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minniieee · 6 months
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Berlin
having a love-hate relationship with Berlin.
- would def call u nicknames to bother u.
- always arguing over stupid shit, n y’all def tried to kill each other before.
- sneaks into ur room occasionally.
- even tho he acts like he despises u, he gen cares abt u and makes sure u don’t get hurt.
how secretly dating berlin would be like.
- always sneaks into ur room at night.
- giving u glances here n there.
- secretly making out in the bathrooms
- Nairobi always being suspicious but js stays quiet.
- eventually getting exposed by Tokyo.
- berlin always talking to his brother abt u.
- protects u obv.
- has a soft spot for u that no one else gets to see.
- calls u nicknames (in Spanish 🥴).
- let’s pretend he survived n y’all lived happily ever after.
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depressopax · 4 months
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HII could you maybe write something for Berlin like HCs being in a relationship with him, maybe with connections to the new show or sm.
(Im actually so glad I found someone who writes for this fandom bc there’s literally no one nearly 😭)
Berlin - Relationship headcanons
Thank you for the request!! <3 I'm happy to see more LCDP fans here omg 😭 Hope ya like it! :)
Smut version can be found here
Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP. Cuss words, Berlin being a bit possessive, reader uses they/them pronouns Words: 1145 Summary: Being in a relationship with Berlin would include…  English is not my first language - lmk if there's any spelling mistakes so I can improve my writing! &lt;3
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Being in a relationship with this man would be a roller-coaster of emotions…
But you can’t really complain!
People see him as “cold and self-centered”, which is partially true.
BUT when he’s in love, it’s like his whole personality changes.
You are his whole world, and he will do everything to put his ego aside, and show you just how loving he can be.
And boy, he succeeds… 
When he first saw you, it was love at first sight, or at least for him.
He would find out everything about you, what you like to eat, what hobbies you have, and the places you like to be at.
He would just wait for you to approach him first, but it wasn’t that easy…
After a while, he stopped being stubborn and started talking to you.
Berlin would make sure you fall for him, and that would be his biggest goal.
He would take you on extraordinary dates and totally spoil you.
He prefers calm private dates, but wouldn’t mind going to a bar/nightclub if you like that.
Despite his sophisticated looks, he knows how to party. (That one scene in Berlin when he’s at the punk club LMAOO)
Seeing you hyped up makes him happy, so how can he not love partying with you?
The two of you having lazy mornings together. Berlin is a night owl, and getting him out of bed in the morning is a challenge.
He’ll also never let you leave bed. - “Just 5 more minutes, love! - “Are you gonna leave me, all cold and lonely in bed, huh?”
Berlin wouldn’t give up his flirting until you fall in love with him. 
Once that happens - he won’t shut up about you
Like, EVER.
He would drive Sergio and his other friends insane with how much he talks about you, telling them a bit too much about his love life… 
Berlin is the cheesiest guy you’ll ever meet, tbh.
And he takes that as a compliment.
He would write you love letters, send good-morning AND goodnight messages to you, and bring you flowers every now and then. 
Berlin is a man with many talents, and he loves impressing you, especially with his singing
Cheesy as it sounds, he even sings you serenades to express his love and devotion.
You’d have to put up with his weird and impulsive ideas.
Whether it’s planning a spontaneous trip, a heist, etc…
He needs someone to tell him to calm the hell down lol
As seen in the show, Berlin is very passionate and a bit unpredictable.
Being in a relationship is no exception.
Everyday with him is like an adventure, and he knows how to spice things up to not end up like a “boring couple”. 
His goal would be making sure the honeymoon phase never ends. 
He would make sure to tell you how amazing and good-looking you are EVERYDAY. 
He is not afraid to argue with you, but would rather admit he is “wrong” rather than have you be mad at him for too long. 
He’s not always good at reading your emotions and knows what you’re feeling, but tries to. 
It breaks his heart to see you upset, and will try to make you feel better. 
He can be rather possessive too. If someone stares at you for a bit too long, or flirt with you, he’s not afraid to show them that “you are his”.
He’s extra protective of you when you are around his friends. He wants to make sure you feel safe, and also that no one tries hitting on you…
Especially if you are shy, he’d be very close to you, smile at you when you talk and laugh extra loud if you say something funny. 
He makes sure your friends like him. 
He wants to make a good impression on everyone, but especially when it is your friends and family. 
Big fan of PDA. He’s a man that is not afraid to kiss you in public, and he practically never lets go of your hand when you’re outdoors together. 
When cuddling, he prefers being the big spoon. 
One of Berlin’s love languages is touch.
He enjoys having his hand on your thigh, giving your shoulders soft massages, and forehead kisses. He’s the type of guy to kiss your hands, too.
If you have long hair, he tends to fidget with it, running his fingers through it, stroking it away from your face and even braiding it.
Berlin definitely treats you like a god/goddess. 
But the relationship would also be challenging from time to time.
Berlin being a criminal does bother you.
Your fear is for him to get caught and end up in jail.
He’d have to reassure you a lot that he won’t get caught, promising you that he will be fine.
But don’t worry, he makes sure to keep that promise. 
His pet names for you: (My) love, honey, babe… 
His phone is full with pictures of you and you’re definitely both his home- and lock-screen. 
He has lots of money, and spends them on you, whether you like it or not. 
Berlin enjoys luxury and wants to give you a luxurious life.
His dream is to travel and see the world with you by his side.
If you don’t speak Spanish, he would offer to teach it to you. 
He is very overprotective and makes sure you keep a distance from his work. 
But he does enjoy impressing you with dramatic stories about his heists.
During his most difficult and dangerous heists, he will think of you and keep on fighting so he can come back home to you. 
When he’s away for a longer time, Berlin makes sure to text and call you with regular updates. But in all honesty, he just misses your voice.
Like I said earlier, he is an unpredictable man, and if someone is mean to you, yikes… - “Just drop it, Andrés!” “No, babe… I’ll have a ‘chat’ with them…”
Remember the throwback scene of Berlin and the man that made fun of his bow tie? 
Let’s just say, whoever insulted you will return to you and apologize, trembling and crying from pain and fright.  
…Berlin would just return to you with a smug smile, pretending like nothing happened… 
And act all clueless when you confront him about it. 
With you, Berlin is soft and passionate, but others view him as your “scary boyfriend”, a title he accepts with pride. 
To summarize… Despite Berlin's cold exterior, he is the complete opposite with you. He has so much love to give, and isn’t scared to do so. He will make sure to worship you and make sure you feel loved. All he wants is to spend his time with you, and give you the passion, excitement and devotion you deserve. Being together with him is definitely not boring.
I have such hate-love relationship to Berlin bruh 😭 Andrés in Berlin >>>>>>> LCDP
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agent-grey-fics · 4 months
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Breaking Point | Part 2 of ‘You don’t belong here’
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Who: Denver x reader
Wordcount: 3400
Summary: After a chaotic heist at the Royal Mint, you find yourself shot and fighting for your life. Denver, determined to prioritize saving you over the heist, resorts to extreme measures to ensure your safety. Will you survive this?
Warnings: Violence, sexual tension, injury, trauma, language
Part 2 of You don’t belong here, you can read it here: X
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A loud bang echoed through the Royal Mint. Denver and Tokyo exchanged a confused look. ‘Was that a gunshot?’ Without wasting time, they ran toward the entrance hall where they had gathered the hostages. Taking two steps at a time as they ran down the stairs. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Tokyo yelled towards Berlin when she saw Rio on his knees, hunched over your body. Oslo and Moscow held the hostages at gunpoint, here and there a cry sounded in disbelief. A smug grin hung on Berlin’s lips, a young woman stood trembling on her legs behind him. He was disgusting, using fear to fulfil his own needs. ‘I told her to stay in line, she should not meddle in other people’s business.’ Denver could not grasp the image before his eyes. 
You lay motionless on the ground, Rio pressed his hands hard on your stomach and Nairobi looked in disbelief at Berlin casually holding a revolver in his hand. ‘He fucking shot her.’ When these words reached Denver’s ears he launched himself forward, toward the older gangster. ‘I’m going to fucking kill him!’ Denver was screaming at the top of his lungs. Tokyo did her best to stop her friend, clinging to his waist. But he was too strong. With a simple shove, he pushed her off him and she fell to the ground with a thud. Berlin pointed the gun at the young robber. “I warned her.” Denver seemed unimpressed and continued to run in his direction. Before Berlin had the chance to shoot at him, Denver had worked him to the ground and his fist collided with his jaw. ‘You piece of shit.’ Berlin resisted fiercely, allowing Denver only a few good hits at his face and body. ‘Enough!’ Tokyo crawled upright again and tried to pull Denver off of him with all her strength but it had no effect. ‘Denver stop, she needs you!’ It was Rio screaming over his shoulder to the frantic man. It wasn’t until Helsinki marched towards the two and pulled Denver backwards onto the ground with little effort that the fight stopped. 
‘You need to calm down and help me carry her towards the office space where we stationed Arturo.’ The Serb remained calm and began handing out orders to the other group members. He went into his military mode. ‘You stay the fuck here because if I see you near her again I’ll fucking kill you myself, understood?’ Berlin could only nod irritably when he heard the Serb’s words. ‘Rio and Nairobi, keep a fucking eye on him and if he tries something funny shoot him in the leg.’ ‘Yes sir!’ Nairobi gave him a military salute. ‘Tolyo, Oslo, Moscow stay with the hostages.’ 
Denver quickly crawled back on his feet and ran toward you, still lying on the floor. ‘Baby, come on open your eyes.’ His hands were trembling as he gently placed them on your face. ‘You need to apply pressure where she was shot.’ Rio nodded towards your abdomen, blood flowed down his fingers. ‘Pressure.’ Denver mumbled to himself. As Denver applied pressure onto your stomach, memories of your moments together flooded his mind. The laughter, the shared glances, the intimacy you had discovered amid chaos. Denver, usually calm under pressure, found himself teetering on the edge of despair. ‘Please babe.’
Helsinki sank to his knees next to Rio, pushing his hands away so he could place a makeshift tourniquet onto the gaping hole in your abdomen. ‘Come on sweety let’s get you patched up.’ Denver gently placed you in his arms so he could carry you towards the office space which now served as a makeshift hospital. His heart raced as he carried your limp body, your blood stained his hands, and the gravity of the situation pressed down on him like a heavyweight. Berlin had jeopardised everything, he wasn’t done with him. The heist was already stressful and chaotic since Arturo got shot on the roof. But Denver couldn’t afford to lose you, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you were going to make it.
‘Do you see the irony of it?’ Helsinki mumbled to him as they placed her body on a table next to Arturo. ‘She was supposed to patch us up, not the other way around.’ Denver gently stroked your hair; he was afraid you were going to break under his touch. ‘I swear to god that I’ll kill Berlin for this. The bastard.’ His eyes became watery and he blinked a few times so his vision was no longer blurred. Helsinki patted him on the back. ‘Come on, your girl needs you.’ A shaky sigh left his lips. ‘Okay, what do you need from me?’ Helsinki listed a series of materials he needed.  In the confined space, he sought any medical supplies he could find. Realizing quickly that they didn’t have everything they needed. Helsinki tried his best to stabilize the girl he learned to love as a sister. ‘We’re going to do everything we can bro.’ Denver just nodded, he already knew what he was going to do. 
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Denver’s eyes were fixed on the makeshift hospital room, where Helsinki worked tirelessly to stabilize you. The urgency in the air was palpable, heightened by the earlier chaos of Arturo getting shot on the roof and of Berlin shooting you out of nowhere. Denver’s mind raced, a plan forming like a storm in his thoughts.
As Helsinki barked orders for supplies, Denver’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the Royal Mint. The deal with the police had brought surgeons to attend to Arturo, but Denver couldn’t let them focus solely on him. He had to make a bold move to ensure the surgeons would save you first.
Without a second thought, Denver bolted from the room, gun drawn, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached the entrance hall where the surgeons were setting up to attend to Arturo. Determination etched on his face, Denver intercepted the lead surgeon, a middle-aged man in a white coat. ‘Listen, you’re not working on Arturo first,’ Denver declared, his voice low and intense as he pressed the gun against the doctor’s temple. Nairobi gasped for air as she saw his move. ‘Denver, what the fuck are you doing?’. ‘She’s dying! I cannot let her die, I won’t let her die!’ Tears were welling up in his eyes again. The surgeon, taken aback, stammered, ‘But we’re here to help the hostages, that’s the deal with the police.’ Rio cautiously approached his friend. ‘Bro, think this through. We must be careful here, they are just aid workers doing their jobs.’ Denver shook his head. ‘No, they’re helping her first. Then they can help him.’ Rio raised his hands in surrender. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll go and get her here. Stay calm.’ Denver’s eyes bore into the surgeon’s around the table. “You’re going to help her first,” he pointed back toward the makeshift hospital. ‘She’s dying, and she doesn’t have time to wait for your bureaucratic protocols. Do you understand?!’
The surgeons hesitated, caught between the demand and their professional obligations. Denver, fueled by desperation and love, leaned in closer. ‘If you don’t help her, you’ll have a bloodbath on your hands. I’ll fucking kill them all.’ There was a tense moment of silence, and then they nodded, realizing the severity of the situation. Denver led him back to the room where Helsinki was working. The surgeon assessed the situation quickly, understanding the gravity of your condition.
‘Alright,’ the surgeon said, taking charge. "Hook her up to the monitor and prep a sterile field for the equipment. Now, someone assist me.’. Denver, feeling a mix of relief and determination, jumped in to assist. The room buzzed with urgency as the surgeon and the makeshift medical team worked together. Denver stole glances at you, hoping against hope that the medical intervention would be enough to save you.
As the surgeons worked to stabilise you, Denver couldn’t shake off the guilt and anger toward Berlin. He vowed silently to make the older gangster pay for what he had done. The heist had taken an even darker turn, and Denver was willing to break any rule, defy any expectation, to ensure the woman he loved would survive.
‘Clamp!’ The surgeon ordered his colleagues as he poked at you with tweezers. 'I can see the bullet, wait I-’ A clanging sound resounded as the bullet fell into the metal dish. Denver breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the metal ball on the table. ‘Needle and thread, I have to be quick.’. With determination, he began suturing the wound. 'Give her a bag of O- too, she’s going to need it.’ Denver watched with wide eyes as they hooked you up to an IV so you could get enough blood again. "Are you sure she can get O-? The surgeon nodded. 'Universal donor.’ ’ He muttered as he tied the last loop. ‘This is all we can do for her inside here, if you let her go outside with us we can guarantee her safety.’ Denver immediately shook his head. 'No, no if she goes out, she’ll get at least 30 years in prison. Is she stable?’ The surgeon nodded. 'Then she stays here.’
Helsinki moved the table you were lying on to the corner of the room. Denver followed on your heels. As soon as the Serbian led the surgeons toward Arturo, he sank down on his knees. 'We should have left while we still had the chance. I knew it. He dropped the weapon beside him and grasped his hair desperately. ‘You’re going to be okay, you have to be okay. I’m not walking out of here without you’.
You could hear what Denver was saying to you but you weren’t able to respond, you were in a strange twilight zone. You weren’t awake but you weren’t unconscious either, you had felt all the pain, it was burning. It was a strange state you were in.
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Denver stormed down the stairs straight to the entrance hall with an assault rifle in hand. ‘Denv-’ Tokyo tried to reason with him but it was to no avail. He put his Dali mask back on and pointed the rifle at Berlin’s face who was sitting on the ground near the hostages. ‘Get up.’ A cocky grin appeared on his lips. ‘What didn’t your girl make it?’ Denver was seeing red. ‘I’m going to ask you one more time and if you don’t listen I’ll blow your brains out.’ He raised his hands in surrender and stood up. He didn’t want to risk it to see if he was bluffing or not. ‘Towards the entrance.’ Denver pointed his gun towards the massive door that was shielding them from the outside. ‘You’re kidding?’ He shook his head. ‘Rio, go open the fucking door.’ Rio didn’t waste a second and ran towards his computer. ‘Everyone up, masks on and weapons at the ready!’ Tokyo yelled towards the hostages. They all obeyed and stood in a V-shape behind Denver, all their weapons pointed at Berlin. Nairobi casually walked toward him and pulled the Dali mask from his hands. ‘Didn’t think so.’ She took her place next to Rio at the door. ‘Rio, now!’. 
Before anyone could object, the young man opened the doors. 'Drive him out. The crowd stepped forward evenly with their weapons drawn so Berlin had no choice but to walk out of the bank.  ‘Adios bastard!’ Nairobi shouted. The police did not understand what was happening, one of them was thrown out of the bank. Without a mask. Within seconds they had his name: Andrés de Fonollosa. The special units marched forward and charged him. His hands were harshly held behind his back and they dragged him into the interrogation tent. As Berlin looked over his shoulder one last time, Denver raised his middle finger at him. One last sign of envy. 
Rio closed the doors before the police fully realized what just happened. When they were fully closed, Tokyo pulled off her mask. 'The professor is going to kill you. How are we ever supposed to get out of here alive?’ 'Calm down, we’ll find a solution to it. Besides, I don’t think I was the only one who wanted him out.’ Denver looked at the other gang members. Rio and Nairobi nodded in agreement; the others shrugged. 'He was just there to perform fear on the hostage takers, he had no real job. I’ll take over his duties. We’ll get out of here, with the money as agreed. Promise.’ Tokyo wearily stroked a hand through her hair. 'I hope you’re right Denver.’
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Three days had passed and you still hadn’t awakened. The gang members had planned out a rotation so there was always someone sitting by your side. It was Denver’s turn. He held your hand and absently stroked your knuckles with his thumb. 'We haven’t discussed where we would go when we walk out of here.’ He muttered more to himself than to you. ‘I thought we were going to live on a remote island and party on the beach every night?’ Your voice was hoarse and your throat hurt from days of not speaking. ‘What happened?’ You tried to sit up but a hellish twinge of pain stopped you. Your face twisted in pain. Denver was in shock. ‘You’re awake,’ he muttered to himself, ‘you’re alive.’ He gently pushed you down so that you were back on the table. 'No, don’t move too much. Berlin shot you. Don’t worry I made him pay.’ Confusion was on your face. 'How long was I out for?’ Denver gently stroked hair out of your face. 'Three days, we leave in two hours.’ He stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. 'I’d never have left you behind, Helsinki and I made a stretcher.’ 'What happened to Berlin?’ Denver chuckled irritably, an angry expression crossed his face.  'We handed him over to the police. He crossed the line, we’re a team and he betrayed you.'  Flashes of Berlin forcing a woman into sexual acts moved before your eyes again. 'I couldn’t let him have his way,’ you muttered. 'I know sweetheart, I know.’
You had completely forgotten about the Professor, how would he have reacted? "El Professor? Denver saw the question in your eyes. 'He was angry, but he understood our reaction. We couldn’t trust him anymore.’ You nodded gently, thankfully he wasn’t the most important link you thought to yourself. How could you have been so wrong about someone, he seemed to be a strong leader type when he was just a pervert. 
'Would you like to try standing and walking around a bit?’ You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. ‘Come on, I’ll help you.’ Denver stood up again and placed a strong arm around your shoulders to gently help you upright so you were in a sitting position. ‘Take a deep breath baby.’ He mumbled when he saw the painful grimace on your face. Air filled your lungs when you did what he said. You resisted the pain and swung your legs over the edge of the table. 'Put your arm around my shoulders so I can support you.’ Obediently, you did as he asked of you and clung to his neck. He gently wrapped one arm around your lower back and the other along the front of your hips. He was careful so he didn’t touch the gunshot wound. ‘On three, one, two, three.’ You got to your feet. It was a strange feeling, they felt very heavy but that was probably because you had been lying on an uncomfortable table for three days. Everything was a little stiff. Cautiously taking some steps, Denver did not leave your side afraid you would fall. ‘And?’ His voice was hoarse. ‘I’m a bit sore and not the good kind.’ His laughter roared through the room. 'I can take care of that in a few days when you’re feeling better.’ Blood rushed to your cheeks. 'Don’t be so vulgar.’ Before he could object, the office door flew open and Helsinki walked in. ‘You’re awake?’ A grin spread across his lips. ‘You’re awake!’ The Serb walked toward you but Denver raised his hand protectively. 'Gunshot wound and haven’t been awake for three days, be careful big boy.’ Helsinki rolled his eyes before gently wrapping his arms around your frame. 'Oh I am so glad you’re okay. I hadn’t doubted my ability for a moment but still.’ You laughed softly. ‘Thank you, I owe you my life.’ He shook his head. 'Well, I did a lot but if Denver hadn’t obliged the surgeons for Arturo to help you I don’t think we would be standing here now.’ You looked at Denver with a raised eyebrow. He had a sheepish expression on his face. ‘I might have held them at gunpoint until they agreed to operate on you,’ he admitted. Your mouth fell open in astonishment. ‘Dude, they’re EMT’s. You gotta show them some respect.’ He nodded. ‘I know, but I was panicking, and we couldn’t do everything because we didn’t have the right equipment. They were our only option. Your only option.’ You nodded. ‘Bring me to the others so we can leave here as soon as possible, please.’ The three of you walked towards the large entrance hall where everyone had gathered. ‘Havana!’ Nairobi exclaimed upon seeing you coming down the stairs. Tokyo and Rio turned around when they heard her scream. Moscow winked at his son, who couldn’t contain a grin. ‘Sorry I couldn’t help more,’ you mumbled as you stood among the others. Everyone expressed relief that you had pulled through and assured you that everything was going smoothly. ‘We’re leaving in 30 minutes.’ Helsinki announced. Everyone nodded. ‘Let’s do this.’ 
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2 months later 
The two of you lay side by side on the sun-soaked sands of the deserted island, the rhythmic sound of gentle waves providing a soothing backdrop. With the golden sun kissing your skin, you took turns applying sunscreen, laughter dancing in the air as you playfully teased each other. ‘Give me a kiss.’ It wasn’t a question, he ordered you but you didn’t mind. You crawled towards him and straddled his lap, one knee on each side of him. ‘Told you we would end up on an island.’ You mumbled before you pressed your lips softly on his. He hummed in agreement. You placed your arms loosely around his neck and his hands slowly crept up. First over your thighs until they found a spot above the edge of your bikini bottoms. You leaned back a little so you could look at him. 'I could do this forever. Just the two of us on a deserted island.’ He nodded in agreement. ‘I assumed this was forever from now.’ He had that boyish grin on his face that you loved so much. ‘If we’re really going to do this, then-’ You didn’t finish your sentence and kissed him again, more intensely than before. You fought for dominance as your tongues swirled around each other. He didn’t just give in. His hands moved a little higher and he played with the string of your bikini top. Tired of his wait-and-see attitude, you untied the string yourself, followed by the string at your neck, causing the top to fall between you. 'I thought you promised me I was going to be sore? Or am I remembering that wrong?’ He didn’t wait a second and pushed you back into the sand. His lips found the pulse point on your neck. He sucked it gently until the stinging sensation earned a moan from you, then soothed it with his tongue. 'Havana you drive me crazy.’ he mumbled against your neck. ‘Call me y/n, please call me y/n.’ He was stunned for a few seconds and pushed himself up on his arms so he could look at you. ‘Y/n’ he mumbled, a grin appearing on his face. ‘My actual name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Dani.’ You smiled back as you repeated his name. ‘That’s easier to scream when I’m fucking you.’ You laughed out loud. ‘I hope that’s a promise.’  Instead of answering, he pressed his lips hungrily to yours again.
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athenamgh · 4 months
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#IV
Professor: How drunk were you last night?
Y/n: Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?
Lisbon: You do realize that those aren't your pants..
*Alicia enters the room*
Lisbon *points to her*: That's your pants.
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espresso-ships · 21 days
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Ágata x Clementia || OC x F/o art!
Did someone say... ✨Lesbian robbers in love??✨
...No? Well, too bad! Here they are anyways lol
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Introducing my second "self"-ship; Nairobi from La casa de papel And my OC Clementia - aka Athens! :) (she is mostly and OC but a bit s/i in some points!)
I don't really make art - but I found a drawing reference on Tumblr and went: OMGG IT'S LITERALLY THEM-
Maybe not the best ahhh but yeah, this is how I envision their relationship to be
Will do an introduction for them later, but basically - they're both in the Royal Mint of Spain heist and kinda have a "Dislike" to friends to lovers trope <3
Help me come up with a ship name for them 🙏
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gali-in-distress · 29 days
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I think Alex was meant to be awkward in the Spanish speaking scene.
Taylor studied Spanish in college soooo.
Also, Nick is European Spanish and accent not South American Spanish.
I can definitely see that being the intention behind it! And I wasn't originally judging Taylor for it (well maybe a little bit as my immediate reaction, I'm going to be fully honest) but then I went looking for other instances of him speaking Spanish and I can't find anything else???
Disclaimer I haven't really watched The Kissing Booth but I did see the guitar scene with him as Marco Peña and that made me think that he's just not fluent at all. But then I read that he studied Spanish and that made me confused again??
I mean, maybe he does speak Spanish but the American (dare I say gringo) accent is very much there, that's a possibility too. That's fine, accents are normal.
I'm not necessarily complaining, I mean why would I complain about someone's accent, that's not fair at all. I just think that the contrast is kinda amusing.
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lavandulacosmos · 2 years
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Inktober Day 22: HEIST
Raquel Murillo (Lisbon) & Sergio Marquina (Professor)
Masterminds for hire, or Serquel plan heists in their retirement for the right price and the right challenge.
[Money Heist days - Part 2]
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movieanimex · 4 months
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Netflix's New Berlin Series Review: Is It Good or Is It Worse ? Checkout Full Review On MovieAnimeX:-
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depressopax · 3 months
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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
»» Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ««
Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3
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Nairobi 
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I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3
Very sweet and caring.
She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes. 
She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.
Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)
She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed
When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles. 
She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you
Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.
She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.
Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭
Berlin 
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Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard
However, his aftercare is always the same.
As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.
You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.
Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.
But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao
He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc
…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is 
Being an asshole aside…
After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up
Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)
Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.
But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.
He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you
Sex makes him sleepy lmao
Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.
He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.
Denver 
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I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.
He’s clueless AF after sex. 
Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.
You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭
But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.
You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.
He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc
But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?
He loves it.
Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.
If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.
Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved. 
He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”
Tokyo
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Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol
Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.
…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.
She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.
She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you. 
Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.
She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.
Telling you how well you did, how hot you are… 
She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you. 
Professor 
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Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)
“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”
You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok
He is very good at aftercare.
Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao
And he is very attentive to your reactions etc
This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.
His personal favorite is massages.
He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.
He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.
He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well. 
Alicia 
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Call me down bad, but…
Alicia is a DOMME.
Usually rough with you when having sex
She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing
She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.
You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare
But when you do, she’s affectionate.
She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.
Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.
Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.
Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.
If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare
But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.
She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.
Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING
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signorin-anarchia · 2 years
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Do you remember when Serquel stans demanded spin-off Serquel and people (myself included) were like "What do you ask for, a rom-com? Haha, grow up! They chose Berlin, because his backstory has more to offer" and yet.. here we are... a Berlin rom-com.
Lmfaaooo yes. I made comments like these myself, "what do they want, a sitcom for kids?" and "LCDP itself was the Serquel spinoff"...
And now? We are the worst clowns 🤡
This is karma, we laughed so much at them that the universe revolted against us 😂
But, jokes aside, we were convinced that they chose Berlin in order to do something good, not just a rom-com that will get cancelled after a season...
Yes, Berlin's backstory has so much to offer IF YOU DO IT RIGHT. Because narratively he's of course the better choice for a drama, but the worst for a rom-com. I can't even imagine how they will manage to make the whole thing work, and if they do, they'll get my respect.
But before then, I remain skeptical.
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vampiromano · 4 months
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pobre el nene, boludooo
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Why is everyone so upset about the idea of Jude having a baby ten years after the end of her story? You do know that a woman's personality and mind don't get vacuumed out when they get pregnant right? She wouldn't change into some simpering caricature with no agency, Sarah J Maas really did a number on you guys...
Family has always been a major theme in this series: Jude was motivated in the first book by a need to protect her little brother. There has never been any suggestion from her that she doesn't want children, only an expression early in the first book that she's scared to always be powerless, and even her fairy children would be able to be cruel to her, which speaks to her desire to find her own power not a genuine drive not to have children.
It's completely understandable to be tired of all your characters having the same end: marriage to a guy, crown, babies, but I don't think this one character's fate after the conclusion of this one fantasy/romance series is the hill to die on.
Anyway, I love the idea and every time I imagine Jude as a mother I think of Najwa Nimri's amazing performance in La Casa de Papel, it was sooo Jude
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esuemmanuel · 9 months
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A diario se me recuerda de alguna manera lo extraño que soy para este mundo; lo diferente, lo único, lo ajeno. Cada día el universo me hace abrir los ojos con dolor y sorpresa ante la realidad de lo que es ser un ser humano; ese ente material, sujeto a la tangilibilidad y propenso a las leyes universales de la física. Me duele ¿sabes? Me duele lo que me hace ver la realidad. Me duele darme cuenta de lo raro que soy. Me duele tener el mal de la imaginación, del sentimiento, de la emoción... Me duele amar lo intangible y trabajar para traerlo al papel en la palabra escrita. Me duele tener presente que soy más que un pedazo de carne que se mueve, que piensa, que respira... ¿Que por qué me duele? ¡Porque no hay nadie como yo! ¡No hay nadie, puta madre, como yo! No hay nadie que cierre los ojos y busque ver el alma... No hay nadie que abra las manos y se entregue ciegamente a la palabra... No hay nadie que olvide su nombre, su cuerpo, su apellido, su casa para perderse en la plenitud de lo incorpóreo, en eso que sólo puede ser visto con los ojos del espíritu... ¡No, no hay nadie, carajo! Estoy solo en este mundo... He estado solo desde que nací, porque nací enfermo... Nací enfermo de luna, de aire, de éter, de sueños, de imaginación y de irrealidad. ¡Me duele! ¡Oh, me duele! Y nadie, claro que nadie, lo va a poder entender, porque no son yo... No tienen en los ojos las nubes del cielo ni en las manos las plumas de las aves... No tienen en el pecho el latido de una fuente que no deja de verterse en agua... No tienen en el plexo el fuego del mañana, de ese sol que arde buscando quemar con sus rayos la oscuridad que me castra... Me duele ser un alma que no sabe ser un cuerpo, que no sabe ser un nombre, que no entiende de necesidades físicas ni materiales... No hay día que el mundo no me lo recuerde y me haga sentir un alienígena... He querido aprender a ser humano, pero, fallo... Siempre fallo... Porque mi alma no fue hecha para este mundo y eso, carajo, duele aceptarlo.
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Every day I am reminded in some way of how strange I am to this world; how different, how unique, how alien. Every day the universe makes me open my eyes with pain and surprise at the reality of what it is to be a human being; that material entity, subject to tangibility and prone to the universal laws of physics. It hurts me, you know? It hurts me what makes me see reality. It hurts me to realize how rare I am. It hurts me to have the evil of imagination, of feeling, of emotion... It hurts me to love the intangible and to work to bring it to paper in the written word. It hurts me to keep in mind that I am more than a piece of flesh that moves, that thinks, that breathes, because there is no one like me! There is no one, motherfucker, like me! There is no one who closes his eyes and looks for the soul… There is no one who opens his hands and gives himself blindly to the word… There is no one who forgets his name, his body, his surname, his home to lose himself in the fullness of the incorporeal, in that which can only be seen with the eyes of the spirit… No, there is no one, damn it! I am alone in this world… I have been alone since I was born, because I was born sick…. I was born sick of moon, of air, of ether, of dreams, of imagination and of unreality. It hurts me! Oh, it hurts me! And nobody, of course nobody, will be able to understand it, because they are not me…. They do not have in their eyes the clouds of the sky, nor in their hands the feathers of birds…. They do not have in their chest the beat of a fountain that never stops pouring water…. They do not have in the plexus the fire of tomorrow, of that sun that burns seeking to burn with its rays the darkness that castrates me…. It hurts me to be a soul that does not know how to be a body, that does not know how to be a name, that does not understand physical or material needs… There is not a day that the world does not remind me of it and makes me feel like an alien… I have wanted to learn to be human, but, I fail… I always fail… Because my soul was not made for this world and that, damn, it hurts to accept it.
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tinta-y-cometas · 1 year
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Tal vez algún día aprenda amar. Todo este tiempo de noviazgos pasajeros y violentos me dedique a ofrecer como loca todo de mí, dependiendo emocionalmente de cada palabra o contacto, aceptando lo malo como cierto y normal, me acostumbre a ser abandona e idealice demasiadas relaciones perfectas para mí, construí amores de fantasía sobre arcoiris de mentiras.
Con mis dedos acaricie con delicia la locura mientras llore con lágrimas de cocodrilo corazones rotos de papel.
Forcé sonrisas donde había desinterés, así como entregué cuerpo y alma dónde solo buscaban la virginidad de mi piel. Gemir nombres de personas que pensé amar era mi felicidad, hasta que la tristeza de verme sola me destruía.
Desarrollé el odio hacia mi ser y cuerpo por personas que ni me conocían. Me obligue a querer personas que no deseaba solo por seguir la rutina del momento, fui una gran fan la corriente y fui peso muerto para ser arrastrada por la marea. No resolví problemas amorosos, era más brillante cambiar todo lo que no funcionaba.
Varias veces me sentí traicionada, cuando desde el inicio ya sabía lo que iba a pasar. Me sentí fracasada cuando tuve la mala suerte de encontrarme con personas que me utilizaron, cuando estás solo evidenciaron que querían de mí. Imagine amores bonitos y de sueños, con princesas, principes y castillos. Visualice todo en blanco y negro, no distingue tonalidades grises. Creí que fuera de mi esquema preestablecido nada era bueno.
Nunca amé de verdad, solo fui una niña jugando en su casa de muñecas todo lo que veía en televisión o leía. Nunca amé de verdad porque nunca aprendí hacerlo.
JR
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