on personal experience, and not some reviews from strangers on that online hotel reservation site. (a/n: Booking was online since 1996, so – why not?)

That's how they've ended up in different districts. And it was a great relief for Jessy now. Her hotel wasn't really far, at least for an experienced hiker like herself, so she just took off into the night.

She didn't even think that it wasn't the best time for a solo stroll or that in her state calling a taxi was a much better option. On her way Jessy submerged into mental conversation, trying to disprove harsh words that were thrown at her face by her ex-"fiancé".

She was really hurt by all those words, her calmness was just a mask she hardly held. And it has crumbled as soon as Jessica was one on one with herself, with only her thoughts and the night city to keep her company.

- Paris, "the city of love", they say? - she whispered and the thought has made her feel bitter, so the brunette tilted her head back a little, glancing at the night sky, partially obscured by clouds.

That simple gesture helped her to hold back tears that were coming as if by themselves, even with her realizing that their break up with Eugene was inevitable. The trip has just significantly accelerated the onset of this moment.

A gust of fresh wind gently ruffled her hair that got out of the low ponytail and caressed her burning cheeks, distracting and helping to slightly rearrange her thoughts. The same gust reminded Jess that she has left her jacket in her ex-boyfriend's room: she was so eager to get away from there, that she simply forgot about that piece of her clothing. And the girl definitely was not going back to retrieve the said jacket as she didn't want to make a false impression of "coming to her senses" and accepting all that was proposed to her.

So Jessy shook her head with a quiet sigh, wiped away the tears that spilled, and headed in the direction of her hotel — fortunately, the room key remained in her backpack.

~~~

After talking to Evie, who was flaming with righteous anger because another helpful over-the-counter drug they have developed and registered was discontinued before reaching the shelves, Luis felt an irresistible desire to clear his head. Her idea of speaking up against Umbrella was... unexpected, but still so her. Though he sincerely doubted that the idea would work out. The corporation was too powerful for a couple of ordinary researchers, even if they were declared "the best". Serra suspected that Umbrella simply will chew them up and spit them out without even really noticing any efforts to fight against it. They would be lucky if they were the only casualties – and Evie, unlike him, had a family.

When Orivia realized that she won't be able to convince her colleague and friend, she turned visibly upset. But still she stated that she understands his desire to not get involved and only asked him to keep quiet about her plans with any outsiders.

The untold “at least” was something that Luis almost felt with his skin, just like her disappointment in him that tingled unpleasantly somewhere in his chest. The crumpled and hasty goodbye only added to that feeling, but... It didn't make the young man to change his mind and plunge head-first into that dubious plan of the great confrontation.

With such a mood lingering, Serra found it a bad idea to come back to his small rental apartment right away. Instead he opted for a longer route, taking his time to feel into the ambiance of a very late Parisian evening, that was smoothly turning into the night. And because of that decision Luis has found himself at one place where he was most needed that night.

Although at first he thought that the noise he had heard from the alley was some kind of a roleplay, and he almost passed by. It was the third (male) voice with threats and a female protesting cry asking to let her go that made Luis change his mind and intervene. There was something off to the intonations of the voices that unpleasantly scratched the ear and absolutely did not fit into his first assumption about foreplay or some kind of bedroom game taken to public place. Though he was ready to apologize if he was to ruin the consensual fun for the trio.

~~~

Jessy has gotten lost, her "autopilot" hasn't worked this time. Mostly because she was too immersed in her not so positive thoughts. So when a hand landed on her shoulder, she did not have enough time to react and quickly found herself pinned against the blank wall of the alley by some guy whose breath slightly smelled of alcohol.

- Well, hello there, babe, - his voice didn't sound drunk though, it was hoarse and with a distinct note of anticipation in it. - Whatcha doin' here at such hour? Lookin' for me, aren't ya?

An excerpt from a stupid, but still funny trendy song involuntarily flashed through Jessy's mind. And it felt kinda suitable for the situation in total too, but inappropriate associations were quickly crushed by her common sense: to get out into a crowded place, if possible, was top priority.

Or at least to change the alignment and get more freedom of movement for herself, and less tension in this "free love seeker".

- It's so chilly and uncomfy here, - Jessy sincerely hoped that the tone of her voice has some resemblance to seductive or at least mildly interested one, and not terrified, as she really tried her best to keep her fear at bay. - How about we go to my place then?

- You think I'm dumb or what? - the man's voice got angrier and the grip on his victim's shoulders got even tighter. - I know those girly tricks you lot are capable of!

"Well, that definitely didn't go as planned..." - Jess slowly bit the inner part of her lip to switch her attention and not to start panicking.

She remembered how her brother and his friend had taught her the basics of self-defense and told her that showing fear to any attacker is almost always a pretty bad idea, unless it's done for deception. And now she still had two more options to try out, though both were rather gross.

Unfortunately, the lesser gross option was excluded almost immediately - by appearance of this "seeker's" pal, seemingly out of nowhere. And that option couldn't possibly work against two offenders.

- Wow, what a chick you got there, buddy. Mind sharing? - the newcomer grinned with exaggerated joy, eloquently playing with a switchblade, and added, with his eyes greedily moving over the caught girl's body. - Don't make a fuss, just please us, pretty!

- You just lured us in, dressed up like that and wandering all alone!

Two offenders went on with exchanging dirty remarks, sharing their opinions about the looks of their "prey" and fantasies about what they would do with her. And Jess froze, gritting her teeth, realizing that her body refused to perform the third and the last option she had in mind as an escape plan. She also knew that she would definitely not be able to fight off two attackers at once. Even if it was not for the knife, they were bigger and physically stronger.

And even if she could break free of the hands still firmly keeping her in place, she won't be able to run off because of not knowing where to run. Her skirt was only a mild inconvenience (a/n: “Who runs faster – a girl with her skirt up, or a man with his pants down?”), just like her low heeled sandals, but it was against her too.

The prospect of being driven into some dead end, with possible consequences to that, has made Jessy feel nauseous. The fear started to creep in despite her best efforts to remain calm.

Her breath hitched and her body stiffened under the greedy touches as one of the attackers got to her breasts and the other pulled her skirt to her waist, reaching between her legs. With the knife at her throat and a grim promise to shut her up permanently if she as much as tries anything, there was not much room left for any resistance on Jessy's behalf.

But before those creeps did anything more than groping, the brunette felt the grip on her shoulder loosening and she tried to break free, but she only got a long shallow cut on under her chin.

- No! Let go of me! - she cried out in pain and once again desperately tried to get away from her offenders, but to no avail.

The whole situation started to get really scary. Those two didn't even try to hide their faces and there was just enough light from the moon and a few street lamps for Jessy to see some rather distinctive scars and tattoos. She tried not to think of a worst case scenario with her never getting back home.

All her efforts now resulted only in a light slap in her face – more humiliating than a real punishment, like a warning of sorts, - and a hand of one of the offenders was now clutching her hair rather painfully. The girl forced herself to freeze again. She tried to breathe evenly to cope with the rising fear and disgust caused by the touch of those sweaty hands on her body. Jessy hoped that the lack of her resistance after the first — unsuccessful — attempt would make those two more at ease. And that would give her another chance to try and escape.

Suddenly, a new (and rather pleasant) voice with a slight accent was heard from the entrance to the alley, not too far from the trio:

- It looks like señorita doesn't want your – ahem – advances.

- And who the fuck are you to tell? It's none of your business.

- Get lost, scum, while you still can!

Both attackers spoke at once, too irritated by this uncalled interference – they didn't really want any witnesses. Then the guy with the knife left the victim at the hands of his accomplice and lunged towards this unexpected defender, aiming to strike at his neck. The newcomer didn't run off, but he barely dodged the first attack. It was pretty obvious that he was unaccustomed to close range combats. Luckily for him he's only gotten a shallow cut on his left cheek, and the inertia played its trick on the attacker making him stumble past his target.

- ¡Mierda! - the young man cursed, hastily wiping away the drawn blood.

He had to step aside to avoid the next attack of his opponent, and then he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the girl seemingly unfroze. She shifted her feet and, twisting, swiftly moved her knee into the crotch of that would-be rapist still holding her.

That bastard howled in pain and let go of the girl, clutching his hurt and the most precious part of the body instead. His pal got distracted by those screams and that left him open to a counterattack. It was an opportunity that Luis (and – yes, it was him) didn't miss. He blocked the hand with the knife and punched the aggressor in the nose with the base of the open palm. And finally, he wholeheartedly stomped the heel of his boot on the rise of that bastard's foot.

Luis knew that such blows did not need much force, but tend to hurt like hell and usually cause a lot of blood. And seeing stars actively prevents anyone from running somewhere or after someone. Adding a fracture of the metatarsal to the picture does not contribute much to ability of running fast too. And Luis also was aware of how not to hit if there was no intention to kill another. Even with the fact that self-defense was legitimate, it would not be pleasant to be held responsible for disproportionate response. As well as to go through the trouble of proving the legality of one's own actions and the absence of "provocation" on your own part.

Anyway, after disabling an overzealous knife lover, Serra quickly moved towards the damsel he was rescuing, grabbed her hand and commanded:

- Run!

Jessy just nodded curtly, hoping desperately that she wouldn't twist her ankle. After all, her sandals were more of a compromise between "pretty" and "comfortable", therefore, not too suitable for running. Nevertheless, she once again pulled her skirt higher with her free hand, briefly appreciating the lack of any comments on the view of her knees (even if there still was an eloquent look at said view). And then she trusted her unexpected savior, her brave knight, to lead the way.

~~~

Luis was pretty familiar with the city. It has become his personal "thing" to carefully study the territory where he would be staying for quite a long time - and his contract assumed that his affiliation with the 6th Laboratory would be quite long. Unless he pays off the grant provided to him for his study by Umbrella. Anyway, thanks to that knowledge of the location, he was now leading the victim of assault to a safer place, winding through narrow streets along a route known only to him.

When he made sure that the chase was not breathing down their necks any longer, Luis slowed down and took a careful look at the girl he rescued. Her youth was obvious - and it was highly unlikely that she was older than himself. (a/n.: oh, but she was older, for a year and three weeks, darling 🤭 they're 21 (Luis) and 22 (Jessy))

Despite what she's just been through, this dark-haired girl remained outwardly calm. She wasn't crying or trying to throw herself on her savior. The only things that betrayed her current state were her icy fingers that still clutched Luis' hand and noticeably trembling shoulders.

They've finally stopped near some bridge. Serra involuntarily rubbed his left cheek with his free hand and hissed at the unpleasant sensations. He completely forgot about the cut he had gotten earlier.

- I have peroxide in my backpack, - the stranger's voice also trembled a little. - But only that and some cotton pads, unfortunately.

- That's quite enough, - Luis smiled carefully, mindful of the cut this time, and with a half bow waved his hand towards the parapet of the bridge where lighting was better. - Would you please do me the honor, mi bella señorita?

- How could I refuse to help such a brave knight? - girl's uncertain smile showed that she did appreciate his attempt at chivalry.

The brunette soaked a few cotton pads with peroxide and carefully blotted the cut on Luis' cheek, washing off partially dried blood. Her touch was really soft and gentle. Her expression quickly turned to one of concentration.

- The cut is rather shallow, but it still may leave a scar...

Luis barely kept from grimacing as the wound began to tingle. To distract himself from the sensations, he turned his attention to studying the face of the girl he rescued. Soft lines, a small furrow in her brows, dark hair pulled into low ponytail with a few loose strands, her eyes that seemed almost brown under the rather dim light... And then Serra saw the cut on his rescuee's face.

- Looks like you could use some first aid too, - he gently touched her chin near the cut, and showed the blood remaining on his fingertips. - May I?

- Vot kozly, - judging by the tone, the girl definitely swore in a language unfamiliar to him, but that was all, as she fell back into the role of a fair lady right away. - If it's not too much trouble for you, my knight in shining armor.

Quite by chance they also discovered some leftovers of the medical tape in the girl's backpack, and she offered Luis a makeshift band-aid for his cut. He refused, saying that “the scratch” didn't need that much attention. Instead they've used this idea to dress a cut on the girl's chin and neck. During the procedure Serra only marveled at the girl's spirit: there were no hysterics about ruined looks, no real attempts to pull away from his hands. She was not even complaining about some bloodstains on her light blouse. The girl just grimaced with light annoyance upon noticing that fact and waved it off as something absolutely insignificant.

After returning the favor, Luis found himself still wanting to do something nice for this stranger.

- How about a short tour of the night city to smooth out the negative impression? - he suggested all of a sudden, and recited slightly rephrased line from a recent song that stuck with him. - Que las noches de París tienen magia...

And Jessy agreed, to her own surprise. She didn't feel threatened by this new acquaintance and metaphorical ants in her pants were in combined effect with the adrenaline rush after their recent run, making her itchy for some action. In addition, Jessica was well aware of how her brain works and that if she was back in the safety of her hotel room all by herself this soon, she could have a nasty emotional breakdown.

It would be quite understandable, considering all the events of this day, but it wasn't something the girl was really looking forward to. And an interesting walk could help with preventing such extensive reaction.

Meanwhile her hero took off his jacket without any hesitation or words, and draped it around the girl's shoulders. It surprised her - Eugene has never been so considerate, instead he was more likely to lecture her on how she should have thought in advance and dress accordingly to the weather.

Such gesture from the man she has just met was something new in her picture, and Jessy simply accepted this unexpected care. Especially when the brunette realized that she's still shivering because of the chilliness of the night and the stress.

The jacket was a little oversized for Jessy, with sleeves just a bit too long. It slightly smelled of cigarettes and still kept the warmth of another body. The girl slipped her arms into the sleeves, carefully wrapping herself into the jacket to preserve the lingering warmth.

The short tour turned out quite long... And extraordinary too.

At first, Jessy was still somewhat wary of her self-proclaimed tour guide, ready to bolt if he suddenly went out of boundaries and tried to do something inappropriate. But he behaved decently: he kept his hands to himself, did not make lewd comments or suggestions, and, of course, he did not try to drag her into dark alleys — and the girl finally relaxed.

By silent agreement, they did not ask or give names - simply sticking with "sir knight" and "mi bella señorita" instead. Luis was showing his companion still wrapped in his jacket those places that he himself has got interested in over his exploration of this city - either by history or aesthetics. And most of those were not to be found in any of the tourist guides. And Jessica didn't just listen to his stories with keen interest, but asked questions too. Sometimes she even could add something of her own - some small details that Serra didn't know about yet. Even if it was the "I've read somewhere/I've heard" kind of details.

Yet the most striking thing for both of them was the feeling that they seemed to be "on the same wavelength" - and saw the world around them in the pretty similar light. There was no need to explain any jokes or occasional associations, or to frantically try to fill the silence. Because even silence didn't feel strained, it was more on the comfy and appropriate side. No one in their right mind would expected such a match from two strangers brought together by mere luck and a chain of events.

The lights of the Eiffel Tower had long since gone out when they came to a small cozy cafe that was still working that late. Luis, after brief consideration, invited his fair lady for a late snack.

- Just so you know, their profiteroles taste the best, and there's a nice variety of fillings too, - the Spaniard almost whispered that with a conspiratorial smile, leaning closer to the girl's ear. - My treat.

Jessy, of course, hesitated and even felt a little embarrassed, but the temptation outweighed, pushed by her curiosity and hunger. Besides, she suspected that in the time remaining from her trip, she simply would not be able to find this place on her own. And she did not sense any dangerous or inappropriate subtext, as if the treat was to come only with some conditions. Besides it was nice to feel like a "beautiful lady" who is being courted by such a pleasant gentleman, even if it was only for a while. It turned out to be the best cure for everything that fell on her that night, starting with a rude breakup.

And after either a late dinner or a very early breakfast (which was not only delicious, but rather pleasant), this gray-eyed knight escorted Jessica to her hotel, where they have said their goodbyes.

- Thanks... For everything, - Jessy suddenly took a step back and tried to perform a curtsy.

The move turned out rather clumsy, and with her tight midi skirt it looked somewhat strange, but it still fell right into the mood of their unusual meeting-excursion.

- At your service, - the Spaniard flashed her a genuine smile, and, also trying to maintain the overall mood of the night, planted an old-fashioned kiss on the hand of his bella señorita.

After that the girl, with a shy and grateful smile, returned the jacket to her brave knight and went into the hotel. And Luis went to his rented apartment, which by a strange coincidence turned out to be not too far from there. He still hoped to catch a couple of hours of sleep before his day starts.

But he already had a plan in mind: to try and arrange another meeting with this girl next evening. Just to make it more modern, with proper introductions. She intrigued him – including with how easily and smoothly she had picked up his game of a noble knight and a fair lady.

Unfortunately this plan didn't get a chance to come true as first thing after Serra got to the Lab in the morning was an unpleasant surprise. It was an order for his transfer to a group of scientists directly involved with the Nemesis project. As Luis was reading through the documentation he now had access to, he felt growing panic and nausea rising in his throat. Everything that was supposed to be a mean to find a cure for their local “madness” had been distorted and was about to be put into production of bioweapons.

Serra only hoped that his face didn't betray the way he really felt about this project. He had that sinking feeling that if he was to express his disagreement openly, he would never leave this lab complex again. Luis had a few moments of silently questioning Umbrella's true motives before – as he was no fool. When he was only a researcher it was much easier to come to terms with his own conscience. Or to turn a blind eye on how the results of his research could be really used. And his scientific curiosity took the best of him at times, of course, but the prospect of direct involvement with the bioweapon production was the literal last straw for him.

Having somehow worked through the day, and discreetly slipped several significant errors into his data, the Spaniard returned to the rental apartment. He quickly collected the essentials for his escape and in a few hours went to hitch a ride out of town. From there Serra had a long, presumably dangerous and not always comfortable journey ahead of him. He knew he had to find a place where the hands of this corporation would not reach him. Some place safe to lay low. Perhaps he'd even... have to go back to where he fled several years ago: to the ashes left from his grandfather’s house. At that moment, he totally forgot both about the necessity to work a few more years for Umbrella, and his plan to try and meet that girl again.

Although when he finally remembered about the plan, he realized that he was rather glad that his name remained unknown and that they did not show up with that señorita anywhere to be seen by many people or surveillance cameras.

“At least there’s less chance that Umbrella will find her and try to use her somehow, - Luis tried to comfort himself as a random car was driving him towards the next point of destination. - And our disagreement with Evie comes in handy too. Now they won’t suspect her. And I’ll just try to vanish from their sight. My only regret now is that the main database could not have been compromised..."

~~~

And at the same time Jessy was already packing. She got lucky enough to exchange her ticket for an earlier flight as she really didn’t look forward to endure the company of her ex-boyfriend on her way back. The girl slightly regretted that she has never asked the name of her brave knight in shining armor, who showed her a rather interesting side of Paris. She definitely wouldn't mind meeting with him again or getting to know him better.

For now the brunette was preparing for the storm: she knew that she would have to fight off collective lectures about her breakup with Eugene, including “how could you miss such a guy” and “you'd better set your standards lower” statements among everything else.

But Jessy also knew that the memories of the second part of the last night would be enough moral support for her not to succumb to this social pressure anymore. That amazing state of being “on the same wavelength” with a person was unconditionally accepted as the “minimum standard” of a closer relationship for her.

Even if it meant that she would indeed remain an old maid with a bunch of cats.

07/27/2024

[wfanfic56]

"Understand me" | Ghost x reader

"Simon, you should stay out of the trouble, it doesn't get any good."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, CAN YOU AT LEAST WATCH YOURSELF?!"

"You think it would be better without you?!"

For him, those were just words that came from you whenever he was on his edge. It was annoying for you, because you felt that he didn't care, whenever you say that. Whenever you care about him, he just brush you off.

Making cup of his favourite tea with sweets he loves? Doesn't even see them. Buying him gifts? When you were in his room, he didn't open any of them.

"Hermana, que pasó?" Rudy said.

"Simon no me entiende, Rudy. Y con su corazón frío, nunca lo entendería. /Simon doesn't understand me, Rudy. And with his cold heart, he would never understand."

"Y/N, estas enamorada de el? ¿Estás enamorada de Simon? Hermana, él está enamorado de otra persona. Con la chica del bar. / Y/N, are you in love with him? You're in love with Simon? Hermana, he's in love with another person. With the girl from the bar."

"I know..."

----------------

Ghost looked for you around the base, and when he couldn't find you, he went to Price who was sitting in his office writing a report "Price, where's L/N? I couldn't find her anywhere in the base."

"And you won't. Sergeant L/N isn't with us anymore." John sigh at his own sentence -"What do you mean she's not with us? She's not dead as I know." Ghost joked which was unusual

"She betrayed us. Went to our enemy, or she was working whole the time with them, I don't know. But what I do know, is that you were somehow the trigger to this. Look at this letter. It says "It's his fault!!" and one of your masks is here."

"I didn't say or do anything!"

"And that's the problem. While she was here, everyone knew that she was in love with you, and that she tried her best to make you happy. And what did you do? You didn't appreciate it, and now she went to someone who will appreciate the small efforts she makes. She is now against us."

Ghost sat at the chair in front of Price' desk and took his mask off. For the first time, after his family's death, he let down two tears he didn't even know he was holding back.

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On a mission

"Y/N! It doesn't need to end like this!" Gaz said who was in the cover

"C'mon lass, we're family, remember? You still have a chance!!" said Soap after firing in your direction. After few moments, the other side stop firing. After the 4 of them went to look for you, they regret their decision. They found you lying on the ground.

"Guys, she's not responding. I'm sorry." said Gaz after calling you few times and checking you're pulse

"NO! She's just playing with us! Isn't that right L/N? Y/N?!" –"Ghost, she's gone..."

"No, no she's just playing, she's always doing this whenever I don't pay attention to her. She's just playing, right? RIGHT?!"

"Simon! She's gone..."

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Squeaky shoes were heard, and the sound of them were growing. He was coming closer. He entered the meeting room and you could hear in his voice that he's pleasantly surprised.

"Perfect staged death, if I didn't know that you were in the base all the time, I would have believe in your death too. But now he's rage will become unstoppable."

"It won't be unstoppable." you said while looking at the video taken by satellite "He killed "me" way before he put bullets in that body and he would never forgive himself. That's why we're in advance, his depression will slow them, and we have at least 2 months to take them down."

"I'm impressed, these few missions you have led are successful without any loss. И на этом пока все. / And that's all for now." You nodded and started going towards the door when he stopped you by saying:

"Y/N...иногда матрасы могут быть очень неудобными, если у тебя неудобный матрас, можешь спать в моей спальне. / sometimes mattresses can be very uncomfortable, if you have an uncomfortable mattress, you can sleep in my bedroom.""

You turned around "Makarov, are you asking me to move in your bedroom?"

"If you wish, the invitation won't expire." He smiled at you, and it made you blush. After all these years, you found someone who understands and appreciates you. Or that's what you think?

[annicon]

ATTENTION: ATENÇÃO!!!!!!!

Hello everyone, how have you been? Here is one of the administrators of the page and I apologize for the disappearance. I'm the old Samiyyu and now I'm with another @, but that's not what I'm talking about. The owner of the page, with whom I ended up losing contact, is in college with many tasks. After many months, I decided to take care of it so as not to leave the page abandoned. I hope you have patience, because, from now on, I will take care of everything myself. I've been here since 2016, it's a pride to be present for so many years, and I decided to continue. Thank you very much in advance.

PT/BR:

Olá a todos, como têm passado? Aqui é uma das administradoras da página e peço desculpas pelo sumiço. Eu sou a antiga Samiyyu e agora estou com outro @, mas não é sobre isso que venho falar. A dona da página, com quem acabei perdendo contato, está na faculdade com muitos afazeres. Depois de muitos meses, resolvi tomar conta para não deixar a página abandonada. Espero que tenham paciência, pois, a partir de agora, vou cuidar de tudo sozinha. Estou aqui desde 2016, é um orgulho estar presente por tantos anos, e resolvi continuar. Desde já, muito obrigada.

[brassic-bitch]

Out of Context Lines

The Rules: If you’re tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

Thanks for tagging me @t3acupz ✨

It's two sentences from my most recent AND unposted WIP which concern Solomon Lane (obviously...)

— "Tandis que Lane se noie dans la Seine, il se souvient d’où provient cette anarchie qui coule dans ses veines."/"While Lane drowns in the Seine, he remembers where comes from this anarchy that flows through his veins."

—"Cyliane became increasingly lost between the limit of reality and that of her visions. She acted as if Lane did not exist, or already more. She cried, ignored it, and reappeared, unaware of the horror that the MI6 agent felt as soon as she reacted like that. Her looks changed completely, her gestures went from an incomprehensible coldness to a tender affection and tears gave way to laughter. Sometimes Lane had the impression that she was playing with him, but the sincerity of the young woman during the lucid hours took over and she made disappear all fears of a smile, a slight touch of her lips against his own, of a scream of pleasure to shake the neighborhood, and any strangeness in her behavior were finally only a bad memory.

Sometimes she spoke to him to get the upper hand of those visions that were rotting her life, sometimes she closed in on herself and did not even address a glance to him. So Lane had to be quiet, not touch her, just be there for her when she emerges again. Lane just had to accept it."

"— Hey, she smiles one morning."

The night before, she had not ceased to push him away, to speak to him of senseless things and to envy a woman dressed in gold, before finding herself a glass of wine in her hand and naked in their bed. The only way Lane could prove it was just her.

And there would never be only her, no matter what happened."

—"Cyliane se perdait de plus en plus entre la limite de la réalité et celle de ses visions. Elle agissait comme si Lane n’existait pas, ou déjà plus. Elle pleurait, l’ignorait et réapparaissait, inconsciente de l’horreur dans laquelle plongeait l’agent du MI6 dès qu’elle réagissait ainsi. Ses regards changeaient du tout au tout, ses gestes passaient d’une froideur incompréhensible à une affection toute tendre et les pleurs faisaient place aux rires. Parfois, Lane avait l’impression qu’elle se jouait de lui, mais la sincérité de la jeune femme lors des heures lucides prenait le dessus et elle faisait disparaître toutes craintes d’un sourire, d’un léger effleurement de ses lèvres contre les siennes, d’un hurlement de plaisir à en ébranler le voisinage, et toute étrangetés dans son comportement n’étaient finalement qu’un mauvais souvenir.

Tantôt, elle lui parlait pour avoir le dessus de ces visions qui lui pourrissaient la vie, tantôt elle se renfermait sur elle-même et ne lui adressait pas même un regard. Alors Lane devait se faire silence, ne pas la toucher, se contenter d’être là pour elle lorsqu’elle émergerait de nouveau. Lane devait juste l’accepter.

— Hey, sourit-elle un matin.

La veille, elle n’avait pas cessé de le repousser, de lui parler de choses insensées et de jalouser une femme toute vêtue d’or, avant de se retrouver un verre de vin à la main et complètement nue dans leur lit. La seule façon pour Lane de lui prouver qu’il n’y avait qu’elle.

Et qu’il n’y aurait jamais qu’elle, quoi qu’il arrive."

yeah, okay... it's more that just one or two sentences but i couldn't decide !!! it's an fic (very strange who takes place twenty years before the events of Rogue Nation) that which i have been working for more than two months and for which i would give body and soul to make it perfect...

i apologize in advance if the english translation is not great, i write only in french, this kind of tag requires me to review everything x))

and i'm tagging anyone else who wants to do it ✨

[xjulixred45x]

Maybe I'll start working on the requests tomorrow, but not in my usual order of those that come first, leave first, probably the ones from fandoms I'm most active in now (Invincible, TOH, etc.) will come out first.

I apologize in advance if your Request from another fandom ends up leaving later because of this😅 although I will try to stick to my departure time as much as possible.

I'm already feeling better and I'm starting to have more professors at the university, so I hope I won't be too inactive this month, but I'll take it easy.

love ya❤️

_____

talvez empiece a trabajar en las peticiones mañana, pero no en mi orden habitual de las que llegan primero salen primero, probablemente salgan primero las de fandoms en los que estoy mas activa ahora(Invencible, TOH, etc).

una disculpa adelantada si tu pedido de otro fandom termina saliendo mas tarde debido a esto😅 aunque trataré de apegarme a mi horario de salida lo mas posible.

ya me estoy sintiendo mejor y ya estoy empezando a tener mas profesores en la universidad, por lo que espero no estar muy inactiva este mes, pero me lo tomare con calma.

Los amo ❤️

[rosesandalfazemas]

The week finished but never the love.... and this fic )? @engportevents

2. A little change of plans

Spanish version

“Me cago en la puta leche, Gabriel! Windsor?! You two always do it in Buckingham!” the man scratched his head, nervous. “I cleared all my king’s agenda for nothing!”

“Toninho…”

“All because Albion fucking decides to have a romantic getaway on the other side! What about our children's protocol and all that shi-?”

“Toño!”

Spain stoped for a second, looking back. Flushed, he smiled nervously when he faced with Belgium’s usual delicate features in a not-so-delicate frown.

“It’s your brother’s anniversary, he’ll know best what to do with his husband. If they’ve decided to change their plans, then so be it.” The woman crosses her arms, “There’s a month left, it's not that bad.”

“Oi, Anita, why do you defend them? They’re being irresponsible.”

“Because when you decide to cancel on plans right off the bat, Portugal goes along with your outbursts.” She pointed out, making his face turn redder. “But that’s not inconvenient when it comes to you, right, my dear?”

“I… argh, me cago en el diablo-”

“And stop being so rude! For God’s sake, that jealousy-“

“Oi, está lá? I can hear everything…”

Spain’s mouth twisted in displeasure, and he put the call on speaker as soon as his partner approaches him; he took her by the waist, kissing her cheek in compensation for the scolding.

“Thank you for letting us know in advance, Gabriel,” she commented, smiling. “Do you guys want something in particular? I think I ran out of marriage gift ideas some centuries ago.”

“Hahaha, we’re fine, cunhada. When we schedule a dinner for close friends and relatives, we’ll let you know. You know your company is enough for us.” 

“Aww!” The blonde coosed, whilst Antonio rolls his eyes to the side. Noticing this, Ana turns to him, pinching his waist.

“Hey! Stop punishing me!”

“… Are you sure?” She raised her eyebrows, holding him closer to her.

Spain blinked at her for a long second, and then looks at his cellphone. 

“Ten un buen viaje me llamais luego tengo cosas que atender. Adiós.” 

“Uh… what?” the brunette looked at the cellphone when he noticed the abrupt tone of the line going dead.

“So? How long did he complain for?” Arthur asks behind Gabriel, while reading his tablet and drinking tea.

“I think… Belgium has it under control.” he concluded amused.

“Ana Brel? I must say, women are always more efficient.” His finger continued to scroll across his tablet, reading each paragraph with great speed. “Out of all of us, they’re thrust into Europe, so I'm not surprised.” He siped more of his tea. “While she has reasons not to interact with me much, she has the right manners like the queen that she is, so I respect her.”

“Your weakness for women is endearing to me.” His partner admited, sitting across from the other. His legs are crossed as he drinks his own tea.

“You can’t blame me, I adore them.” He says smiling. “Anyway, do you want to make sure there’s anyone else to call?”

“Sim, but you should be the one to tell your brothers about the change of plans. Especially since they are more involved in the protocol.”

“Bah! It’s only two days we’ll be off track, they won’t miss me too much. Especially the redheads, whatever we do is an excuse to drink.” Arthur whispered sardonically.

“The good and bad drink you guys have is familiar, meu caro,” he narrows down, avoiding England’s side eye, “but that’s not the point.”

“And what is, darling?” the Englishman raised an eyebrow

“Scotland is in Lyon, and he planned to stay there with France until our Anniversary. You do remember, right? Lunch, last week?”

“…dammit.”

***

“Well, well! look who his Majesty decided to call…”

Francis Bonnefoy sounded delighted, tossing his golden hair to one side of his shoulder, tangling his fingers in the cord of his bedroom's landline phone, between amusement and mockery.

>>“To what do I owe this great honor?”

“Shut up, frog. I told you I have to talk with my brother.”

“Is it urgent?”

“No, informative.”

“Then I’m afraid he won’t be able to get to you at the moment.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, you see, mon ami…”

“C’mon lov, don’t leave me here all day.” the clear boom of Scotland’s voice sounded in the background. “I think I'm beginning to cramp up, shet.” The blonde covered the telephone receiver for a second and turned to his partner behind him.

“Because you moved your leg lain, I told you not to.”

“It was starting to fall asleep, what did you want me to do tied up like this?”

“I’ll help you.” Francis whispered sympathetically, returning to the call. “As I was saying-“

“Agh! Bloody hell! Don’t tell me what you two are up to! Gross!” The Frenchman's laugh only worsened the British’s profuse imagination, who closed his eyes to shut out the thought.

“It’s no different from what you do with Gabriel… or your countless lovers, Angleterre.”

“What you two do is nothing normal like what the rest of us do, you perverts!” Arthur shooked his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, sighing. “Tell Scottie that we won’t be in Buckingham on the day of the anniversary, we’ll be going to Windsor.”

“Oh! The castle you two met for the first time? How romantic! What adventure have you come up with, mon petit?”

“Just tell him that. We’ll be back in two days for the main celebration.”

“Tres bien, I’ll pass the message on. Have a good trip!” He moved away a little, “Say hello to the kids, mon amour!”

“Don’t break anything!” Scotland called from a distance, in between laughs with the Frenchman.

“Yes yes… goodbye.”

“What’s wrong, Artie?”

Portugal stepped closer seeing how the other hanged up slowly, his face red and scratching his head nervously.

“Next time you call,” he answered covering his face absolutely embarrassed. “I hate this dysfunctional family.”

“Don’t rest so soon, soldier.” the brunette said.

“Why not?”

“You still have to call Matthew and Alfred…” he crossed his arms, accepting the Brit’s murderous stare with ease. 

***

“I don’t like this.”

“Why do you say that?”

Karpusi’s mouth twisted, concentrating on the conversation with no less effort, so that drowsiness wouldn't overtake him. It was something he did with very few on the planet; Portugal was one of them.

“Every time Arthur has wanted to surprise you with something, it’s become a disaster queued up for the rest of us. His actions do not make waves, but tsunamis for us.”

“I know him, Heracles, if it was something serious I would have noticed it. But he wants to renew our vows in a more original way this time. And to be honest, it does not seem like a bad idea to me; just an inconvenience, perhaps, for everyone’s schedules.”

“Big or small he always causes problems.” he sighted.

Greece scratched the back of his neck while one of his cats sat next to him on the window sill of his living room. The young man looked up at the clear sky, the sun was radiant and dry. On the other side of the call, Portugal smiled softly; the silence between the two, even from a distance, was one of the many things they love about the other.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

“Just… send me a message every once in a while, to know you’re fine. Not a report.” he clarified; “just something to keep me calm.”

“I will, but I want you to know I’ll be going to an old home with someone I love; I am not off on an adventure into nothingness.”

“I know…” the resigned tone made Gabriel smile. It’s not that the other was jealous like most mortals tended to be. It was simply concern based on long experience.

“Now I have to call Netherlands, he’s the last one left.”

"What did Kiku say about this?"

“He loves Arthur very much, he is one of the few nations who appreciates him deeply. He only showed enthusiasm and curiosity, and Arthur entertains him.”

"Then I have nothing more to object to," he sighed after another silence, "... I love you, my hyacinth."

“Me too, Heraclinho.”

The young Hellene looked with his eyes, apparently lost, towards a horizon that had nothing to do with the classic decoration of the wall in his residence, but something else. Something that he also felt was raising the hairs on the back of my neck.

He looked at his cellphone and hung up, setting it aside as a new cat inspected it and another joined the one on the sill, meowing for attention. Greece reached for his head and caressed him, not looking at him.

Throughout history, his and Britain’s relationship was rocky for multiple reasons; the most prominent being the theft of the earthly memories of his mother Helena, filling the museums and pockets of the English. But, beyond these twists, for not many years they had established a cordial relationship, in pursuit of peace of mind for the common object of interest: Portugal.

That's why he couldn't help but worry, when the Anglo-Saxons mind sparked, it caught fire, for whatever reason.

"Yeah, well... afterall, I can't expect anything normal from Arthur Kirkland"

[thedarklego02]

It's 12:30 a.m. in my country

Inspiration always appears at this moment and becomes the moment of resurrection.

I finally revived because these days (a couple of weeks or a month, I already forgot the account XD) my inspiration was at rock bottom :']

Leaving that aside, I send you as an apology a minicomic (I think) that I made of Broken Au :P

It is in order from left to right :]

This happens days after the incident, Lucy will try to help Emmet in any way possible, but you never know what will happen.

I have doubts about Emmett's future behavior and that is that they have only seen the initial after the incident. But what will become of him after the last year? (5 years)

I'm having many doubts about how to advance this Au so I won't post anything related to the Au unless they are random drawings in which Broken Emmet or Au himself appears :'P

Lo que se Lee en las dos últimas imágenes(para los que hablan español):

Lucy: Todo estará bien

Emmet: Por favor prometemelo

[zeustya]

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For those who want to know, know that I haven't completely given up on editing icons. Just a lot of things happened in the last few months, like I lost all the images I had on my phone, the app I used became paid (and I don't have money for the PRO), so I'm just on pause. Thank you for every like and reblog; I'm always watching your affection and that means EVERYTHING to me. ~ 💖 😭 🌷

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[anxiouspotato]

I apologize in advanced. Yes, it's french.

So first, July treated me decent? Like, it wasn't a terrible month, but I definately had a few days that were downers. So overall, I'll say it was decent. Now, onto July's song. This one is french (sorry), but it's too good to not share (it's so darn catchy and will livein your head rent free for months). July's song is Ca va ça va by Claudio Capéo. This is also formerly Monsieur Meyers' favourite song that our class single handedly ruined. If this song wasn't played at least twice in a 60 minute class period, it wasn't played at all. We even held a fashion show to it (you don't want to know). There are so many memories attached to this song, most created by a teacher who knew what he was doing, and you won't regret giving it a listen.

Lyrics:

A toi la fille qui me rend si

Dure et si tendre

Qui sait m'parler, quand j'suis barré

Je veux rien entendre

Quand j'ai le coeur souple

Quand j'ai le coeur lourd

Des pluies de peines

La lame trempée dans de l'acier

Quand j'suis paumé que tout m'enchaîne

J'ai parfois l'âme prise

Dans des filets qui me tourmentent

J'ai parfois l'âme grise

Et si ce soir, tu me demandes

Comment ça va, ça va, ça va, ça va

Sur ma planète

Je te répondrai ça va, ça va, ça va

Comme-ci comme-ça

Les bières, les vins que je bois

Ont maintenant pas le goût de la fête

Mais tant qu'on a le coeur qui bat, qui bat

Ça va, ça va

A toi l'ami

Le seul homme qui m'a tenu la main

Quand tous les jours j'en faisait

Pour les lendemains

Toi dont je sais que même blessé

T'es toujours là

Pour me porter

Pour abréger

Ma peine jusqu'à ce que je sois léger

J'ai parfois l'âme en crise

La joie de vivre qu'on me la rende

Mon bonheur me méprise

Et si ce soir tu me demandes

Comment ça va, ça va, ça va, ça va

Sur ma planète

Je te répondrai ça va, ça va, ça va

Comme-ci comme-ça

Les bières, les vins que je bois

Ont maintenant pas le goût de la fête

Mais tant qu'on a le coeur qui bat, qui bat

Ça va, ça va

A ceux que j'ai parfois négligé

Peut être un peu libre

Faut pas déranger

Moi le naufragé

Sur mon bateau ivre

J'ai pas de bouée

Pas de feu de détresse

Je suis pas doué pour les caresses

Mais si jamais vous me demandez

Quand tout me blesse

Comment ça va, ça va, ça va, ça va

Sur ma planète

Je vous répondrai ça va, ça va, ça va

Comme-ci comme-ça

Les bières, les vins que je bois

Ont maintenant pas le goût de la fête

Mais tant qu'on a le coeur qui bat, qui bat

Ça va, ça va

Comment ça va, ça va, ça va, ça va

Sur ma planète

Je te répondrai ça va, ça va, ça va

Comme-ci comme-ça

Les bières, les vins que je bois

Ont maintenant pas le goût de la fête

Mais tant qu'on a le coeur qui bat, qui bat

Ça va, ça va

P.S.

No english translation this time. I personally think the translation ruins this entire song. It's very... french? Just... I don't like how it translates, so I'm not doing it. Sorry...

[manueillustrations]

FR- Si vous aimez mon art et avez envie de m’encourager, je vous invite à vous joindre à ma page Patreon :) Cette plate-forme me permet d'explorer mon style, mon univers, les histoires que je souhaites créer... J'y présente plusieurs sketchs, des finaux, des fanarts au gré de mes envies. C'est un peu comme la plateforme Ko-fi ou on peut offrir un 'café', sauf que dans mon cas, ça vous donne droit à des contre-parties.

Vous pouvez vous inscrire gratuitement, déjà ça, c'est encourageant pour moi et je vous en suis reconnaissante Mais, si vous décidez d'y inclure un montant, voici les différents paliers 1- Vous avez accès à certaines exclusivités et mes illustrations générales à l'avance. 2- Ce qu'il y a au tier 1, plus des planches de BD quand j'en poste (selon le temps et l’inspiration). 3- Ce qu'il y a au tier 2, ainsi que mes illustrations plus romantique. 4- Ce qu'il y a au tier 3, mais avec un peu plus de 'spicy' (illustrations plus mature mais bien dosées) 5- Ce qu'il y a au tier 4, ainsi que des planches de BDs plus romantique/spicy. Environ 3-5 planche par mois ou deux. 6- Ce qu'il y a au tier 5, ainsi qu'une illustration encrée digital (contactez-moi pour savoir ce que vous avez droit) Et en plus, vous avez accès à toutes mes archives :)

ICI HERE www.patreon.com/manueillustrations

EN- If you like my art and want to support me, I invite you to join my Patreon page :) This platform allows me to explore my style, my universe, the stories I want to create… I present several sketches, finals and fanarts as I see fit. It's a bit like the Ko-fi platform where you can offer a 'coffee', except that in my case, it entitles you to counter-parties.

You can sign up for free, and that's encouraging enough for me, for which I'm grateful.

But if you decide to include a fee, here are the different levels

1- You get access to certain exclusives and my general illustrations in advance. 2- What's in tier 1, plus comic strips when I post them (depending on time and inspiration). 3- What's in tier 2, plus my more romantic illustrations. 4- What's in tier 3, but with a bit more 'spicy' (more mature but well-balanced illustrations). 5- What's in tier 4, plus more romantic/spicy comics. About 3-5 panels a month or two. 6- What's in tier 5, plus a digital inked illustration (contact me to find out what you're entitled to).

Plus, you get access to all my archives :)

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

[marica-ya]

Mi bebito precioso, te extraño mucho. Extraño tu carita, tu pelaje, tus patitas sonando por el piso. Estoy feliz de que seas libre, y más feliz de amarte tanto.

Before my 14yr old dog Louie got sick a couple of months ago, I had a dream that he came to me as a white poodle puppy. I'm not sure why, I've never had a poodle, even though they're a favorite breed and very common in Quito, but he was a white snowy playful poodle puppy, and he was trying to get my attention. I knew it was him, in another body but him, and I was busy doin something and didn't pay him much attention when he ran up to me to press his little paws against me, tried to chase me and initiate playing to my casual dismissal. He then became serious and said to me "hey, pay attention to me, I want to spend time with you because I'm going to die soon"

He got sick a week later. We had around a month together after that, together all day every day, and I did exactly what he asked me. I'm so grateful he let me know in advance so I could be fully present with him. He died last wednesday in our arms. What a gift to have had him with me for 15 years. I wish I could have given him a life according to my heart rather than my human capacity, but I couldn't have made it as a disabled person in this world without him 🥹💕🐕