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jyoongim · 3 months

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Can you do like pastor gets jealous over y/n before a demon guy friend approached her and when they get to the hotel he fucks her hard but with a lovely aftercare?? Tysm🙏❤️

hehehe Alastor would definitely not like some other male around his darling. Friend or not.

themes: jealous Alastor, rough sex, possessive, darling just being nice, aftercare, slight fluff

You and Alastor were out on an outing doing a little shopping and whatnot, when an old friend approached you. You smiled “Oh! Its been a age my friend how have you been?” The two of you chatted, completely unaware of the red demon approaching.

Alastor had noticed that you were no longer by his side and turned his head to see a demon fellow talking to you. He felt his eye twitch when the male wrapped his arm around you and let out a laugh at whatever you had said.

it was when the demon grabbed your hand and kissed it, when Alastor made his presence known.

”Darling who is this?”

You turned to him smiling “Ah Alastor you remember f/n? i was just telling him about the hotel”

Alastor’s smile turned sharp “Aaaaah yeeesss pleasure to see you again”

the demon gulped and gave a nervous laugh.

Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him, sneering at the sinner as the poor soul told you of his latest ventures.

”Dear we should head back. Now” Alastor said motioning gently for you to get a move on.

you nodded and bidded your friend a goodbye, hugging him and telling him you hoped to see him again soon.

As you walked way, you failed to notice Alastor turn his head around and morph slightly into his demon form scaring the poor demon to death.

Back at the hotel, Alastor swiftly led you to your shared bedroom.

Once inside, you were just chatting away happily about your friend while taking your shoes off; completely unaware of Alastor’s growing irritation.

”Oh how nice it was to see him! It has been so long. I do hope he come by so I can show him around, he seemed intrigued about our work here”

You were halfway undressed when sharp claws dug into your shoulder, turning you around to see a very fed up Alastor.

his eyes were glowing dials and his antlers had grew.

”Alastor?” You tilted your head in question, wondering what could have set off the lanky demon.

”no more talk of that riff raft dear. It is quite irritating”

you blinked surprised “Alastor don’t tell me youre jealous?”

he let out a laugh as he twirled a piece of your hair

”ooh no dear but…” you were tossed on the bed and with a bounce he caught your ankle, snatching you to be under him.

he made quick work of you panties and inserted a finger inside of you.

You let out a soft moan and gagged when a claw pressed on your tongue.

Alastor’s smile widened “ it seems my little darling need a reminder that she is mine”

With a sound of his zipper, you let out a whine as he thrusted into you.

bottoming out immediately.

”A-Alastor!” He didn’t give you anytime to adjust as he set a hard pace.

you panted as he rutted into your heat.

Pushing your thighs to your chest, he leaned his weight onto you and grunted as he continued to punish your insides.

”tu es à moi, ma chérie. ce misérable ne pourra jamais vous faire ressentir cela ! est-ce que tu comprends? hmmm?

cette chatte n'est qu'à moi et ne l'oublie pas.”

~you are mine dearest. that wretch will never be able to make you feel this way! do you understand? hmmm?

this cunt is only mine and dont you forget it.~

You nodded moaning loudly as you felt your orgasm rip through you.

”I’m yours alastor, no one else can have me, only you OOH Fuck!”

his thrusts turned erratic and with a growl he emptied his cum into you.

you whined as he gave a few soft thrusts and finally pulled out, smile returning as he watched his cum leak out of you.

Trying to catch your breathe you watch Alastor compose himself and hum and he snapped his fingers and a tub appeared with bubbles.

He lifted you off and bed and placed you in the soothing water.

You sighed as he gently washed you off and smiled softly as he peppered kissed up your exposed shoulders in apology.

”Mmm Al I’m sleepy” you sighed sinking into the tub relaxing.

he finished cleaning you up and dried you off.

bring you back into bed he purred as you cuddled into him, wrapping your limbs around him.

Letting the soft music he played lull you to sleep, you felt him tighten his hold around you.

Alastor mumbled begrudgingly “I might have been a tad jealous”

you giggled in his chest

”knew it”

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader smut

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the-offside-rule · 2 months

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Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Friends?

Requested: yes

Prompt: 18) "My mom thinks we're dating."

Warnings: not really? Just fluff tbh

Charles nervously led Y/n into his family's vacation home, where his parents and siblings eagerly awaited. "You stay here every year for the summer break and you never invited me?!" Y/n exclaimed, looking all around as Charles carried her suitcase in. "I thought you didn't like the whole glamour of Monaco." He teased. "That was before I saw your holiday home." She chuckled. Y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and confusion, having been invited on this family vacation without much explanation. "We're all going to have dinner at around 8 so I will leave you to unpack. I have to go help my mum with the cooking."

"Can I come? I haven't seen your mum in ages!" Charles swallowed the lump in his throat, earning a concerned look from Y/n. "What did you do?" She interrogated. "What? Nothing! I've done nothing!" Charles replied in an attempt to defend himself. "So why are you suddenly being so....unlike yourself?" He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Maybe you've changed since she saw you last? I-"

"Y/n!" Charles stopped his talking as he heard his mother Pascale entering the room. Y/n's bright smile returned to her face as she spotted the wonderous woman walking towards her with open arms. "Oh, I've been waiting for Charles to bring you! I haven't seen you in a while!" She grinned, kissing Y/n's cheeks. "It's good to be here. I can't believe I haven't been invited sooner." Y/n and Pascale both looked over to Charles who stood by the suitcase. "Charles, it's wonderful that you brought Y/n along." She paused, looking to Charles and switching to French. "Est-ce qu'elle sait que je sais?" Charles shook his head. "Non, maman. Elle veut toujours que cela reste privé pour le moment."

"Eh bien, privé ne veut pas dire secret." Y/n looked between the pair, slightly confused as she didn't speak the language. "Mamon, s'il vous plaît-" He began, but Pscale began to walk away, waving her hands in the air. "Non, non, Charles. Je vais partir et aller cuisiner. Je m'occuperai de mes affaires et je te laisserai aider ta copine à s'installer." She turned back to Y/n. "Bisous!" She smiled, before closing the door. Charles let out a sigh of relief. "What was that about?" Y/n asked. "Just dinner. I will- Yes. I'll let you change for dinner and I'll see you at 8."

As the Leclerc family gathered around the dinner table, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and laughter. Charles Leclerc sat beside his friend Y/n, stealing glances and sharing smiles throughout the meal. Pascale, Charles' mother, couldn't help but notice the chemistry between the two. During the delicious main course, Pascale set her fork down and looked at Y/n with a twinkle in her eye. "Y/n, dear, Charles will not stop talking about you." Charles sighs as Y/n grins, highly amused. "Oh really? Isn't he just so sweet?" She teased.

"And Charles, how long did you say you two have been together?" Pascale asked, her eyes twinkling again with curiosity. Y/n's gentle expression had turned into knotted brows, confusion clouding her mind. She stole a glance at Charles, who offered her a reassuring smile before answering. "Oh, we've been together for a while now." Charles replied smoothly, his tone tinged with amusement, before reaching for Y/n's hand beside him. Y/n's mind raced as she tried to make sense of Charles' response. She had never considered him anything more than a friend, and now she found herself unwittingly caught in a web of deception.

"So, Y/n, what made you and Charles decide to start dating all of a sudden?" Pascale inquired with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Y/n nearly choked on her wine, as Charles masked a laugh. "Oh, you know Pascale, sometimes these things just happen." Y/n replied, trying to play along. Pascale's eyes sparkled as she nodded knowingly. Charles nodde too, playing along with the story Y/n had come up with. "That's wonderful! I'm so happy to hear that. I am so happy none of the journalists have found out yet. You two must be discreet." Y/n chuckled nervously, "Yes, we like to keep things private. At one stage, we were so secretive, I didn't even know we were together." The family laughed along as Y/n kicked Charles under the table. A silent wince left his lips.

"Well, I think I should go and clean these dishes. How about-"

"Charles and I will do them, Pascale. Honest." Pascale smiled approvingly of Y/n. "If you insist." Y/n nodded, grabbing Charles quite firmly to make him follow her to the kitchen with various plates. Once the door had closed, Y/n turned to Charles, frustration evident in her eyes. "What on earth was that, Charles?" Charles placed the plates into the sink. "Oh by the way, Y/n. My mum thinks we are dating." His poor attempt of a joke didn't land too well, but the tea towel Y/n had thrown at him did. Charles sighed, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Look, I didn't know how to explain why you're suddenly here, so I may have mentioned we're together." He explained. "What the hell, Charles? You didn't tell me about this plan! I thought we were just friends!" Y/n whispered, trying not to let their ruse be overheard.

Charles had stopped thinking of the plates now and had instead turned his focus to trying to stop Y/n from telling Pascale the truth. "I know, I know. My mom can be relentless with her questions about my love life. I didn't want her prying too much, so I improvised. Sorry about that." Y/n sighed, holding the bridge of her nose. "Well, it's a bit late now. We need to figure this out before it gets more complicated."

Charles nodded, engulfing her in a hug and resting his chin on top of her head. "Agreed." They pondered for a moment, before Charles came up with a plan. "How about we make a deal?" Y/n looked up to him, almost as if to tell him to continue. "We'll keep up the charade for a while, and I promise to come clean with my mom when the time is right. In the meantime, we can use this to our advantage somehow." Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Alright, but you owe me big time for this. What's the plan?"

Charles smirked. "We can use this 'relationship' to our advantage. You get to spend the summer here, and it'll keep my mom off my back for a while. Deal?" Y/n sighed again, running her hands through her hair. "Fine, deal. But this better not turn into a soap opera. We're just friends, got it?" Charles chuckled, reaching his hand out and shaking hers. "Got it. Just friends."

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charlesslut16 · 11 months

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-lovers-

here are the other parts : (1) , (2)

summary : after the kiss you and charles talk about what is between the two of you...

PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader

WARNINGS : badly translated french

note : wrote this, while watching the monaco gp qualifying. Sorry if there are mistakes

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You stepped away from charles, so your lips couldn't touch anymore. You looked at his face, his eyes, with confusion. What was happening ? Just as you wanted to say something, he interrupted you.

"Y/n I need you to love me, like I love you. I need you to hold on to me, like I hold on to you. I need you to need me. Because this would mean, you can't see the possibility without me. Just like I do with you. "

Speechless. That was what you were. You didn't know what was happening. Just three weeks ago you hated each other, well you didn't hate him, you just thought he hated you. But you were so wrong.

You wanted to say something again, but he put his finder on your lip to silence you.

"You have no idea how far I would go for you, ma jolie fille." charles said, putting a wet piece of your hair behind your ear. My pretty girl.

"Je te donnerais la lune et les étoiles et tout un putain d’univers, si cela signifiait que tu es la femme la plus heureuse du monde." I would give you the moon and the stars and a whole fucking universe, if it would mean you are the happiest woman alive.

In the sky, the clouds started clearing up, as your mind cleared up too, which left you with only one question in your mind. You were stunned. The words charles said, and your heart jumped in your chest.

"You taste like the sweetest drug, mon couer. Like my dearrest addiction" charles growled. "created only for me."

Your breathing started going faster, as you heard his words. Your pulse beating faster by every second that passed. Maybe he was your drug, that you couldn't have enough of.

"God. I can't get enough of you." He rasped. "Everyone says drugs are your death, tell me why I feel so alive when I see you or when I'm with you."

"I... I don't know what to say." you stuttered. "Only that..." you swallowed, took a deep breath and continued. "I think I should go."

Charles bent down to your neck and groaned, as you said that. "You're it for me, baby. It's okay if you're not ready for me yet. Je t’attendrai pour l’éternité s’il le faut, mon coeur." I will wait for you for eternity if I must, my heart.

"I will wait a lifetime for you if I must." Charles lifted his head to look into your eyes. In them was, confusion, love and most of all, adoration. Then he whispered. "You are worth all the waiting."

At that moment, Charles thought, that was the end. That you had made up your mind and that you didn't want him or the relationship. But then you kissed him.

You moaned in his mouth when charles pulled you even closer to him.

"À partir de maintenant, je ne te laisse jamais partir. Jamais. Aujourd’hui, j’ai vu que tu es la seule chose dont j’ai besoin. La course est importante pour moi, mais vous êtes aussi important que la course." From now on, I'm never letting you go. Never. Today made me see that you are the only thing that I need. Racing is important to me, but you are as important, as racing.

You stepped away from his, to say. "Alors, tu vas me demander d’être ta petite amie ou quoi?" Charles chuckled at your aswer, pulling you close to him, pulling your chin up, so you could look at him. So, are you going to ask me to be your girlfriend or what?

"Y/n, mon coeur. Est-ce que tu me donnes l’honneur et que tu es ma petite amie ? " Y/n, my heart. Do you give me the honor and be my girlfriend?

"I'm not sure. Let me think about it" you answered with a small smirk on your lip, as you saw charles jaw drop.

"oui. I will be your girlfriend, charlie"

Charles composted himself, putted on hand on your waist and the other on your cheek, cradling in the process. You looked in his eyes, seeing happiness. And he looked in yours and saw adoration.

That's when Charles realized, he would do everything for you. No matter the consequences.

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #f1 fluff #charles leclerc #charles leclerc f1 #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc ferrari #charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagine

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ya-zz · 22 days

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Ramattra drabble but he messes with his speech settings and ends up talking another language and doesn’t know how to turn it off

FRENCH??? I am about to offend every French person who stumbles upon this blog...

He thinks nothing of it at first, a setting that didn't necessarily need to be touched unless he decided to travel, but considering he was comfortable in this place with you, it was unnecessary.

So he decides to mess with it, thinking nothing of it until he needed to do a quick reset to refresh his systems.

Everything booted up as usual but the moment his systems came up within his vision in another language, no longer omnicode, he froze.

You happened to wander in at the same moment he spoke, offering a smile and small wave as you approach him.

"Cela ne semble pas correct-" He pauses, fingers twitching at his sides.

"What?" You halt your movements, staring up at him with a confused expression on your face.

"J'ai peut-être fait une erreur." He looks at you, noting the ever growing concern and confusion within your features.

"I have no idea what you're saying." You admit, taking another step closer to him.

"Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français."

"Ramattra, you can say whatever you like but I have no idea what you're actually saying."

He hums, optics looking off to the side as he tries to think of an alternative way to communicate to you. He has no manual, he wasn't factory made, so to speak.

Ramattra couldn't do much except take a seat on the floor and go into his systems, but with everything no longer in omnicode, it was going to take a long time to put things back to how they were.

"This is why you shouldn't mess with settings you're uncertain with." You laugh, taking a seat in front of him.

His optics look up at you between files as he scoffs.

"Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire."

NOTES/TRANSLATIONS

Forgive me if it's wrong, I used two translators for this.

Cela ne semble pas correct - This doesn't seem right

J'ai peut-être fait une erreur - I may have made a mistake

Je ne sais pas comment rétablir cela. Mes systèmes sont en français - I don't know how to restore this. My systems are in French

Il serait dans votre intérêt de vous taire - It would be in your interest to keep quiet

#overwatch #ramattra #ramattra x reader #ramattra drabble #yazzfics #last time I studied french was 2011 #I do not speak any other languages but english #please do not hunt me down

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qbts · 10 months

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q!roier has an underrated emotional intelligence

everyone thinks about roier as that comic relief funny guy but he’s actually one of the most mature & intelligent people on the island, thats why we keep getting surprised by how coherent and logical his actions are

he was the only one (aside from richarlyson) that trusted cellbit 100%, even without knowing for sure that the plan was to infiltrate the federation

while everyone was telling him that cellbit was a traitor, he came to his defense the whole time, saying that they were all friends and should trust each other

in my opinion, to this day, roier is the person that trusts him the most cause even cellbit’s best friends were against him at that point, the people that knew cellbit for years were doubting him, but not roier, he STILL trusted him

roier almost gave up cellbit when he saw him and quackity about to (fake) marry on the festa junina. he said that he loved cellbit but wouldn’t oppose to it, if that meant he would be happy

he is selfless, he would be willing to give up his happiness for someone he loves

even when most people thought he would get mad knowing cellbit was running for president, he just said “lets talk at home” and supported his husband the whole debate

people really should give him more credit, he’s an amazing cubito

pt-br trad:

q!roier tem uma inteligência emocional subestimada

todo mundo pensa no roier como aquele cara engraçado, o alívio cômico, mas na verdade ele é uma das pessoas mais maduras e inteligentes da ilha, é por isso que continuamos nos surpreendendo com a coerência e lógica de suas ações

ele era o único (além de richarlyson) que confiava 100% no cellbit, mesmo sem saber ao certo que o plano era se infiltrar na federação

enquanto todos diziam a ele que cellbit era um traidor, ele veio em sua defesa o tempo todo, dizendo que todos eram amigos e deveriam confiar um no outro

na minha opinião, até hoje, roier é a pessoa que mais confia nele porque até os melhores amigos de cellbit estavam contra ele naquele momento, as pessoas que conheciam cellbit há anos duvidavam dele, mas não de roier, ele AINDA confiava nele

roier quase desistiu da cela quando viu ele e quackity prestes a (fingir) casar na festa junina. ele disse que adorava cellbit, mas não se oporia a isso, se isso significasse que ele ficaria feliz

ele é altruísta, está disposto a desistir da própria felicidade por alguém que ama

mesmo quando a maioria das pessoas pensava que ele ficaria bravo ao saber que cellbit estava concorrendo à presidência, ele só disse “vamos conversar em casa” e apoiou o marido durante todo o debate

as pessoas realmente deveriam dar mais crédito a ele, ele é um cubito incrível

#qsmp #spiderbit #qsmp roier #qsmp cellbit #ranting about my favorite cubito ig #mine

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omnomnomdomcaps · 11 months

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Une Question Simple - Remastered

“As-tu besoin d'aller au pot, princesse ?”

Zoe looked up, a blank stare on her face. Her daddy, tall and scruffy, still dressed in his full business suit, was leaning down to talk to her, and it seemed he was asking a question. The words sounded familiar - this wasn’t her first time playing en francais, as he liked to put it - but she couldn’t quite make sense of what they all added up to.

“C'est une question simple,” Daddy continued, “As-tu besoin d'aller au pot, ou pas? Ou peut-être que tu es trop petite pour aller au pot ?”

Again, Zoe searched her limited vocabulary for words she could make out, finding none. Pouting slightly, she tilted her head down and shrugged to signal confusion.

“D'accord, je vois.” With that, her daddy gave her a wide smile and a soft kiss on the top of Zoe’s head before heading back towards his office in the next room.

Zoe, in the meantime, thought for a moment longer before returning to her stuffies and toys, eventually choosing a stack of rings for entertainment. Ordinarily, such a plaything would be too simple and babyish for her, but somehow her recent exchange made it feel more appropriate.

So play the girl did, quickly losing herself in the bright colors of her little world. Time flew as Zoe stacked and restacked the rings, shuffling them about the tower and about the floor without a care in the world. That is, until a familiar rumbling in her stomach threatened to interrupt her fun.

Zoe had tried to ignore the feeling earlier, and it did pass then, but now it had returned and was refusing to subside. She had not been planning to use her diapers for that today, so she stood and let out a deep sigh. She would have to ask Daddy permission to use the potty - the trouble would be figuring out how.

As her cramps grew uncomfortably stronger, the girl made her way up onto her feet and over to her daddy’s office. With her legs starting to quiver, she launched into a rambling plea before he even finished

“Daddy, daddy, I really hafta…”

“Ah, non, non, non,” her daddy calmly interrupted her, wagging a finger to remind her of the rules, “en francais, s’il vous-plait.”

Zoe squirmed and tried to think as hard as she could, blushing a deep rouge.

“Je…” she began, tapping her right foot nervously, “je… je…”

“Je? Cheu, jee, geuuu... je quoi ?”

Tapping her feet faster now, Zoe turned her head up and let out a long whimper. Then, realizing she would not be able to find words in time, she turned around and ran away, tugging her pink shirt over the back of her diaper as she moved.

The girl returned to her playroom hoping to find some distraction in her toys, but no distraction would be found. It was as she kneeled down and reached for her stack of rings that the cramps became too much to handle. Loudly, her muscles gave out, and the grown woman helplessly filled the seat of her diaper.

Utterly defeated, Zoe knew what was coming. If her daddy hadn’t known from the look on her face earlier, if he hadn’t heard the noise her body just made, then he would surely smell what had happened as soon as he came into the room. Not wanting to just wait nervously, the girl turned once again to play with her toys to pass time, careful not to sit on her bottom as she did.

Finally, her daddy did come in, crossing his arms sternly as he stopped to stand behind the girl. Zoe, in turn, tilted her head slowly and glanced up as the blush returned brightly to her cheeks.

“Princesse,” her daddy began, “as tu gardé ta couche propre ?”

The girl gulped. It seemed she had been confronted. “Oui,” she replied, nodding meekly.

“Oui? Princesse, si tu penses que cela c'est propre,” her daddy began, patting her full diaper as he spoke, “Si si te ne sais même pas ce qu'est le pot, alors j'ai bien peur que tu doives porter des couches pendant très longtemps. N'es- tu pas d'accord ?”

Zoe couldn’t quite follow this reprimand, but again she bowed her head and nodded.

“OK, je vais te changer.” Her daddy pulled a changing mat from the room’s drawers and laid on the floor behind Zoe. This, she could understand, and she laid down on the mat, resting her arms by her sides.

Soon, the girl felt the refreshment of crisp, conditioned air and moist baby wipes on her bottom, and she was clean again. What followed this, she had thought, would be a return to the soft cotton of her big girl panties, but the sound of crinkling from her daddy’s hands indicated otherwise.

“Pan-” she began.

“Ah. Non, non, non,” her daddy quickly interrupted, wagging his finger once again.

Zoe crossed her arms on the floor and pouted. It seemed she would be staying in diapers. Had she agreed to this without realizing? What, exactly, did she say ‘oui’ to?

But for all her qualms, the girl also started to realize just how right being diapered was beginning to feel. After the way she handled herself today, after the way she struggled to express even the most basic of thoughts to avoid an accident, and after the way she treated her last diaper, could she even trust herself without one. No, as she was newly powdered and padded, she understood that this was precisely as she belonged.

“Tu sais,” her daddy began after finishing the change, “Je trouve très mignon que tu ne puisses pas me comprendre. Tu es vraiment un petit bébé, je suppose, mais je suis très fier que tu sois le mien.”

“Je t'aime, ma princesse” he concluded, planting a kiss firmly on the girl’s forehead.

“I love you too, Daddy,” she answered, butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

She had broken the rules, of course, but this time he would let it slide.

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sovonight · 1 year

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Hi! I just wanted to thank you, seriously - your content has singlehandedly fed me for the three whole months since I found you. I've bookmarked so many of your works and oneshots and I keep coming back (though it needs to be said - your Atton portraits are drop-dead gorgeous, all of my love, but the "the fool" one always reminds me of the knife cat meme, cannot unsee.) But as someone without a Tumblr, I wanted to ask if you knew of any fan areas to talk KOTOR II? Like a Discord or a Twitch?

aaah thanks so much!! i'm so glad you like my work (also lol the meme is now what redeems the old art for me haha)

i only know of two: the kotor reddit and their partnered kotor discord. i don't gel with either so i've never really hung out there myself. maybe others will have more ideas??

#sovo answers #i stopped checking out discussion spaces when i reached a point where i'd already formed my opinions on atton & didn't care abt other #perspectives--and when my dearest wish had become talking about cela/atton in particular instead of atton/exile in generic terms #and that point unfortunately happens very early for me every time i fall into a new media that i love to the same extent sejkfnsekjfn #sorry i couldn't be of more help--but thank u again! i rly appreciate hearing this :')

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empiredesimparte · 5 months

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Oliver: The Polytechnique ball thinks big! Napoléon V: I suggested the Garnier Opera to the school president. You've got to have a bit of fun!

Oliver: How did your honeymoon go? Napoléon V: Very well, thank you. It was strange to be cut off from the world, away from all the hustle and bustle of Paris.

Oliver: Good! You needed a rest. By the way, I thought it would please Hortense to have an estate in Francesim, so that we could visit you from time to time. Napoléon V: That's a good idea, I like knowing that my twin sister won't be too far away from us.

Oliver: Of course, don't worry, I'll look after her… That is, if you agree, officially Napoléon V: Officially, so that's it?

Oliver: Yes, I've been ready for several months now. I'm sorry again for all the trouble I've caused you, it wasn't… Napoléon V: Let's not talk about it any more. It's all settled. I know that Hortense will be happy with you, surely … more than with me.

Oliver: You were born to take different paths. At this time in your lives, the distance is natural. However, I believe I can echo Hortense's sentiments that she loves you dearly, no matter what and despite everything that has happened. Napoléon V: Thank you, Oliver. I'm counting on you to look after her.

⚜ Le Cabinet Noir | Paris, 17 Messidor An 230

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Napoléon V and his entourage went to the Grand Bal de l'X, organised by the École Polytechnique to celebrate the end of their year of study. The ball took place at the Opéra Garnier, and featured a number of performances including dances, fencing, a choir and many other distinguished ceremonies. It's a not-to-be-missed event for young students. During the evening, Oliver approached his friend Napoléon V to officially ask for his sister Hortense's hand in marriage. The Emperor agreed to make the engagement official.

(Thanks to @theroyalthornoliachronicles and @funkyllama for the sims deco and accessories! Oliver is a character belonging to @officalroyalsofpierreland)

⚜ Traduction française

Napoléon V et ses proches se rendent au grand bal de l'X, organisé par l'école Polytechnique pour fêter la fin d'année d'étude. Le bal se déroule à l'opéra Garnier, et donne lieu à de nombreux spectacles comme des danses, des combats d'escrimes, une chorale, et bien d'autres cérémonies distinguées. C'est le rendez-vous immanquable des jeunes étudiants. Durant la soirée, Oliver approche son ami Napoléon V pour lui demander officiellement la main d'Hortense, sa soeur. L'Empereur accepte d'officialiser les fiançailles.

Oliver : Le bal de Polytechnique voit les choses en grand ! Napoléon V : J’ai proposé l’opéra Garnier au président de l’école. Il faut bien s’amuser un peu !

Oliver : Et ta lune de miel alors, ça s’est bien passé ? Napoléon V : Très bien, merci. C’était étrange d’être coupés du monde, loin de toute l’agitation parisienne.

Oliver : Tant mieux! Tu avais besoin de repos. À propos, j’ai pensé que cela ferait plaisir à Hortense d’avoir un domaine en Francesim, pour que l’on puisse vous rendre visite de temps en temps. Napoléon V : C’est une bonne idée, j’aime savoir que ma jumelle ne sera pas trop éloignée de nous.

Oliver : Bien sûr, ne t’en fais pas, je prendrai soin d’elle… Enfin, si tu y consens, officiellement Napoléon V : Officiellement, alors ça y est ?

Oliver : Oui, cela fait plusieurs mois que je suis prêt. Encore désolé pour tous les ennuis que j’ai pu t’attirer, ce n’était pas… Napoléon V : N’en parlons plus. C’est réglé. Je sais que Hortense sera heureuse avec toi, sûrement … plus qu’avec moi

Oliver : Vous êtes nés pour prendre des chemins différents. À ce moment de votre vie, la distance est naturelle, mais je crois pouvoir me faire l'écho des sentiments d'Hortense qui t'aime tendrement, quoi qu'il arrive et en dépit de tout ce qui s'est passé. Napoléon V : Merci Oliver. Je compte sur toi, pour veiller sur elle.

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celesteheartsjey · 3 months

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~Call On Me~Chapter 1

"Bloodline you're on in 5.. 4..3..2..1" the director said not even above a whisper.

"Now.." The director says right on cue.

Roman turns his head from the tv backstage in the bloodlines locker room, slowly , with sort of a smirk on his face, yet a confused look at the same time.

"I don't get it .. Wiseman.." Roman spoke, turning his body to Paul, not all the way , but just enough to know that he's talking to him.

"Yes my tribal chief ?" Paul's says quickly leaning into Roman's frame, listening to his voice of concern.

"Why are they on my show?" he says referring to Randy and Matt Riddle whom had just had a match with Sami Zayn, as both men in the end had stood tall with their raw tag team champions. "I mean we already smashed RK-Bro, we done with them man , they must be desperate.."

"I mean we already whooped them at backlash uce, and they out here still talking Trash !" Jey chimed in with a hint of aggravation in his voice.

"Yeah, they not just talking trash about the tribal chief uce" Jimmy joining in also. "They not only doing that , but they disrespect the usos too !" He said looking back and forth between his twin brother and older cousin. "Saying we can't do nothing on our own.. saying we need you to do everything for us" he says , with his eyes on Roman's. "Man.." he countinued. "We the longest reigning smackdown tag team champions nearly 300 days for a reason !"

"No cap" jey says agreeing with his brother.

"But it's all good uce ! We do this for the bloodline, and most of all we doin this for family ! Tonight uce ..the whole world will acknowledge the tribal chief ."

The camera pin points on Roman as he looks on with a serious expression, clearly taking in everything the brothers just said, nodding his head, he was satisfied with what he heard.

"Tonight ..we gone give them an answer" Roman says.

The odd silence fell from the room when the director had yelled "cut !". Everyone had got up from the nice cushions they were sitting on, making their way outside of the locker room, to prepare for the events that would happen later that night , involving a in ring segment with Riddle and Randy.

_____

Outside the locker room, was where she stood waiting for Roman. Ever heard of the catchphrase "behind every successful man there is a woman"?

She in this case , was definitely that woman. Olivia Ouelett was her name. She and Roman had been married for quite some time now , and it was very evident that these two were so in love with each other , even now with the wave that Roman and his cousins are on , she's extremely proud of him . He's worked hard to get to where he is now, and it first it was a struggle , but that's apart of life .

All people tend to go through struggles, but that makes them who they are, and if anything that ought to make a person stronger , fueling the passion deep within one's heart.

Roman embraces his beautiful wife, closing the now gone distance, between them.

Olivia smiled as she took in her husbands warmeth against her body. He then pulls away, looking at her up and down , observing the very short red dress that had a low cut , enough to reveal her breasts, hugging her tight frame ,with her blonde loose curls, flowing down her back beautifully.

Olivia, to simply put it was just that girl.

A smirk forms at his lips, As his eyes still can her amazing features.

"I don't know what it is ..but it's something about this dress that's taking everything in me to not rip it off of you right now" he says suddenly. This time with more of a serious, thus far desirable look.

Olivia giggled at her husbands words.

"Mm, eh bien, si cela ne tanait qu'a moi, je te ramenerais dans ce vestiaire tout de suite" she said, speaking in her very strong French Canadian accent.

"English ?" He asks, his hands moving down to her waist.

"I said , if it were up to me I would take you in that locker room, right there..now." she says pointing over at the locker room door that he as well as his cousins had just came out of.

He bit his lip , turned on by her words. "Well how about we -"

"Ay yall chill on the pda. We know yall married but damn, do everybody gotta know?" Jimmy says , interrupting the moment like he always does.

Joe sighs at yet another moment being ruined. Meanwhile Olivia just laughs.

"Uce why you always gotta say something" Jey says tapping his brothers arm, causing him to flinch.

"What you mean ?! I ain't even do nothing , all I asked was a damn question! I can't ask questions now ?? and secondly what the hell you hit me for ??"

"Cause of yo damn foolishness that's why, now come on so we can go to get us a quick bite to eat at catering before this segment tonight" jey says walking off.

Jimmy rubs the back of his head and just looks at his brother walking away, then he looks between Roman and Olivia.

"Ay uh, I'll catch you later then big uce" he says dapping Roman up , and walking off behind his brother.

Roman shakes his head and looks back at Olivia. " I can't stand them sometimes" he says with a bit of a chuckle.

Olivia laughs.

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Later That Following Night

The Bloodline had cut their in ring segment for the night , and were currently walking backstage.

By that point everyone was ready to load and get ready to go. Hoping that they all could get a good nights rest , and just like that be on to the next city..

Roman and Olivia walked hand in hand as they went back into the locker room, having faith that they would get some kind of alone time tonight.

As soon as the door is opened Roman goes to plop down on the couches soft cushions, instantaneously letting out a loud groan. Olivia joins in, sitting beside him.

He lies his head back, gazing up at the rooms lights. Olivia comes into him closer, closing the space between the cushions.

Her hand begins to fidget with the zipper on his jacket that he was wearing , the other one was playing with the likes of his hair that was slicked back into a man bun.

He looked over at Olivia , adoringly as she toyed with his hair . He pulled her in , only for him to place a light kiss on her lips.

She swooned at the touch of his lips, already missing the feeling of them. Without saying another word she leans her head down to give him a smother of pecks on his lips, grabbing a hold of his thick beard she begins to stroke it lightly.

A slight moan falls from Olivia's lips as the kiss gets sloppier. Their tongues dancing like no other, feeling the heat of the moment.

Just like that Olivia lifts her right leg up to put it over Roman's lap , practically straddling him, with their lips not once leaving each other. Olivia's dress rises up by the minute as Roman starts to rub his gigantic hands in circles over her ass.

Her moans intensify as he tugs at the back of her dress , pulling it over, to reveal her bare, but perfectly rounded butt.

He places a hard smack against her sensitive skin. She moans In return, his lips leaving her mouth to then only attack her neck.

His hands roamed her back , tugging at the back of her dress once more.

"Take this off" he growled against her skin, unzipping the back of her red fitted dress.

She did just as he said, sliding her dress down over her shoulders, revealing her black laced bra, with the panties to match. Pulling her dress all the way off, she throws it to the floor.

His hands immediately fall to her breast, groping them, liking the feel. Her hands lay on top of his, rubbing his hands against her breasts.

Suddenly he stops, lifting himself up , with her weight still on him , as he began to unzip his jacket and take it off of himself, along with his shirt, showing his toned body that was both tatted and Muscular.

He positioned himself back to where he was at first, just gazing at her and her beautiful adolescense.

"You're so perfect" he softly spoke, pulling up to Kiss her lips again.

She giggles. "Thank you"

Before saying another word, they find themselves kissing each other nonstop , his hand caressing her back , soon coming down the front of her. His hands went down her stomach , pulling at her black laced panties.

Looking down he notices how wet she is, so he takes his finger and slowly inserts it inside of her.

"Oh, oh my god" she spoke.

"Feels good don't it ?" He whispered against her ear.

"Yes.." she whined to him.

While he was pumping his finger in and out of her , his free hand went to her bra, pulling it down, unveiling her double d's .

His mouth watered at the sight of them, quickly attaching his lips to her left breast.

He took his time working on her left nipple , soon going over to latch his lips on the other one. She moaned, looking up at the lights, laying her head back as far as she could, only to bring her head back down again to look at his finger as he slid in and out of her wet folds.

"Mmm.." she moaned moved her hips back and forth against him, as he fingers worked her, picking up his pace.

Her hands went around his head , as he had finally unattached his lips from her nipple. He pumps in to her more as she feels herself starting to come of an extremely high orgasm, her moans more vocal than ever.

"Mhmm, tell your tribal chief what you want" he moans.

" Je veux que tu me baises, I want you to fuck me" she said with a pleading tone.

Hearing those 6 words, he took his fingers from her sticky folds and put it up to her mouth, allowing her to get a taste of herself.

Taking his finger from her mouth, he pulls his joggers down along with his underwear, to see his 7 inch shaft , spring out , rock hard against her slickness.

He picks her up, cupping both of her cheeks , and placing them on his dick. She moans at the feel of him inside of her.

His thrusts started slow as she mosned to him , fulfilling her every desire in that moment, that pleased the both of them, as they had moaned together in unison.

"I can feel how wet you are for me .."

A moan was all that feel from her tounge, until he planted a hard smack on her ass.

"Uhh yes ! I'm so wet for you !" She loudly moaned.

He countinued to slap her ass, rolling her hips into his , riding the waves of ecstasy , watching her body go back and forth.

"Tell daddy what you want again" he says, placing a tight grip on her hips.

"I-I .. I want daddy to fuck Me!"

And that he did as he had moved with a quickness, his balls slapping against her skin, his mouth widening at the pleasure he was giving , as they fucked each other in pure bliss.

"You love this dick huh?" He says cupping her ass checks, to go down harder on his member.

"Yes! I Love it !"

"Then you gone cum for me right?" He whispered against her ear.

"Uht, yes-"

"What you say, I can't hear you baby" he said pounding into her much faster.

"Y-Y-Yesssss! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She moaned, feeling her walls closing in.

"Fu-"

That's when their was a twist on the door knob, and with Olivia and Roman not paying to much attention, they hadn't even noticed that the door had opened.

"Ay, Uce-" jey said stopping dead in his tracks, as his voice echoed throughout the room , causing Olivia to jump up within a matter of seconds, gathering her clothes to cover her, running into the bathroom.

" shit, shit ! My fault uce !" He said quickly going back outside the lockeroom, in absolute embarrassment, knowing that he had just walked in on his cousin and his wife 'doing it'.

Once Jey had gotten out of there sight, Olivia peaked her head in from the bathroom.

"Relax baby he's gone, you can come out of hiding now" Roman said dropping his hand down over his face.

She came out of the bathroom , looking straight at Roman like he was crazy.

"What?" He asked looking over to her, adjusting his joggers.

"Why didn't you lock the door !?!" She shrilled at him.

"Why didn't I lock the door ?? What do you mean , you came in last following behind me, why is it me, that was supposed to lock the door!?!"

She rolled her eyes at the thought of their carelessness for fucking in their locker room, and not only that it was the bloodlines lockeroom.

"Whatever" she shot back at him, going back in the bathroom.

" Are we finishing this back at the hotel though ?!" He asked.

"No! Since you thought it was you that wasn't supposed to lock the door!" She shouted from the bathroom.

"What - Olivia I did not say that !"

"Didn't have too !" She hissed.

"But you came in last" Roman said still trying to defend himself.

"Whatever Roman!" She says in annoyance at the topic.

He didn't bother to say anything else, because he personally saw no point if she was going to shut him down everytime. But he still needed the reassurance.

" wait so you really not gone give me no more at the ho-"

"NO."

"Damn" he muttered to himself , wishing that he could've went back and locked that door.

Y’all this is my first fic on here I hope yall enjoy it , and this is also posted on my wattpad , Celeste798 in case yall wanna check it out ! But anyways here yall go ! And y’all’s comments and votes would be very much appreciated 🌞❤️..

#jey uso #wwe superstars #the usos #jey uso smut #jimmy uso #roman reigns

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pompadourpink · 1 year

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Les autres pronoms

Possessive pronouns (mine, ours)

Masc. sg.: le mien, le tien, le sien, le nôtre, le vôtre, le leur

Fem. sg.: la mienne, la tienne, la sienne, la nôtre, la vôtre, la leur

Masc. pl.: les miens, les tiens, les siens, les nôtres, les vôtres, les leurs

Fem. pl.: les miennes, les tiennes, les siennes, les nôtres, les vôtres, les leurs

Ex: tu pensais que tu avais pris tes lunettes mais c'étaient les miennes - you thought you had taken your glasses but they were mine

Demonstrative pronouns

They replace demonstrative determiners followed by a noun

They can be one of three types: prepositional (c'est celle de Laure - it's Laure's), relative (les robes en soie sont celles que je préfère - silk dresses are the ones I prefer), or nominal (j'ajoute à cette lettre celle de mon fils - I add to this letter the one of my son).

Singular - celui (m), celle (f): celle en bleu - the blue one

Plural - ceux (m), celles (f): ceux-là sont mieux - those are better

Neutral - ceci - this (rare), cela - that, ça - this (short for cela): ça ira - that will be fine, c’/ce*: c’est un chien - this is a dog, ce sont des chats - those are cats

N.B. Adverbial particles -ci (short for ici) and -là are added to indicate the distance. Celui-ci means this one (close), celles-là those ones (far away).

*Do not mix up the masculine singular demonstrative determiner ce that is followed by a singular masculine noun (ce chat est blanc - this cat is white) and the demonstrative pronoun ce that is followed by est/sont (is/are) or a relative pronoun (c'est ce qu'il m'a dit - that is what he told me; ce sont les chaussures qu'il a choisies - those are the shoes he chose)

N.B. C'est is used with a noun: c'est un gentil garçon - he's a nice boy, an adverb: c'est si joli - it's so pretty, or a masculine singular adjective when talking about a situation or activity: c'est facile - it's easy. Il/Elle est is used with adjectives when talking about living beings or things: elle est grande - she's tall, in expressions: il était une fois - there one was, before a past participle: elle est partie - she's gone.

Relative pronouns

Relative pronouns represent the nouns placed in front of them

Que/qui

subject (qui), when talking about living beings or things and describing them, placed before a verb: la fille qui porte un pull rouge aime la glace - the girl that is wearing a red jumper likes ice cream

indirect object (qui), when talking about people, after a preposition, placed before either a determiner and a noun or a pronoun (la fille à qui tu as parlé aime la glace - the girl you talked to likes ice cream)

direct object (que), when talking about living beings or things, placed before either a determiner and a noun or a pronoun (la fille que tu aimes aime la glace - the girl you love likes ice cream)

Quoi

object, when talking about things, often vague (something, nothing): c’est ce à quoi j’ai pensé toute la journée - that is what I thought about all day long

Dont

possessive phrase (complément de nom): je bois dans une tasse dont la anse est cassée - I’m drinking from a mug that has a broken handle

indirect object, equivalent of "of which": le livre dont je t’ai parlé est sorti - the book I told you about is out

adjective object: les filles sont allées à un concert de Rihanna, dont elles sont fan: the girls have gone to a Rihana’s concert, whom they are fans of

Où

adverbial phrase of place: la chambre où je dors est la plus grande de la maison - the room I sleep in is the biggest in the house

adverbial place of time: septembre est le mois où je suis née - September is the month in which I was born

Compound relative pronouns

Auquel, duquel, lequel (marriage of prepositions à, de, le and of simple relative pronouns)

subject - rare, literary: j’ai appelé ma mère, laquelle m’a informée de ton accident - I called my mum who told me about your accident)

object, about things or animals: les chaises sous lesquelles je suis cachée sont en bois - the chairs under which I am hidden are made of wood; c’est l’endroit duquel il est parti - this is the place from which he left; les hommes auxquels elle parle sont allemands - the men she is talking to are German

Neutral relative pronouns

They are built by adding ce, which can be roughly translated as "the thing", to dont, que, qui and used when the antecedent isn't mentioned or when it's a clause often after a comma.

Ce qui is the subject of the verb that follow: je ne sais pas ce qui est tombé - I don’t know what fell down (word by word I don't know the thing that has fallen), j’ai eu un accident, ce qui explique pourquoi je suis en retard - I got in an accident, which explains why I’m late

Ce que or ce qu' is used as a direct object and is generally followed by a subject and a verb: ce que je te demande, c’est d’être à l’heure - what I’m asking you is to be on time (word by word the thing that I ask of you it is to be on time), c’est ce que je voulais dire - that’s what I meant

Ce dont is used as the preposition de’s object: ce dont j’ai peur, c’est qu’il revienne - what I'm afraid of is that he will come back (word by word the thing of which I'm afraid, it is that he comes back), c’est précisément ce dont je veux te parler - that is precisely what I want to talk to you about

N.B. To stress a point, we can use ce qui/que/dont + c’est/ce sont: ce qui me plaît le plus, c’est ta robe - what I most like is your dress.

Movie: Pierrot le fou - Jean-Paul Godard, 1965

#pronoms #basique #grammaire

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redhairedwolfwitch · 1 year

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No Place Like Home (2/3) Alexia Putellas x Reader

Searching For A Home - Part 1

Summary: When leaving Barcelona, you say it was to grow as a player and get more playing time, but your real reason is to get over your crush. But the constant moving around and not staying with one club or league for over 2 years has led to speculation you have commitment issues. Turns out that the truth is very different to what has been assumed, especially now you have returned.

A/n: translations at the bottom, may be incorrect but it's google translate and deepl for you... also I am STUCK on part 3, any and all advice or ideas, big or small are welcome.

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There was something about the Barcelona sun that made you unable to sleep. Instead you stood on the empty balcony attached to your flat, taking in the rays with a pair of sunglasses you’d haphazardly bought at the airport after realising you didn’t have any when leaving Bristol.

Your flat was lacking in anything but a few necessities, Irene would probably kick your ass in training if she found out you hadn’t bought a bed frame again, but you had ordered a couch this time, even if the delivery wasn’t for 5-12 working days. Your mattress laid on the floor of your bedroom, suitcases that held most of your clothes in there as well, the rest in the washing machine, which you refused to admit had been your first furniture purchase once you arrived in Spain, that and the mattress? Yeah…

Heading into preseason training early, you lingered close to Irene throughout the session, hearing the whispers and feeling the eyes on you the entire time but you kept quiet, choosing not to listen and instead focus on the intensity of Barcelona’s training style, even in preseason.

You knew what they were saying though, even as you stood by Irene for the water break, seeing your teammates side-eyeing you, whispering in wonder about how long you would be at Barcelona, about to make bets on it but you rolled your eyes. You’d signed a three year contract, but the media loved to speculate how long you’d stay, never letting you forget about Chicago.

“Je pense qu'ils m'ont googlé,” rolling your eyes, you turned to Irene, who spared you a glance at your French. It still wasn’t great and took you a minute to form complete sentences, but she knew what you were trying to say. Your teammates had clearly googled you.

“Cela semble si.” Irene agreed, it seemed that your teammates had done a google search, whispering things you knew the media had come up with over the years.

Alexia walking over quietened the group though, checking in on you and Irene, her national teammate, on how you were both feeling.

“¿Cómo estás?”

You gave the Barcelona captain a rare bright smile that left Irene raising an eyebrow, glancing between Alexia and you as she recalled what you had told her back at PSG. You’d left Barcelona six years ago because you were in love with your teammate, and she’d figured it out. It was Alexia.

Even in the dressing room after practice, you could hear them talking about you, one question sticking out above the rest, what was wrong with Chicago? With someone joking that you couldn’t handle the cold.

“Puedo soportar un invierno en Chicago. Todos ustedes me lo recuerdan ahora mismo. Chicago no era mi hogar, así que me fui. No hay nada más que hablar.” You spoke up, glaring slightly as you compared your gossiping teammates and their treatment of you so far to a Chicago winter, before stating Chicago wasn’t your home and there was nothing else to say on the matter.

Jenni’s eyes softened as you admitted Chicago wasn’t home, about to step in when another question was fired at you, asking if Barcelona was home.

Glancing towards Alexia, then Irene for a second, you let out a breath.

“No hay hogar para mí como Barcelona,” before you went back to your stuff, only glancing up when Irene walked over, asking if you’d bought any furniture yet, rolling her eyes when you gave her a sheepish look.

“I bought a couch! It’s just… taking a while to be delivered.”

Irene raised an eyebrow as she waited for the other shoe to drop, or in this case, whether you had a bed frame yet.

“I don’t know where to get one…” you admitted, knowing that Irene and her partner had been the ones to help you order your bed frame in Paris, having not bothered with one in Bristol.

“Alexia!” Irene called over to the captain, quietly asking if she would take you furniture shopping, or at least help you pick a bed frame out to order, leaving Alexia to frown, did you not have a bed?

“I bought a mattress,” folding your arms as you tried to defend yourself.Jenni had followed Alexia over, the forward having developed a soft spot for you after hearing what you said about Chicago not being home, reminding her about her year at PSG.

“What if you have someone over?” Irene deadpanned, frowning at the grin developing on Jenni’s face.

“I bought a couch this time…”

“You prefer a couch to a bed?” Jenni began, grinning as you frowned at her question.

“People didn’t really come over, so I didn’t need a big couch-”

“Oh! You went to their place instead?” Jenni ignored the glares on Irene and Alexia’s faces in favour of seeing how far she could take the teasing.

“I didn’t really have a social life?” you frowned, still not getting it as Jenni hummed thoughtfully.

“So, solo time only?”

“Hope Solo, the goalie? What does the goalkeeper have to do with this? Wait, why are you grinning so much, and why are you two glaring- oh… I’m not having this conversation, I’m going home, I need to water my plant anyway…”

“Haven't had time to kill it yet?” Irene raised a knowing eyebrow, remembering what happened to the plant you’d been given whilst in Paris.

“Rude! That was one plant!” you retorted, shoving your gear hurriedly into your bag to leave.

“Water the plant with what? A cold shower?” Jenni called after you, laughing as you stuck your middle finger up at her, heading towards the door.

“You disgust me!”

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Laying on your mattress, your phone was charging next to you as the ceiling was your entertainment for the night, watching the sunset’s rays dance across it, before you needed to get up and cover the window with the blanket again.

Another thing you needed. Blinds.

Your phone lit up with a message, catching your eye as you reached for it. Alexia had texted asking when she could take you furniture shopping. Rolling your eyes, knowing Irene had probably given her a list of things to get, you texted back when you were next free.

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Hurrying around your flat, you tried to clean up whatever looked messy, clothes still in your suitcases that had been shoved to the side, blanket covering your mattress instead of blocking out the window, cardboard boxes in the recycling from the kitchenware that you’d gone out and bought, after the washing machine and mattress.

Your bathroom was always clean. There was a football wedged in the gap where the fireplace should be, and there was one photo you had printed that was battered from all the travel it had done over six years, propped up on the small mantelpiece ledge.

Your fresh laundry was folded and tucked into one of your suitcases, kit and football gear also in your room as you glanced around looking for anything else that was messy. The living room was extremely empty, since the couch you ordered was apparently arriving tomorrow, having tracked it on your phone.

Alexia would be here soon and she would see the disaster that moving around so many times had turned you into. Interior design and owning more than just the necessities in furniture was something you hadn’t bothered with after a while.

She texted she was on her way up as you did one final check of the bathroom, glancing over to make sure all your toiletries were together and your shampoo wasn’t about to fall over from where it sat on the floor of your shower. (No doubt Irene would add shower storage onto the list…)

Swinging the door open before Alexia could knock, you grimaced at how the door opening echoed around the barely furnished flat. Your eyes were glued to your feet as Alexia glanced past you, frowning at how insecure you looked but you let her in anyway.

“¿No tienes nada?” Alexia whispered to herself, walking into the nearly empty living room, spotting the football in the fireplace gap, and the empty balcony through the glass door.

Her gaze softened as she spotted the photo propped up on the ledge of the mantelpiece, the memory flashing into her mind of that day, six years ago. You both looked so young, but it had been six years, Alexia smiling at the camera, but you were looking at her with a massive grin on your face. A grin that had been missing for six years, the media and fans had pointed out.

The photo was battered, but the fact that you had held onto it for so long left an ache in Alexia’s heart that she ignored by heading into your kitchen, opening the cupboards to let out a sigh of relief that you at least had plates, cutlery and kitchen utensils.

“I may be a disaster at furnishing, but I can cook!” you deadpanned, leaning against the wall as Alexia raised her eyebrows in amusement at your grumpiness, walking past you to head towards your bedroom and bathroom.

“¿dónde están tus cortinas?” Alexia called out, waiting for you to follow her voice as you realised what she had found. Your lack of curtains.

Your eyes lingered on the blanket on your mattress as she followed your gaze, realising you've been using the blanket to cover the window.

“¿La manta? ¿En serio?”

You hummed, watching as Alexia either made notes on her phone or was texting Irene telling that it was worse than she’d thought.

“I ordered more bedding… and the couch is coming tomorrow, or later today, I’ve been tracking it.” You looked almost proud to admit that, showing Alexia a photo of the couch on your phone, eliciting a smile from the midfielder. You at least had good taste in couches, she could admit. Everything else? You were a disaster.

///

Irene had explicitly stated that you needed a bed frame, so you were walking around the bed store with Alexia first, she kept nudging you to look around but you weren’t entirely sure, ending up laying on a bed to test it, with Alexia laying next to you.

“Can we just go with this one?” you rolled onto your side to look at Alexia properly, taking in her side profile with your lip between your teeth, which turned into a nervous grin as Alexia met your gaze.

“Are you bored?”

“Not of you!” you cheekily grinned as Alexia let out a huff, whacking you gently on the arm, “just bored of bed frames!”

///

“No clothes rack.” Alexia warned you, smirking as you raised your hands in surrender, looking around the place for something else to store your clothes in if a clothes rack was not allowed.

“Why are there so many wood tones?” you whispered back, staring at a wardrobe in thought, Alexia’s chin resting on your shoulder as she walked over to you.

“You like that one?”

You hummed, unsure of the wood tones but Alexia just smirked, heading over to talk to one of the staff as you followed her like a lost puppy, ordering the wardrobe and two bedside tables, even as you grimaced at her for getting two, she didn’t change the order.

“You are paying me, for being your…”

“Interior designer for the day? Hilarious, do you want money or assists at practice?” You proposed, raising an eyebrow at Alexia’s joke.

///

“What are you looking for?” Alexia enquired, having turned around one minute from looking at mirrors for bedrooms with you, to her losing you to another section of the store.

“Journals… nobody really understood why I kept moving clubs, Irene knows my reasons but… writing everything down in journals was easier. The media kept slandering me and I couldn’t do anything. My teammates thought I had no loyalty to their clubs, but I just wanted to find a home. I didn’t belong anywhere, not like I did in Barcelona.” you explained quietly, carefully picking a journal to buy, your gaze locked onto them instead of the sad look on Alexia’s face.

“What else is on the list from Irene?” you enquired, changing the topic quickly.

“TV, and bookshelf.”

“I don’t watch TV, I have my laptop, and a bookshelf means I have to buy books.” You attempted to cross those two things off the list, but Alexia smirked slightly.

“Maybe I should write a book then.”

///

You ended up with a TV in your living room, and shocked Alexia when she came over next and you had one singular floating bookshelf above your mantelpiece, for her future book, you claimed. She pretended like she didn’t see how you had plugged your laptop into the TV using a cable, instead focussing on the fact that you now had blinds up, eventually joining you on your balcony to watch the sunset that evening.

Jenni ended up helping you get the couch up into your living room, as an apology for all the teasing apparently, and Irene and Alexia had given her several glares since that training session.

Alexia only told Irene after about the disaster you had been, not expecting what Irene said next.

“Your disaster.”

She wanted to deny it but her face flushed and eyes widened in panic, Irene shaking her head before continuing to drink her drink.

///

It took a couple of months for your feelings to rear their head again, pushing them down and distracting yourself but Irene was busy with baby Mateo, and you could only stand Jenni’s teasing for so long.

Alexia winning the Ballon D’or (for the first time, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last) left you sobbing with joy as you watched on TV, feeling more than just pride for your friend as your heart ached, wishing in that moment that you could hug her.

The hype of her winning didn’t die down easily at Barcelona, Alexia having to present her award and everything, but you waited your time, figuring out what you wanted to say as you sat in the empty dressing room late after training one day. Alexia had been out practising her free kicks, and you were waiting for her, chewing your lip.

“Bite any harder and it will bleed.”

You jumped slightly at Alexia’s voice, your captain having returned to the dressing room fully dressed after a shower. Apparently you’d spent longer in your thoughts than you realised.

“You know I’m proud of you, right?”

Alexia paused from where she stood packing her things away, caught off guard as her hand hovered in mid-air, holding her deodorant.

“I’m really proud of you, not just for the Ballon D’or…I’ve known for a long time that you’re an amazing player, Alexia, and I’m really glad we play on the same team again. Barcelona wouldn’t be home for me, without you here.” You confessed, chewing your lip before standing up, and picking up your stuff to head home for the day.

“I am happy you are back, I missed you.” Alexia admitted, watching from the corner of her eye as you paused in the dressing room doorway to listen, turning back to smile at her.

“I missed you too, more than you know.”

///

Alexia didn’t expect to awaken to a text from you at 3am asking if she knew where you could get photos printed. The only place you knew of was one that had closed down two years ago, meaning now you were sitting in the passenger seat of Alexia’s car, going through over six years worth of photos on your phone that you wanted to print.

“You know, we haven’t taken a selfie together for six years.”

Alexia turned her head to acknowledge you with an amused smile, cheeks flushing as you showed her a selfie from six years ago that the two of you had taken, her eyes widening as she recognised it. That one battered photo you had up in your nearly empty flat. She was grinning at the camera, but you were grinning at her.

“Fine.” Alexia’s tone was playful as she gave her answer, smiling at the camera as you held it up, leaning into her shoulder over the gearbox to be in frame. Luckily you had photo bursts on, enabling you to capture the surprise on Alexia’s face when you impulsively kissed her cheek.

“I think that’s my favourite.” You smirked, pushing down the bubbling anxiety as your lips tingle, licking them without thinking, full focus on your phone and the selfies just taken. Alexia’s eyes widened as you licked your lips, watching you pull your bottom lip between your teeth in thought as you swiped through your phone, her face burning with heat at what you had done, but her cheek tingling from where you had kissed it.

The tingles remained tingles however, both of you remaining quiet, so those tingling feelings were left unsaid.

/// A/n: i can't figure out how to get either these two to confess their feelings...

translations:

Je pense qu'ils m'ont googlé - i think they googled me

Cela semble si - it seems so

¿Cómo estás? - how are you?

Puedo soportar un invierno en Chicago. Todos ustedes me lo recuerdan ahora mismo. Chicago no era mi hogar, así que me fui. No hay nada más que hablar. - I can handle a Chicago winter. You all remind me of that right now. Chicago wasn't my home, so I left. There's nothing more to talk about.

No hay hogar para mí como Barcelona - there is no home for me like Barcelona

¿No tienes nada? - you have nothing?

¿dónde están tus cortinas? - where are your curtains?

¿La manta? ¿En serio? - the blanket? really?

#woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #alexia putellas x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #alexia putellas imagine #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines

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My not so normal little sister

Chapter 4 - Friends until the end

New York 5 years ago

"Don't worry mama, everything is fine here. My meeting with Edna will be in the afternoon and now I'm going to central park…." She frowned briefly when she heard her mother's answer on the other end of the line, then replied "okay, don't worry… we'll talk when I get back from the meeting. I love you too… au revoir "

Marinette left the building as soon as she finished talking to Sabine on the phone. She had been in New York for a week and it was the first time she would venture out into the streets of the big city alone. She was lucky to got an exchange program for her senior year of high school and the teenager was excited about the internship she got with Edna Mode. So excited that she barely noticed the person who came running as soon as she left the building, causing both of them to bump into each other, spilling all the coffee she was holding all over them.

“Merde, comme je suis inattentif ! Êtes-vous bien? mille pardons pour cela..." She stopped to observe the boy who was looking at him strangely, not understanding what she had said.

“Sorry, I didn’t understand what you said…”

Marinette was immediately embarrassed by the guy, realizing she hadn't spoken English “sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and I spilled all the coffee on you. Everything is fine? Did you get hurt?"

Peter looked at the young woman in front of him. He was surprised that he hadn't sensed her presence before impact, something his senses prevented from happening. He stared at her as if she'd grown another head. Realizing that he was staring at her, he glanced at the clock widening his eyes and realizing that he was late for the internship interview he had scheduled.

"I'm late and I won't be able to go home and change for the interview" Peter said running a hand through his hair. “I'm fine miss, don't worry, events like that happen. Are you well? Did you get hurt in any way?”

“I'm fine, thanks, but I can't let you go out like this, even more so with an interview to do” she spoke looking at the boy's clothes, pressing his lips together and taking a deep breath. It was her fault and she needed to fix the problem she caused.

"Ahn, I'll be going then, I'm already very short of time..." Peter started to speak but was cut off by Marinette.

“I know we don't know each other but I can't let you leave like that for your interview either… My name is Marinette Dupain - Cheng and I live here” she said pointing to the building behind him and extending his hand to shake “Let me at least fix what I did? I can’t be responsible for you missing an opportunity…”

"My name is Peter Parker, you aren’t from around here, are you?" He commented briefly, squeezing her hand and not giving her time to respond, “I can't accept this miss…”

"Don't be silly, I won't allow you to go to an internship interview like that.. " She took his hand and pulled him towards the building… "I'll help you, it's only fair after I ruined your outfit"

................................................

'Time passes and one thing remains constant: Marinette Dupain - Cheng can't be on time even if her life depends on it' the young woman thought, running towards the stairs and, as always in her life, obviously she was late on her first class day. Lucky for her (so much for being the lucky miraculous holder) she had already picked up her schedule the previous afternoon. The biggest problem at the moment would be getting to class on time “argh” she mumbled looking inside the school not knowing where to go, until she felt someone bump into her shoulder.

“Could you… Peter! I didn't know you studied here. Good to see you! How was the interview? Did you get the internship?” Marinette spoke as soon as she saw the young man at the entrance of the school where she was going to finish her senior year. She was relieved to find someone who could perhaps give her some direction on where to go...

“Marinette? Wow... what are you doing here? Is this where you got your exchange?” he said adjusting the backpack on his back that had almost fallen

"Yes! How lucky to find you here… think you can help me? I'm kind of lost here, it's my first day” she said excitedly.

“Of course, I'll take you to your class, it's the least I can do for the help you've given me. By the way, I passed the interview and got the internship" He commented, taking the schedule from her hands and walking beside her… “We have a few classes together, including this first one. Come on, I'll show you around here later..."

"Congratulations on the internship! And thanks for the tour. It's good to know I can count on you!" She said smiling with a mix of nervousness and hope, following him closely, almost a step away.

"Whenever you need it..." replied the boy, looking at her as he held the door for her to go through first.

Present day - Paris 9:30am

Marinette had just entered the room. She started to remove her earrings, seeing Tikki Sass and Long talking in the corner of the room. She stopped next to Luka and Kagami, taking a deep breath as if she was trying to gather her courage.

“You know what you need to do, if something happens…” she spoke in an agitated way being cut off by Luka who placed a hand on her shoulder

“It's going to be okay, you need to calm down. Are we going to take care of everything, or do you not trust us?” he smiled slightly watching the youngest make a line with her lips.

“Thank you, I know I can count on you…” she hugged him and then her friend who was beside her, smiling slightly. She was going to make a comment, however she saw the Kwamis hide and the door opened right after. She didn't have long to register what was happening, when she was nearly thrown back by the force of the hug she received. She only really understood when she heard the boy call her name.

“Mars! Did you really think you were going to get rid of me…” Peter spoke as he hugged her tightly;

“I couldn't even if I wanted to… and this time I really tried” he replied a little muffled, feeling tears gather in his eyes. She stopped to look at her friend closely, smiling slightly at him. "I missed you…"

“Me too, you stubborn. You should have given me the details of the surgery, I could have been here sooner. And it doesn't even come with that one that ‘I didn't want to disturb.’ We are in this together!” He said not letting her say anything, he pulled away a little giving her a light kiss on the forehead. “Your parents are outside talking to the doctors…”

“I figured you came with them… Let me officially introduce you.” she said pulling away and turning to Luka and Kagami “I know I already introduced you online, but this is the first time you've seen each other in person. Kagami, Luka, this is Peter Parker, a good friend from New York. We worked together a few times on some projects and the whole tech part is usually he who saves me.” she smiled, watching her friends get to know each other better.

“We'll let you talk a little bit before your parents and the medical team come in. Everything will be fine Mari, remember that luck is always on your side!” Luka commented as he hugged her.

“We'll be here when you get back.” Kagami completed, hugging her next.

"I know." She responded, reassuring the two that she was aware of everything they both felt and wanted to go through. She waited for the two to leave and turned her attention to Peter.

“I need you to have my cell phone. He texted me at dawn saying he would try to be in Paris tomorrow…” she spoke nervously “what if he doesn't like me or thinks I want something from him? Did I do the right thing?”

“Mars, relax and take it slow… what are you talking about?” Peter smiled looking at her curiously.

“Timothy Drake. He's one of my clients” she ran a hand through her hair nervously “I told him about our mothers and he said he'd look into it. He believed in me Peter” she sighed and paused." We talked via email and I gave him my number.” She said handing over the cell phone with the exchange of messages between the two "he wants to do a DNA test and I don't know what to do with all this right now"

“Calm down, everything will be fine. I'll keep it and if by chance he decides to show up, I'll take care of everything. Did you tell Aunt Sabine?” He spoke as he read through the emails.

“No…I also told him that my parents don't know yet. What if this all goes wrong Peter?”

"It won’t. Let's solve one thing at a time. You can't be nervous now, let me take care of it and you calm down, ok? I'm here with you until the end” he smiled lightly hugging her.

“Thank you, you don't know how much this already helps me…”

“I see that you are very well accompanied, miss” the two walked away looking at the doctor who was entering the room with her parents “however, I think we should start the preoperative procedures, so as not to delay.”

Marinette took a deep breath going to her parents and hugging them tightly, then returning her attention to the doctor in a determined way "Let's get this over with!"

………….

It didn't take long for all the preoperative procedures to be completed, including the shaving of part of her hair, in the region where the procedure would be performed. She took a deep breath, trying to put her anxiety and nervousness aside, saying goodbye to her parents before heading to the operating room. Her last thought before the anesthesia took effect was that this would not be the first and not the last time that her life would be in the hands of fate.

#damian x marinette #dc x mlb #maribat #maridami #damianette #damienette #damimari #mlb x dc #marinette x damian #daminette

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