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@french-lovable-beauty from here
There’s nothing more shadier than waiting for your ex-fiancé to arrive at your hotel room for a round of sex. Antonio had been needy, well, needier than normal, and he can’t quite sedate that need by himself. So he figures he’d ring the Frenchman with the intent of goading him out of his home for some..physical adventures.
Much to his surprise Francis agreed to such a meeting, leaving Antonio hard and wanting until he hears a knock at the door. “Francis..” He does not hesitate to pull the blond in for a kiss, followed by reeling him into his room with a slam of the door- signifying that their meeting shall commence!
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eyesofanirishman:
“Thirsty for you? You’re not a drink, Antonio,” the Irishman mumbled. Thankfully, the comment had gone right over his head. Rian downed the first glass and then poured himself another. “I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean by that, yeah?”
He hoped they had returned to a non-sexual conversation.
The response left Antonio with a blank expression, mouth hanging gaped and eyes wide in disbelief. Surly there was no one more oblivious than Antonio, right? Well, it would seem that Rian takes the cake when it comes to obliviousness! Poor, poor Antonio.
“You know what? I’m thirsty too. Fill my glass up with more milk Rianbow!”
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[Gardening is that one thing that always proved to clear his mind and fill his heart with happiness. There was something about digging his fingers in dirt that always seemed to be therapeutic] Oh no, it was my pleasure! I don’t mind helping you finish up! After all, busy hands are happy hands.
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[Sadik hummed softly as he tended to the garden, but his gaze turned back towards the brunet.] Ya’ve been a big help so far, but ya definitely deserve a break, Spain. I’ll finish up here and we can head inside soon!
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Francis couldn’t help the look of pain that crossed his expression for a brief moment. -Now- was exactly the problem and he didn’t know how to even begin to explain why Spain had hurt him so deeply when it was obvious that the brunet couldn’t understand even the basics.
With as patient a tone as possible and eyes glistening av frustration Francis sighed before speaking again. “Now; isn’t enough Toni! Not any more. Not if you want to really love moi in the way you say! I want always; not when it’s convenient or when you’re in ze mood-”
The blonde wiped away angry, painful tears from the corners of his eyes. “I’d never try to stop you from loving ozers, it’s in boz our natures to love as much as possible mais from you alone; I just want always. Not just -now-”
The more France spoke, the more did his accent peek through. “See, so we’re better off just playing-.” -playing pretend- butt his voice broke and he couldn’t speak more.
Perhaps Antonio lacked the mental capacity needed to fully comprehend the situation. Being here now meant being here, and that means one hundred and ten percent of his love and devotion. What wasn’t there to get? Why did Francis have to continue playing up the drama all the time? He was here wasn’t he? That should be good enough for him!
Obviously enough isn’t enough, and it only serves to fuel his anger. Brows jump downwards at a angle while his lips peel back over white teeth-- as if he’s about to snarl. But he doesn’t, instead he tears into Francis with a hard jab of his finger. “Stop trying to make me out to be the bad guy all the damn time!”
Deep inhale Toni. Deep breaths. “I’m trying. Okay? If you weren’t such a goddamn glutton for punishment you’d realise that by now! I’m trying!” He’s visibly shaking right now, fingers clenched into fists and his face beat red, but the second he spots tears Antonio reels in that anger.
“Francis.. I-- I’m sorry. Please don’t cry, okay? Look..” Antonio shuffles closer, one arm looping around the blond’s waist and gingerly pulls him in for a hug. “..I’m just having a hard time accepting that we aren’t a thing anymore. I don’t want to play pretend because it only gets my hopes up. Either we are or we aren’t.”
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“everyone i do right does me wrong”
“Ohh..well uhhhave you considered maybe keeping your dick to yourself?” Clearly he misunderstood. “Or maybe just lower you expectations.” You're not helping Toni
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He hated that look more than he hated the words that sprouted from it. Turning rather sour himself, for only the briefest of moments, before regaining his composure Antonio assumes an earnest expression, "I am being serious Francis! I love you, and I want you. Is that so hard to understand?"
Unintentionally he scowls, "I'm here now aren't I? No need to treat me like this anymore!" Clearly he didn't fully understand the severity of his actions-- or lack there of
@french-lovable-beauty from here
That’s not exactly what Antonio was hoping Francis would respond with. So bleak and lackluster that it results in a frowning Spaniard. “But– the heart wants what the heart wants. And it wants you.”
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[Text: Fran 😉👌] Of course they matter!
[Text: Fran 😉👌] You shouldn't love Tom. I want you to love me!
It’s probably best he doesn’t send this, so the message gets deleted
[Text: Fran 😉👌] It’s not my fault! I can’t help wanting to kiss you. You’re so beautiful and irresistible. Your face. It needs my kisses
[Text: Fran 😉👌] Well fine. If you don’t want to be my friend over something so stupid I’ll go and find myself a better Franny
Not two seconds after sending that
[Text: Fran 😉👌] I’m so so sorry. Forgive meeeee
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[Text: Fran 😉👌] Well your relationship is stupid!
[Text: Fran 😉👌] Tom’s stupid!
[Text: Fran 😉👌] It’s stupid
[Text: Fran 😉👌] What kind of question is that? I mean how I’ve always meant it. I love you Franny. Why can’t you get that through YOUR thick skull?
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[Text: Fran 😉👌] You hurt my feelings
[Text: Fran 😉👌] And my face
[Text: Fran 😉👌] I was just trying to say I love you!
[Text; Tonio 🍑] And how do you think I am feeling, hm ?
[Text; Tonio 🍑] I am in a RELATIONSHIP
[Text; Tonio 🍑] When will you get that through your thick skull ?
[Text; Tonio 🍑] …when you say you love me. What exactly do you mean ?
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[Text; Tonio 🍑] I am not sorry for hitting you [Text; Tonio 🍑] You understand why it was wrong ?
[Text: Fran 😉👌] You hurt my feelings[Text: Fran 😉👌] And my face[Text: Fran 😉👌] I was just trying to say I love you!
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Hyacinth Purple– I Am Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Sorrow
Francis was very certain of who these flowers were from. It was hard to look at them when there was so much hurt behind the reason for them being sent. Of course there are differences between accepting an apology and accepting the person making said apology.
In this case France was man enough to not throw the flowered into the trash-bin; something he would have done just a handful of days ago! Instead the blonde resigned to putting the poor, ill fated flowers into a vase and hid them in one of the guest bedrooms, standing on the same side table that held a simple ring in its drawer, both meant to be forgotten.
He wasn’t ready to face the reminder of what he had had and lost every time he looked at the flowers yet at the same time he knew he couldn’t hate Spain nor did he want to forget the many wonderful memories they shared.
Some day he’d be able to look at Spain without feeling his heart clench painfully. Some day he’d be able to talk to his long time friend without having to fight back tears and venom in his voice. Some day he might even be able to kiss a wonderfully warm cheek with the same happiness and friendly fondness that he had always done..
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[ YELPS. Just like a bad dog would. Though he’s cuter than a dog right? Look at that pout. A puppy put. He has this shit down to a science] You hurt me Lovi. You should kiss my booboos.
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Oh! [A sigh of relief] Good! My hero. [ Smooches for you Lovi
[ SWATS! He didn’t ask for your smooches, Spagna. ] Yeah, whatever. Stop touchin’ me.
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@french-lovable-beauty from here
That’s not exactly what Antonio was hoping Francis would respond with. So bleak and lackluster that it results in a frowning Spaniard. “But-- the heart wants what the heart wants. And it wants you.”
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//I think this is for the drawing meme thing so I’ve used it for that! I have to say though, the picture I drew sparked an argument between me and my roomie on what is considered a ‘sexy attire!’
I say that this is definitely a sexy attire in Francis’ standards and therefore it’s a perfectly valid interpretation for this ask! x33
Roomie claims that he has to be actually -wearing- something for it to be valid! //
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