#north italy x reader
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warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland), america (alfred f. jones), france (francis bonnefoy), n.italy (feliciano vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated
arthur kirkland
while arthur can be an awfully impatient man, he’s quick to slow as he lowers himself to be eye-level with your cunt. he’s the type to nearly drool as he spreads your legs, watching your cunt spread, just for him. he’ll look up to meet your gaze before gently blowing on your clit, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you shudder.
arthur loves to go down on you. despite being all ‘prim and proper,’ he loves a mess; and so, he loves to make you a mess, too. if you let him, there are nights where he’ll give you multiple orgasms through oral alone, ignoring the ache in his cock as you moan out and clamp your thighs around his head. he’ll suck on your clit, his tongue rubbing against it before wondering lower, prodding at your hole; he’ll tongue fuck you, licking against your walls until his tongue hurts. arthur will force your legs apart, wrapping his hands around your thighs as your cunt drools; don’t worry! he’ll clean up after. really, he doesn’t mind at all.
actually, if he’s given permission to be a bit more mean towards you, he’ll tease you for making a mess — he loves to bully you a bit. he’ll even nip or slap your clit if you talk back to him! when you squeak or whine at the pain, he’ll remind you that as long as you behave, he’ll help you cum. he likes feeling completely responsible for your pleasure, and if you let him, he’ll restrain you to further your dependence on him in the moment.
alfred f. jones
while it’s not something that crosses his mind too often, when he has you laid out beneath him, spreading your legs to let him see your pretty pussy, he nearly gets light headed as the blood rushes to his cock at how soaked you are. he says something about how he’s gonna eat you up as he lowers his face, tongue quickly darting out to lick up between your folds.
alfred is the kind of guy who has little technique, but his passion makes up for it completely. he’ll sloppily eat you out, making disgusting slurp sounds the more wet you become; he doesn’t really get why you get so embarrassed sometimes! he loves to hear you call out his name, your hand grabbing at his hair to pull him closer to your cunt. he’ll grin against you, determined to rock your world.
really, really, really likes when you sit on his face. what do you mean you’ll crush him? please, he’s way stronger than he looks, trust him! he’ll grip your hips and force you to lower yourself on his face, humming as you make such pretty noises. this is his favourite way to eat you out; the angle is perfect, and you have no way to push his head away and interrupt him. as long as you let him, he’ll totally get his full from this.
francis bonnefoy
believes that pleasure is a form of art, through and through; he has an intimidating amount of experience, and is quick to discover what you like. whatever your preferences are, francis is more than capable of providing them. he’ll pay close attention to what makes your head spin; experimenting with how to toy with your clit (do you like when he sucks on it softly, or when he practically tries to milk it? do you prefer circular or side-side motions? do you like a slow build up with sudden fast movements?). whatever you like, he’s bound to figure it out, and when he does, he’ll be almost relentless.
he does like to kitten lick, though. truth be told, he does like to tease you, just a bit; he simply wants to hear just how much you want more. he’ll comply the moment you ask, don’t worry! after all, he must reward you for speaking up!
after spending time between your legs, he finds that the smell of you lingers in his scruff. it’s faint, but, he soaks it in — a reminder of your night together. it arouses him so, but he’s patient to wait until next time. he’ll tell you about how much he craves you, how good you taste, how your smell teases him the following day; it’d be cruel to not let him have another taste, no?
feliciano vargas
feliciano prefers receiving, however, don’t let that fool you; he knows his way around your cunt like the back of his hand. he thinks it’s only natural to! he loves you, and loves to make you feel good. he’ll stay between your legs as long as you want him to, more than happy to be of use to you.
this is 100% about you; all he wants is for you to enjoy yourself and get off. the moment you ask, he’s already nudging you towards a place when you can sit down while he falls to his knees, spreading your legs. he’ll sensually lick your clit, swirling his tongue around your bud before wrapping his plump lips around it. he’ll gather spit in his mouth and let it drool down your cunt as he plays with your clit, your sounds of pleasure being music to his ears. he’ll do anything you tell him to do — but, it should be noted that you don’t necessarily have to. he knows what he’s doing; leave it to him, and he’ll bring you up to cloud nine with ease.
feliciano loves when you yank him off your cunt with your hand gripping his hair; he’ll look up at you with his lower face positively drenched, a small grin and lazy eyes meeting yours. “no more, tesoro?” he’ll ask softly, and when you calm down and steady your breath, sheepishly dragging him back to your cunt slowly, he’ll happily reach out, his neck extending to get closer faster, his tongue already darting out to get to your cunt.
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Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.
☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!
starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.
author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.
feliciano vargas!
— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.
— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.
— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying.
— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future.
— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes.
ludwig beilschmidt!
— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power.
— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.
— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on.
— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.
— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you.
kiku honda!
— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.
— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that.
— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more.
— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company.
— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you.
alfred f. jones!
— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.
— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another.
— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness.
— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time.
— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all.
yao wang!
— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.
— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.
— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.
— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular.
— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.
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Capítulo 3
Antes de proceder, quería avisaros sobre que intento ir avisando por Instagram (TigreTulipa) y Bluesky (tigretulipa.bsky.social) de cualquier novedad o actualización sobre la historia. Antes tenía Twitter, pero como el señor ese se lo está cargando ya no sé dónde ir, así que me fui a la red social que conozco mejor después de esa TT-TT.
Siento la tardanza, pensaba publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 antes de Navidad, pero no me dio tiempo porque los reescribí para cambiar algunas partes que no me terminaban de convencer. También he logrado sacarme el carnet de conducir tras mucho tiempo :’)
Tenía la intención de publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 a la vez, pero he considerado que era mejor publicar por ahora el 3 y darme tiempo para arreglar el 4.
La mirada de _____ se encontraba perdida entre la multitud de la zona de embarque del aeropuerto mientras se distraía haciendo girar la maleta sobre sí misma. Visto que no tenía ni teléfono ni dinero, eso y ver las personas que iban de un lado a otro era lo más entretenido en aquel momento.
Aburrida, giró la cabeza hacia los ventanales que había a su derecha y se encontró con su reflejo, vestido con ropa que le había prestado Bélgica, sobre el cielo anochecido. Hacía rato que el sol se había llevado con él las tonalidades anaranjadas del atardecer para dar paso a los azulados oscuros y las estrellas de la noche, poco perceptibles por la contaminación lumínica de la ciudad.
Qué raro se le hacía referirse a alguien como país. Y qué raro se le hacía que un país tuviera cuerpo humano… Bueno, en cierta forma era más o menos como si fueran los representantes y presidentes de los territorios. Pero unos que eran prácticamente inmortales…
_____ volvió a mirar hacia la gente apretada en la pequeña tienda donde España había ido «un momento», según él, a comprar, pero desistió y puso la atención en sus pies al no lograr ver al español.
«Que sepas que a partir de ahora somos primos» le había dicho Antonio durante el trayecto hacia el aeropuerto. Según él, esa había sido la forma más rápida y fácil de darle unos apellidos nuevos y poder actuar como familiar si se daba el caso.
Eso le hizo recordar las palabras de Alemania.
_____ suspiró y apretó con un poco de fuerza su brazo derecho varias veces. Estaba nerviosa y, aunque Feliciano le había dicho que no la estaba regañando, se sentía culpable por estar allí y recibir su ayuda con la repercusión que-
—¡Ya estoy de vuelta! —anunció feliz España, con ambas manos ocupadas y una amplia sonrisa pegada a la cara—. Ay… —se quejó al sentarse—, uno no puede hacerse viejo —carcajeó, dirigiendo su vista hacia _____. Su rostro adquirió una expresión más seria, pero no dejó de sonreírle.
Casi podía ver cómo los engranajes de la mente de la joven giraban a mil por hora. Convivir con humanos durante tantos años le había permitido leerlos como si fueran un libro abierto.
La pobre chica le sonreía forzadamente, su mirada llena de confusión. Mañana hablaría con ella. Por entonces, con un movimiento rápido, la rodeó por la espalda con el brazo y la acercó a él a modo de abrazo.
—Sea lo que sea, no le des más vueltas al tarro, por el momento —le aconsejó—. Hoy, al llegar, directos a dormir. Mañana ya nos preocuparemos de lo que ronda por esta cabecita tuya —dijo usando el dedo índice para darle toquecitos suaves en la frente.
_____ tomó aire y lo soltó lentamente. Entendía lo que le sugería, pero no podía frenar la cadena de pensamientos. Era frustrante querer hacer algo pero no lograrlo.
Antonio parecía haberlo entendido y le volvió a sonreír, apenado.
—Te prometo que encontraremos la manera de llevarte de vuelta a casa, a tu mundo —le aseguró apretándole ligeramente el hombro con la mano.
La honestidad que había en las palabras de aquel hombre humedeció los ojos de la joven, pero se esforzó en retener las lágrimas para liberarlas en la intimidad y tranquilidad de su nuevo refugio en España. Ya solo le faltaba llorar delante de todos los que había por allí presentes.
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Afortunadamente, el vuelo fue tranquilo y apenas hubo turbulencias. Antonio se había pasado casi todo el viaje hablando, las pocas veces que permanecía callado era porque estaba ocupado bebiendo o comiendo. En otro momento le habría resultado abrumador lo que podía llegar a hablar, pero en ese momento _____ se sentía agradecida por no haber tenido oportunidad de retomar lo que su mente había dejado a medias. En algún momento se llegó a plantear si el español lo estaba haciendo adrede.
Tras bajar del avión, fueron a paso ligero a recoger el equipaje y tomar un taxi para llegar a casa de Antonio. Era entrada la madrugada y el cielo era totalmente oscuro, pero la luminosa ciudad no dormía: coches iban y venían por las calles y carreteas, la gente paseaba por las calles repletas de bares y otros locales llenos de vida y por las ventanas de varios edificios aún se podían ver luces encendidas. Poco a poco, fueron dejando atrás el bullicio del centro hasta llegar a una zona residencial más tranquila, donde el estruendo de las carreteras más cercanas quedaba ahogado por los árboles y bloques de pisos.
El taxista detuvo el vehículo delante de un bloque de apariencia bastante sencilla y _____ se bajó somnolienta del coche. A pesar de haber dormido hasta la tarde, el ajetreo del aeropuerto y el vuelo habían hecho que volviera a sentir sus párpados pesados. Temía quedarse dormida de pie si los cerraba ni que fuera unos segundos. Notaba que su cuerpo se iba relajando mientras contemplaba cómo el taxi se iba encogiendo a medida que se alejaba. Se sentía un poco más cerca de su hogar.
Con pasos pesados, Antonio y ella se dirigieron hacia el portal mientras Antonio rebuscaba en un bolsillo de su abrigo para sacar una gran cantidad de llaves que tintinearon cuando este intentaba dar con la correcta para abrir la puerta del edificio. Tras varios intentos fallidos, logró abrir la puerta chirriante. Era un edificio antiguo y por desgracia para sus pies agotados, no disponía de ascensor, así que tocaba subir por las escaleras de azulejos hidráulicos.
—No te preocupes, solo tenemos que subir tres plantas —le intentó animar Antonio.
La subida fue ardua y al llegar a la puerta del apartamento _____ luchó con todas sus fuerzas para no quedarse dormida en la entrada e intentó prestar atención a lo que Antonio le decía mientras le enseñaba rápidamente el lugar y le explicaba cómo funcionaban las cosas. Aparte de la cocina, tansolo se quedó con la ubicación del baño y del dormitorio de invitados, su habitación temporal. Y qué cómodo era el colchón cuando se dejó caer en él…
Mientras se ponía el pijama que le había prestado Antonio, se dedicó a examinar detenidamente su entorno: la tonalidad clara del parqué contrastaba con la madera oscura del armario y de la cama de matrimonio de estilos más antiguos que, a su vez, desentonaban con el resto de muebles un poco más modernos y minimalistas. Por lo que recordaba haber visto, el resto del piso parecía seguir el mismo patrón de contrastes pero sin llegar a ser visualmente incómodo. Parecía que Antonio había intentado modernizar el interior de su casa, pero no se había atrevido a deshacerse de algunas antigüedades.
Unos golpes suaves en la puerta de la habitación hicieron que rápidamente pusiera su mirada sobre esa.
—¿Se puede? —preguntó el anfitrión.
—¡Sí, adelante!
La puerta se abrió poco a poco y Antonio sacó la cabeza para comprobar que todo estaba bien. Acto seguido la abrió por completo.
—Solo venía a comentarte un par de cosas antes de dejarte dormir. —_____ le asintió para que prosiguiera.
—Mañana-, bueno, hoy —se corrigió al recordar qué hora era—, tengo una reunión a media mañana. No tardaré demasiado, pero si tienes hambre o lo que sea, que no te dé cosa beber, comer o hacer lo que quieras mientras no estoy.
—¿Seguro?
—Sí, seguro —le clarificó Antonio—. A ver, mientras no me quemes la casa o algo por el estilo, puedes hacer lo que quieras —se rio el hombre—. Tú, como si estuvieras en tu casa, ¿vale? Si quieres ver la tele, miras la tele. Si quieres leer, lees… Tengo para pintar, tengo películas, tengo juegos, … Usa lo que quieras sin problema.
—Muchas gracias Antonio, eh… España —. El hombre volvió a reír.
—Antonio está bien, no te preocupes. Casi que lo prefiero —confesó tímidamente—. Me hace sentir más… humano, por así decirlo.
—Pues Antonio entonces —le sonrió _____.
—Gracias. —La sonrisa del hombre parecía aún más sincera que todas las que le había dirigido anteriormente—. Espero que duermas bien. ¡Buenas noches! —le deseó antes de cerrar la puerta por completo.
De hecho, sí durmió bien. Se despertó cerca de ocho horas más tarde, aun con la esperanza de haber amanecido en su cama, en su mundo. Pero la realidad era decepcionante. A veces sentía que estaba dentro de un sueño muy largo y que todo a su alrededor era producto de su mente, como cuando algunas veces había sido consciente de que estaba soñando. Otras, tomaba consciencia de la realidad de su situación y sentía miedo y frustración: miedo porque todo era real y su vida se vería severamente afectada por algo que no había podido controlar y se escapaba de sus manos, y frustrada porque tenía que seguir adelante con su vida, un camino que no había elegido, pero que no le quedaba más remedio que seguir.
Estos sentimientos iban siempre acompañados por un sentimiento de culpa por no apreciar lo que los demás estaban haciendo por ella, por sentir que no apreciaba suficientemente la ayuda que estaba recibiendo. Realmente estaba muy agradecida y sabía lo afortunada que era. Pero no podía evitar sentirse contrariada.
Sintió la caricia suave de las sábanas cuando estiró su cuerpo antes de levantarse a subir con cuidado la persiana para dejar entrar la luz de la mañana. El cielo estaba completamente despejado y se podían apreciar sus bellos azules. _____ abrió la ventada para dejar entrar el aire fresco y ventilar la cama antes de hacerla. Entretanto, eligió su vestuario para el día: algo cómodo para estar en casa, tampoco tenía la intención de salir, y salió hacia el cuarto de baño que había justo al lado para acicalarse y estar presentable.
Al salir del dormitorio, oyó un alegre tarareo amortiguado y el sonido de algo cocinándose en una sartén proveniente de la cocina. El ambiente agradable de esa mañana le sacó una pequeña sonrisa y, soltando un suave suspiro, se puso en marcha. Al entrar al baño, vio que Antonio había tenido la amabilidad de dejarle preparados varios utensilios de higiene personal en una cestita de mimbre con una nota que indicaba que, en efecto, eran para ella.
—¡Buenos días y muchas gracias, Antonio! —le agradeció la muchacha al sacar la cabeza por la puerta de la cocina abierta.
El hombre, que estaba hincando el diente a un crujiente bocadillo de lomo aderezado, casi seguro por el olor que desprendía, con ajo y perejil, asintió con la cabeza mientras se cubría la boca para terminar de masticar y balbucear un «no hay de qué» antes de tragar.
—¡Buenos días! —le deseó antes de beber de la graciosa taza de plástico que tenía a su derecha. El asa morada tenía una extraña forma: eran como varios bultos pegados el uno al otro. El color morado predominaba en todo el objeto, con uno de los lados pintado de amarillo y naranja y un “Ferki” escrito en negro sobre el naranja.
Antonio, sintiéndose muy observado, miró de reojo a _____ e intentó descubrir hacia dónde iba su mirada. ¿Alguna mancha que no había visto? Ay, qué vergüenza si tenía restos del bocadillo en la cara… Pero, afortunadamente para su orgullo, era la taza lo que había captado su atención.
El hombre se rio bobamente y, por unos segundos, la joven recordó a Feliciano y pensó que la risa del italiano era más dulce. Avergonzada por dichos pensamientos, intentó deshacerse de ellos tan rápido como habían surgido. ¿Qué estaba haciendo?
—Me gusta coleccionar estas cosas —le confesó el español volteando ligeramente la taza mientras la observaba también—, antiguallas. Aunque puede que esto no cuente como una… Pero el mundo ha cambiado tanto en tan poco… —se lamentó y volvió a sorber de su bebida.
La fragancia dulce del líquido encandiló la nariz de la joven, quien se aproximó tímidamente a la mesa para ver qué era.
—Es Cola Cao. ¿Quieres? —le preguntó Antonio— Aún queda algo en el bote.
—¿Puedo?
—¡Sí, claro, mujer! —le afirmó él, sorprendido por la pregunta—. Espera —le pidió para poder terminarse la bebida.
Acto seguido, se levantó y se llevó de la mesa el plato y la taza para lavarlos en el fregadero y, tras ponerlos a secar, abrió uno de los armarios del gabinete y sacó dicho bote para darlo a _____.
—Y recuerda —le avisó levantando el dedo índice—: Come y bebe lo que quieras y cuanto quieras, mira la tele si te apetece, pinta si quieres también. Lo que te dije antes de ir a dormir. No quiero volver y encontrarte medio p’allá en el suelo, ¿vale?
—¿Seguro? —volvió a cuestionar la joven, aún sin creerse las palabras del hombre.
—Criatura de mi vida, ¿pero por quién me tomas? —insistió con voz dramática Antonio mientras sujetaba suavemente la cabeza de la muchacha con ambas manos— No tengo la costumbre de hacer que mis invitados pasen hambre y tú no vas a ser la primera —aclaró dándole un golpecito en la punta de la nariz.
Silencio.
—¿Y bien? —cuestionó Antonio alargando excesivamente la “e”. Intuía lo que se venía.
—Es que… Me sabe mal —insistió ansiosa _____.
—Pues que no te sepa —contestó divertido por la situación—. Y antes de que digas nada más, ¿tú qué harías en mi situación? —dijo cruzándose de brazos.
—Ofrecerte comida —contestó apenas audible.
—Pues eso —rio Antonio—. Que no te sepa mal, de verdad —reiteró el español—. Y si ves que falta algo, lo puedes anotar en la libreta que hay justo al lado del microondas, ¿de acuerdo?
_____ asintió con la cabeza.
—¡Perfecto pues! —se giró de repente para agarrar la cartera que colgaba de la silla—. Me voy que llegaré tarde. Si pasa cualquier cosa —añadió antes de salir pitando por la puerta y rebuscó en el bolsillo de su camisa blanca para sacar un papel en el que anotó rápidamente un número largo—, llámame usando el fijo, ¿vale?
—Todo claro, jefe —respondió sonriente y con voz firme. Antonio se rio de nuevo.
—¡Pues hasta luego! —se despidió—. ¡Llegaré antes de comer así que si te apetece podemos comer fuera! ¡Adiós!
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El tictac del reloj de péndulo que colgaba de la pared del salón y la respiración reposada de _____ eran los únicos sonidos perceptibles en esa pacífica mañana. Hacía un buen rato que había terminado de desayunar lo que había ido encontrando en la cocina y ahora estaba tumbada, aburrida en el sofá, contemplando el techo blanco.
Había estado mirando la tele mientras comía y al poco rato la apagó porque no encontraba ningún canal interesante y no tenía ganas de leer por el momento. Su cerebro le exigía entretenimiento, pero se sentía perezosa y nada despertaba realmente sus ganas de hacer algo.
Tal vez si le daba un poco el aire se le aclararía la mente. Uf, qué palo le daba levantarse… Pero, venga, que si no se pasaría todo el día allí tumbada sin hacer absolutamente nada.
Cuando abrió la puerta del balcón, el aire fresco de la calle acarició sus mejillas, aunque ya no se sentía tan frío como el de inicios de primavera. El caluroso verano se iba acercando y _____ no podía evitar dudar si lograría sobrevivir a las elevadas temperaturas de ese año viendo lo mal que lo había pasado el anterior. No era precisamente agradable recordar levantarse a las seis de la mañana empapada de sudor por el calor.
Apartando esos horribles recuerdos de verano, tomó asiento en una silla que había por allí fuera y se dejó caer en ella. Entre los espacios de la baranda observaba cómo se desarrollaba la vida en las calles del barrio: algunos paseaban perros, otros hacían deporte, algún que otro coche pasaba y rompía la tranquilidad de la calle, … La gente seguía con sus vidas, ignorantes de su situación, disfrutando de su lunes…
Con la tontería hacía casi tres días que había empezado todo. ¿Le habría llamado alguien en ese tiempo? ¿Su familia y amigos estarían preocupados por ella? ¿Y sus vecinos? Si tardaba demasiado en regresar, si seguían pasando los días así de rápido y aún estaba atrapada allí, seguramente alguien se preocuparía por ella. ¿Y si tardaba tanto que no llegaba a tiempo para pagar las facturas y el alquiler? ¿Y sus plantas? ¿Y su casa?
Fue entonces que comprendió la gravedad de su situación y todas sus dudas y temores se yuxtaponían en su cabeza.
Si lograba regresar, si lo lograba, ¿qué sería de ella? ¿Cómo justificaría su ausencia? ¿Qué haría con los impagos? ¿Y si no regresaba? ¿Con qué dinero pagaría las cosas y les devolvería los favores que le estaban haciendo? No podía vivir en casa de Antonio de gorra toda su vida, tendría que encontrar un trabajo allí, con lo difícil que ya era en su mundo. ¿Y sus seres queridos? ¿Ya no los vería más? Ni siquiera se había podido despedir de ellos.
Con torpeza y con las manos temblorosas apretadas sobre su frente, entró corriendo al salón. Las lágrimas brotaban sin parar de sus ojos, que buscaban nerviosos el frigorífico.
—Un limón, un limón —repetía con voz trémula mientras rebuscaba en los estantes del electrodoméstico. Recordaba haber oído decir que lamer una rodaja de limón ayudaba a distraer la mente en situaciones así. Por suerte, había medio limón en un rincón y se lo llevó directo a la boca, succionando el líquido ácido al mismo tiempo que intentaba rectificar su respiración agitada. La ansiedad no se la quitaba, pero por lo menos le había servido para calmarse un poco.
Una vez el sabor se volvió insoportable, retiró la fruta de sus labios, se pasó la mano por la cara para retirar el jugo que goteaba de su mentón y se fue al baño a remojarse la cara y limpiarse las lágrimas.
Cuando terminó de secarse el rostro, al levantar la mirada hacia el espejo, se encontró su reflejo desmejorado: tenía la frente, la nariz y las mejillas rojas por la presión de la sangre, los ojos vidriosos e hinchados y los labios, aún temblorosos, no tenían mejor aspecto.
_____ se pasó una mano por la frente y la deslizó hacia la nuca, soltando un suspiro entrecortado. Su mente cansada estaba en blanco y solo sentía desesperación. E impotencia, mucha impotencia.
«Una libreta».
A lo mejor anotando todo lo que le pasaba por la cabeza le ayudaría a ver las cosas con más claridad.
Echó un último vistazo a su reflejo decaído y se fue con pasos pesados hacia la cocina para proyectar su mente frenética en el papel de la pequeña libreta del microondas. Miles de imágenes y pensamientos sofocaban la joven llorosa. No sabía cómo gestionar todo aquello, era demasiado. Se sentía enjaulada. Por mucho que escribiera en el papel empapado por las lágrimas derramadas, nada se ordenaba, nada se resolvía, solo aparecían nuevos problemas.
Le dolía la cara y sentía el corazón punzado.
Estaba tan sumida en su torbellino mental que no se dio cuenta de la llegada de su anfitrión, quien la halló resoplando con una mano sujetando con desespero su frente, mirando fijamente la mesa. El español no tardó en descifrar qué estaba pasando.
Apenado, se acercó a la chica y, con voz suave, volvió a proferir un saludo para anunciar su presencia, apoyando gentilmente su mano en el hombro de _____. La muchacha se sobresaltó por el contacto inesperado y volteó todo su cuerpo para ver de quién se trataba.
Antonio se encontró con el rostro enrojecido y lagrimoso de _____, que cambió la expresión de susto por una de sorpresa. Se sentía avergonzada de haber sido descubierta en ese estado.
—Ay, cariño… —se lamentó Antonio— ¿Necesitas un abrazo?
_____ asintió, enjugando las lágrimas derramadas.
—Ven aquí —dijo acercando la muchacha hacia él para estrecharla contra su pecho mientras le acariciaba con cariño la cabeza.
El confort del abrazo despertó algo en la joven, como una llave abriendo un cerrojo, y liberó el llanto desconsolado que había intentado reprimir todo ese tiempo. Antonio permaneció en silencio, meciéndola con delicadeza y ofreciéndole pañuelos para que se sonase la nariz.
Poco a poco, _____ se iba calmando, recuperando el ritmo normal de su respiración. La tempestad que esos pensamientos habían provocado había aminorado, pero le dolía un montón la cabeza.
—Pe- —jadeó la joven— Perdona… —suspiró—. Por todo esto… —se disculpó un poco avergonzada por lo sucedido.
—No me pidas perdón por esto —le dijo él, finalizando el abrazo—. Tú, saca lo que lleves dentro. No es bueno guardárselo —le sonrió—. Si necesitas llorar, llora sin problema.
—Gracias… —le sonrió ella— Por todo. —Antonio se rio.
—Para eso estamos, mujer —declaró dándole un golpe suave en la espalda, a modo de ánimo. Pero la cara de Antonio adoptó una expresión más seria—. Si quieres hablar del tema… —le invitó— ¡No tiene que ser ahora, claro! —clarificó rápidamente.
La joven bajó la mirada hacia el suelo, con expresión seria, y consideró la oferta de Antonio. Por un lado, no quería bombardearle con más cosas. Pero, por otro, ya había llorado sus penas delante de él, era una de las pocas personas en las que podía confiar en su situación y ya se había mostrado abierto a escucharla.
—Puede ser ahora —decidió levantando la vista nuevamente.
—Sentémonos entonces —ofreció él, señalando con su mano el sofá del salón-comedor.
Ambos se dejaron caer en él.
—Cuando quieras —indicó Antonio prestándole toda atención.
_____ tomó aire.
—Bueno, a demás de lo que ya sabes —empezó—, es básicamente todo lo otro. —Los labios le volvían a temblar—. Es… qué voy a hacer con mi vida, ¿sabes...? —dijo ahogando un sollozo—. ¿Cómo sigo con mi vida? ¿Qué hago si vuelvo mucho más tarde y ya no tengo a donde ir? ¿Qué les cuento a los míos? —jadeó.
El español solo podía escuchar en silencio mientras la miraba con ojos vidriosos.
—Luego —prosiguió la joven con voz temblorosa—, me decís que me vais a ayudar, pero ¿por qué? —le replicó aún sin comprender a qué se debía esa actitud tan servicial de las naciones—. ¿Por qué os molestáis tanto por alguien que no conocéis? No sabéis quién soy, ni siquiera soy realmente de aquí. ¡No tenéis…! —Bajó el tono— No tenéis ningún tipo de compromiso conmigo… —suspiró y se pasó una mano por la cara.
Antonio le tomó la mano y posó la suya encima para reconfortarla.
—Es que, no quiero ser un lastre para vosotros —admitió con voz apocada—. Ya tenéis vuestros problemas. Sois encarnaciones de naciones, ¡per l’amor de Déu! —No quería ni imaginarse lo que debía ser tener que soportar todo lo que ocurre en el mundo sin poder intervenir demasiado en eso, como le habían contado en la reunión—. Si no logro regresar, o si tardo mucho en hacerlo, ¿qué será de mí en esta Tierra que no es la mía?
¿Qué sería de esa vida a la que dedicó tanto esfuerzo?
España retiró la mano de la de la joven y se apoyó completamente en el respaldo del sofá, soltando un profundo suspiro mientras miraba pensativo el techo.
—Para ser honesto, me es difícil responder tus dudas —confesó apenado, volviendo su mirada hacia _____—. Lo que sí te puedo prometer —añadió girándose sobre el sofá para mirarla de frente—, es que si te quedas aquí, me aseguraré de que puedas llevar una vida más o menos normal, encuentres un trabajo y puedas seguir con tu vida aquí. —El tono y la expresión del hombre eran serios.
La muchacha le miraba atenta, conmovida por sus declaraciones.
—En cuanto a por qué nos tomamos tantas molestias… —prosiguió el español— Sinceramente, ojalá lo pudiera hacer con todos los que viven aquí, pero me temo que no soy nada más que un… humano, que digamos, que existe porque también lo hace el país. Más allá de esto, no tengo ninguna habilidad especial, solo años de experiencia y una libertad limitada... Lo mismo se aplica al resto de los nuestros. —Su mirada se volvió algo oscura—. No podemos levantar sospechas, tampoco podemos dejar que quienes no deben sepan de nuestra existencia… Es… Es algo complicado. Vivir así, es duro… No poder hacer nada…
Ahora era el turno de _____ para posar su mano sobre el hombro de Antonio, quien la miraba con esos cálidos ojos verdes vidriosos por las lágrimas que amenazaban con salir.
—Al verte en esa situación, cuando Italia me pidió el favor… Quise ser de ayuda. Me sentí un poco rebelde, pero no hay nada más en este mundo que me haga tan feliz como ver a mi gente ser contenta con sus vidas —reveló la nación—. Sueño… Sueño con que algún día pueda sentir a todos felices, que améis tanto como yo os amo… Escuchar vuestras risas alegres... —declaró emocionado— Es un sentimiento que compartimos todos…
—Antonio-
—¡Pero no va de nosotros ahora! —le interrumpió, rompiendo el ambiente apesadumbrado que se había formado. Se frotó los ojos y se levantó ágil del sofá—. Va de ti —recalcó ofreciendo su mano para ayudarla a levantarse.
_____ no quiso insistir. Por cómo había reaccionado, parecía que Antonio no quería seguir hablando de ello. Así que le sonrió agradecida y tomó su mano. Sentía el pecho más ligero tras haber sacado lo que llevaba dentro.
—¡Venga, salgamos a comer fuera! —le invitó el alegre español— Así nos dará el aire a los dos, que nos conviene —sugirió formando una sonrisa genuina en sus labios.
—Eh… ¿Podemos esperar un momento a que se me deshinche un poco la cara? —solicitó la joven señalando sus ojos aún bastante hinchados. Antonio carcajeó.
—¡Faltaría más!
Dejo aquí la traducción de la expresión para no cortar el momento y porque es prácticamente igual que en español:
Per l’amor de Déu: Por el amor de Dios.
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ORDINARY MAN — ROMANO x READER
Synopsis: He's alone, but not with you.
Ordinary Man
CW: Stalker Behavior, Obsessive Themes, Allusions to Obsession, Use of Country Names, Reader-Insert.
Word Count: .700
Rome is warm. And the sun shines down, but there’s a subtle breeze that keeps the day chilly enough that Romano shivers a little and crosses his arms over his chest. A thump in his chest is a dull pain, but he ignores it as he stalks down the winding and narrow streets of the city. Cracked sidewalks are like slaps to the soles of his feet, but he doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter.
In the city of cold hearts—
Romano finds himself so absolutely desolate and isolated. He glances left and right. There are no familiar faces, no familiar smiles. No oceanic, bright, and stormy eyes to look upon him like he really did belong. They just walk forward, quiet and brisk, and they don’t offer solace as Romano pauses in his place. The people just split and walk around him like second nature.
That’s okay. Romano might be alone, but it’s better to be alone than to be surrounded by fakes. By people who really don’t care about him or care that he doesn’t move or that doesn’t really see him for the man he really is. He doesn’t want to even try. There’s no olive branch to extend when the compromise is yourself, when the Cassandra Complex is nothing but prophetic and he’s meant to burn. Romano doesn't find the glory in trying to deflect that truth. He’s used to this. No point in trying to be someone that I’m not.
But then there’s you.
His little rites of passage.
You’re the one who smiles that white-hot flame, and it licks at his soul like no other fire ever has, but Romano doesn’t mind because you’re so beautiful and so true and so righteous. You seem like you know the real Romano, the real him, and you don’t skirt around that fact. You face it with a brazen fury and you take him on like you need him, too, and Romano just knows that you’re more than you seem.
And you seem like someone who could appreciate the fact,
He knows that he’s different.
That I’m no ordinary man.
And he may seem like an asshole, a douchebag, and some lazy bum who doesn’t do anything but curse those he cares about and apathetically dismisses him. They’re just rumors, and Romano may be explosive and a wildfire that destroys the mountain side of Italy—but he’s just rough around the edges, like a diamond in the rocky shores of Nice. He would tell you this a million times over, no matter how much a shadow of a doubt stretches and grows and you grimace at him grimly before changing the subject. But you just don’t realize that no one understands. They just see the book for its cover.
Until they’ve fought my fight
They won’t understand the way Romano thinks, acts, or feels. Not a single person. Because it’s that attitude that brings him to your doorstep, weak and weary, and you just don’t realize that he’s doing this for your own good. That he’s no longer alone whenever you’re there and that you make the sun just a little warmer than before. Exactly as I am. You just don’t see it right now.
Though Rome is warm with its temperate breeze, it ends before it starts. He’s found you. Romano knows where you are and where to find you. Always and forever, he can see that smile in his mind as he raises his fist to rap his knuckles against your doorframe.
It rattles. And Romano knows that you can hear him, that you know it’s him. You’re nothing like the vipers of this rusty city. You know where to find him, too. The only rules you follow are your own.
So he knows that you’ll accept him this time. No matter how many times he has to convince you. Over and over, day by day, Rome’s sunlight beats down against his back and shoulders. The door opens. And Romano is ready; because, well,
I’m no ordinary man.
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Can you do Allies x reader x Axis? They are all fighting for reader's love.
Sure thing!
I'm so sorry it's late :"(
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Hetalia
Characters: Aph America, Aph England, Aph France, Aph Canada (added), Aph Russia, Aph China ->Allies + Aph Germany, Aph Italy, Aph Japan ->Axis
Reader: Gender-neutral
italy gif, couldn't find a one with all
Allies + Canada and Axis fighting for reader's love headcanons:
When all of the members of your friend group fall in love with you, what would you do?
You had no clue but suddenly both Allies and Axis countries seemed to be interested in you. It all started when you noticed they wanted to go out with you.
One day, you promised to eat hamburgers with America, and immediately after that Canada asked if it was okay for you to go to watch a hockey match with him.
Not after a while, England invited you to have tea with him, Russia seemed to ask for a chat while Germany had flowers especially for you.
Japan got you his newest mangas as a gift, Italy cooked pasta for you and called you "Bella*" and China was excited to talk about history while going to a museum. (*= Bella means "Beautiful" in Italian, people most likely already know that but wanted to add in case)
You had so many plans with them but bad part was most of these events were at the same time, yet you just couldn't say no to their faces but you had no idea how to catch up on everything.
Then you saw all of them at the same time, in front of your door.
They were all fighting, when you came there they immediately stopped.
America: S/o please go out with meee!!! Canada: S/o I r-really like you! We should watch that match, eh? France: S/o mon amour, I love you so much~
England: Forget that bastard, think about drinking tea with me /// China: S/o I like you aru. Russia: I think chatting with me is the best idea, right s/o?
Meanwhile Italy was screaming: Bella I've made you pasta ve.
You also saw Germany with more flowers with a note saying "Ich Liebe Dich*" and Japan with more mangas. (*Ich liebe dich= I love you in German)
Japan: S/o-san these are for you...
Germany: Yeah,,, I g-got this for you S/o
You really didn't know what to do but two things were sure, they both were looking very adorable and secondly looks like it was about to start of ww3 ooops.
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I hope you enjoy this anon ^^' I feel like I'm not really good at writing with s/o :")
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Germany italy and japan have a close friend and crush who's another country, this country likes their accent and language and go as far as to ask them to teach them the language. How do they deal with that?
I've crawled out from the crypt, I hope this is acceptable lol
Germany • Ludwig Beilschmidt
German is a very harsh and rough sounding language and accent, he's heard plenty of jokes from other countries about it, so he'd never expect that you'd find it endearing in any way
When you asked him to teach you the language, he was slightly flustered, giving you an affirming nod
Hopefully you didn't plan on using this as a chance to flirt with him, because he takes the teaching aspect very seriously, showing up with language textbooks, a notebook, and extra pencils
You really have to buckle down during each session, especially since he's a real stickler for pronunciation
He doesn't mean to be overbearing, but he believes that everyone should put their best effort into everything they do
Plus he likes the idea of you two conversing together in his mother tongue, maybe while grabbing a coffee
That being said, there are mandatory breaks in between lessons, it's important to refresh your brain to help productivity
Also, you may start to notice him dropping German in his sentences far more often than he used to, he claims it's to help, but it's really because he knows you like it
Japan • Kiku Honda
Kiku wasn't too surprised when you told him that you were interested in learning his language, his culture (or a severely watered-down version of it) has been very popular in the recent years through media, so another country wanting to learn the language wasn't all too notable
Considering it was you though, he was delighted
He loves spending time with you, so the idea of spending a few hours a week with you, teaching you about his language and script, sounds more than nice
He focuses on Kanji first, insisting that it will make speaking vocabulary a lot easier down the line
The sessions are calm and relaxing, and he's a very patient teacher, making sure to go to a pace you're comfortable with
He enjoys starting off sessions by trying to converse a bit in Japanese
He finds himself thinking that the words sound gorgeous coming from you
North Italy • Feliciano Vargas
As soon as he found out you were partial to his language, he began to slip more Italian in his sentences than he ever did previously, and his accent became ever so slightly more pronounced
He used the guise of "helping you learn", but he only changed his speech because you like it, and he's not subtle about it at all
While he's excited when you ask him to teach you Italian, the sessions are unstructured and often derail into other topics quickly
Because of this, he opts to drop the books and drag you to his country instead, getting you to order your own food in restaurants and converse with the locals in Italian, insisting that the best way to learn is through the people
In his country, he'll also drag you to mostly empty cinemas, where a movie will be playing in Italian and he'll translate any words or sentences in whispers
He's not too serious on pronunciation and honestly thinks it's endearing when your natural accent, regardless of what it is, shines through the words in Italian
He loves flirting with you in Italian now
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Yandere Team Up: North Italy (Feliciano Vargas) & Germany (Ludwig)
Firm and squishy
Both are determined to always keep their darling with them.
Which means that wherever their darling goes they can or their darling gets dragged along with the pair.
They both protect their darling in their own way with Germany being a bodyguard type while Italy is more likely to run away while dragging his darling with them.
It's 50/50 whether Italy helps their darling get out of Germany's punishments or lets him punish them. It's 90/10 if he feels bad about it after or not.
Germany is stricter of the two but there are times when Italy can calm his strictness even if it's a small amount.
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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 3
Part 1:
https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735465215641124864/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share
Info: Carmedenon (you)
sex: female
age: 20s
When the people in the room heard the door open, all eyes were immediately on you. Under normal circumstances you would be shaking with your nerves as they prepare to skyrocket to the sky. But due to the chaos your eyes are being exposed to, you were too busy being baffled as you stare at the baffling sight before you to be nervous right now.
Two blond men men had their hands on eachother's throats, another blond with rectangular glasses is currently presenting his presentation with images of what seems like the power rangers (from what you know of), and finally a whiny ginger headed man balling his eyes out while pointing at the ruined plate of pasta that was so close to hitting you on the face, to the bigger blond man who looks about this close (👌🏻) to exploding.
'What...is this? Is this some sort of greenlighting room for some cartoon or something? Why is everyone...so disorganized?' you thought to yourself as you continue scanning the room and observing the other people there. And as if confirming the crazy world around you, the surrounding audience aren't any better than the up in the front. Some were casually talking, some were sleeping, some were arguing and...you get the picture. It was a room full chaotic beings. Definitely not a room fit for political discussions.
'Then that means, I must be...' your cheeks started to turn pink at the thought that you must've made an embarrassing mistake. Giving the on lookers a shaky shy smile, you stepped back and hid you body behind the door.
"S-sorry! Wrong room, just pretend I never stumbled in here um er...well I'll be on my way now. Sorry again, bye" and then left.
After you left, everyone in the room was silent for a while. Until the man doing his presentation spoke up "Huh, well that was awkward. But anyway! As I was saying, I still think a super-"
"Hey, didn't that girl looked familiar" one of the blond men who was in a choking competition a while ago commented.
"Ve~ she looked like the bella who completely froze up on tv" commented the Italian who a while ago was crying over ruined pasta. However his words seem to stiffen the certain German he was crying to.
"Vait, if she was the girl on tv then that means...mein gott! That was Carmedenon!" he said in a panic as he realized the gravity of the situation. For 1: the first thing that happened to you when you walked in the room was that pasta was just inches away from hitting your face and 2: you thought you arrived in the wrong room and walked away. Clearly indicating that they've already made a bad impression of themselves, enough to make you not see them as serious figures of the world.
Unfortunately for him, he was the only one who has this realization. As the rest of the world were only left to chatter in excitement as the most mysterious and most victorious country of the world is really here to meet them. In person!
"Dude, shut up! Carmedenon? You mean the country who kicked Britain's ass with scarecrows!" said the man with the presentation, eyes gleaming with excitement. While the man mentioned in the story glared daggers at him.
"Could you not say it like that, you git! She did not beat me up with scarecrows, she bested me with them! Big difference!" he yelled, but the American did not care what he had to say "Pssh same difference, bro. She still kicked your ass with scarecrows". He said, further angering the man enough that he was on his way to choke him now.
But before he could start doing so, the German stopped them from making another fight "Need I remind you that Ms. Carmedenon just walked away from the meeting room? On the day we are suppose to formally meet her?! We have no time for more fights! Not that we had the time in the first place. But we need her back here and get her to cooperate with us, now!" he said voice filled with resolute.
"Oh yeah, gotcha! Let me go get her" but before America even took a step, Britain caught his arm stopping him. "Oh no you don't! I heard from her queen that she has quite the delicate nerve. Someone like you is bound to scare her away!" he said, then another voice has voiced their opinion.
"Then I will go get her, after all I have a way with all kinds of ladies~" said France as he started making his way to the door, before he himself got stopped by the same man. "Like hell I'd let you! You're the last person she needs to first meet. This nation has isolated herself for all her life, and a pervert like you has a high chance of pushing her back in her shell!" he said, then a new argument ensues.
"Oh, and who do you think is fit to introduce her to us? You? The one who tried to invade her and famously failed to do so?"
"Don't talk as if you hadn't done the same! And where do you think you're going? Do you really think you can just walk off of this conversation?"
"Well it sounds to me that both of you were assholes to the dudette. And since I've never done anything to her, I'm probably your best bet of getting her to come here"
"You'll scare her away!"
"Whatever, dudes! I've always wanted to meet her! And now that she's literally out that door, I'm taking my chances and finally become her friend!" after his proclamation, he took off and ran out the door to look for you. The other two following after him.
"You know what? I'm gonna go meet her to! After all I've met her brother and he always brags about her without introducing her. It's time to satisfy some ancient aged curiosity aru!"
"I have also kept hearing so much about this nation and her victories, I guess now would be a good time to fulfill my own curiosities. Maybe she'll even want to be one with me~"
And just like that, two other individuals followed suit. An Asian man with one Russian.
"Germany-san, if what I'm hearing about her social anxiety is true. Then wouldn't it be bad if any of those people were able to get to her at any moment?"
After hearing that statement, the German suddenly remembered what her queen had said to him the day after they landed.
"Hello Mr. Germany! I assume you have seen the news of our landing? If so, then you have probably seen the face of our country, and well...you saw how she is. Try to make her as comfortable as possible, ok? It took a lot of effort to get her to agree, and we made a compromise that if things get too uncomfortable. We'll leave"
They'll leave. And if they leave...there's a chance the country herself will never agree to open her borders ever again!
"Scheisse! This is bad! We need to get to her before they do!"
With that being said, they bolted after them leaving the room and everyone else in it.
"Ve-?! Hey! Wait for-a me!"
As for you, you've been walking around looking for the "right" meeting room for a long while now. But no matter where you go, you can't find anything that resembled a room full of diplomatic exchanges.
"Am I even in the right venue? I can't seem find them anywhere" you pondered as you stop walking to rest your feet and to think clearly. Did the driver actually drove you to the place? No way, they've been your driver for 5 years now and they never brought you to the wrong place. Were you that late that the meeting was already over and it was that crowd turn to use the room? If that's the case, guess you'll have to make a written apology to Elinor and the other nations for not being able to make it.
Entertaining the thought, you lifted your wrist to take a look at your watch and...wait? It's still far too early to dismiss the meeting, even if you were really tardy.
'Wait...does that mean?..t-those people were actually-...No, no way! T-they can't p-possibly be-'
And at that moment, your worst fears came to confirm your worst nightmare.
"Hey dudette! Funny story, you were actually in the right room!"
Turning your head, you saw the same blond man who was presenting something in the room. Followed by the two other men who were previously trying to choke the life oout of each other. These chaotic individuals with full energy were running towards your direction.
Running towards you
All of the sudden your heart picked up it's paced and a terrible pack of anxiety suddenly dropped down to the pit of your stomach. Although your body may have stopped functioning and froze you on your spot, your legs didn't. And before you knew it, you were running away from them. With one thought, the very same thought you kept having throughout this trip, crossing your mind:
'I should've stayed home!!!'
Part 2:
https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735668751809282048/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share
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Feliciano and Pasta
You've decided to get home early and surprise Feli.
You leave work early and buy a bouquet of Feli's favourite flowers, blissfully unaware of the soon to come rain.
Getting home in the rain was a hassle and by the time you reach your door, you're completely soaked.
Feli opens the door with a sunshine-y smile.
"Ciao, bella!"
You hold up the flowers and he immediately starts fussing with them and over you.
After you get changed, you join Feli in the kitchen. He was making pasta with your droopy flowers decorating the table. It makes you happy and when he kisses you in greeting, you smile into the kiss.
Things always seemed better when Feliciano was around with a bright smile.
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The Night Before Christmas
Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader
Warnings: snow storms, delayed flights, slight disappointment, mention of a christmas miracle, hitchhiking - don't worry andrea is there for adult supervision, incorrect ski terms and whatnot - idk I don't ski, old ladies love joris, fear of flying/small planes, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, cuddles in bed.
Word Count: 2,225
Author's Note: so sorry for the delay in posting this, I've been in a bit of a slump lately and im trying to get back on schedule with the posting, bare with me lmao
merry smutmas series
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A massive snow storm delays Charles’ flight home for the holidays and you both begin to give up hope but a Christmas miracle occurs.
Christmas was a bit of a mess this year.
December 24th and Charles Leclerc was stranded in Italy with Andrea and Joris. Charles had gone because he had a Christmas event to do with Ferrari, Joris and Andrea had accompanied him but they decided to go up north and go skiing for the remainder of the week.
They hadn't planned to push it so close to Christmas and then the snow came down; the stupid snow which blocked the roads and left them stranded in the mountains of Italy.
You were a bit disappointed when your boyfriend called to tell you that he wouldn't be able to make it home in time for Christmas. You asked him if there was anything you could do and he told you because of the snow, he wasn't exactly sure when he'd get home.
Charles could hear the disappointment in your voice, and it made him sad to know that he wasn't gonna be able to be home in time to spend Christmas with you.
It was as if Andrea could read Charles' mind; "what?"
"We have to get out of here, we need to go home."
"I know," Andrea tells him, Joris looks up from his laptop, "everything is closed, the roads, the airport, like.. we're stuck."
Charles was nothing if not determined. He made it his mission to make it home in time to spend Christmas with you - bit of a tight task considering it was 10pm on Christmas eve. Nonetheless, he and the boys rallied up - not like Joris or Andrea had a choice - and followed Charles out of the ski resort.
They made it about 2 miles down the road trudging through the snow before they finally came across a ski ranger, the man on his way down the mountain to pick up something they needed on the resort. He was kind enough to let them get in, the 3 of them squished into the back seat as the ranger drove them down. Due to the snow, it took them triple the time to go down than it took to go up but it was progress nonetheless.
Once they made it to the town, they were at crossroads again. How are they going to make it to the airport?
It was a one step at the time sort of plan, if they thought too far ahead, they'd just give up.
Joris wanders into the one place that was still open, a little bakery that was run by the older couple that lived there and they had a grandson who lived not too far off from the airport. The roads were cleared down there but they had no car.
The couple happened to be closing up for the night and on the way to their grandson's, the older woman took a liking to Joris, holding his arm as he led her over to their car.
"Charles!" Joris shouts, waving his friend over. Andrea and Charles wandering over. "Yeah?"
"This is Maria, she and her husband are on their way to grandson's, who lives like-" "He lives five minutes from the airport, let us take you."
"Are you sure?" Charles asks her, as much as he wants to get home, he wouldn't want to put a sweet old woman out of her way.
The woman pinches Charles's cheek, "yes please, I cannot leave you out in the cold. Come, come." She tells him, Andrea helps the older gentleman put all the luggage into the trunk, the 5 of them getting into the car - Charles, Joris and Andrea squished into the backseat again.
The older gentleman, Joe, was just as sweet and welcoming as his wife. They told them stories from when they moved there, how they opened their bakery and their family. As much as Charles appreciated their kind gesture, he was wondering if maybe he should have offered to drive them to the airport.
At some point, an excruciatingly long 3 hour drive - Joe drove slower than most, they made it to the airport.
Maria rolls the window down, saying goodbye to Joris. The photographer holds her hand as she calls for Charles. "Make sure you come back! And bring your girlfriend."
"We will, thank you both so much. I don't know what I can do to repay you."
"Take us to the race next year," Joe calls from next to his wife. Charles laughs, "sounds good, I'll come back and bring your passes."
The 3 of them run into the airport, the boards in front of them display only one word listed to all of the flights - canceled.
Big, bold, red letters crush Charles's heart and his chances of getting home.
Joris pats his friend's shoulder, Andrea already one step ahead of them trying to see if they were anything they could get on to make it home in time - after all, he wanted to get home to his family too.
It's an hour of Andrea bickering with the very tired and annoyed woman behind the counter before Charles joins him, asking her if there was anything they could get on to go home.
The flight to France was 2 hours, he'd manage anything at this point.
"There's one flight, a small passenger plane. I'd have to ask the pilot first."
"Please," Charles says, "I'll pay extra if I need to."
After what felt like another hour the woman finds them and tells them to follow her; she checks them in, getting their passes to them before directing them to where they'd meet the pilot for their flight.
When she said it was a small plane, Charles was expecting small but not this small.
The plane looked like those water planes you'd take from the mainland to an island - it didn't hold more than 6 people.
Charles is just clinging to his seat, counting down the minutes until he can get off that plane. He feels his ears pop, the thud as the plane meets the runway in Nice and he's thanking every god out there for that. They thank the pilot, trying to figure out if they should take the train or just drive home.
None of them have a car at the airport and thank god, it wasn't snowing.
It was Christmas morning, the airport was a madhouse and Charles didn't typically do this but he did use his F1 status to get them a rental, he signed a few autographs for the staff behind the counter and they were off again.
The sun is peeking over the Monaco pier, Andrea drove them home because Charles was too antsy to drive. They dropped him off first.
"Thank you guys, really." He says, standing on the curb with his suitcase.
"We didn't have a choice," Joris tells him jokingly, Andrea nods. "Tell y/n we said Merry Christmas."
"I will," Charles smiles, wishing his friends well before waving them off.
It was good to be home; the man made his way up to your shared apartment, the lights off as you were still sleeping - your soft snores filling his ears as he quietly made his way to the bedroom.
You're tucked away under the covers, the blanket wrapped you up and kept you warm during a lack of Charles in bed. He knew you were a deep sleeper, the fact that he had accidentally slammed the door and it hadn't woken you was sign enough.
He stripped out of his clothes, making his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth. At some point he thought he heard you shift, he peeked out the door way to find you still sleeping.
Charles joined you in bed shortly after, his arm snaking around your waist, the coldness from the bracelet he had on startled you. Your body responded before you could, taking a second to gather your thoughts - the fight or flight kicking in.
He presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder, the smell of his cologne and toothpaste filled your surroundings. "Charles, you're home," you whispered, turning to face the man.
You couldn't fully believe it, not after his call last night, telling you that he wouldn't be making it home.
Your boyfriend smiles, kissing your forehead. "I'm here."
"How?" You mumbled, moving closer to him. Charles's hand presses to your back, rubbing the bare skin softly. "It's a long story, for another time."
You hum, not really caring for the story at the moment. All that matters is that Charles was home and he was home for Christmas. You opened your eyes slightly, peeking at your boyfriend. Both of you wore the same sleepy look - you having just woken up and Charles after a long night of traveling.
You kissed his chin, the man hummed in response. You follow the structure of his face, moving from his chin to his jaw and up to his sideburns, down his cheeks and finally to his lips. Charles pulls you flush against him, his lips holding your hostage.
It had been a long week apart and you both missed each other terribly. Andrea often says you two are like high school kids, all young and in love.
Your arms wrap over his shoulders, pulling the man on top of you. Charles settled himself between your hips. Your boyfriend pulls away from your lips, much to your dismay and finds himself moving down to your neck, along your collarbones and to your chest. Now propped up on your elbows, you watch as your boyfriend's head dips, his teeth softly grazing your stomach on his way to between your legs.
Charles glances up at you and pulls your panties to the side. He was close enough that you could feel his breath on you, your head dropping back when his tongue finally met you.
You look down at your boyfriend between your legs; the man smiling up at you as his arms hook your thighs to pull down flat on his face.
Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. Charles’s hand on your hip rocks you back and forth slightly, just enough that he can hear his name fall from your lips.
Your hand rests on his cheek, “I can't believe you're home.” Your eyes meet his blue ones.
“I'm right here, baby.”
You pull him back down for another kiss. Charles’ hand slips between the two of you, thumb pressed to your clit. Your back arches from the sudden touch, moaning against his lips.
Charles smiles, his heart fluttering every time knowing he’s the one that reduces you to nothing more than a whimpering mess.
“Please,” you pull on his hair, “Charles.”
“What?” He asks, rubbing circles with his thumb.
You can’t help the whimper slipping past your lips. “Fuck me, please.” You ask sweetly and how could he ever say no to you?
Charles finds himself moving to hitch your leg on his hip, lining himself up with you before pushing into you. Your back arches and he gives you a second to adjust to him before moving. You’re biting your lip so hard, you probably drew blood.
Your hand drags down his torso, pressed against his toned stomach when you speak. “You feel so good,” you whisper, knowing you can’t speak any louder.
“Yeah?” He calls, hand slipping between the two of you.
Your red nails, painted for the holidays, digging into his skin, leaving matching red marks matching the colour of your nails against his pale skin. “Fuck- please yes.”
Charles doesn’t quit; his fingers rubbing on your clit, the other hand moving your leg from his hip to rest over his shoulder. Just when his ego couldn’t get any bigger, it did. The 16 hanging off the silver chain around your neck, sitting flat against your sternum.
He can’t help but lean down and press a kiss to it, in the process pushing your leg back. The sound that left your mouth was nothing if not music to his ears.
The sudden ego boost, Charles takes his chance to ask you. “Who makes you feel this good, amour?”
You’re trying to answer him but between keeping the same position and his excruciating pace, you couldn't bring yourself to answer him.
Charles asks again. “Who makes you feel this good, amour ?”
A strangled answer slips past your swollen lips; “You, only you Charles.”
The answer satisfies his ego, his focus is making you cum. His hips hitting the back of your thighs, your boyfriend has now moved your other leg over his shoulders.
“Charles-” you call, your eyes meeting his. He can feel the way you’re clenching around him, his hand moving back to your clit.
“I know,” he hums, “me too.”
A few more sloppy thrusts and both of you fall over the edge, one after the other. Charles kisses by your ankle before letting your legs down, settling against you between your legs still.
Passing a hand through his hair, you smile at your boyfriend; his eyes all droopy and a sleepy smile on his face.
"You're here," you whispered, he nodded and his stubble scratched against your bare skin. "I'm here."
You hum quietly, the sun shining through the curtains in the room, the two of you cuddled up in each other's arms.
"Shall we open gifts?" Charles asks and you shake your head, "they're not going anywhere, let's stay in bed for a bit longer."
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your soft skin. "I like that idea."
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SAMMY'S GIRL | s.kerr
summary: headcanons on your relationship with sam.
pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr
notes: love these, let me know if you want more. send any asks/thoughts/questions about sammy's girl that you would like to, I would love to chat xx
knowing sam since you were kids (like 7-8)
you hated soccer (refused to call if football)
your family was mad about real football (afl, obviously)
and sam played footy with you at the same club
but when she first started playing soccer at age 12, she fell in love with it
consequentially, forcing you- her best friend
into loving it too
(no matter how much you refused)
bye bye afl
she would talk nonstop about players who she loved
Ronaldo this
ronaldo that
who the fuck is ronaldo
you didnt care
you were just glad sam was happy
you only really started to care, when you realised how talented sam was
even though you hated soccer
you showed interest for her
because wow, she was good
you would go to her games on saturday mornings
wore her club jumper to games
and would sit in the car on cold mornings with her parents
honking the horn if she scored
sometimes cheering out the window
you gradually learnt more and more about the game from sam
it became her entire life
and because sam was your entire life, it became yours too
at sleepovers you both would stay up and watch games
her nudging you awake when you were falling asleep
her shaking you awake if her favourite player scored or there was a dodgy penalty/free
you detested staying up late for soccer games, but if it made sam happy you would do it
as you got older and went to high school, sam was being taken more seriously
local news outlets were getting hold of how talented she was
scouts started coming out to her games
it was suddenly all about sam and her talent
(about time)
you watched her first game for the matildas in 2009 against Italy when she was subbed on
you cried when she stepped on the pitch, screaming as loud as you could
she heard you
that night, hugging her after the game, you realised that sam wasn't just your best friend
you continued to support her as you went through school
sam was playing more and more
it was getting harder to stay in contact
she was flying around the world with the matildas, playing game after game
training after training
match after match
but you didnt mind
because you knew that she would always come back to you
and she did
you spent the time that she had off together
spending december holidays together
christmas at your place, new years at hers
every moment that sam was home she spent with you
thats when she realised that you were more than her best friend
on the night of sam's first goal, she tied the game against north korea
you cried again
you couldn't help it
you were just so proud of her
she backflipped on the pitch, something she had been practicing since you were little
(something she had been trying to teach you do to since you were little)
afterwards, she ran over to near where you were sat in the stands with her family and celebrated with you
you knew you loved her in that moment
that night, in her room
you kissed
you were sharing the hotel bed, both crammed into a king single
like you had done all throughout your childhood
and you told her how proud of her you were
leaning into the silence, sam kissed you
after you both just stared at each other
"I'm sorry" she said
"don't be" you whispered back
and you never spoke about it the next morning
sam went off to play world cups
you stayed home and watched every game you could
messaging her phone throughout
she gained more traction, she was only getting better and better
and she knew that you were always behind her
you were her rock
you kissed again after sam's first world cup
it was on your 17th birthday
it was just the two of you, everyone else had left for the night
"when do you leave again?" you asked her
"I fly to Brisbane next week" she told you
you didnt say anything after that for a while
just sat in silence
you laid facing each other once again, just like you had the year before
and it was unspoken what you both wanted to happen
you moved your head closer to hers
she did the same
"I dont want you to go" you whispered
"I know, but I have to"
"I know"
more silence
"I'll miss you" she said
"I'll miss you more"
in that moment you made up your mind
and you kissed her
"I really like you sam" you told her
"I really like you too"
from then on, you both were unofficially together
there were no labels for your relationship
but everyone already knew that you both were a package deal
sam and y/n
y/n and sam
so no one suspected a thing
it went on like this for years
you went into your 20s together
watched sam become more and more successful
she made strides in her career and was signed to perth glory and then to sky blue
she won awards on awards
scoring more goals than majority of other players
she was a star
sam was traded to chicago
that hit you guys hard
but you weren't together.. so?
what could you do?
you spent every moment you could talking to sam when she was awake
vice versa
sams world involved two things: football and you
no matter the awards or the accolades, you were the biggest prize in her eyes
she thanks you profusely in her young australian of the year speech
she is so grateful every day to have you
as you were trying to stumble your way through uni
sam would try her best to fly you out to games so she could see you
call her selfish
she doesn't care
she just wanted to see you
in 2019 she was signed to chelsea
and whilst you were over there watching a match
the country went into lockdown
you were stuck in London
going home wasn't an option at that point in time
so you stayed with sam
and even after lockdown was lifted
you stayed with sam
you both realised the going back and forth was stupid
you loved each other
she told you so
you were watching an old football match
sam engrossed in the game, trying to watch for technique
when you completely broke her out of her trance by screaming at the ref for a shit free kick
she watched as you shouted at the tv
and then she said without thinking
"I love you"
with the biggest, goofiest grin on her face
you just stared at her, eyes wide
she had told you that she had loved you before
but you both knew that this was different
and so you said "I love you too sam"
that night you finally discussed labels
and sam officially asked you to be her girlfriend
you quite liked having the title after however many years of waiting
but she was worth the wait
so you moved all your stuff over to London when you could and started your life in London with sam
travelling back to Australia when you needed to
or when you missed home a little too much
and you watch every game that you possibly can
and now.. you even call it football
#headcanons . * • .#sam kerr x reader#sam kerr one shot#sam kerr imagine#woso one shot#woso imagine#woso x reader#sammy's girl . * • .
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☆ vamptalia: gifting them a personal portrait!
starring. . . gender neutral, painter!reader and france + north italy.
author notes; vampire au!hetalia = vamptalia… i feel like a genius for thinking of that. feel free comment any other characters or monster types you’d like to see, i love writing for this sort of stuff.
francis bonnefoy!
— you’ve overheard your beloved complain many times about not seeing his own reflection. it’s lighthearted for the most part, but every now and then you can hear some pain in his voice. the only image francis has of himself is a foggy picture eroded by time. in other words, he relies solely on memory. after so many years on this earth, all he really remembers is his hair and eye color. he knows nothing of the little things that make up the big picture of his face. the highs and lows, the nooks and crannies— every special detail that you’ve come to grow fond of. they’re all long forgotten by him.
— it was… hard.. working on this gift. okay, hard was an understatement. it was close to impossible. you couldn’t take a picture and save it for later, so you had to have him sit still for you. in order to keep your gift a surprise, you told him that you needed a model for a difficult pose. he agreed and was eager to help you out. even so… francis was hard to deceive. there were many times during the painting process where he tried to peek at the picture. he’d ask a question, pretending to be concerned about the pose in order to lure you away from your work. you quickly learned that bonnefoy was a verypersuasive man. almost too persuasive. fortunately, you had managed to tough it out.
— finally, after weeks of slaving away, your work had paid off. you brought the finished painting to his home, grinning from ear to ear. he asked you what the fuss was about but you just ignored his questions and sat him down. then, you pulled back the covers and revealed the fruits of your labor. “ta-da! what do you think?”
— “it’s…. gorgeous.”
— it was a painting of him, which was wonderful in and of itself. however, what francis really enjoyed about the painting was that you had painted it. he was essentially seeing himself through your eyes. he was almost thrown off at how handsome you had made him... does he really look that good? he almost felt giddy. after a moment or two of initial shock he stood up and came close to the painting, wishing to inspect it further. he lifted his hand almost as if he wanted to touch it, to caress his own face.
— the look on his face was that of complete and utter gratefulness. a tear or two streamed down his face, which would be concerning had you not seen the huge smile plastered on his face. they were tears of joy. bonnefoy’s voice was quiet. more gentle than weak. “i love it… i can’t thank you enough, *mon chéri.. ah, how will i ever show my gratitude for this.”
— you were quick to come to his side, pressing your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. “it’s nothing, really. how about we hang it up? a handsome face like that deserves to be seen by the world. or at least, by the two of us.”
— he wiped his eyes and chuckled but he didn’t make an effort to disagree. francis really wouldn’t mind having his portrait hung up somewhere.. but then again, it just might be better having it here. a private beauty, viewed only by those important to him.
feliciano vargas!
— it didn’t take long for you to realize something was off about feliciano. as the two of you grew closer and you entered a relationship, he revealed to you that he was a vampire. this revelation lead to a discussion, and from this discussion you learned many things. for example, one thing you learned is that vargas hasn’t been a vampire for too long. maybe a century or so, give or take. he explained that he tried his best to keep up with current trends and ideas— for the most part, he was doing good at being modern. another fact is that, due to him being a vampire for around a century, feliciano hasn’t seen himself in a long while. even so, he remembers what he looks like pretty well.
— after that talk, things continued on smoothly. your relationship had its ups and downs just like any other. anyways, fast forward to now. you had decided that as an anniversary gift, you would paint feliciano a personal portrait. painting was one of your favorite hobbies. you knew that you could do great at painting him. plus, he was fond of the arts, so you were certain that he’d really appreciate it. he’d look at it and remember his own beauty. and of course, he’d remember the person who painted it, that person being you. it was perfect!
— it wasn’t too hard to hide the gift from him. he was more than happy to model for you without asking a lot of questions. vargas was a simple man. he was too busy enjoying the fact that he got to spend any sort of time with you to interrogate you. the painting itself wasn’t too complicated, just a picture of him with a nice brown background. you tried to make it like those royal portraits. feliciano would get a kick out of that.
— he seemed to enjoy the beach a lot, so that was where you revealed your painting to him. you waited until it was the evening before bringing him out to the nearest beach. any sunlight would ruin the mood so you made sure it was after sunset. vargas wanted to play in the water so you pulled the painting out of your bag and set it up, leaving it on the sand with a white sheet covering it. after you two had your fun playing in the water, you decided to give him his anniversary gift. you pulled the sheet off the painting for a dramatic reveal. the portrait seemed to be enhanced by the light of the moon, something that you hadn’t expected but benefited from nonetheless. everything about the big unveil was utterly.. glorious.
— you tried your best to gauge his response but it was hard to tell what exactly was on his mind. “so… what do you think?”
— one minute, radio silence. the next, he’s wrapping his arms around you. feliciano was a whirlwind of emotion. he pulled you into a hug so tight, you almost felt suffocated. almost. “*è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto..”
— you had no idea what he meant but you reveled in the sound of him speaking his mother tongue. after tightly embracing you, he started peppering you in kisses. your cheeks, your lips, your forehead.. even your neck. it was then that you truly knew this reaction was a positive one. this was the reaction of a man madly in love.. a man full of gratitude. a man who was simply overflowing with affection for his lover.. you were glad that lover was you. “i take it this means you like it?”
— vargas paused his flurry of kisses for a moment, facing you with a smile, “i love it. and i love you.”
— you grinned and leaned in to kiss his lips. that was all you really wanted to hear.
☆ TRANSLATIONS.
— *”mon cheri” means my dear/my sweetheart. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral. let me know if there’s a better phrase to use out there!
— *”è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto.” should translate to “it’s perfect, oh i love it so much.”
#hetalia#hetalia headcanons#hetalia x reader#italy x reader#france x reader#north italy x reader#francis x reader#feliciano x reader#francis bonnefoy#feliciano vargas#hws france#hws north italy#hws
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Prólogo
A pesar del pronóstico soleado que se esperaba para ese sábado, _____ se había despertado por el ruido intenso de las gotas golpeando las persianas. Quería seguir durmiendo, pero se había desvelado y le estaba resultando imposible.
—Pues nada —suspiró pasado un tiempo y sin poder aún regresar al reino de Morfeo. Lentamente, se incorporó, su espalda crujiendo en el proceso, y una mueca se le dibujó en el rostro. Con movimientos vagos y torpes fue subiendo las persianas del piso para que entrara la poca luz que había.
Era temprano y su cuerpo le gritaba que volviera a la cama, calentita y suave. Extremadamente tentador, pero tenía planes para ese día y trabajo acumulado por hacer en casa. Ya descansaría el domingo.
Se paró frente a la ventana que había en la cocina y la abrió, dejando que el olor a lluvia y brisa fresca de primavera empaparan su hogar. Sus ojos cansados observaban la calle mientras el aire le acariciaba la cara apoyada sobre sus brazos en la repisa de la ventana. Junto a la lluvia, resonaban en la calle algunas rejas y persianas de vecinos y comercios, la mañana se iba desarrollando con lentitud.
Tras una última ojeada, se dispuso a calentar agua para el té, puso dos rebanadas de pan en la tostadora y sacó de la nevera el queso para untar, algunos tomates cherri y hojas de rúcula que había comprado la tarde anterior. Se había levantado con hambre y hacía días que le daba vueltas a esas tostadas. Un generoso chorro de aceite de oliva y una pizca de sal y aleh, bon appétit (buen provecho).
Como la tetera aún no silbaba, _____ sacó las plantas al balcón para aprovechar la lluvia. No le gustaba reconocerlo, pero las había descuidado un poco. A lo mejor colgando una pizarrita o algo en la pared o la nevera le ayudaría a no olvidar tan a menudo las cosas que tenía por hacer. Apuntaría esa idea en un papel para que tampoco se le olvidara.
Con un último esfuerzo sacó la maceta más pesada, soltando un quejido al dejar de aguantar el peso. Se quedó observando la planta, absorta en sus pensamientos hasta que algo rojo le llamó la atención.
—¿Y tú qué haces aquí? —preguntó burlona a una pequeña mariquita posada sobre una de las hojas de la planta que acababa de sacar—. A ver, ven aquí, hija mía, porque te me vas a ahogar—. Acercó su mano con cuidado y el insecto brillante se subió a su dedo anular. Las patitas le hacían cosquillas. A saber cuánto tiempo llevaba el pobre insecto allí, como mínimo esa noche la había pasado dentro. Con movimientos suaves dejó la mariquita en otra maceta con flores que quedaba protegida de la lluvia, de esa forma no se mojaría y cuando quisiera podría irse. Aunque tuvo que insistirle un poco porque no parecía tener intenciones de bajarse de su dedo. En su intento de enderezarse, los huesos de la espalda se le acabaron de acomodar en un crujido que hizo que se planteara _____ visitar con urgencia un osteópata.
«Una aparte de guapa, crujiente».
Con unos últimos estiramientos volvió hacia dentro para apartar del fuego la tetera que había empezado a silbar y terminar de preparar su desayuno. Entre bocados y sorbos iba poniéndose al día en sus redes sociales, llevándose un gran chasco al consultar el pronóstico para el resto del día: lluvias intensas en gran parte del territorio. Bien por el tema de las sequías, pero a la porra sus planes para salir a dar una vuelta ese día.
Pasó un buen rato hasta que decidió levantarse de la silla y empezar a ordenar y limpiar la casa. La lluvia invitaba a seguir durmiendo, o por lo menos a tumbarse en el sofá con una mantita ligera, pero el deber llamaba y si no lo hacía entonces, lo tendría que hacer el domingo o el lunes… O el martes... Para qué engañarse, seguramente lo haría cuando se empezara a amontonar todo y no tuviera más remedio que guardar bien las cosas.
Tras guardar la ropa en el armario y limpiar a fondo las estancias, puso las sábanas húmedas que había en la lavadora dentro de la secadora; tenía previsto dejarlas secar al sol, pero visto lo visto, tocaba secarlas a máquina. Tener que esperar a que terminara el programa era una excusa perfecta para llevar a cabo lo que había deseado hacer antes: tumbarse en el sofá y ver una película que tenía pendiente desde hacía tiempo.
Los ojos le pesaban de nuevo ¿Qué le pasaba que tenía tanto sueño? Su pregunta no pudo ser respondida, pues al poco rato se sumergió en un profundo y dulce sueño. Olía a miel y primavera, los botones dorados de las flores se extendían por todo el prado y ella corría entre peces de agua sobre la hierba alta que se iba alejando cada vez más a medida que subía hacia las nubes de algodón. Los hilos de viento que la elevaban cantaban su nombre. Y _____ extendió su brazo hacia arriba, hacia las manos delicadas que se abrían paso en el cielo para recogerla.
«Pronto» pensaba. «Ya casi» se decía tensando los dedos hacia ellas. Y cuando su índice derecho alcanzó una de las manos… Cayó.
Cayó en las profundidades de un mar dorado tan deslumbrante que tuvo que apretar con fuerza los párpados y cubrirlos con las manos mientras aguantaba la respiración. Para que cuando los volviera a abrir, se encontrara de nuevo en el sofá con la manta toda revolucionada tirada en el suelo. Seguía lloviendo, pero unos tímidos rayos de sol bañaban su apartamento haciendo frente a la densidad oscura de las nubes. Miró el reloj, eran pasadas las tres de la tarde.
Se sentó, un poco confusa: Había dormido más de tres horas y aun así se sentía agotada. Llegados a este punto, le preocupaba un poco la situación y se preguntaba seriamente si debería pedir cita al médico. O tal vez ese sueño tan… tan abstracto la había agotado más de lo que estaba. Aunque aún tenía el olor dulce del polen en la nariz.
Pese a no haber comido, no tenía mucha hambre, así que comió algunas de las sobras que tenía en la nevera y se dio una ducha caliente para relajar el cuerpo. Como continuaba estando cansada, decidió irse a dormir más temprano de lo habitual, disfrutando del confort de las sábanas con olor a limpio mientras escuchaba el sonido persistente de la lluvia que parecía caer con más intensidad que antes.
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North London Forever - Martin Ødegaard x reader
Martin Ødegaard x female!reader
Summary: Being Antonio Conte's daughter had its perks, one being you spent most of your time with footballers many dreamed to see but you couldn’t help but be drawn towards the other side of North London, more specifically a blonde midfielder. Besides, who didn’t enjoy a little bit of rivalry?
Warnings: Implied smut, fluff, angst, swearing
Word Count: 4K
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It all started back in 2021 when Arsenal beat Tottenham 3-1 at home after their rough start to the Premier League. You were there to support your Dad but a certain someone caught your attention. That man was Martin Odegaard. You knew you shouldn’t have looked at him the way you did, especially with all the cameras around and not to mention he played for Tottenham's biggest rivals and the team your Dad currently hated the most… Arsenal. You shoved the thought of Martin Odegaard to the back of your mind but it was like fate wanted the two of you to meet.
That night your friends asked you to join them on a night out and although you wanted nothing more than to spend the evening with your Dad something told you to go out with them. When you reached one of the many clubs they’d planned to take you to that night your eyes fell on a familiar sight. Martin and a few other Arsenal players were sat in a booth, celebrating one of the biggest wins of the season. Your eyes met and he couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction to seeing him. His ego swelled beyond belief knowing he’d caught the eye of his rivals manager's daughter.
The rest was history. He’d made his move that night, slipping in a small dig towards your father due to the win he was currently celebrating but that only made the two of you grow closer. You spent the night with him and honestly thought that would be the end until he asked to take you on a date. You knew it would be a bad idea, not because Martin wasn’t suited for you but because you knew your father would lose his shit when he found out but you didn’t care. You had been dating the Arsenal midfielder behind your father's back for a year.
The World Cup was finally upon everyone. Despite having some of the world's most talented players Norway didn’t make it to the competition but that meant you would have more time to spend with Martin. It also gave him time to finally take a break from football without the worry of having to rush home for training or a game. Your Dad had also decided to go back to Italy for a break, you’d been invited but you politely declined, your home was only a few streets away and certainly wasn’t from Italy.
“You sure you’ll be okay on your own?” Your Dad asked, counting his luggage as he made sure he had everything.
“I’m not a child.” You smiled at him. “I’ll be fine.”
“I will fly back in a heartbeat if you need me to, all you need to do is call me.”
“I’m sure I will be fine, say hello to the rest of the family for me.”
“You know they would prefer it if you were coming too.” He gave you a pitiful look as he pushed his bags aside. “You sure you’ll be okay -”
“Dad I will be fine.” You narrowed your gaze at him with a small smile on your face. “If anything happens or I change my mind I will call you or jump on the next flight to Italy.” You know that was a lie but it would put his mind at ease. “And the Christmas tree will be up when you get home.”
“Blue and white remember.” He arched his brows.
“I remember.” You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Martin’s reaction when he finds out you’d have to decorate the tree in Spurs colours.
You’d planned to decorate the tree with Martin, it wasn’t your first Christmas with him and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Last year Martin invited you to his to decorate his tree which in North London fashion happened to be decorated in red and white. The pair of you made Christmas cookies with one another whilst you danced to Christmas music. Everything with him was perfect, you just wished you could’ve shared the actual day with him.
“I will be back in two weeks.” He made his way over to you, holding his arms out for a hug. You complied, walking towards him and falling into the hug. “Please don’t burn the house down.”
Laughing at his words you pulled back. “I won’t, I promise.”
Conte smiled at you as he gathered his bags, heading out to the car. Whilst he was packing his things into the vehicle you quickly pulled out your phone to text Martin.
You: He’s leaving now x
Martin: I’ll get my things and leave in 5 x
You: Drive safely please x
Martin: Always love x
“Who are you texting?” Your Dad’s voice snatched your attention. He arched his brows at you, his face clearly interested in the wide smile you had on your face as you looked at your phone.
“No one.” You lied. “I was just checking the time.”
“And smiling like an idiot at it?”
“What can I say, I get time away from you I’ll always be happy at that.” You gave him a smirk which broke into a small laugh. He followed suit, knowing you never meant that but he also knew you were lying about your reasons but he knew better than to press on.
“I will text you when I’m at the airport and when I’ve landed.”
“Be safe.”
“I will.” He blew a kiss to you as he got into the car, sending you a small wave as he left the house and headed back to Italy.
You’d always been close to your Dad, the love of football you both shared kept the bond alive. You’d travelled the world with him, watching him manage teams in different leagues and now you were back in London with him, the only change was you didn’t live in West London but North London. You’d still spoken to some of the old Chelsea lads your Dad managed but they didn’t exactly end on a good note so much like Martin, that was kept rather quiet.
Being so close to one another only added to your pain in keeping your relationship with Martin quiet. The pair of you never hid anything from one another and even if you tried it would always come to light a few days but not this secret. It was arguably the most challenging thing you’d ever done, having to lie to him for a year straight. One day he’d find out, you just needed to find a good time to tell him.
You never had to wait long for Martin to drive to yours after all, he was only a few streets away. That was an added benefit of dating him although you always had to keep an eye out for any Spurs players, god forbid one of them spotted you two together. Opening the door you were met with a wide grin and stunning blue eyes which always made you melt. You looked down at his hand and noticed he was holding a bunch of red roses.
“Cliché I know but red is better than white unless it’s on an Arsenal kit.” He winked before planting a kiss on your forehead. Taking the flowers from him you moved aside, letting him into your home. It was rare Martin ever got to be around for more than a few hours as your Dad would always be home or if the house was free Martin would be playing a match somewhere in Europe.
“You’re going to hate the colour my Dad wants the tree this year then.” Martin rolled his eyes at your words.
“You can decorate the tree then.” He gave you a grin. “I’ll be watching replays of our greatest wins against Tottenham.” You lightly shoved the boy as you shut the door, following his expression and grinning up at him.
“Shut up you’re helping.” You headed towards the kitchen to find a vase to put your flowers in with Martin trailing behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your back into his chest. He started to pepper you with light kisses on your neck, tightening his grip on your waist as you melted into his touch.
“When are you going to tell him?” He suddenly asked, turning you around to face him.
“I need to tell him soon it’s been a year.” Your voice dropped at your own words. “Christmas?”
“You think that’s a good idea?”
“Happiest day of the year for most people, maybe it’ll be ours too.”
“You think he’ll let you come to the Emirates on boxing day to watch me play West Ham?”
“Don’t get too hopeful Ødegaard.” The pair of you shared another smile. “I’ll tell him when he gets home from Italy, that way he’d got time to process the whole thing and the two of you won’t go up against one another in a match anytime soon.”
“I don’t care if he doesn’t like me, as long as you’ll still be mine.”
“Of course I will, I’m not going to throw what we have away all because my Dad can’t set aside some stupid rivalry.”
“It’s not a stupid rivalry -”
“You know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“It’s a very serious one Arsenal continues to win.” He smirked. “Think I might need to remind Conte that when I see him next -”
“If he doesn’t hunt you down first. He thinks you’re an incredible player Martin but that only makes him hate you even more.”
“You know I don’t care what he thinks about me, right?”
“You have mentioned it.”
“We’ll tell him after Christmas… or maybe just before.”
“We?”
“You don’t think I’m going to let you tell him on your own do you?”
Your smile grew as you leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips, Martin ducked his head down to deepen the kiss, his hands trailing down your body as he did so. The kiss grew hotter as your hands started to tug on the ends of his blonde hair. The pair of you eventually pulled away, your eyes gazing deep into one another's.
“Who knows maybe you can spend Christmas here.” You spoke, a playful smile tugging on your lips. Martin let out a light laugh, his head falling as he did so.
“I’m not spending it at this Tottenham house.”
“Fair point.” You laughed along with him before the two of you got to work on the tree.
You’d spent the entire time convincing Martin you couldn’t just switch out the colours to red and white but the gunner was adamant that he could make your Dad see reason. Eventually, the tree was decorated in navy blue and white, much to Martin’s disgust. The two of you decided to order a takeaway and watch Christmas films to pass the time. In the evening you’d both bake something Christmassy and then enjoy a joint shower to wash off all the mess you’d made but the sudden noise of your front door unlocking would ruin those evening plans.
“I can’t believe you’ve never seen The Muppets Christmas Carol.” You were laying into his side, empty takeaway boxes in front of you both as you watched the film.
“It’s the same as all the other Christmas Carol films-”
“No, it’s got the muppets in this version therefore it’s better than any other version.”
“What do they add to the original story that makes it better?”
“Comedic value and musical numbers.” You looked over at him with a smile on your lips. “What more could you want?”
He shrugged before leaning in. “I could think of a few things.” As your lips went to touch his the sound of a key opening your front door made the pair of you jump apart.
“y/n? My flight was cancelled so you’re stuck with me-” Your Dad went to finish but when his eyes fell on Martin and his daughter beside one another on his sofa his words got lost in his mouth.
“Dad I-”
“Why is there an Arsenal player in my house?”
“Dad please can we talk about this?” You rose from your spot, Martin copied your actions, his eyes glued to Conte.
“We are talking.” His voice was stern as his bags fell to the floor. His eyes darted to Martin’s and if looks could kill you were convinced your boyfriend would be dead. “Get out, we’ll talk about this when he’s gone.”
“Dad please-”
“It’s not her fault.” Martin cut you off. “Please can we talk to you about this?” Conte said nothing. His eyes just stayed glued to Martin. Your boyfriend took the silent hint to continue. “I love her, a lot. This isn’t just a fling or some shitty hookup, we’ve been together for over a year now and every day I find myself falling for her even more than I was the day before. I know you won’t like me because I play for Arsenal but I hope you can see past that for her. I just want her to be happy, just as you do.”
“Get out.” Your Dad stood by his words.
“Dad-”
Martin let his head fall in defeat before speaking. “It’s fine y/n.” Martin cut you off. He leant down and planted a kiss on your head. Martin grabbed his things before heading out the door, his heart racing at what had just happened. Part of him wanted to stay and have it out with your Dad but he knew better than to press on.
When Martin was gone, Antonio looked over at you and started to speak. “You two have been together over a year?”
“Yes. I wanted to tell you, we planned on doing it soon but we could never find the right time and I knew you’d be annoyed because he plays for Arsenal but-”
“Can’t you see he’s using you?”
You were taken back by his words, your face scrunching at what you’d just heard. “You can’t be serious?”
“Think about it y/n, he plays for Arsenal and he’s the manager's golden boy and now he magically ends up with the rivals manager's daughter? Come on y/n.”
“For once can you just separate football from this, please? I know it’s your life, it’s mine too but not everything is about football.” You looked away before meeting his gaze again. “If you really think that why wouldn’t he just introduce himself to you so he can get as much knowledge as he possibly can straight away?”
“Probably because he gets it all from you!”
“You think that’s what we talk about? Believe it or not, we have actual conversations that don’t involve a group of men running around in a rectangle kicking a ball around for 90 minutes.”
He let out a deep breath, his hands raking through his hair before he spoke again. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you’d act like this.”
“Do you not trust me y/n?”
“Of course, I trust you, Dad.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner? I thought we could tell one another everything?”
“Because you act like this. You act like he’s using me to get to you but he’s not. You try and put ideas in my head all because you want me to end up with Son or one of your other golden Spurs boys.” Tears formed in your eyes as you spoke. “I can’t help who I fall in love with and-”
“You love him?”
“Of course I do and because I love him I want you to accept him as my boyfriend just as you would do if I was dating any of the Tottenham players. Just because he plays for Arsenal doesn’t mean there’s any ill intent-”
“y/n please listen to me… no Arsenal player would willingly hang around with you-”
“With me?”
“No that’s not what I meant, y/n just listen-”
You didn’t want to hear the rest, why would you? Your Dad wasn’t going to change his mind. He hated the idea of you dating a footballer anyway but if you were he’d always made it clear he’d prefer someone like Son but even then that was a bit of a stretch.
You didn’t utter a word to your Dad as thoughts of Martin crossed your mind. When anything went wrong Martin was always there and you needed him now. Turning on your heel you headed to your room, packing some essentials before you grabbed your keys. “I need some time to think.” You uttered before opening the front door and clambering into your car.
Your Dad followed you, his figure standing in the doorway to your house as he watched you wipe your tears with the backs of your hand. You didn’t dare glance over to him as you pulled out of the driveway and headed to Martin’s. Although he normally came to yours there was the odd occasion where you’d stay at his. He had a drawer under his bed full of spare clothes for you and any products you used in your everyday life. If only your Dad bothered to learn about this side of Martin.
When the blonde opened the door his heart sank at the sight of you. Without uttering a word Martin pulled you inside, his arms wrapping around you immediately. For a while, you sobbed into his chest whilst he planted light kisses on your head and smoothed your hair down.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He finally spoke.
“I’ve fucked up.”
“No, you haven’t.” Martin pulled away, his hands cupping your face as he wiped your tears away. “Look, I shouldn’t have left like that. I should’ve stood up for you and at least spoken to him before I left you alone.”
“This isn’t your fault Martin.”
“It is partly. I was the one who continued to hide it away from your Dad when you wanted to tell him.”
“No, it’s not.” You planted a light kiss on his lips. “I just need time apart from him.”
“Well…” A smile spread across his lips. “I do need to decorate the tree in Arsenal colours.”
“Only if we get to finish The Muppets Christmas Carol.”
“Deal.”
—
For the past two weeks, you’d spent most of your waking hours with Martin, pushing what happened with your Dad to the back of your mind. You would attend Martin’s games which lead to a lot of talk with the press when fans caught you wearing an Arsenal shirt in his box. Conte did his best to avoid any talk of you, his anger still boiling up inside him at the idea of his daughter dating Arteta’s golden boy. Although his anger continued to shine, especially with Tottenham’s poor results he couldn’t help but feel an emptiness in the house. Without you, he was on his own and that feeling only got worse as Christmas approached.
It was Christmas Eve and Martin had just gotten home from training. The two of you were under a blanket as snow started to fall from the sky. The pair of you had your eyes glued to the TV which was currently playing The Grinch, your hands intertwined with his.
“Are you planning to spend Christmas with me?” Martin muttered into your hair before kissing your forehead.
“Of course I am.” You turned your head to face him. “Not exactly going to get up and run away now am I?” Martin leaned down and pecked your lips, his smile growing at your words.
“Perfect although I’d prefer if you were on good terms with your Dad. Have you spoken to him?”
“Nope.”
“Do you plan on it?”
“After Christmas.”
“Is it…?”
“The first Christmas without him? Yep.” A wave of sadness washed over you as you spoke. “No matter what team he was managing or wherever he was in the world we’d always be together for Christmas.”
“y/n this is all -”
Before Martin could finish his sentence his front door sounded. The pair of you glanced at one another before looking over to the door. Martin lifted you gently off his chest before making his way to his door.
“Were you expecting anyone?” You asked.
“No? Maybe Mikel needs something…” As he swung the door open he was met with the sympathetic eyes of your father. “Sorry, how do you know where I live?”
“Merry Christmas to you too Martin… I asked Arteta. I told him what happened and well, he was happy to help.”
“Brilliant.”
“Is she inside?”
“She is.” Martin leaned against the door frame as he spoke. “Do you really think she wants to see you? She told me everything… you really thought I was using her?”
“Can I please come in and talk it through with both of you?” A pitch of silence fell through the air. “Please?”
Martin knew you wanted it to be sorted. He could see how much it hurt you to be away from your Dad, especially at Christmas but he also knew this could all go horribly wrong and ruin the first proper Christmas the pair of you were spending together. Reluctantly he stepped aside and let your Dad in. He sent you a sympathetic look as you watched the familiar face walk through the door.
“y/n…”
“Hello, Dad.”
“I need to speak to both of you.” Martin walked back over to where you were sitting on the sofa, his eyes stern as he looked at your Dad. “I’m sorry for what I said to you both. I always let football take over my life, y/n knows that.” He gave a light smile your way before he continued. “I shouldn’t have let the rivalry between the two clubs get in the way of my daughter's happiness. As much as I hate Arsenal and especially Arteta’s golden boy it still wasn’t fair. I should never have doubted how you felt about my daughter Martin.” He let out a small laugh, “I can tell by the fans speak about you both that you treat her well.”
“Of course I do.” Martin sighed at his words. “Look, I get it. My Dad is the same with rivalries and so was I but the truth is football controls most of our lives but it shouldn’t control every aspect of our lives, especially the ones we love.”
“I’m so sorry.” Your Dad repeated.
“Me too.” You finally spoke. “We should’ve told you a long time ago-”
“I don’t blame you for not telling me. I understand why, look at what happened when you did.”
“You should not have found out that way.” You rose from your seat. Heading towards him with open arms. “I’m sorry Dad.” The pair of you wrapped your arms around one another. Martin stayed on the sofa, his smile growing knowing he’d finally been accepted by your Dad and now the two of you were finally back on track.
Both you and Conte pulled back. “How can I make it up to you both?” He asked.
“I have an idea,” Martin spoke up, a smirk growing on his lips. “Spend Christmas here with us, in the Arsenal-themed house.”
Conte looked between you both. No amount of grafting would get him out of Martin’s proposal. “Fine, as long as you two aren’t all over each other.”
“Can’t promise that sir.” Martin made his way over to you both, his hand extending for Conte to shake. “She does look good in my Arsenal shirt.”
“Watch it, Ødegaard.”
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can we have germany, france, england and north italy's reaction to being called pretty by there crush? thank youuu
G o d, we absolutely can
I'm at work rn but I'm on break sooo... here's another post lol
England • Arthur Kirkland
Without thinking, he scoffs at you with his arms crossed and gaze averted
While normally that kind of reaction would be considered rude, the blush on his lightly freckled face and tips of his ears are enough to tell you that there's no reason to be offended
Typically he's a lot better at dealing with compliments, but there's just something about them coming from you that makes him loose his cool a bit
Excuses himself from the situation
Because I feel like he'd be much better at expressing his feelings through actions, rather than words, he'd leave a coffee or tea at your normal seat the next day
France • François Bonnefoy
Oh, how sweet of you, he'll cherish your words
He's had romantic feelings for you for a little bit now, teetering on the edge of asking you on a date, and while he's never had issues flirting with you, your little compliment emboldens him that much more
Everytime he sees you, he gives you a new compliment
"You look stunning today", "your smile is gorgeous", and "You brighten the room just by being in it" are just scratching the surface
If he finds you responding positively to these remarks or even firing back with some of your own, he'll excitedly daydream of ways to ask you on a date (instead of paying attention to the World Conference)
Germany • Ludwig Beilschmidt
Cute? Him?
He's a muscular 6 foot something tall man, so he's never been called "cute" in his life
In fact, he nearly misses you calling him is all together, it almost goes over his head
But when he does realize what you said, he gets a bit flustered, a soft pink settling across his face
He doesn't quite know what to do with himself after the unexpected compliment and opts to reply with a quick 'thank you' in his mother language while subconsciously rubbing the back of his neck
He's quick to think of a reason to leave and, once he's away from you, he nearly kicks himself for his reaction and for not complimenting you back
North Italy • Feliciano Vargas
He knows he is, but he loves hearing you say it anyway
He likes you a fair amount, something he has done nothing to hide, so he takes your compliment as a possible reciprocation of feelings
He does immediately compliment you back on the first thing about you that catches his attention at the time
As a side note, he most definitely does whatever he did to get you to call him cute again
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I’m not sure if you write for Justin butttttt like the triplets have a friend and the reader is their older sister, an Justin starts to grow a crush on her…🫣
Clouded
Pairing: Justin Carey X Female Reader
Synopsis: Back home from graduate school, Y/N runs into her old best friend, and some feelings come up to the surface. Will these feelings be mutual??🫂
Warnings⚠️: None. This one was okayyy, but like Justin has me in a chokehold like let’s stop pretending he isn’t fine asf😁
Songs for the imagine: Misty- Lesley Gore, La-La Means I Love You- The Delfonics
Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And I feel like i'm clinging to a cloud
I can’t understand
Being the older sister meant being the babysitter when mom and dad weren’t home. Lucky for me most of college I avoided that, but I just graduated graduate school and moved back home while I looked for a better paying job.
It was weird having a brother 6 years younger than me because for a while we never got along, but like him and I could go drinking in a few months once he turned 21??
Anyways my parents gave me the summer off while they stood in Italy on a work trip as long as I watched my brother. I mean it was easy now that he was an adult I only set two rules: no parties and no girls over. For the most part I had a free summer back home in Boston. Oh how I missed home. I lived in Tennessee while I did the last 4 years of graduate school, and the south had nothing on up north.
The day my parents were leaving was the day my brother decided to crash his car and totaled it. The idiot was texting and driving and hit a tree. I’m honestly shocked he walked away alive considering he drove a car that was older than me. Nonetheless this made me his chauffeur which I hated.
“Y/NNNN LETS GOO I HAVE PLANS” he yelled from downstairs
“SHUT UP YOU TWERP” I yelled back putting my pants on
“YOURE TAKING FOREVERRRR” he yelled again
“STEFAN IM LITERALLY COMING DOWN, NOW SHUT UP” I yelled backed as I grabbed my phone and pursed and shut my light off walking down the stairs
“Ouuu someone’s getting all pretty for their boyfriend” he said ruffling my hair
“What boyfriend you weirdo” I said pushing him away
“Justin” he said laughing
“Justin? Your friend's older brother?” I said raising an eyebrow at him
“Yeah who else? Didn’t yall have a past anyways” he said putting his sneakers on
“Umm no we were friends, and then he got all weird on me senior year and I haven’t seen him since, that was like 9 years ago” I said grabbing a water bottle
“Ohh right weirded out by your obsession he chose to go to a different college I remember you didn’t like that” he said wiggling his brows at me
“You’re a little shit. I wasn’t obsessed with him” I said flicking him in the forehead
“Right and the sky isn’t blue” he said grabbing his overnight bag
“I’ll lock you in the house and drive away have fun getting nowhere” I said smiling at him
“Your threats don’t scare me anymore I could get to their house easily” he said smiling at me
“Yeah how? With your car? Oh yeah…that’s right you don’t have one” I said looking at him in a shocked way
“Fine you win this one” he said rolling his eyes
“Don’t I always” I said opening the door for him and letting him walk out
“I’m spending the night with the triplets, so you can just drop me off and then do as you please” he said getting in the passenger seat
“Sounds good to me” I said sitting in the driver's seat and connecting my phone to the aux
“Is Justin home?” I asked Stefan randomly
“And you say your were not obsessed” he said looking up from his phone
“Just answer the question dipshit” I said rolling my eyes
“I’m actually not sure. He never really came home during breaks or anything, so I don’t even know if he lives here again, or if he moved out of state” he replied
“Hmm nice to know” I said tilting my head a bit
“Why? Going to try and get him back?” He said looking at me
“What? No….I just haven’t seen him in so long I wonder what he’s been up to. I mean him and I were best friends that’s how you became friends with Chris Nick and Matt” I replied glancing over at my brother
“Yeah it is weird how yall just stopped talking” he said
“I never even got an explanation either. We grew up in diapers together and then one random Tuesday he just completely ghosts me” I said laughing
“Pretty pathetic” my brother said
“I know right” I replied
“Oh no not him…you…pathetic that you remember the day” he said laughing
“You’re such a dick” I said smacking his chest
“OW” he yelled grabbing his chest
“20 years old and you still haven’t changed one bit” I said shaking my head at him
“You know I love you” he said tickling me
“Stop weirdo” I said laughing
I had pulled up to the triplets driveway, and he texted them that he was outside. I got out of the car to hug my brother bye and told him to behave to which he replied he’s not a little kid.
“Y/N you’re home” Matt said
“Hey guys! Look at you you’re all grown up” I said hugging them
“It’s been forever” Nick said
“I know right, four years and now I’m back home for good, and my parents make me watch this numbnut” I said pouting at Stefan
“The same old Y/N” Chris said laughing
“You know uhh Justin’s back home too” Matt said looking at me
“Oh really? I haven’t seen him in 9 years” I said nodding at him
“Really? He just moved back too from graduate school he’s looking for a better paying job” Nick said
“Oh shit really me too” I said
“I can go grab him if you want to catch up” Chris said pointing behind him
“Oh no no don’t worry! I was just about to head out” I said
“Well alright I’ll let him know you stopped by” Matt said
“Yeah sure! Have fun guys and Stefan let me know when to pick you up” I said hugging him
“Alright” he said
They had walked into the house and I got back in my car. I went to start the car when my engine started to sputter
“What the fuck?” I said furrowing my brows, this is a brand new car???
I tried it again and sudden smoke started to come out from under the hood
“Holy shit” I said taking the key out
I got out of the car and popped the hood, coughing as the smoke clouded my senses
“Need some help?” I heard from behind me
“Uh yeah” I said turning around
Immediately my heart stopped and my eyes popped out of my head
“Justin?” I said tilting my head
“That would be me” he said laughing
“Sorry that was dumb…I’m just so shocked to see you. It’s been so long” I said laughing
“I know….you look good” he said smiling at me
“Thanks” I said
“Uhh your car” he said pointing at it
“Oh right…I mean I don’t know this cars brand new I’m not sure what’s going on” I said turning and looking at the parts
“Let me take a look” he said and walked over
Justin began to examine everything, and I slowly looked at him taking his appearance in. It’s so crazy how 9 years can change someone. He looked good and I hated myself for thinking about him in that way.
“Oh I found the problem” he said looking at me, snapping out of my trance I looked at his face
“Really? What is it?” I said
“You see that wire right there? It has a tear in it, but it’s an easy fix I can do it for you” he said
“Really? You’d do that?” I said smiling at him
“Well of course” he said nodding at me
He walked away and got some kit for cars as he began to patch the wire up
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I questioned
“What do you mean? I’ve always been nice” he said glancing over at me
“Mmm I don’t know. We grew up together and then one day senior year you just stopped talking to me, you acted like I was a ghost” I said crossing my arms over my chest
“Did I?” He said looking down at the wire
“Don’t play dumb I know you did it for a reason, and it hurt me” I said
“I guess we just grew apart” he said wiping his forehead
“Justin we made plans to go to the same college and the same graduate school, and then the same day you stop talking to me is the same day I find out you switched schools” I said blinking at him
“Well I got a better scholarship offer with the other school” he said looking at me
“Bullshit” I said scoffing
“No it’s true” he said finishing up the wire
“You got a full ride just like I did…your mom told me, so you deliberately switched schools and cut me off….why?” I asked
“I don’t know why okay” he said throwing his hands up in defense
“Yes you do Justin stop lying” I said
“Why does it even matter anyways? We're 26…..don’t you have adult things to worry about and not why we stopped being friends at 17” he said bluntly
“Asshole much?” I said shaking my head at him
“I’m not….it just doesn’t matter” he said
“Yes it does…what you did hurt me, and for 9 years my best friend of 17 years never gave me an explanation, and right now as we stand here as adults he’s pulling the most childish act of all by not telling me the truth” I stated staring him down
“Want to know the reason? Huh? You’re itching for it? That’s your issue you can never live in the unknown you have to know it all” he said looking at me and scoffing
“Yes Justin I do” I said stomping my foot down
“I cut you off and switched schools because I was so madly in love with you, and I could never have you because you never felt the same way. I sat for years watching you cry and chase over boys who didn’t care about you. I wanted to be that guy you chased so badly, and when I realized at 17 that I would never be that I put my big boy pants on and let reality sit in. I could not chase you to another school for another 8 years like a love sick puppy when you didn’t care about me that way.” He stated slamming his tool box shut
“I…I never knew that” I said my gaze softening
“I didn’t expect you to, you were so far up some other guys ass you couldn't see how much I loved you” he stated slamming my hood shut
“No Justin! I liked you too, but you felt unreal to me. You didn’t seem tangible. The cool guy that every girl liked….I let that school girl crush die a long time ago, and I shouldn’t have” I replied
“Why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve tried harder. I would’ve went to school with you like we promised” He asked in a whisper
“I tried….that day I went and walked up to you to tell you, and you walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. That day killed me. I realized I lost you forever” I said shaking my head
“I’m such an idiot….in love with you since I was 13 and I let you slip through my fingers” he said shaking my head
“It’s okay Justin” I said laughing a bit
“I feel like such a dick” he said laughing too
“I mean you were, but we were also 17, so it’s alright” I said
“Let me make it up to you” he said looking at me
“You already fixed my car that’s more than enough” I said smiling at him
“Speaking of which that tear in the wire was a perfect incision like someone did it purposely…” he said laughing again
“Stefan…” I said shaking my head
“He may be a dick, but he seems to be your wingman” Justin said
“I have to give it to him…I didn’t see that coming” I said giggling
“Smart kid” he said
“Very” I replied laughing
“You know I’ve always liked you like a lot, and I’m sure my brothers told your brother about my major crush on you” he said laughing
“Mmm he’s never told me, but I did raise my eyebrows a few times with the way they always wanted to run and get you so we could see each other” I said laughing too
“Our own little wingmen and we were so blind to it” he said
“It’s so crazy, but listen I have to head downtown and it was great seeing you and thank you so much for fixing my car I owe you” I said leaning off my car and taking my keys out
“Listen, don't even worry about it, okay! You being back in town is more than enough” he said offering me a smile
“Wow Carey you have a good way with words” I said looking back at him
“Didn’t I always” he said raising his eyebrows at me
“Mmm I suppose so” I replied opening my car door
“Well I’ll see you around then” he said nodding his head at me
“I mean would you like to come with me? I just have some errands to run for my parents it’ll be like the old days” I said
“Uhh yeah, yeah sure” he said nodding his head
“Cool hop in” I said sitting in the car
“Hop in? What are you 40” he said sitting in the car
“Shut up Justin….you're still the same” I said backing out of the driveway
“And so are you, always flustered when I tease you” he said poking me
“Back off” I said laughing at him
“I’m so glad we’ve got back together” he said looking over at me
“I agree” I replied glancing over at him
That day we spent together was amazing. We ran into town and reminisced on how we used to go out together to these shops all the time. I really enjoyed his company, and I couldn’t believe it took us so long to reconnect and talk about everything.
We sat on a bench downtown eating our lunch and just watching the scenery.
“You know I really really like you like a lot” he blurted out
“Justin you keep saying this” I said giggling
“I know, but I never got to say it, and it’s been on my mind for 9 years” he replied looking down
“You should’ve called or texted” I replied
“I know, but I figured you hated me, so I didn’t bother” he said to me
“Hate you? Never was I upset yeah, but I could never hate you” I replied eating a piece of my food
“I’m just sorry like I was such an idiot” he said shaking his head
“Justin it’s okay we were teenagers that doesn’t define who we are now” I said to him
“Yeah you’re right” he said nodding his head
“Plus you’re hotter now than back in high school” I said leaning over to him
“What” he said blushing
“It’s the truth” I said giggling at him
“You’ve always been beautiful to me” he said looking up at me
“Heyyy way to make me look like an ass” I said laughing
“No! Never” he said winking at me
“You think I’m beautiful?” I said shocked
“I mean who doesn’t? Everything about you is beautiful inside and out” he said taking a sip of his drink
“Thank you Justin” I said
He smiled at me while we finished our food
“So I say we head back?” I asked as I tossed our trash out
“Uh yeah that’s nice” he said
“And then you can give me a room tour” I said laughing
“It hasn’t changed much. I’m never really home” he said
“No? How come you’re back now” I said as we walked back to my car
“Mmm I heard through the grapevine you were coming back home and I wanted to possibly see you again” he said
“Who told you? My brother?” I asked
“No, my mom did actually” he said
“Mmm she always thought we were more than what we actually were” I said laughing
“I know, no matter how many times I told her no. I guess she still hopes we end up together” he replied
“I agree with her” I said as we got in the car
I had driven back to their house and went up to Justin’s room. It really has not changed at all.
“Even the bed sheets are the same from High school” I said sitting on his bed
“I told you I’m never home” he said shrugging
“You really came home for me?” I said shaking my head
“Uhhh well I also have a family too” he said shrugging his shoulders
“Right right” I said laughing
Justin had sat down next to me and I began to get nervous just like I did in high school.
“You really haven’t changed one bit” he said laughing
“What do you mean?” I asked looking over at him
“You’re still nervous everytime I sit next to you” he said bumping my shoulder
“Oh shut up” I said bumping his shoulder back
We looked at each other for a moment, searching each other's eyes.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked me
“Yes” I whispered
Justin crashed his lips to mine, and his right hand came to my cheek. Caressing it and rubbing my cheek with his thumb as our lips locked in a kiss.
I can’t believe it took me 13 years to kiss my best friend who I’ve been madly in love with since I was 13. I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.
We pulled away and looked in each other's eyes smiling, and I reconnected our lips kissing him once more.
Suddenly his door opened, and we broke apart.
“OH MY GOD” my brother yelled with Chris, Nick and Matt behind him
“STEFAN” I yelled
“spying on us?” Justin asked standing up
“Whatttt no” Chris said high pitched
“Yeah sure you weirdos” I said laughing
“Come on let’s go downstairs” Justin said
We went downstairs and spent the day with our brothers. Sitting on the couch in each other's arms as we watched movies.
His parents came home to see us in each other's arms, and were pleasantly surprised.
I guess falling in love with your best friend is a lot easier than you’d think…..
The End
Alrightttt hope you enjoyed this one. I was like mehhh about it IDKKK. But love yall 🥹🖤
-J💅🏽
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