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Innocence | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy: hi i was wondering if you could do an imagine on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl(like 21 y/o) who's part of the gang and looks like the typical "innocent and shy" girl.he feels attracted by her and starts teasing & flirting with her.even if she rejected him at first then she started playing his flirty & naughty game.with time they start growing always closer & end up having hot and intense makeout sessions(even tough it's prohibited & almost close to getting caught) thanks

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: mild smut, teasing, sexual tension

Note: hi! hope you like it, enjoy! also didn't proof read so sorry for any typos! x

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The guns and action weren't really your thing. You'd much rather sit behind a computer all day or spend your afternoon trying to distract the police. But El Profesor needed someone inside to do his thinking for him - hence the reason you were here. You spent most of your time studying your moves, the tactic and any situation in which something could go wrong.

You loved working with this group, though. Usually you'd avoid these kind of people because they were everything you weren't, but they were great fun. Denver and Nairobi took it upon themselves to organise a special night every week, whether it was a quiz, a game or a movie. The games and quizes were a bit too much out of your comfort zone, so you usually stayed behind with El Profesor and Berlin. The brothers weren't really into these kind of nights - one of them was just as awkward as you and the other just watched the others - or rather you.

You watched as Tokio took her turn in the game of Charades, yelling loudly at Nairobi when she didn't get the answer even though the answer was loud and clear. You giggled at them while Berlin focussed on your facial features. You were beautiful. Your big, almost Bambi-like eyes, the faint blush on your cheeks and your oh so kissable lips. El Profesor didn't seem to notice as he got up from his chair and joined the group, giving into peer pressure of Nairobi's charm.

'Why don't you join them, sweetheart? Isn't that what young people do these days, have fun?' Berlin asked you as he sat down in the chair next to you. You shifted in your seat and fumbled with your fingers. He sat so close to you and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by him.

'I-uh, I'm not really the going out type,' you mumbled, 'I'd rather just stay here.'

'Huh, you wouldn't say..' he took a sip of his red wine, 'Tell me, darling. Have you ever been with a man before?'

You choked on your saliva at his blunt question. Your eyes went wide and you rose from your seat. Your heart beating loudly in your chest.

'Pardon? I don't think that's any of your business. Excuse me, I have to go,' you stuttered, quickly turning around and leaving to your room, completely forgetting your notebook. Berlin smirked, feeling himself harden at your innocence and flipped through your notebook. You had every single thing written down, some notes being highlighted or crossed out. You had doodled small animals on one page and on the very back you had taped a note from your father. He smiled at your cute notebook, reminding himself to visit your room later tonight.

A knock interrupted your intense reading session. You frowned, no one had ever felt the need to talk to you, especially this late at night. You placed your book on your bed, folding the corner of your page and opened the door. You gasped a little when you saw who it was. Berlin was leaning against the doorway, your notebook in one of his hands.

'You forgot something, princess,' he huskily said, handing you the notebook. You blushed furiously at the nickname and went to grab the notebook, but he pulled his hand back. You frowned, feeling a little embarrassed, making him smile.

'You'll get your little book back, but you haven't answered my question yet,' he challenged. You shook your head, not wanting to answer, but you had to get your notebook back.

'I won't give it back unless you answer, princess,' he teased.

'I-I don't want to. It's none of your business, sir,' you replied. You didn't know the effect you had on him, because he groweled lowly feeling himself harden for the second time this day. He stepped towards you and you froze. His cologne filled your nose.

'Then I guess I'll hold onto it a little longer. Goodnight, beautiful,' he whispered in your ear, kissing you just under your ear.

It had been three days and you were getting closer to Berlin. Despite him teasing you and making you feel things you hadn't quite yet felt, you found it easier to talk to him than any of the others. It almost felt like coming out of your shell - and you loved it.

'Have you decided if you're going to answer my question yet, darling?' he asked you. You shrugged your shoulders.

'I don't know.. Have you decided if you're going to stop being so nosy yet, darling?' you retorded. You heard some low 'ooo's' crossing the table and he raised an eyebrow while a smirk covered his lips.

'Since when did you become so feisty, Bambi?'

'Since it shuts you up.'

'Touché.'

'Berlin, can I please have my notebook back? I really need it,' you said, leaning in the doorway of his room. He turned around, a vinyl in hand.

'You still haven't answered my question, so no,' he winked. You sighed and stepped into his room.

'It's been long enough now. I don't feel comfortable sharing those things. It's personal,' you mumbled. His window was opened and a breeze entered the room, blowing the door closed with a loud bang. You flinched and jumped back, accidentally bumping into Berlin. You didn't realise you were so close until you felt his warm breath in you neck as his arms snaked around your waist from behind. The music began to play softly in the background as you felt goosebumps cover your skin.

'Just tell me princess, have you ever been with a man before?' he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your neck.

'N-no,' you whimpered and felt a shiver run down your spine. You felt him smirk against your skin.

'Good girl,' he purred, 'Nothing to be ashamed about. Do you want to?' You gasped when one of his hands traveled from your waist, over your stomach, to your chest, softly grazing over your nipple and ending on your throat and gripping it carefully. You could feelt your body melt against his and he knew just which buttons to push.

'Y-yes,' you whispered. He quickly turned you around and sauntered over to you until your back hit the wall. You gulped when you saw his eyes graze over your body, until his gaze caught yours. You subconciously bit your lip. His hand rose to your face and his thumb caressed your lips, releasing your lip from between your teeth.

'Have you ever kissed someone before?' his dark voice purred. Your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and you shook your head.

'Can I kiss you, pretty girl?' he asked, making sure you didn't seem hesitant. You nodded and straightened your back.

The hand he had on your cheek moved to the back of your head and he painfully slowly tilted your head towards his. His eyes were completely focussed on your slightly parted lips and you closed yours. You felt his breath on your lips and finally connected them. You inhaled sharply, finally feeling someone's lips on yours after 21 years. His lips moved slowly and carefully, but very passionately. When you felt one of his hands move to your ass and give it a light squeeze you gasped and felt his tongue enter your mouth. It felt so good you almost got dizzy. You took a chance and moved your hands to his hair, pulling lightly and you heard him groan.

'Be careful, princess. Don't want to start something you can't finish,' he growled against your lips. You quickly pulled back your hands and away from the kiss.

'S-sorry. I-I didn't know what to do and I always saw this in movies so I thought I-' you rambled, feeling extremely embarrassed. He took your hands in his and a small smirk appeared on his lips. You were blushing furiously and your lips were plump. He had to say, for someone who had never kissed before, you sure were a good kisser.

'Hey, hey, it's okay. It felt good, don't wory,' he assured you. You looked at him through your eyelashed and Berlin twitched in his pants. You were so incredibly innocent. You nodded, a small smile in your lips - you were actually kind of proud.

'You're a good kisser,' you giggled, 'I kind of don't want to stop..'

'Then what are you waiting for?'

You took the lead this time, standing on your tippy toes to reach him and he quickly responded by slamming his lips on yours, tongue entering and swirling around yours. You let out a small moan and you felt him smile against your lips. He took your hands and held them above your head. You whined but that quickly turned into a moan when his free hand massaged your breast. He could feel your hardened nipple underneath the shirt you were.

'No bra, huh? Naughty girl,' he tsk'ed. You felt a jolt rush through your body and felt your nipple being pinched. You wished he would go further, but you broke apart when a knock on the door interrupted you. You quickly patted down your hair and made sure you were presentable when he opened the door, sending you a wink.

You heard Nairobi on the other side and you quickly grabbed your notebook which laid on his bedside table.

'I got it! Th-thank you for finally giving it to me. Took you long enough,' you rushed past him and quickly bid Nairobi goodnight before sprinting to your room and closing the door.

Berlin smirked and bit the inside of his lip while Nairobi just stood there with wide eyes and jaw on the floor.

'London, you dirty slut!'

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Berlin Taglist @nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap -@nicke0115 -@pinkrapunzel

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp #money heist

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon: Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap - @nicke0115 - @pinkrapunzel

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp #miguel herran #rio x reader #rio imagine

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Be My Hero | Berlin

Requested by anon: please berlin x reader with prompts 2 , 9 and 16 thank youu hun💞💞💞💞

Word count: 1060

Warning: angsty?

Note: hi hun! thank you for requesting, i hope you like it! enjoy x

#2 - 'How dare you?!'

#9 - 'I think I've been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.'

#16 - 'You're the hero, huh? I guess that makes me the villain.'

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You and Berlin went way back. The two of you had met through a mutual friend and you quickly hit off. You were highly interested in his intellegence and he was mesmerised by your beauty. You quickly fell in love with him, but once you revealed your feelings for him when you were drunk of your ass, he wanted nothing more than to be just friends. You knew why. He just didn't do relationships. He was a man who would click and collect and be gone before sunrise. It hurt you to see how many women he had been with, but his brother Sergio reassured you he did well by friendzoning you. Obviously, you didn't think the same, but that's life.

Considering that was five years ago, you were doing pretty good. Berlin and you were now living together. He had bought a huge mansion and he offered you a whole wing, since he didn't want to be alone all the time and as best friends, you could see the fun in living together so you took him up on his offer. Your wing consisted of a very large bedroom with a balcony that looked over the meadow, a small corner of sea peeking through on the left. Berlin let you choose which wing you wanted, knowing you could only sleep wherever you felt most comfortable. It was a dream of yours to always wake up to an amazing sunrise and sleepy sunset. You had furnished the balcony with two large chairs, a glass table and many flowers hanging over the edge. It felt like you were living in a dream.

You had an en suite bathroom, large shower on the left and a bubble bath on the left. Next to the bathroom was a large walk in closet. Everything in this house was big. The ceilings were high, details covering the walls and doors and the hallways were dressed with velvet flooring.

Living with Berlin was magnificent. Every night your personal chef made you dishes that made your tastebuds burst and wine that sharpened all your senses. But there was one thing you hated from the bottom of your heart. And that was Berlin's sex life.

Even though you were on the other side of the mansion, moans roamed the halls freely as if they were ghosts wandering around. You had asked Berlin to keep it down or either go somewhere else, but it didn't seem to work. So you decided to ignore him until he got the hint. And sometimes, when one of his conquests wouldn't leave, you would play the role of his wife and she would leave immediately. Deep down your heart stung with every woman he took home. Your feelings for him hadn't completely disappeared as much as you wished they would.

'What is going on with you?' he asked you, velvet robe hugging his body and he slumped into the kitchen with his luxurious slides. You moved from the counter to the porch, holding the steaming mug of coffee close to you. You sat down in your favourite chair, enjoying the view.

'Hello? Why do you keep ignoring me? How dare you, sweetheart!?' he asked. You could feel your lips twitch upwards, but kept your face emotionless.

'I think she upset wit you, Mr. Fonollosa,' one of the maids, Romana hinted. He frowned, his brain comprehending you had indeed been quiet and absent recently. How could he have not noticed before?

'Y/N? Did I upset you?' he asked, kneeling down to your level, your eyes not catching his. He studied your face and could see small tears forming in your eyes.

'Beautiful? Talk to me..' he whispered. He removed one of your hands of your mug and kissed your knuckles. The soft touch of his lips made you melt in his touch. You closed you eyes, not daring to look in his eyes while you finally told him how you have been feeling.

'I can't do it anymore, Andrès. I can't keep pretending to be your wife so she'll leave. I can't pretend to be your.. I don't know.. hero or something! I've asked you to keep it down, to go somewhere else.. To make it easier for me. I know it's selfish, but it hurts me more than I'd like to admit,' you confessed. 'I think I've been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.'

You could feel his thumb grazing your hand. Your voice trembled and you hated yourself for being so vulnerable, so stupid for confessing your feelings to a man who had already friendzoned you once.

'And how's that going for you?' he asked. You opened your eyes to look at him and you could see him smiling softly, no trace of mockery or taunt to see in his features. You shrugged.

'Shit,' you snorted. He chuckled and stood up, pulling you with him. He set your mug on the small table next to the chair and pulled you close.

'If you're going to tell me again how I'm such a good friend and you don't want to ruin that relationship, please just tell me now and I'll pack my bags. I can't do this anymore, Andrès. I'll hurt myself too much.'

You felt his hands move from your waist to your face and he made you look up at him.

'You are the best friend I've ever had, beautiful. And I don't want to loose that,' he spoke. You closed your eyes out of embarressment and stepped away from him.

'Don't mock me,' you said, voice breaking as a single tear fell down your cheek. You angrily wiped it away. You were about to walk inside when his hand caught your wrist and spun you around.

'What no-' you were cut off by his lips pressing on yours. You froze for a moment before moving your lips with his. His lips were very soft, his minty breath taking yours away. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and you wrapping yours around his neck. The kiss was full of love. Your insides tingled as you finally got what you had been wanting for the past years. He pulled away, completely breathless.

'You're the hero, huh? I guess that makes me the villain,' he smirked. You slapped his chest.

'Shut up, dork.'

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap - @nicke0115 -@pinkrapunzel

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp #money heist #prompt 2 #prompt 9 #prompt 16

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I Still Get Jealous | El Profesor

Requested by anon: i really enjoy your writing! can i request a money heist imagine where the reader is jealous of how much time the professor(her crush) and the inspector are spending together while reader is part of the heist and it leads to a fight but with a happy ending

Word count: 960

Warning: swearing, angst, angry reader grr

Note: this once takes place around the third/fourth season. Thank you so much for the compliment! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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Perfect. Your crush of two years was now on the road with your former biggest enemy. She was a great addition to the team, but the amount of time they were now spending together while you were stuck inside a building again made you angry. Some people might call it jealousy, but you were way too proud to call it that. Because of that you were really short tempered and quickly annoyed.

‘So, everyone sit down, grab a drink and relax. This is nothing but a minor inconvenience,’ Palermo spoke like the big leader. His attitude pissed you off incredibly and in addition to your frustrations about Profesor, you were constantly on edge.

‘Shut up man, it’s not a ‘minor inconvenience’, everything is going to shit. We’re stuck here for the second god damn time, with no plan out and not even a Profesor who can help us out. And in case you haven’t noticed, that bodyguard is out for blood and I’m sure as hell am not going to be bait. So either you make a goddamn plan or I’m out,’ you hissed.

Your explosion seemed to surprise everyone as they al stared at you with wide eyes and jaws on the floor. You threw your hands up in the air.

‘So I’m the only one that is being realistic in this situation? We’re all going to die, as simple as that.’ You turned to the camera in the room and raised your middle finger. ‘I’m out.’

You threw your weapon on the floor and left the room. The telephone in the other room started ringing and you angrily picked up the phone.

‘Yes, dearest darling?’ you said.

‘Lower the attitude. The tension is already through the roof. Get it together,’ you heard him.

‘I’m sorry, who is this?’ you sneered.

‘I’m serious. You’re only making things worse like this,’ he said.

‘So am I. Unless you come up with a plan in the next two hours, I’m walking out the door. And if you do, you tell me, not that weak excuse of a man.’ You threw the phone down and exhaled loudly.

Why were you like this? It scared yourself how weird you were behaving.. It was nothing like you. You leaned back against the wall and held you head in your hands. Footsteps were approaching and you felt someone sit down next to you.

‘When did I become such a bitch?’ you whispered.

‘The second you didn’t tell the man you love about your feelings for him,’ Monica spoke next to you. You raised your head to look at her and she looked at you with a sad smile.

‘Why do I even bother? He’s clearly in love with her,’ you threw your hand in the air, ‘I’m just one of his employees, nothing more, nothing less. When we get out of here I’ll never see him again anyway.’

‘You really think that?’ she giggled. ‘My God, you’re both so oblivious.’

You frowned. ‘What are you talking about? I literally heard them making out and god knows what more back in the monastery,’ you said, a frown plastered on your face.

‘Honey, Raquel is a lesbian. Sergio spent that entire night working on the plan. What you heard was her with someone else,’ she laughed. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.

‘B-but she has a kid! And an abusive ex-husband!’ you exclaimed.

‘Yes, that’s when she started dating women. No reason to be jealous, I think you’re safe,’ she said while bumping your shoulder.

‘I’m such an idiot.. How do I always manage to get into these kind of situations? And I’ve been such a bitch.. and for what?!’ you exclaimed, squeezing your eyes shut. ‘I should probably call him, shouldn’t I?’ you asked her. She nodded heavily.

‘Only if you tell him you love him.’

‘I hate you.’

‘You love me. Now go call the man. He’s probably had 3 panic attacks by now.’

You picked up the phone, dailing the only person you desperately wanted to talk to. How could you have been so stupid? Why didn’t you just trust him?

‘I don’t have anything yet so just let me work fo-’ You quickly cut him off.

‘Shut up. I just need you to listen. I’m so sorry for acting like a bitch. I was, well am, jealous of you and Raquel and I now know I shouldn’t have been, but I didn’t know and now I’ve been so rude to you and her and I guess what I’m trying to say is I really like you. Like, really really like you. It’s actually kind of more than that and now I’m stuck her and you’re out there and I don’t know if I’m going to make it out alive. So yeah basically I love you and I really want you to feel the same, but it’s totally okay of you don’t,’ you ranted. You were out of breath when you finished.

‘That’s.. a lot,’ you heard him whisper.

‘Please say something,’ you replied. The line got silent, but you heard some whispering in the background.

‘You know I’m not good with expressing my emotions. But there is one thing I know for sure. I love you, a lot. Since the first heist if I’m being honest. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I guess I did deserve that middle finger,’ he said. You giggled, making him smile as well.

‘So, what now?’ you asked.

‘I’m getting you out of there and then we’ll travel to a beautiful island somewhere. I’ll see you soon, love,’ he said. Your heart swelled at his sweet words.

‘Can’t wait,’ you replied. A warm smile on your face as you imagined your future with Sergio together.

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #el profesor x reader #el profesor imagine #alvaro morte #lcdp x reader

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Teasing Master | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy: hi! i'd like to ask an imagine/one shot on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl in her early twenties who's part of the gang and even though of their age gap she has a "secret relationship" going on with berlin (sexual tension, flirting and teasing). the plot and the rest is up to you. thanksss

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: teasing, flirting, sexual tension, swearing smut, daddy kink, dirty talk? idk it’s horny, that’s basically it

Note: hi, all! this is by far the most filthy smut i’ve every written.. I’ve shocked myself. oh and Berlin won’t die in this one, you’re welcome. hope you like it! x

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Being the youngest in the group was definitely interesting, but they all saw you as a very capable young woman, which you were very thankful for. You were two years younger than Rio, making you just a little over 21 years old. You were basically an open book and didn’t care if everyone knew everything about you, but you had one secret. And that secret wasn’t a what, it was a who. And that who was part of your group. Even better, he was the man in charge, Berlin.

You always had a thing for older men - you attracted them too. You looked and acted a lot older than you actually were so when the group found out you were younger than Rio, they were quite surprised. With a man like Berlin, you couldn’t help yourself. With his deep voice, intimidating smirk and smooth flirting you fell for him. Hard.

‘Where do you think you’re going, princess?’

‘Taking a walk. Why?’

He moved closer to you, placing a hand on your chin. He knew what effect he had on you and you hated that. You melted at his touch and were basically willing to do everything he asked you to. He stepped closer to you, making you step back and eventually back against the wall.

‘I missed you today, darling girl,’ he whispered, hot breath on your lips. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He had you under his complete control. You shuddered and a smirk made its way on his lips.

‘Did I ever tell you how much I love the way your body responds to me? Such a good girl for me,’ he whispered.

‘S-stop teasing,’ you groaned. His smirk got even bigger.

‘And what fun would that be princess?’

A noise came from the hallway and you broke apart. The thumping in your chest continued as he gave you a wink and then disappeared. Exhaling loudly, you placed a hand on your chest.

‘You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost..’ Rio asked. You cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

‘Yeah, fine. Just a little hot is all.’

‘Someone know where Berlin is? That bastard took my food... again,’ you groaned. Most of them shook their heads, but Moskú pointed to ‘his office’. Thanking him, you got up and knocked on the door. Usually, you waited until someone replied on the other side of the wooden door, but you were out of patience. It was the third time already that he’d taken your food and you were hangry.

‘Again? Really? Can’t you get your own damn food?’ you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips. ‘Hello?’

You glanced around the room, but he was no where to be seen. You even checked the en suite bathroom. The door slammed shut and you jumped, quickly turning around. The man you’d been looking for held his hand firmly against the door, making it impossible for you to leave.

‘Bastard, huh? You think it’s okay to call me that?’ he spoke lowly. You swallowed thickly. My god was this man a sex magnet. ‘You know what happens when you call me that, princess?’

‘N-no.’

‘You get punished, sweetheart,’ he all too calmly said. Your heart beat so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The sound of hot and hard breathing filled the room and the walls started closing in on you. The door lock clicked and Berlin turned his attention on you again.

‘Now, what do we do when we say a bad word?’ he demanded, stepping towards you. His gaze kept you in some sort of trance. The way he slowly approached you without saying a word was somewhat enchanting. His body towered over yours and he placed a hand on the wall, next to your head. ‘Hm? I can’t hear you, princess?’

‘S-sorry?’ you whimpered. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. Subconciously, you bit your lip and his eyes darkened. His lips parted. Now you had him under your control. Moving your head towards his, you whispered seductively in his ear, ‘..daddy.’

That was all it took for him to finally stop teasing. Moaning lowly, he moved his hand from your waist to your throat and squeezed lightly. It was something you loved about him. No matter how angry, horny or frustrated he was, he always made sure not to hurt you. He was such a caring man deep down, he just had different ways of showing it.

You gasped and tilted your head backwards, placing a hand on his. He leaned in and kissed you painfully slowly. His lips were soft and full, and tasted like expensive whiskey. You moaned lowly, making him smirk into the kiss. You tried pulling him closer, moving your knee over his crotch but he pulled back, biting your lip softly. His eyes trailed all over your body, until they met yours. You looked absolutely beautiful.

‘You’re stunning, my darling. You take me by suprise every time I see you,’ he whispered. He curled a little piece of hair around his finger and tucked it behind your ear. Your face heated up and you tried to hide yourself by looking down, but he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head.

‘Don’t be shy. I mean it. You’re perfect. Every inch of your body. Please be mine?’ The hand he had around your throat moved to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. You copied his actions and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. It was sweet, like the first kiss you had shared a while ago.

‘Then make me yours, handsome. Please,’ you whispered against his lips. He fully wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up around his waist. The kiss turned more passionate as he unlocked the door of the bathroom. He placed you on the couch that was seated in the corner of the office and his hands roamed freely over your body. You moaned softly which made Berling growl.

‘The power you hold over me is excruciating, woman,’ he mumbled. He unzipped your suit, exposing your bra. For the occasion you had worn your red lacy underwear. You felt him twitch between your legs and he moved his lips from yours down your neck, to your breasts. Massaging them gently, you buckled up and bit your lip. He pulled down the cups of your bra and sucked the skin just above your breasts while he circled his thumbs over your nipples.

‘Fuck..’ you whispered, ‘feels so good.’ Your hands pulled his hair and you could feel him smile against your skin. His cold hands against your sweaty skin were almost electrifying. You felt a knot in your stomach and you moaned. ‘Gonna come, daddy.’

He stopped his movements, making you slap his arm. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Wanna see your beautiful face when I make you cum,’ he said, hoisting you on his lap, pulling your suit down in the process and leaving you with exposed breasts and your lacy underwear. His eyes trailed over your body and finally met your gaze. ‘So fucking beautiful.’

He rested his hands on your waist and you placed yours on his chest. You slowly unzipped his suit, just like he did with yours. He cleared his throat, ‘A little faster, princess.’

‘Nuh-uh, what fun would that be?’ you said, quoting his words from earlier. He groaned and leaned back against the couch. He looked so hot. He had his eyes closed, small smirk laying on his lips. He was surrendering to your touch and you loved every second of it. You leaned in and kissed his lips, working your way to his jaw, under his earlobe and down his neck to his chest. Hands were caressing your waist while you stripped him from his suit. You dragged your nails down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers. He was as hard as a rock and clenched your legs together.

‘Do you keep your gun down here or are you just excited to see me?’ you seductively asked. He raised his head from the couch and saw you biting your lip while holding one of your breasts in your hand, toying with your nipple. He moaned at the sight of you and his cock twitched under you, making you moan a little.

‘If you keep teasing me like that I won’t last a lot longer,’ he groaned, digging his fingers in your hips. ‘Daddy needs to feel you.’

You pulled his waistband down, his member slapping against his stomach. You’d never actually had sex with him before, so to say you were drooling over his length was an understatement. ‘Impressed, darling?’ he winked. You didn’t answer, you just took him in your hand and gave it a few pumps. You spat on his cock, making sure to drool a little on your chest. He sharply inhaled, taking you all in.

‘Such a messy girl. You’re really a slut for Daddy, aren’t you?’ he spoke lowly. You nodded, lips slightly opened and moans slipping through. When you felt him twitch again, you stroked your thumb over his tip and slid aside your panties. You moved the tip over your soaked pussy and lowered yourself on to him.

‘So fucking wet,’ he hissed.

Feeling him so deep inside you made you let out an outstretched moan, burying your face in his neck.

‘Fuck,’ you whispered, ‘so fucking full.’

‘Are you okay, princess?’ he whispered back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded in his neck, sucking a little on his earlobe.

‘Fuck me, daddy.’

You didn’t have to tell the man twice. His hands lowered to your ass and thighs, lifting you up and down. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you was something you’d wanted since the day you saw him. And fucking hell was it worth all of the teasing. You were a moaning mess and pushed yourself away from his neck, laying your hands on his chest as you rode his cock. The way your tits moved up and down made Berlin slam himself into you. You gasped as his cock touched your g-spot. You leaned in and kissed him passionately as one of your hands moved down to your pussy. You rubbed your clit quickly as you felt yourself getting close.

‘I-I’m gonna,’ you choked, ‘gonna cum.’

He gripped your thighs even harder as he felt himself getting closer too. Seeing you as this moaning mess, tits swinging around while rubbing your clit was something he’d never even seen in a porno.

‘Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? Huh? Riding Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are. Rubbing your tight little cunt while your tits swing in Daddy’s face. Does that make your pussy wet?’ he whispered huskily in your ear. It was the last little push you needed to send you right over the edge. Your mouth formed a big o as you felt the orgasm rush through your body. Your whole body shook as your pussy clenched and you felt him unload his cock inside you. You were breathing heavily, your head resting on his chest. He let you ride out your orgasm as he slowly swirled your hips around his cock.

‘That was amazing,’ he croaked, ‘best sex I’ve ever had.’

You giggled and he turned his head, your infactious laugh making him smile. He moved you a little, his cock still buried inside you. You clenched your eyes shut, a little sore from the intense orgasm you just had.

‘Definitely,’ you smiled. You kissed him deeply. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but one filled with love and adoration.

‘I think I need a nap now,’ you whispered. He nodded and lifted you off his lap, making you whine a little of the now empty feeling inside you. He laid you down on the couch, pulling his underwear over his hips and getting you a blanket. You saw him move around, grabbing everything he could find so you’d be comfortable. The gesture made you smile.

‘Berlin?’ you asked. He stopped his movements and turned around. He saw your outstretched hand and sat down next to you.

‘Yes, princess?’

‘When we get out of here, will you come with me?’ He raised his eyebrows.

‘Is this you asking me out on a date?’ he smirked. You blushed furiously, hiding your face in the blanket. You heard him chuckle and pull the blanket away from your face.

‘I’d love to. I don’t care where I’ll go, as long as I’m with you.’

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Take me with you | Denver

Requested by anon: Can you do a fic with denver where the girl is best friends with denver and goes with the code name amsterdam and that denver is secretly in love with her

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: panic attack, mention of death

Note: takes place in the first/second season

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You weren’t supposed to end up here, hell, you didn’t even know how you got here. One minute you were waiting at the bus stop, the second you were in a car with a strange man telling you you were going to be a millionair. You were not the agressive type, you didn’t even speak when you weren’t asked anything. It wasn’t particularly shyness, you just liked to keep to yourself.

So here you were, in the middle of a heist with a gun in your hands with people you had to blindly trust to get out of here alive. It was a certain thrill you hadn’t experienced before. You loved the rush of knowing the police could burst through the doors any second. What you absolutely hated was that there were so many hostages. You wanted nothing more than to tell them it was just a cover up of what you were actually doing, but you couldn’t. And something told you that if you did, you would not make it out alive.

‘So, what happens now, you ask? We’re only just getting started. In two hours the big party will finally begin! Which means that in two hours, you’re no longer use to us. But what happens then, will be a surprise. It’s going to be an experiece of a life time!’ Berlin yelled at the hostages. You were on the stairs with Denver, weapons in your hands. Your heart broke when you saw one of the students break down and tried to go to her, but Denver’s firm hand stopped you.

‘You can’t. Not now. We’re so close. Don’t ruin this,’ he whispered. He knew exactly what you were thinking and you loved that about him, but now it was something you despised.

‘She’s having a panic attack, Denver. If she doesn’t get any help, she’ll pass out and who knows what happens then? We don’t know her medical history.. What if she gets a heart attack and dies?’ you hissed. He knew you were going no matter how hard he tried to stop you.

‘That’s a bit extreme, Am,’ he said.

‘That’s what I thought about mom too and she ain’t here to tell you it was just a small panic attack, is she?’ you choked and ripped your hand away from him. He looked guilty and his heart ached for you.

Your mother had had a panic attack while she was driving home from work. Fortunately, she was quick enough to get the car to the side of the road, but the panic attack turned out to be a heart attack and she died not even ten minutes later. You didn’t know she was in bad condition, but it turns out the doctor had told her this could happen. Stubborn as she was, she ignored it and thought of it as just a ‘minor pressure to the chest’. If she had just listened, maybe she would still be here.

You flew down the steps and just like you expected, Berlin grabbed you by the waist and snatched you towards him.

‘And what do you think you’re doing, pretty girl?’ You gagged at the nickname and pushed him off you.

‘She’s having a panic attack. So I’m going over,’ you stated. It wasn’t a question, no, you were going and that was it.

‘Did I tell you you could go to her?’ he sneered. You stepped towards him and leaned in close.

‘You don’t tell me what to do, oldie,’ you hissed. That seemed to shock him, so you quickly went down the stairs and went to the little girl. The hostages were terrified when you passed them and you did your best to smile at them, giving them some kind of sign you were not one of the bad guys.

‘Hey, hey, look at me,’ you whispered. She was trembling and her hands were shaking. You took them in your warm hands, not before taking your gloves off. Skin to skin contact always used to work whenever you had a panic attack. You sat down in front of her and tried to make contact with her.

‘You’re okay. Nothing is going to happen, I’ll make sure of that. We’re not here to hurt you, honey. Can you breathe for me?’ you whispered, genuine concern spread over you face. ‘Could someone hold her hands? I’ll be right back, okay?’ Her teacher quickly switched placed with you while you grabbed a bottle of water and a rag. While wetting the rag, you caught the eye of Denver who was looking at you with pride. He smiled at you and nodded, which gave you the reassurance you needed. You were doing something good while the trauma of your mother’s accident still haunted your mind.

‘This is going to feel a little cold, okay?’ you told her, while placing the wet rag on her forehead. She shivered, but when you took over from her teacher and held her hands again, she seemed to calm down a little. You laid her on the floor, an extra suit propped op under her head. Fortunately, she could look you in the eyes again and you smiled softly.

‘We’re not going to hurt you. You’ll be home before you know it, I promise. It all looks scary now, but it’s all just show. I can’t even fire a gun,’ you joked and she giggled. You placed a hand on her cheek and she looked at you the same way you had looked at the police officer when he told you the news about your mother. Scared and scarred. ‘I’ll keep you safe. All of you,’ you stated. She nodded and soon enough she was back to her old self. You gave her another water bottle and squeezed her hands, nodding at the teacher next to her before you went back up the steps again.

‘That was quite the rescue mission, pretty face,’ Berlin whispered on your way back, a smirk plastered on his face.

‘Go to hell, Berlin.’

‘Hey, how are you feeling?’

You turned your head and saw the familiar face of your best friend. He sat down next to you on the couch and you subconsciously leaned your head on his shoulder. It gave you a piece of comfort you didn’t realise you needed.

‘I’m okay, I think. Just a little worn out. I’m just glad I could help her,’ you told him. He had his hand on your thigh and you fiddled with his fingers. His heart jumped a little at your touch. The man was head over heels for you, but you were completely oblivious to his feelings. You had been in love with him for a while, but you never told him - you were scared it would break the special relationship you already had.

‘Sorry I snapped at you. You didn’t deserve that.’

He chuckled, ‘It’s okay, I shouldn’t have said that. I know it’s still a sore spot.’

You sighed and closed your eyes. ‘I just wish she had listened to the doctors. Then it might have happened later, but then at least I got a chance to say goodbye... She always told me that if I turned 18 we’d go to Amsterdam. Apparently I have some family there. She’d show me pictures of the canals, the little cafè’s, the museums,’ you rambled. Denver listened. He loved to hear you talk. Whether it was about your mother, your favourite tv show or how beautiful the sun shone, he didn’t care. He had always dreamt of you two being together, holding you close, waking up in bed together and snuggling up because the world outside your bedroom was cold and chilly. How he would make you breakfast in bed or how beautiful you would look on your wedding day. He couldn’t wait for you to be his.

‘.. So that’s why I’m Amsterdam,’ you finished, a soft smile on your face as you could imagine yourself going there.

‘You know we weren’t supposed to get personal, right. The Professor will have our head,’ he chuckled. You giggled and shrugged your shoulders.

‘Oh well, at least we’ll go down together.’ You lifted your head to look at him and he stared back at you. There was something so intimate about this moment. Such a fragile yet strong connection between the two of you. You didn’t know if you just imagined it, but he leaned in closer. Your heart was racing and your mind spinning.

‘Take me with you, to Amsterdam. I want nothing more than to spend every second of the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you and see the sun shine on your face. I want to see every side of you, ugly parts included. I want to be there when you tell me you want to marry me. Please, make me yours,’ Denver whispered. It was the first time you had seen him so vulnerable, so small. It shocked you, yes, but it made you want him even more. Not being able to reply, you just leaned in and kissed him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and laid you back on the couch. The kiss was full of love. It was so tender, so intimate. You pulled back, biting your lip.

‘There is nothing I want nothing more.’

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #denver x reader #denver imagine #jaime lorente #lcdp x reader #lcdp

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Confessions | El Profesor

Requested by anon: can i request a lcdp imagine where the reader likes the professor and she confesses nights before the heist but he wants to stay true to his relationship rule so she is heartbroken so she doesn’t want to talk to him and when the heist comes she doesn’t eat and sleep and he gets really worried about her so he expresses his true feelings to her

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: mention of a gun, not eating/drinking, angst

Note: takes place in the first season! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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You were in a difficult position. On one hand you wanted to wait until everything was over. On the other hand you were unsure if you would make it out alive. You knew about his rule not to engage any relationships of any kind and he took it very seriously, but the thing was you absolutely him to death and you were willing to take that risk. So here you were, about to confess your feelings for him.

You waited until everyone had left the classroom and took a deep breath. You had clammy hands and you were lightly trembling.

‘I- uhm.. Can I talk to you for a minute?’ you asked the Professor. He turned around, away from his chalkboard with raised eyebrows. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little, so he pushed them up. You found it adorable. Just like how he scrunched his nose whenever you talked to him.

‘Sure. Did I talk too fast or was I not clear about something?’ he stuttered. He instantly started doubting himself if he had indeed missed anything he was supposed to explain.

‘No, no. You were great. I just, uhm.. I kind of have something to tell you..’ you trailed off, ‘something personal.’

‘Bali, you know how I feel about sharing personal information. I specifically told you,’ he stated. Suddenly you felt incredible stupid. How did you think this was going to work when he clearly said he didn’t want any personal information shared?

‘I know.. I just want you to know something in case things go south. It doesn’t have to get in the way of your whole plan. If you don’t feel the same, we can just pretend it never happened.’ You waved your hand around, not really knowing what to do with your hands. ‘I just wanted you to know that I really like you. More than a friend or teacher, or whatever you are to me. I think you’re really handsome and nice. So, yeah..’ you spoke.

You couldn’t read his face. You saw somewhat of shock flash across his face, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘Well..? Am I just embarrassing myself or do you maybe feel the same? It doesn’t have to be a long answer. Just a yes or no is fine,’ you rambled.

He looked at you, fumbled with his glasses and turned back to the chalkboard.

‘I’d rather had you hadn’t shared this. This makes it all a lot more complicated,’ he sighed and grabbed a piece of chalk. ‘Can I still trust you to complete your tasks?’

You frowned, feeling not only rejected but also very used at the same time.

‘I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking if you might feel the same.. You don’t have to be so rude,’ your voice cracked. Sergio mentally slapped himself in the face for hurting you, but he had to.

‘You knew the rules. I told you not to share anything personal. Relationships make this all a lot more difficult. I cannot allow this to fail. I made those rules for a reason,’ he said. It was like a slap in the face. He didn’t even have the respect to tell you a) if he did or did not feel the same, but also b) to look you in the eye.

‘Yeah, you mentioned that, twice, but the least I deserve is an answer to my face. I guess that answers my question. Just forget I said anything.’

Obviously, that was impossible for the both of you. The next few days were awkward and very uncomfortable. You tried listening to everything The Professor was saying, but you couldn’t look at him. You did notice him staring at you once every while, making Berlin tease you and Denver tease him. You found it all very embarrassing and couldn’t wait until you were inside the bank to escape his face.

Everything went according to plan. You got in, locked everyone out and had now been inside for almost 2 days. You loved every part of it. The tension with Berlin got out of hand for a while, but soon after the storm blew over and you were back in the game.

‘Are you okay? You haven’t eaten since yesterday..’ Nairobi asked you, genuine concern written over her face. It was true. You weren’t hungry or thirsty so you hadn’t eaten. Usually you had a great appetite, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Everyone noticed, though. Including Sergio. He noticed you were always wandering around the halls, not even sleeping. He was incredibly worried and felt like an idiot for behaving the way he did. He sat behind his computers, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to do something.

‘Yeah, fine. Just got a lot on my mind, is all,’ you nodded at her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she grabbed a sandwich and handed it to you.

‘I want this eaten in an hour. If you’ve not eaten it I will push it down your throat,’ she sternly told you. You chuckled.

‘Yes, mother.’

As soon as she left, you threw it back in the fridge. When you heard yelling in the hallway, you grabbed your weapon and braced yourself for what you would find. Berlin was obviously yelling loudly again, threatening to shoot Arturo. Same shit different day.

It was now two days later and you had eaten a little bit more than one sandwich since Nairobi basically forced you to eat. You looked a lot more tired, your energy level had dropped to -4 and you were phisically and mentally exhausted. You looked like shit, to say it lightly. Sergio had grown more and more worried, telling the others to keep an even closer eye on you.

‘Drop the gun,’ you told Berlin, who had his gun pointed at Denver. He only smirked. ‘Denver, you too. I’m not fucking around. We need each other. We can’t just keep shooting at one another just because we’re stressed. Think for once, damn it.’ You raised your voice gradually as you spoke.

Berlin raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes flickered from your gun to Denver, who was about to burst with anger. As you held out your gun, the strength in your arms weakened. You tried your best holding up the gun, but when you focussed on your arms, your vision got blurry. When you tried focussing your vision again, your arms started trembling.

‘Berlin, please,’ you sighed. Your mouth got incredibly dry all of a sudden and your speech turned more into slurs. You felt yourself getting weaker by the second and this child’s play cost too much of the little energy you had left. Denver quickly lowered his gun when he saw you sway back and forth.

‘Bali? Bali!’ You saw him rushing to you, just like Berlin before your vision turned completely black and you fell to the floor.

‘We told her to eat! It’s not our damn fault. She’s too stubborn to listen.’

Your hearing slowly came back before you could open your eyes. You felt someone hold your hand while someone else was on the phone.

‘No, of course not... Yes, we did that already. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up,’ the voice came closer, ‘I think she’s waking up, hold on.. Bali, honey, can you hear me?’

You nodded lightly before slowly opening your eyes. Moskú held the phone while Rio held your hand. You were in the office, laying on one of the couches. You had an IV in your arm and a bag of liquid hung next to the window. You waved to the camera in the corner, letting The Professor know you were in fact alive.

‘He wants to talk to you.. We’ll give you some privacy while you two talk. When you’re done, just give us a call,’ he smiled and handed you the phone.

‘Thank you, guys. For everything,’ you tried smiling, but you were still too weak. They gave you a kiss on the head and left to the hallway.

‘Starving yourself? Really?’ Was the first thing you heard when you held the phone to your ear. You groaned loudly.

‘No, I just wasn’t hungry. Adrenaline, probably,’ you muttered. ‘Why do you care anyway? It’s not like I’m any good use compared to the others.’

‘Are you serious? You and Berlin are the leaders of this entire plan, Bali. How could you be so stupid?! We need you and we need you alive. Too many people have died already, I can’t loose you too,’ he stuttered. You heard his jagged breath.

‘Are you done?’ you asked, not wanting to deal with his whining anymore.

‘I’m sorry..’ he sighed, ‘You scared me. I thought I was going to loose you, Y/N.’

Your breathing stopped for a second and you sat up. He never called anyone by their actual names. You didn’t even know he knew yours.

‘Why did you call me that?’ you asked, heart beating loudly in your chest. ‘You said no personal details or any information.’

‘I know.. I just had to know your name. God, I want to know everything about you. Your favourite breakfast, your favourite country, what your goals in life are.. I want to know it all. And that scares me. I’ve never had this urge to get to know someone as much as you. You’re perfect in every way and I almost lost you,’ he confessed. Your felt your heart flutter and you turned your head to look into the camera.

‘What are you saying?’ you asked him, hoping to finally hear want you’ve wanted to hear for the past two weeks.

‘I.. I like you. A lot. And I was too scared to tell you because I’ve never felt anything like this before for anyone. I was so rude to you and you don’t deserve that. Please forgive me?’ he asked hopefully. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

‘Waffles with strawberries, kiwi’s and mango,’ you answered.

‘What?’ he asked, completely confused by your answer.

‘My favourite breakfast,’ you winked into the camera. You heard him let out a laugh on the other end of the line, making you smile as well.

‘So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?’ you whispered.

‘Sergio. Sergio Marquina.’

‘Nice to meet you Sergio. Now, get me out of here. I want to go to the beach.’

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #el professor x reader #el professor imagine #alvaro morte #lcdp x reader

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I Made Cookies! | Andrew DeLuca

Requested by anon: Yay💛😁😁 I was thinking of being Deluca's sister, also sharing the apartment with Arizona w/ the prompts 33 and 75 :D

Word count: 960

Warning: drinking, maybe one or two boo-boo words

Note: not my gif! I hope this is what you meant! Enjoy xx

#33 - ‘What did I say?’ ‘You told me to behave.’ ‘What did you do?’ ‘The exact opposite.’

#75 - ‘Are you drunk?’

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‘- so yeah, the mom is doing great and the baby is healthy. Uhuh, yeah, that’s what I said.’ Arizona fumbled with the keys in her hands while she spoke to April on the phone. ‘Uhm, April, I’m gonna have to call you back.’ Arizona threw her stuff down next to the door as she took in the scene before her. The room was covered in birthday decorations, music burst through the apartment and you were singing along loudly in the kitchen, covered in flour.

‘Y/N, hey! What are you doing?’ she called over the music. You jumped around when you heard her voice and turned down the music.

‘Arizona! Hi! Don’t you just love this?!’ you exclaimed. There was clearly something off about you.

‘Are you drunk?’ Arizona asked. You carefully hid the bottle of wine that was standing next to you behind your back and shook your head with a smile.

‘Nope!’ you stated proudly. She raised her eyebrows and gave you that ‘mom’ look. ‘Okay, maybe I am, so what?’

‘I literally left for two days and I come back to this.. Seriously Y/N, what did I say?’ she asked, clearly unamused by what you did to the house.

‘You told me to behave..’

‘And what did you do?’

‘The exact opposite.’

You pouted your lips and looked around the beautifully decorated room. No-one had been home for your birthday as it was a national holiday, so you threw yourself a nice birthday party. You’d done your best to decorate the house a little, but somewhere along the way you found a bottle of wine and that soon turned into two bottles, an over-the-top decorated house and a messy kitchen.

‘I just wanted a fun birthday! If no-one’s here, the least I can do is make it fun for myself and the mice,’ you mumbled and pointed to the little hole in the wall where the grey animals had been hiding out since a day. You didn’t mean to get drunk, but you’d had a rough couple of weeks. Firstly, your boyfriend broke up with you, secondly you got into a huge fight with your brother Andrew and thirdly you had lost a patient.

‘I love you Arizony, please don’t be mad at meeeee,’ you slurred. She sighed and sat you down on the couch. Handing you a glass of water, she pulled out her phone and texted Andrew how she’d found you drunk and alone in your apartment. Within a minute he replied saying he was on his way.

‘Am I a bad person, Ari? Be honest.’ That glass of water seemed to sober you up immediately as you stared at the now empty glass.

‘Why would you be a bad person?’ she asked. She sat down next to you and pulled you to her side. You cuddled up against her and sighed.

‘Me and Andy got into a fight earlier this week and he said some pretty nasty things. I don’t understand why he constantly has to throw me under the bus whenever he’s talking about me to Bailey. I almost got fired on friday,’ you mumbled, rubbing your tired eyes. The mascara you wore was now smudged around your eyes, but Arizona wiped it away. She held your face in her hands and looked at you with pity in her eyes. ‘And then Noah broke up with me yesterday.. on my birthday! And he said that I didn’t give him enough space and I always yell at him. I haven’t even spoken to him in the last few weeks. He’s never even home!’

You heard the door open and close. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting anyone else but Arizona to see you like this, so you shoved your face deeper in Arizona’s embrace.

‘Muppet, look at me.’ It was Andrew.

‘Go away Andrew. I don’t want to talk to you.’ You never said his actual name unless you were serious. Andrew’s face fell into a frown. A feeling in your gut told you he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so you sprinted to your bedroom and locked the door behind you.

‘I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said any of those things and neither should I have left you alone on your birthday. That was a dick-move. And I heard about Noah. Please unlock the door, ducky. You know I hate seeing you upset,’ he pleaded through the door.

‘I. don’t. want. to. talk. Andrew.’ You knew you were being childish, but you were hurt and drunk. The doorknob jiggled and soon enough the door opened and a smiling Andrew popped in your room, a screwdriver in hand.

‘Wasn’t planning on breaking a door open today, but here we are,’ he mumbled. You groaned and pushed your face deeper in the fluffy green pillow you were laying on. ‘Talk to me. Yell at me. Hit me. Do something.’ The desperation in his voice broke your tough act and you started sobbing like a mad man. You heard Andrew mumble and soon enough you were wrapped tightly in his arms.

‘It’s okay. I’ve got you,’ he kept whispering in your ear until you had calmed down. You sat up and leaned against your big brother. ‘We all go through rough break-ups. We’ve all lost a patient at least once, it’s inevitable. It sucks it all had to happen at the same time, but we’re here for you. We know the feeling and we know how to get out of it. So, grab your pillow and some snacks. We’re watching your favourite movie tonight.’

‘Can we have some wine?’ you called out to Andrew, who was already setting up the couch and tv. You heard two panicked voices yell back.

‘No!’

#andre deluca #andrew deluca x reader #andrew deluca imagine #giacomo gianniotti #greys anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #prompt 33 #prompt 75

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Hiii may I ask for which fandoms you write? And for which celebrities? Glad to see you back in action!!!💗

Hi lovely! Of course you can and thank you for sticking with me 🤍

This is an updated list on who/what I write for:

Celebrities:

Tom Holland / Peter Parker

Harry Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Taron Egerton

Grey’s Anatomy:

Alex Karev

Owen Hunt

Jackson Avery

Derek Shepherd

Mark Sloan

La Casa De Papel:

Rio

Denver

El Profesor

Berlin

Tokio

Alicia Sierra

It can be whatever you want, fluff, angst, smut, the whole shabang! Create your own storyline (or leave it up to me) and surprise me with what you come up with 💗

#mer replies #mer talks

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Hello lovely humans!

I’m alive! I’m so sorry I haven’t posted aything in so long!! Just letting you know the requests have been drafted, so that means you can send in requests again! Whoopwhoop!! Just pop in my inbox and send in whatever you want written. I will, however, be setting a limit this time. When they have reached 15 requests, I will close the submissions. So, be sure to be quick and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with! P.s. I’m uploading them in a random order, so keep your eyes peeled!

Hope you’re all well, healthy and feel loved 🤍

Love, Mer 💗

#mer talks

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One Question Away | Jackson Avery

Requested by @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru: I adore your works!!😲💜👏👏👏 Could I request with Jackson Avery using prompts? 15.“Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is a jerk.” 24. “Why don’t you just kiss me already?” 27. “Did I just say that out loud?” thaanks xx

Word count: 740

Warning: none

Note: not my gif! Thank you, it really means a lot! It’s short but sweet. Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

#15 - ‘Excuse me, but whoever stood you up is a jerk.’

#24 - ‘Why don’t you just kiss me already?’

#27 - ‘Did I just say that out loud?’

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‘Hi! It’s Ryan. Sorry I can’t come to the phone right now, but just leave a message after the beep.’

After hearing his voicemail for the third time, you gave up trying. Ryan had asked you out on a date and he told you he’d take you to a fancy restaurant, but now you were waiting for him and he was nowhere to be found. Typical men, always letting you down.

‘Damn it,’ you mumbled to yourself. You groaned loudly and sighed while rubbing your face. You just came out of an 8 hour surgery so being able to go home and go to sleep early almost made it okay that you were stood up.

‘What are you doing out here? It’s freezing..’ you heard a voice from your right and you closed your eyes for a second, feeling incredibly embarrassed. You felt your cheeks heat up.

‘I’m just enjoying the nice and crisp air today, what about you?’ You heard his chuckle and felt him sit next to you. He offered you a donut, which you gladly accepted. Your stomach was rumbling and you felt like you could eat the entire McDonalds’ menu.

‘Come on Y/N. You’re not wearing a fancy dress and heels to go out and enjoy the weather. What’s going on?’ he asked. You turned to face him and shrugged.

‘I was supposed to go out with Ryan tonight, but he didn’t show,’ you bitterly chuckled, ‘It’s okay though, now I can go home to my lovely bed that’s waiting for me.’

‘Excuse me, but he’s a jerk,’ he pointed. You took another bite of the donut, not daring to look at him. You already felt humiliated enough; you didn’t need to hear it from the person you actually fancied.

When you met Jackson, it was love at first sight. His bright blue eyes and soft brown skin were pure sex on legs. You knew the history he had with girls and you were anything but his type. You never let it get in the way of your friendship, though. You shared everything, had sleepovers and slept together in the same bed. Because of that, many people thought you were already dating, so when you got asked out by Ryan, the whole hospital thought of you as a cheater. You knew the truth, so it didn’t mean anything to you. Jackson and you were just... Jackson and you. Nothing more, much to your dismay.

‘It’s fine Jackson, really,’ you spoke softly as you placed a hand on his. Both your hearts skipped a beat. Little did you know Jackson fancied you too and couldn’t wait to ask you out.

‘No, it’s not, nugget. No matter how much you regret asking someone out on a date, you man up and tell them the truth. Especially when you ask someone out like you. He doesn’t deserve you Y/N,’ he told you, his face suddenly dangerously close to yours. His piercing blue eyes stared into yours as you thought about his words. You would kill for a man like Jackson by your side.

‘Why don’t you just kiss me already? You thought.

‘Well, that’s one way to it,’ he said, eyes wide and eyebrows risen in surprise.

‘Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?’ you exclaimed, moving back and holding a hand over your mouth. His laugh rung in your ears as he moved closer and removed your hand from your face.

‘It’s okay, babe. All you had to do was ask,’ he whispered and closed the space between the two of you. He held your face while caressing your cheek with his thumb. Your hands went to his neck as you deepened the kiss. You were still very aware of the fact that you were sitting in the parking lot in front of the hospital, but somehow you didn’t care. It’s not the first time anyone’s made out in the parking lot.

‘Are you free tonight?’ he asked after you pulled away. You were both breathing hard and your heart was beating loudly in your chest.

‘I might have a night off, I’ll have to check though.. Why?’ you winked.

‘Well then, would you like to go on a date with me? It would be a shame if no one could see you dressed up like this..’ he trailed off. You pushed his chest lightly and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’d love to Jackson.’

#jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery imagine #jesse williams #greys anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #prompt 15 #prompt 24 #prompt 27

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Heaven Above | El Professor

Requested by anon: heyy prompts 40 , 65 , 66 for El Professor?with so so much angst -even death of reader- if you write kind of things ofc) thx already

Word count: 1,3k

Warning: angst, death, swearing

Note: not my gif! Also, the reader doesn’t know that Sergio is planning the heist! This takes place before/during the first heist :) It’s a little shorter than I’d hoped, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Enjoy! x

#40 - ‘I wish I’d never met you.’ ‘No.. you don’t mean that.’

#65 - ‘I might never get another chance to say this.’

#66 - ‘Do you regret it?’

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‘Do you regret it?’ you asked softly. You were fiddling with your fingers while you sat next to Sergio on the bed. Your bottom lip was trembling and your eyes prickled with tears.

‘I-’ he sighed, ‘I don’t know.’ He was nervous, you could tell. You and Sergio had been lifelong friends. Your mothers grew up together and got pregnant around the same time. He was a year older than you, but you nearly did everything together. You went to the same school, worked at the same place, lived in the same street. But deep down you had feelings for each other and that resulted in you two sleeping together last night.

‘What don’t you know? Us being clearly more than friends or sleeping with me was a mistake?’ you asked. Your heart clenched at your own words and you hoped with all your heart Sergio was just a little confused.

‘No, it’s not that. But... This- This messes everything up. We were supposed to stay friends, nothing more than that!’ he said louder, standing up and throwing his hands in the air.

‘Sergio, please calm down. We made this decision together. I didn’t force you into anything, did I?’ you asked him, the realisation of him not wanting to be with you hitting you hard in the stomach.

‘You didn’t, but this makes it so complicated! This was not part of the plan Y/N, not part of the plan.’ He kept pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself and re-adjusting his glasses.

‘Sergio, look at me,’ you pleaded, taking his face in your hands. That only seemed to trigger his senses more as he pushed you away.

‘Everything is turning to shit, Y/N! I can’t think straight anymore. All I can think about is you and that messes with my head. God, you ruined everything! I wish I’d never met you!’ he yelled. You let out a loud sob. The man you’ve loved all your life confessed his love for you and offended you more than you ever though he would in the same sentence. When the words left his lips, his heart dropped in his stomach, immediately regretting what he said.

‘No, you don’t mean that.’ Your voice betrayed you as it cracked and quivered. Tears fell down your cheeks, showing Sergio just how much he hurt you.

‘Look me in the eye and tell me last night didn’t mean anything. Tell me you didn’t wait your whole life for that moment. Tell me you don’t love me. I dare you.’ The sadness in your voice now turning into anger as you took a step towards him. ‘Tell me, Sergio.’

The man looked at you with hurt, fear and sadness in his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak up and say any of those things. It simply wasn’t true and he couldn’t lie to you. Hearing the hurt in your voice pulled his heart strings. Tears filled his eyes and he could see the defeat in yours. Your shoulders slumped and you bowed your head.

‘I guess that was your answer. I don’t know what I messed up or ruined by loving you the way I do, but I’m sorry. I really am. I hope someday you can forgive me for all I’ve done. Goodbye, Sergio,’ you spoke, soflty smiling at him one more time before turning around and leaving.

That night stayed with you forever. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Sergio in three months and it hurt you every day. You went from seeing each other every day to not even texting. So you had spent the last few weeks sitting on the couch or in your bed. It wasn’t healthy and you knew that, so you decided to go out and get some groceries. You changed into some nicer clothes, put on a little bit of make-up and left your apartment. After exploring the market for a while, you found everything you needed so you returned home after taking a little walk in the park. Once you returned home, you saw the front door was open. The lock had been ruined. People broke in. Your heartbeat picked up and you felt yourself shaking. You decided to call the police, but as soon as you picked up your phone, you felt two arms wrap around you. You shrieked and tried to move, but a cloth was held in front of your nose. Holding your breath, you tried to stay awake as long as possible, but you soon enough slipped away into darkness.

‘I have to give it to you Professor, you have good taste,’ you heard someone loudly speak next to you. You slowly felt yourself awaken. You lifted your head and tried to move your hands, but couldn’t. Panic set in and you tried to pull yourself out of the ropes.

‘Ah, nice of you to join the party, darling,’ you twisted your head and saw a man in his fourtees looking down on you.

‘Wh-who are you? Where am I?’ you asked. A big screen was stood in front of you and a camera was pointed at your face.

‘You, my darling, are here because your friend doesn’t listen to our rules. See, all he has to do is let al the hostages go and you can go. But he’s a little stubborn, so he needs some help,’ he said, getting closer to you. You tried to inch away, but he grabbed you by your hair, shoving a gun to your jaw. You screamed and tears fell down your cheeks.

‘Hostages? What? Please let me go. I have no idea who you’re talking about,’ you pleaded.

‘Care to explain it yourself, Professor?’ the man asked and the tv was turned on. A very nervous Sergio appeared on the screen and your breath hitched.

‘I-I can explain, Y/N,’ he stuttered, ‘I did something big a-and bad and a lot of people are involved, but they’re not in danger. I promise.’

‘What the hell in going on? They’re not in danger? Then what the fuck am I doing here?’ you yelled at him and you could see him flinch.

‘I’m part of a robbery,’ your jaw dropped to the floor, ‘that was the plan I told you about. The one you, uh, ruined.’ He winced at his own words.

‘I don’t care what you’re doing, but you best let them go Sergio,’ your voice trembled as you finally admitted to yourself you would probably not make it out of here alive.

‘I- I can’t, Y/N. It’s part of the plan and if I lose them, the whole plan is ruined. I have to stick to it.’ You could tell he started to lose control and once he did, there was no coming back.

‘Sergio, listen to me. I have no idea where I am, got kidnapped at broad daylight and now I’m sitting here with my hands tied and a gun pointed at my head. Are those hostages really worth more than me? Think about how long we’ve known each other,’ you pleaded, hoping to trigger something.

‘I have to stick to the plan, Y/N.’

‘Very well then,’ you heard the man say and he pushed the gun at the back of your head. You cried out in fear and sobbed as quietly as you could.

‘Any last words, beautiful?’

‘ I might never get another chance to say this, so I’ll just say it. I love you Sergio. Always will and always have. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be,’ you sobbed, ‘I love you.’

A loud gunshot cut your sobbing short. Your head fell forward and you were dead. Reality seemed to hit Sergio harder than a truck, because his eyes almost popped out of it’s sockets and he screamed loudly. The man stepped back contently and turned his attention to the camera.

‘Now will you let the hostages go?’

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #el professor x reader #el professor imagine #alvaro morte #lcdp x reader #prompt 40 #prompt 65 #prompt 66

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Cloacked Heart | Jackson Avery

Requested by anon: Hi😊💕 Are you taking requests? Also, I wanna tell you that your works are very good💯👏👏👌🏻 and then, I was thinking on using “Oh, do you ever shut up?”; “You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.”; “Tell me I’m wrong.” where the reader is DeLuca's sister and gets to work for the first time with Jackson but they don't get very well at first :) xx

Word count: 2.7k

Warning: none

Note: not my gif! kinda enemies to lovers

Thank you so much, darling! It really means the world to me :) Hope you like it xx

#11 - ‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

#46 - ‘You can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’

#67 - ‘Tell me I’m wrong.’

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Today was your third week at your new job. Thanks to your brother Andrew, you got in at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. Before, you worked in a hospital on the other side of the country which you thoroughly enjoyed but due to staff cuts, you had to leave. Being incredibly good at what you do, you got offered some jobs but none of them interested you. So Andrew spoke to his superior and got you a job as an attending in OB/GYN. Your sister Carina worked in OB/GYN also, so that’s where your fascination and passion for this specialty came from.

‘Hey, Y/N! How’s moving in going?’ Arizona asked, handing you a coffee. You took a sip and let the hot beverage slip down your throat. Warmth spread through your whole body as you enjoyed the bitter taste on your tongue.

‘It’s going okay, actually. All I need to do is paint the walls and I’m done,’ you nodded contently. Moving in was less stressful than you thought it would be, thanks to your newly made friends here at Grey Sloan. Arizona was the first person Andrew introduced you to and since he’s her roommate and head of Ped’s, you knew you would most likely see each other more.

‘Cool! Hey, you wanna come over for dinner on friday? I’ll kick Andrew out and we can have a girls night. If you want I’ll invite the other girls too,’ she said, pointing to the three sisters at the end of the hallway who waved at you.

‘Yeah, that would be fun. If it’s not a bother to you, that is,’ you said. You hated being a bother to anyone and always did your best to keep to yourself. Especially since you were new, you didn’t want to intrude. All of the staff seemed really close to each other by what you had seen so far.

‘Oh it’s no problem at all!’ she waved off, ‘And besides, after such a stressful time you deserve a glass of wine. Or bottle.’ She winked at you and left to check up on het patients. You knew you had surgery tonight, so you decided to lay down for a little in one of the on-call rooms. Thinking about your life before and now made you smile. The job you had was great, but they didn’t let you do what you did best; save lives and deliver babies. There was always someone who was better than you or stole your patients. It was unfair and definitely uncalled for, but being here made you feel appreciated and welcomed. You hadn’t met everyone yet, but so far you got along with everyone.

You heard a knock on the door and got up. It was one of the interns who told you the surgery had been moved to the afternoon. You decided to check on the patient before surgery, but someone already beat you to it. A man was talking to your patient. He was tall, muscular and had piercing blue eyes. You knew it was Jackson Avery, as you had seen on the board earlier today, but you had yet to meet the man. Your breath hitched for a moment and that caught the attention of both your patient and the still unknown man.

‘Hi, sorry to interrupt. I’m doctor DeLuca. I’ll be performing your surgery with doctor Avery,’ you introduced yourself to the patient with a smile. She shook your hand and then turned her attention back to Jackson. He explained every step of the surgery. She was pregnant with twins, but her skin had been completely stretched out, making the continuation of the pregnancy very dangerous. You would deliver both babies safely while Jackson restored the skin. It wasn’t a risky procedure, but it did require some skills. Hence the two of you being here. Once he was done explaining, she felt safe enough and two interns took her to pre-op. You handed the tablet to one of the nurses, who you remembered was called Linda, and turned to Jackson.

‘I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m Y/N DeLuca, ’ you said with a smile and held out your hand for him to take. He shook it and nodded at you.

‘Jackson Avery. Let me be clear straight away. Don’t try anything funny with me or anyone in this hospital. This hospital is funded with the money I provided, so this placed is owned by me, no matter what anyone says. I can kick you out as easily as you came in. So, let’s do this surgery, because I have more to do today.’ Not waiting for an answer, he turned around and left to prep for surgery. You stared at him until he left and shook yourself out of your haze. What crawled up his ass and died?

When you tried to leave, you bumped into Andrew.

‘Hey, Annie,’ you asked, hearing him groan behind you. You had called him that since you caught him singing along to Annie: The Musical one night. He hated it ever since, but after doing it for so long his actual name sounded weird so you just kept using it. ‘Is Jackson always such an ass?’ You turned around and watched his face turn into a frown.

‘No.. most of the time he’s the nicest guy around, why?’ he asked. He saw you frowning and stepped towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder. ‘Did he do something?’

Your sister was older than you and he was younger, making you the middle child, but he always protected you like an older brother. Whenever you felt sad or angry, you came to him first before anyone else.

‘No, nothing happened. I just introduced myself and he started going on about me not trying anything funny here because he could kick me out if he wanted to,’ you mumbled.

‘Hmm.. maybe he has a bad day? I can talk to him if you want me to?’

‘No, it’s okay. I’ve got surgery with him, so I’ll talk to him. I gotta go, see you tonight?’ you asked. He nodded and smiled.

‘Goodluck, peanut! Page me if you need anything.’

You scrubbed, changed into different clothes and stared operating. You could see how tense Jackson still was, so you tried to lighten the mood.

‘So, Jackson, how long have you been here for?’ you asked. Your hands worked flawlessly and Jackson noticed. He was pissed off at someone new coming to work at the hospital again, thinking it would only cause more drama again, but you seemed actually nice and talented. It sparked a little jealousy in him that he hadn’t felt before.

‘Long enough,’ he grumbled. You couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. His eyebrows were furrowed and he watched the skin he worked on closely. You had seen his work before and it was incredible.

‘Okay, well..’ you started, ‘Not to kiss your ass or anything, but I think you’re a great surgeon and I am really looking forward to working with you more in the future.’

There was no response as you continued on delivering the babies. You soon delivered a boy and shortly after a little girl.

‘There they are. Please take them to either doctor Robins or Karev. They’ll check up on them and inform the parents. I’ll be right there,’ you told the interns with a smile and they quickly left.

‘That was really nice, you know.. Saving the hospital and all. I couldn’t-’ you got cut off by a load groan of Jackson.

‘Oh, do you ever shut up?’

Shocked at his sudden snap, your hands froze and your breath hitched. He seemed to be okay with what he said, since he just kept going. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t mean to snap. It was like he lost control over his mouth, because when the words left his lips, he was shocked himself. Snapping at a woman like that was very unlike him, so when you mumbled out a sorry, he wanted to apologize, but the words were stuck in his throat.

The ‘shut up’ incident had been almost a year ago. You had worked with him a few times after that and he talked to you more often now, but luckily Arizona offered to take your surgeries with him so you could take over hers. She had truly been your best friend since you started at Grey Sloan, besides April. The three of you got along incredibly well and you even went out for dinner once a month. Andrew and you had switched apartments, so you now lived with Arizona and he lived in your apartment.

It was saturday and you were about to leave, but you wanted to check on you patient Amy one last time before she left. She was allowed to leave tomorrow and you had the day off, so you wouldn’t see her anymore. Sofia was 18 and was now a mother of a healthy baby girl. Her parents refused to see her as they were religious and didn’t approve of their daughter having sex before marriage. So you kind of took her under your wing until she left.

‘How are you holding up?’ you asked her, sitting on the end of her bed. She smiled at the little peanut laying on her chest as she wrapped her little hand around Amy’s finger.

‘I’m okay. I guess all the cliché’s are true. Whenever I look at her everything just falls away. I’m going to be okay. We will be okay. I know we are,’ she spoke and you felt extremely proud of her. When she came in, she was terrified, alone and hurt. Now, she was all grown up and not scared of what the future would bring.

‘I’m proud of you, Amy. I really am. You have my number, so if anything happens or if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?’ She nodded and you hugged her goodbye. You caressed the little girl over the head and was about to leave when suddenly her heartbeat picked up and she started seizing. You took the child away as you yelled at nurses to help you, but to no avail. She had a heart attack and didn’t survive. The baby was taken away to the pediatric wing and her body was taken to the morgue. You sat in the middle of the room, staring at the place Amy laid alive and smiling just a little over an hour ago. Your bottom lip trembled and you could feel your throat closing up as you choked back a sob.

Jackson was about to leave too, when he saw you sitting alone in an empty room quietly crying to yourself. He glanced around to see if anyone knew what you were doing there, but when he saw no one even noticed you were sitting on your own, he stepped in.

‘What are you doing here?’ he softly asked you. He noticed you tensing up, but something inside him told him you needed someone to be there for you. Clearly you were shaken up, so he couldn’t just leave you here alone. He grabbed a chair and sat down next to you. He followed your gaze and it didn’t take long for him to realise you’d lost a patient.

‘How old was she?’ he whispered. You let out a shaky breath and wiped away your tears.

‘Eighteen. Heart attack,’ you whispered back, your voice breaking. His heart clenched when he saw you so broken. You always wandered and skipped around the halls, a smile on your face and carrying positivity with you everywhere you went. Seeing tears falling down your cheeks and a frown on your face was nothing like you.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, placing a hand on your thigh. You felt a spark of electricity flow through your body and turned to face him. His eyes held remorse and his eyebrows were furrowed in worry.

‘I’m sorry too.’

You two sat like this for a few minutes. Sitting in silence cleared your head. You enjoyed Jackson’s company and it made you feel safe and warm to know he wanted to know if you were okay.

‘Come on. I’ll take you home,’ he offered, holding out his hand for you to take. You gladly took it and placed the chairs back on their spots. You got in his expensive car and silently drove to Arizona’s and your place. When you arrived, you didn’t get out right away.

‘Thank you Jackson. You didn’t have to do that, wait for me, I mean. But thank you for waiting and being there. I appreciate it,’ you told him, not daring to look him in the eyes. You could see him nod in the corner of your eye.

‘No problem. If you need anyone, you can call me whenever you want.. Even if you don’t have a reason to.’

Your heart fluttered at his words and you blushed. He reached out for your hand and kissed the top of it.

‘Goodnight, Jackson. Thanks again.’

Three years you had been working here. Since the passing of your patient, you and Jackson got along surprisingly well. Others seemed to notice as well, because both of you got invited to parties and dinners more, because you finally could be in a room with each other without one killing the other. Either of you were unaware of the feelings you shared for each other, that seemed to increase more every day.

‘Hey Jackson, wanna come over for dinner tonight? Arizona is out and I don’t wanna sit alone all night,’ you asked him, flopping down on the couch next to him. He seemed to ignore you as he continued playing on his phone.

‘Jackson? Are you okay?’ you asked again, this time softer and turning your body to look at him. You saw him swallow thickly and nervously play with his beard. It felt like a slap to the face when he ignored you. After three years you could finally have a decent conversation and now he was shutting you out again..? It simply didn’t make sense.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ you whispered. You swallowed the lump in your throat and Jackson finally looked up at you. He had to say it. It was now or never.

‘Tell me I’m wrong,’ he stated. His eyes held fear as he looked you in the eyes.

‘Wrong about what?’ you asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. ‘Jackson, what’s going on?’ Placing a hand on his knee, his eyes flickered from your hand to your face.

‘Tell me I’m right to believe you share the same feelings I have for you,’ he breathed out. Your heart beat loudly in your ears and you felt like he could hear it. He placed his hand over yours that laid on his knee and interwined your hands. You couldn’t believe it. Taking you silence as an answer, he chuckled bitterly and let go of your hand.

‘I guess I was wrong,’ he mumbled, standing up. You quickly stood up too.

‘I want to tell you you’re wrong, but that would be a lie. And I can’t lie; not to you. I actually wanted to tell you the same. Tonight. If you wanted to of course.’ You stumbled over your words as you tried to tell him how you felt. He chuckled at your rambling and he cut you short by placing a hand in your neck and pulling you against him, kissing you softly. His lips were soft and full and he smelled amazing. You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing in your tip toes to pull him closer.

‘Only if it’s a date and I cook for you,’ he whispered against your lips. You giggled and nodded, making him smile.

‘I’m sure we can arrange that.’

You leaned in again, but froze when you heard a voice behind you.

‘Oh come on! Not you too. Now I’ve lost both my sisters to my co-workers. I shouldn’t have offered you the job, damn it,’ Andrew grumbled.

‘Oh, shut it Annie. Your time will come,’ you called after him, earning a middle finger in return, making you and Jackson giggle.

#andrew deluca #andrew deluca x reader #andrew deluca imagine #giacomo gianniotti #jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery imagine #jesse williams #greys anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #prompt 11 #prompt 46 #prompt 67

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Doctor Love | Berlin

Requested by anon: So okay okay, I had this idea a few days ago, and since your requests are open I'm gonna slide in real quick :)is it okay if I request a little scenario where like, u know when Berlino does that dumb thing of self sacrificing becuz he's gonna die anyway? What if his girlfriend/reader has been searching for a cure for his illness and before he can get himself killed she goes in the bank and tells him and somehow they manage to escape from the bank? No pressure if the idea doesn't appeal u! Ily!!

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: spoilers of season 2! maybe swearing, mentions of violence, guns, the whole shabang

Note: not my gif! Okay, so I’m in love with this request!! It took me a little longer to write, because I wanted to get it perfect. Let me just say I’m not a doctor, so I have no idea if there is a cure for the illness he has, but Imma try! Hope you like it darling! Thanks for the request and love you too! xx

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‘I’m sick. I have an illness called Helmer’s myopathy. It’s a muscle degenerative disease, which means that my muscles get weaker and weaker until my heart muscles can’t keep up anymore. If I’m lucky I have four months left,’ he told you like it was nothing; like it was answer to a question on a pubquiz. He held your hands in his, knowing it would break your heart and dreams of a future with him.

‘Andrés..’ you whispered, ‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’ He sighed and gently shook his head.

‘It’s uncurable, princess. I have medicine that I have to take every few hours that make it somewhat acceptable, but I wanted you to know.’

You visibly broke down. Even though you were always someone who never wanted to show any emotion besides happiness and anger, but this was different shit. Your hands were shaking, body trembing as you tried to understand that everything you had imagined yourself doing with Andrés would be nothing more than a dream. It simply didn’t make sence. Being together with Andrés for more than six months, you’d hoped he would be more open towards you and share what was going on with him. You felt your throat closing up, eyes filling with tears.

This illness was just the cherry on top for him. The man had done terrible things in his life and could mark off just about any sin in the Bible. Stealing, robbing, charming women. Karma was getting her way back to him and all he could do was accept his fate. It came across as cold to you. All this time you planned this whole life for you two together, but he knew that would never come true.

‘No! This is cruel! You let me believe we would be together for the rest of our lives, hell, you told me you wanted to marry me when you got out! You knew even if you made it out alive, you wouldn’t live longer than summer. You’ve done some terrible things in your life Andrés, but this..’ you exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. ‘This is just rude.’

The sadness you felt quickly turned into anger as you kept yelling at him, hitting him in the chest. He knew better than to interrupt you and tell you that everything would be okay, because he just now realized it wouldn’t be okay. He would die and leave you behind. Period.

‘I knew you were a self-centred bastard! You always play these mind games and somehow make everyone get on their knees for you! Is that all I am to you, huh?! Some game to find how far you can go? Because let me tell you Andrés, this game is finished. Game. Over,’ you hissed. You threw your hands up in the air and stormed out.

That was more than four weeks ago. In the meantime you had spoken again and this time the anger had disappeared and just cried. That was all you could do. You had accepted that you would most likely be a widdow before summer and that broke your heart, but you also wanted to fight. Andrés told you there was no cure to his illness, but there was hope burning inside you and you did everything in your power to still find that cure. Whether it meant getting no sleep for the next few weeks or not.

Andrés would soon be leaving for the big robbery and you had spent every second of the day being with him and holding him close. The times where you would have rough sex the entire day were over; it was now making love. He was gentle to you, making you breakfast in bed even though he could easily ask one of the maids to do it and even buying you nice dresses in colours that matched your eyes.

Without him knowing, you contacted one of your best friends who worked at the lab of a university and asked him if he could do more research on medicine for muscle-related illnesses. He said he had some information that he wanted to share with you, but that meant you had to visit him.

‘Babe, I’m gonna have to run to Macy really quickly. Think you’ll be okay?’ you asked. Macy was your sister and seven months pregnant, so it often happened that you visited her to help her with something. That way he wouldn’t suspect a thing. You had no idea how he did it, but he always seemed to know what you were up to.

‘Of course, princess. Give her a kiss for me, okay?’ he winked, giving you a kiss on the lips. You lightly slapped his chest.

‘Be back for dinner,’ you told him. Out of the blue, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him. He leaned down and you could feel his breath on your neck. Shivers send down your spine.

‘Your ass looks great in those jeans,’ he whispered, placing a light kiss on your neck and slapping you on the bottom. You giggled and pushed yourself away from him.

‘Bye!’ you called, waving him goodbye and walking out the door. You soon arrived at the university and was met by your friend who was waiting for you outside. You greeted each other with a hug and quickly got to work. He told you about the compositions of the different medications and what effect they had on what part of the muscle.

‘Isn’t there any way we could find a way to make this medicine last longer? This is the medication he uses now to keep it under control for a few hours,’ you gave him a syringe filled with the medicine and he studied it. He took the bottle from you and studied it contents.

‘There are some elements of this medicine that also appear in this,’ he pointed to a beaker filled with a milky white liquid. ‘I should be able to find a connection that makes this last longer.’

‘Is there anything I can do? I feel so hopeless not being able to do anything,’ you mumbled.

‘You did a great job already by giving me this. Is it okay if I keep the syringe? I need something that we know works, even if it isn’t permanent,’ he said. You nodded and waved your hand.

‘Of course. Anything to help find a cure. Thank you for doing this. I can’t even explain how much this means to me. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I hadn’t at least tried,’ you told him. He turned to look at you and gave you a hug.

‘That’s what I’m here for. If I find anything, I’ll let you know, okay?’

It was the fifth day of the heist. Andrés had been gone for almost three weeks now, being busy with training and all. He obviously knew about the plan already, but being the passionate man he is, wanted to go over every single detail again. He couldn’t afford making any mistakes. The goodbye was hard. You cried loudly as he held you close, whispering little reasuring words in your ear. You were thankful for Sergio. He kept you updated on everything that was going on, but didn’t tell you any details or steps of the plan. You didn’t want to either; it was scary enough without knowing how everything went down in there.

It was now wednesday and you were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t heard from Sergio in two days and it started to worry you. The news wasn’t exactly uplifting too. Andrés’ face was displayed all over every tv channel, name heard on every radio station and seen on every wall in Spain. Your heart fell even lower when the news announced he was sick. The smug inspector worked on you nerves as she spoke about him like he was an animal. Sure, the man had done things that broke the law, but he never killed anyone nor hurt any woman.

‘Fuck,’ you cursed under your breath. Suddenly your phone rang and the called ID showed Alex, your friend at the lab. Your heartbeat increased and you were anxious about what he was about to say. You picked up the phone and heard his loud voice. A tearful smile made it’s way on your face as you heard him say those three words you so desperately longed to hear.

‘I have it! I have the cure!’ he yelled. You jumped up and raced towards the university where he was already waiting on you. The hug you shared was one filled with hapiness.

‘Okay, he needs to inject this like he did with the other medicine. This is enough to last until november. I have some of it still in the lab so I produce more and work more on the duration of it. I can’t promise it will work for the rest of his life, but for now it’ll do,’ he spoke. You said goodbye and rushed to Sergio’s hide-out. The medicine you held in your hands would give him at least eight more months and until then Alex had a better cure. You burst through the doors and Sergio jumped up. You could see the whole that had been dug in the floor. You turned to Sergio and burst into tears of joy.

‘He’s not leaving us, Sergio. He’s staying. With you, with me. He’s staying,’ you rushed. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears and the rush of adrenaline was so high, you thought you’d pass out. Your words seemed to land as he slowly moved towards you. His gaze fell on the little box you were holding and his eyes flickered from the black object to the hole in the floor and tears welled in his eyes.

‘I have to get it to him, Sergio. He needs to know there is something out here for him. You and I both you the man is up to something. Let me go in there, please!’ you pleaded. He quickly snapped out his trance and gave you a red suit and black boots to finish the look.

‘When you get to the indside, wait inside the vault. No one knows you’re getting in and that way you won’t get attacked. Take this with you,’ he pushed a fake gun in your hands and you placed it in the holster on your thigh. ‘Goodluck.’

When you were about to enter, you heard a lot of noise coming from the computer. The police had broken in. He nodded to you and you ran as quickly as you could through the tunnel. When you entered the vault, you were met by two people. A young man with dark hair and a woman with blonde curls. They looked suprised to see you and the man pointed a gun at you.

‘Serg- El Professor send me. I’m Berlin’s girl,’ you quickly said, stumbling over your words. Sure, you were carrying a gun with you, but it was a fake. Having a real gun pointed at you made you nearly shit your pants. When the girl pointed out I was carrying a gun and came through the only way out, he lowered the gun and craweled through the tunnel. It wasn’t hard to find Berlin as he came running in the direction of where you were coming from. You caught the stares of the other people who nodded at you and went on with their duties.

‘Berlin, babe!’ you called, making him freeze.

‘What are you doing here, princess? It’s not safe for you. They’ll come running through those halls any minute now,’ he sternly said, turning around and grabbing you firmly by the arm. ‘Leave, now!’

‘No, I’m not leaving. I came here to tell you I found a cure,’ you breathed and everyone around you froze. ‘You didn’t know, but I’ve been doing research for a medicine and I’ve found it. The first dose should work ‘till November. After that I’ll have a much stronger and longer working dose.’

‘Princess, I told you to leave,’ he said more firmly this time. You didn’t move.

‘Like I said, I’m not leaving. Not without you anyway. You promised me a life that I could only dream of and now we can have it. I love you with all my heart. I can’t loose you. Not now, not ever.’ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged the man you loved so much to trust you and come with you.

‘Leave, now. Helsinki, take her with you,’ he ordered the bulky man behind you, but he didn’t move.

‘Love is a passionate thing, Berlin. I don’t know this woman, but she found a cure for your uncurable disease. That’s literally doing the impossible. You have five seconds to decide to leave with this woman or I’ll take you with me. Don’t look away when you have everything in front of you,’ he spoke. He turned his attention to you and you gave him a grateful smile. He smiled back and nodded.

‘Will you please come with me? If you don’t come with me, I’ll stay with you. I either die with you or leave with you, you decide,’ you stated. He looked at the box you held in your hand and realized how much he loved you. Moving towards you, he passionately smashed his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t filled with lust, but relief and gratefulness.

‘As soon as we walk out those doors, I’m marrying you. No exceptions,’ he mumbled against your lips. You nodded and held him closer.

‘That was the plan.’

You heard the policemen run behind you and Helsinki was quick to throw a grenade. Berlin pushed you all inside and bowed your head in his chest. Once the grenade had exploded, you all rushed back and blew up the tunnel. You joined Sergio and Helsinki in the back of the truck, leaning against Andrés.

‘There are no words to explain how much I love you, princess. No words.’

The two of you left to Cuba, where you got married soon after you arrived. The wedding was on the beach, your white dress flowing around you while you stared at the man you could finally call your husband. Only a month after the wedding you surprised Andrés by telling you were pregnant.

‘You are my heart, my soul and my everything. Thank you for being my wife and everything I’ve ever wished for.’

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@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp

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Beautiful, Beloved | Berlin

Requested by anon: Hello!!! How are you? I hope good!! May I ask for 10 18 and 23 from the prompt list with a Berlin x f reader? I just need me some angst with a fluffy ending hehe, it's completely fine if not tho!!! Keep up with the amazing work!!

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: angst

Note: not my gif! Didn’t proof read so sorry for any typo’s!

I chose not to do prompt 18, because I’ve already done that one for Berlin. Hope that’s okay! Enjoy x

#10 - ‘You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew the first time I saw you and you know it too. I know you do.’

#23 - ‘Why choose me?’

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It was one of those nights again. You and Berlin were fighting, because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. He didn’t cheat though, but it was the hundreth time that he had women practically throwing themselves at him. You couldn’t blame the women though, he was a handsome man and you basically did the same when you first saw him. But the problem was that he didn’t even try to push them away or tell them he was in a relationship.

‘My God, you were basically fucking them with your eyes, Andrès! How do you expect me not to get mad at that?!’ you yelled. You tried to walk away from him, but he followed you everywhere.

‘Oh come on, I did the same to you!’ he laughed, pointing at you.

‘Because you were single! You can’t behave the same you did when you were single, because you’re not single anymore!’ you groaned, while throwing your hands up. You took a deep breath and lowered your voice. ‘If you so desperately want to be single again, that’s fine, but just tell me. It’s the least I deserve.’

Once the words left your lips, you saw his expression change from smug to shock. You breath hitched and a sudden burning in your eyes ruined your tough façade. Berlin’s heart stung while he looked at your broken state. It was just now that he noticed how tired you looked. Big, dark circles marked your eyes, the light had left it’s orbs and your cheeks were hollow. You had definitely lost a few pounds and your body was trembling.

‘I-’ he stuttered. He tried to explain to you how you were his world and there was no way he would let any woman destroy the strong bond you had, but he couldn’t. He was stuck in his own words and he was terrified he would lose you because of it.

‘I love you with all my heart, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. It leaves more damage than it does good. It’s okay if you fell out of love or if your preferences have changed, but just tell me. Please,’ you pleaded, the volume of your voice lowering with every word you spoke. Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you tried to work this out, but he just stood there. No emotion on his face, no moving towards you, no words. You sadly nodded and lowered your head.

‘It’s okay. I’ll go,’ you whispered. ‘Just know that nothing has changed for me. I still love you the same as I did before. If you change your mind, you’ll know where to find me.’

You turned around and tightly squeezed your eyes shut, hoping with all your heart he would come running after you and hold you close ‘till the sun came up. But he didn’t. You wandered around the mansion you two lived in until you arrived in the garden. On the right there was a little cottage. It was your favourite part of the whole house. It had a big bedroom, a little living area, a kitchen and a bathroom with a bubble bath and sauna.

You smiled at the faint memories you’d shared with Andrès here. Dining with lit candles around you, sitting in the sauna, making love in the bubble bath and cuddling in bed. It was your safe haven. You went here to clear your head or just to be alone and work on your book.

Sighing, you closed the door behind you, shut the blinds and ran yourself a hot bath. You knew you didn’t have to pack your bags, because something inside you said that he would come around. You sunk in the bathtub and turned on the bubbles. You closed your eys and bubbles away until the water turned cold. After you dried yourself off and put on your pyjama’s, you dove in the bed and dozed off into sleep.

The next morning you were awoken by a knock on the door. You groaned and burried yourself deeper in the mattress. The knocking continued and you heard the voice of Greta, one of the maids in the mansion.

‘Darling? Breakfast is ready,’ she softly called through the door. You sighed and carefully opened your eyes. You loved Greta. She was an elderly woman, one you’d see in the movies, with snow white hair, dark red lips and big glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. You loved her to death. She was like a grandmother to you and whenever you had a question or needed advice, she had the answer.

You got off the bed, put on your robe and glasses and went to the door. You unlocked it and was met by the elderly woman smiling sadly at you. She knew you would only come to the cottage when you weren’t feeling great, so she knew exactly what had happened.

‘Again?’ she asked and all you could do was nod your head. You felt ashamed and stupid. This had happened so many times already, you truly couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you still tried your hardest with him.

‘Thank you, Greta. I can’t remember I requested breakfast, though,’ you frowned, taking the tray from her that displayed all your favourite foods.

‘Andrès requested it. He knew you would be here,’ she said, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. It took everything in you not to start crying again. ‘He also wanted me to give you this. Stayed up all night writing it for you. He didn’t sleep.’ She handed you an envelope with the words ‘My dearest’ written on top of it.

You sighed, ‘What do I do, Greta?’ She smiled softly at you and you could see the little twinkle in her eyes.

‘You know what to do, darling. If you need anything, just call and I’ll be here,’ she said, kissing you on the cheek and turning around to leave. You watched as she disappeared inside and you closed the door. You set down the tray on the bed and hesitated to open the letter. Was is really worth going through this again? You opened the letter and read it.

To my dearest Y/N,

Words cannot explain how sorry I am. I hurt you in a way I never wanted to hurt you and I can never forgive myself for that. I betrayed your trust multiple times and I want you to know that I am incredibly sorry for doing that. All this time I thought I needed to earn my validation from others, when all I truly needed was yours. I didn’t see what I had right in front of me and by doing that I hurt you. I see now that you have always accepted me for the way I am - my good and bad side. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. You keep me sane and stay with me in my darkest hours. You never complain about how I wake you up in the middle of the nigh or how I always leave my underwear spread around the room. I’m sorry for not seeing how incredible you are. I’m sorry for not appreciating you enough. I’m sorry I’m not the man you deserve. I hope you can forgive me and give me one last chance to prove to you how much you mean to me.

I love you with all my heart.

Tears welled up in your eyes. Never had Belin been so vulnerable and open to you. It showed you he really was trying his hardest this time. Times before he just got you a bunch of roses and that was his apology, but this time it was really different. He was sincere.

You munched your breakfast and changed into the summer dress you wore yesterday. You made the bed, brushed your teeth and left the cottage, taking the tray of now all-eaten food with you. When you were just about to enter the house again, you saw him sitting on the terrace, a glass of red wine sitting next to him while he held his head in his hands. You placed the tray down gently and approached him. He didn’t seem to notice you as you sat down beside him.

‘Why choose me?’ you asked him softly, not trying to scare him. He tensed up when he heard your voice and slowly lifted his head. He didn’t look at you, he just stared into the distance. His eyes were puffy and you could tell he hadn’t slept.

‘Sometimes.. there isn’t really a reason. There’s just this feeling burning inside of you when you catch someone’s eye or hold their hand. It..’ he sighed, trying to come up with words that would make sence. He usually knew exactly what to say and how to say it, but now he just blocked. ‘It feels so right. The moment I saw you for the first time, you looked so stunning. Not because you wore a fancy dress or had your hair done nicely, but because you were you. You never once changed yourself. You were just this twenty year old that lived her life exactly the way she wanted to live it without any regrets and living like there was no tomorrow. I instantly fell in love. My mouth dried up and my heart beat out of my chest.

‘When I went to talk to you, you saw right through me. You knew exactly what kind of man I was, but you made it your mission to break through those walls and find the real me. You did one hell of a job for that one, princess. You showed me that I’m not just this ladies man with a constant need for attention and drive for sex and money,’ he chuckled. He turned around and looked at you. He bit the inside of his cheek - something he did when he was nervous.

‘I don’t mind the sex part, though,’ you whispered, making him chuckle and you giggle.

‘What I’m actually trying to say is that I’m sorry for everthing I’ve done that hurt you. I was a dick and didn’t realize how much you mean to me. You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew the first time I saw you and you know it too. I know you do.’

You let his words sink in. You could feel his heavy heartbeat next to you so you placed your hand over his, on his knee.

‘I forgive you. Just please promise me you’ll try to talk to me more. I feel like I hardly know you anymore. I’ll be here for the rest of your life if you want me to, but don’t push me away,’ you pleaded. He could see your eyes filling with tears again, so he quickly wrapped his arms around you.

‘I promise, princess. I will never let you go again.’

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@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp #prompt 10 #prompt 23

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