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Sickness starters!

( as requested by the lovely @zalemoonshadow )

❝You aren’t looking so hot.❞ 

❝Maybe you should sit down.❞

❝I think I need to sit down.❞

❝Just take it easy today.❞

❝No – no. We’re going home, right now.❞

❝Can we leave?❞

❝You just threw up 3 times, you’re not fine!❞

❝I’m fine. I think I’m done now.❞

❝Just let me take care of you. Why are you so stubborn?❞

❝We’re going to the pharmacy and then we’re going home.❞

❝My stomach isn’t feeling so great.❞

❝I think my stomach is trying to digest itself.❞

❝I think I just need some sleep.❞

❝Will you stay with me tonight?❞

❝I don’t want to get you sick.❞

❝You’re gonna get me sick!❞

❝Holy shit, you’re burning up.❞

❝I can’t stop sweating.❞

❝I can’t stop shivering.❞

❝Are you ever not sick?❞ 

❝How the hell are you still conscious right now? Your temp is almost 104.❞

❝Urgent care or ER? Those are your two options. We’re not staying here.❞

❝Do you want some tea?❞

❝I made you some tea.❞

❝I’m losing my voice.❞

❝I couldn’t get any sleep last night, I can’t breathe out of my nose.❞

❝Oh my god, you sound like Roz from Monsters Inc!❞

❝Bathroom. Now.❞

❝Bed. Now.❞

❝I’m not taking that medicine, it’s disgusting.❞

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BERLÍN

THE COMFORT OF INEBRIATION lies in the feeling of invincibility his ice-cold touch always nullifies, the grip and gaze of a dying man, evoking sobriety easier than a bucket of water. No one is ever comfortable in his presence. No matter how drunk. Where the duress of his fingers starts to fade, letting go slowly, a sudden slap follows. Eyebrows raised, as if her STAGGERING awakened some sort of interest in him. That’s better, that is supposed to make her snap out of it and fight back. ❝ No. ❞ The only response Berlín gives, watching her come around step by step. Desperate measures. 

        Grabs her by the shoulder and drags towards the office door – a fancy one, with a couch. Not as much for Tokyo to rest but to stay GUARDED. A nod in the direction of the couch as his eyes fix on her. ‘ Shut up and sit ‘ written all over. Women like her need no shoulder to cry on, it’s the relief of DESTRUCTION they seek, rough treatment instead of tough love others can provide. His plan, scrapped from the archives of history, his best and worst memories brought back to haunt him to save her boyfriend – Río needs a talking to as well. By someone more compassionate. The boy has shown more dignity than her so far. 

        A cigarette case rests on the coffee table, a generous offer on his part. Something to soothe both their nerves, as gracious as he can get given the circumstances. The lighter clicks, a flickering flame jumping out to lick the paper edge. Exhale. Slowly. Count to ten. Then he finally looks at her again – CALCULATING the unlikelihood of Tokyo calming down. No way talking is a good strategy – the wild character on this one, never listening, never caring. 

        So he opts for a different strategy. The door locked behind them. There is nothing she can do that he won’t be able to handle. Let the storm pass, let it all unleash, FOR BOTH OF THEM. The silence between them is heavy, the air crisp, electrified almost from the uncomfortable tension. His own rage seething through every smoke-filled breath. Waiting for the hurricane to strike. Waiting for her to explode first. 

           &    IN    THAT    MOMENT    .    .    .    i knew i would do anything to kill berlín.

      grip loosens & for a split second tokyo thinks she’s won    –    only to feel a sharp pain blossom across cheek.    were she not so wasted    ,    a fist might’ve swung back at the assailant.    but it takes her a minute to register    ,    legs struggling to keep her upright as a hand drawing up to feel the warmth painting the left side of her face.    that’s certainly one way to sober the woman up.    jaw clenching.    dark irises darting from the ground to the annoyance of an aggressive partner.    it takes everything within her not to immediately pull away from his grasp    ,    feeling the muscles in her legs begin to recuperate from their numbed counterpart as she’s transferred into a separate room.    to give them some sort of privacy    ?    or to make sure no one saw when tokyo ripped berlín’s still beating heart from his fucking chest.

      one thought circles the robber’s mind when he finally lets go    :    lo voy a matar.    the bottle of vodka    –    no    ,    was it    –    tequila    ?    no longer feels pleasant against aching fingers    ,    knuckles whitening against glass.    attention shifts to the couch momentarily    ,    refusing to take a seat.    declining the offer to calm the negative energy between them.

      what little restraint tokyo had demonstrated disappears in nearly an instant.    everything about him ignites her nerves & when he locks the door    ,    the feeling of entrapment joins.    the silence is short - lived.    rage forming through hateful words.    ❛    ¿    qué coño es tu problema    ?    ❜    & with that    (    since she’s apparently grounded from drinking    )    the glass bottle takes leave of painted fingers    ,    arm pulling back to hurl the near empty container toward berlín’s head.

      this is what he wanted right    ?    to fight    ?    after all    ,    he is the one who threw the first slap.

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BERLÍN

     A SIP OF WINE ROLLED over tongue with adoration, a crooked grin follows, a spark of danger in his eyes dulled down by the shine of OPIATES. Pupils dilated as he looks at her. For two reasons, perhaps. No lo tomes como una señal de interés. ❝ Join? No. ❞ Laughs softly, almost TEASINGLY – unlike Río, he is set on following the rules, even if in putting him in charge el Profesor broke the code first. But if he has to be stuck here with a bunch of drunk kids incapable of taking the matters seriously, instead of MELTING GOLD, there must be something in it for him, too. 

     ❝  But, hedonistically speaking, if I had to choose a partner here, ese sería tu. ❞ His women have always been like his wine – exquisite, EXPENSIVE. Well-versed in arts in crimes alike. This, however, isn’t a marriage proposal, and he’s never been shy about his desires, stating them out loud. Openly checking her out on the very first day. ❝ Río is a bit too young for you, don’t you think? ❞ 

           .    .    .    OKAY    ,    MAYBE    HE    WAS    RIGHT.    just a little.

      the relationship with río isn’t exactly    .    .    .    exclusive.    the subject on the matter never really came up casually in conversation    ,    lips busy pressing against soft skin    ,    or bruised lips from the persistent collision    ,    messy limbs constantly intertwined.    this is just fun for tokyo.    any time the young man tried to press the subject    ,    the woman would distract him    ,    usually in the form of carnal desire.    he never really had the chance to establish what they were.    & more than likely she’d never allow it.    no relationships    ,    not real ones.    that much she can follow.    doesn’t mean she can’t explore.

      legs move prudently    ,    one hanging over the arm of the chair    ,    the other shifting simply to get more comfortable    ,    back pushing against the back of her seat.    the table still shields her dignity.    fingers walk the top    ,    admiring the little details of the counter before palm presses to her chest.    shock.    lips parted as eyebrows lift.    ❛    too young    ?    ❜    tone holds a mixture of offense & indulgence.    is he calling her old    ?    ❛    él me escogió.    give him a little pleasure before we go risk our lives.    ❜

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      this is your daily reminder : you're all beautiful.

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NAIROBI

@impulsivemoney· asked: “  you expect me to believe that ?  ”

“It actually is the truth.” Nairobi stated, looking at Tokyo in the eyes. “Wether you believe it or not, I don’t really have any other explanation than the one I just gave you.” The woman didn’t like to expand on her private life, so most of the time, she gave the basic information. Believable or not, Nairobi would’ve hoped that it would be enough for people. But she should’ve figured that with Tokyo, it would be probably more sporty to get away from this situation. “Shouldn’t we focus on the plan? I mean the heist is about to happen, I doubt that my private life is more important than The Professor’s plan.” She smiled awkwardly before lighting a cigarette. As she puffed a long grey line of smoke, Nairobi turned her head and smiled at Tokyo. “What about you? What would you do with the money?” Each attempt of changing the topic was good for the woman. “Where would you settle? What would you buy first?” She asked, smirking before keeping smoking and putting her sunglasses on. It was a beautiful day and for once, it was a free time for the group. Everybody was busy enjoying a moment for themselves. Nairobi appreciated that and definitely loved sitting outside and enjoying the few rays of sunshine. Spending the entire day in a room was definitely making her miss the sun, so whenever they could have a break, Nairobi would rush outside to get her Vitamin D for a few minutes.

           THE    CALM    BEFORE    THE    STORM    :    beautiful days outside    ,    playing games & enjoying ourselves.

      there’s something to be said about tanning in the sunlight    ;    hands sitting behind head    ,    staring up at the clear skies through a pair of sunglasses    ,    soft wind brushing over skin.    relaxation washes over the woman    –    over both of them it seems.    tokyo doesn’t do well with silence thought & maybe that’s what led to their conversation.    everyone is so evasive    ,    but there’s no harm in finding out small bits of information from one another.    they don’t have to all become best friends.    she doesn’t want to become too attached to these people.    ❛    your private life is very interesting.    ❜    the woman points out with a grin.    nairobi certainly is an interesting enigma    ,    one she plans on cracking.

      ❛    i    –    ❜    she hadn’t ever thought about what she would do with the money    ;    something along the lines of party all night & all day    ,    buy anything that would make life more exciting    !    or maybe she wouldn’t mind buying an island.    body shifts    ,    holding herself up with her elbows to get a look at her new partner.    ❛    queiro una isla.    where there’s only one rule    :    la fiesta never ends.    ❜    shoulders move playfully    ,    punctuating her need to excitement.    head tilts gently    ,    cheek resting against her own shoulder.

      ❛    we’re gonna have to be far from spain.    what’s your plan    ?    after the heist    ?    ❜

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La Puta Ama.

                This is an independent and mutuals only Nairobi (Money Heist) blog.                                                               

                                                        RULES  & ABOUT               

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what would y o u 𝗴𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 for ? you're wild . because they left you open . my darling . . . you've got some nerve to come back here .

          ──   𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗕𝗬 𝗡.

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berlín

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @impulsivemoney· 

    ANGER NESTLES IN HIS CHEST, the tension of the past day growing inside like a tumor no amount of smashed valuables could treat, venting the rage through bruised knuckles and shattered porcelain. This time, the FIRST RULE didn’t apply, and he of all people was supposed to stay professional. It failed. It failed miserably back in the monastery, the nights he spent outside the shared room with a glass of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes for company.

    But he never compromised the plan. Unlike Tokyo – and Tokyo never had the FUCKING RIGHT. Loud footsteps echoing off the walls of the bank as he approaches her, a hand reached to grab her shoulder and force her to turn towards him. Too drunk to even stand still, to maintain eye contact. Her gaze is HAZY, blurred. His is aflame. 

     ❝ ¿Qué carajo crees que estás haciendo? ❞ Her boyfriend dumped her, a pretty little LOVE STORY shattered behind these walls, a tragedy so profound Shakespeare would shed a tear. But Berlín – Berlín is no Shakespeare. The man who willingly sacrificed his own love story for the sake of the plan – for the sake of HERS, and she has no idea. She has no idea what hides behind the stone facade of his fake tranquility. Now it’s just white-hot rage. 

     ❝ Mirame. ❞ A grip of steel as he grabs her chin, eye contact established at last. Burning down to the core. Sobering. Truth is, he’d love to be drunk, too. 

      IT    WAS    ONLY    A    MATTER    OF    TIME    .    .    . before it would all go to shit.

      everything had gone wrong after río’s return    ;    a mess of broken hearts    ,    anger clawing at her veins like a rabid dog.    he had the audacity to break up with her    ?    who the fuck did little río think he was    ?    above them all    ,    too good for whatever chaos she’d crammed into their lives    –    it’s not like she was innocent in all of this    –    it was entirely her fault.    another robbery.    all because she couldn’t simply relax on a beautiful beach    ;    because the normalcy of the island    ,    the calm    ,    domestic life had never been in her cards.    tokyo    :    wreckage incarnate.    it shouldn’t have come as such a shock to the system.    why would anyone in their right mind stay    ?

      of course    ,    with heartbreak comes a mourning period.    a time to get shitfaced & complain about your ex to anyone that will listen.    denver.    too much of a pussy to explore the maserati.    plus he was married    –    right.    then drinking alone would have to do.

      honestly    ,    she can’t remember when the hard liquor started hitting her tongue    ,    bringing on pleasant delusions of invincibility    ,    as if her world hadn’t collapsed before her very eyes.    but once it started    –    it didn’t stop.    the faint voice of the others rings in her ears    ,    intoxication taking full control.    yeah    .    .    .    she might’ve had a little too much.    it’s the hand yanking her back into place that grounds her    ,    though her eyes can’t seem to focus on who’d pressed pause on her fun.    his voice though    –    shit    ,    she’d recognize that grumpy asshole anywhere.

      fluid movements go on hiatus    ,    body finally settling to simply stand there.    no swaying.    only a hand that reaches up & grips the crimson sleeve that belongs to the man    ;    fingers digging into the fabric in a failed attempt at getting to his skin    ,    nails burrowing    –    in part to keep her from fluctuating    ,    in part to make him let go.    a yank.    checking for a loosening hold.    it shows the drunkard how little control she has & it’s terrifying.    ❛    déjame.    cabrón.    ❜    words drip with poison.    warning.

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      @stovkholm    asked    :   “ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

      THERE’S    NOTHING    BETTER    THAN    SPENDING    TIME    WITH    FAMILY    !    if only we were meeting under better circumstances    .    .    .

      exhilaration tugs & pulls at features.    she wasn’t an original member of the family    –    like a long lost sister reunited after centuries apart    ,    she’s a perfect fit.    denver had done well.    the man – child seemed to truly be happy with her & she with him.    a shared child    (    though not biologically his    )    raised amongst happiness.    blood relations are overrated anyway.    tokyo’s own mother had sold her out to the police long ago.    family comes from shared experiences    –    aka    :    robbing a bank together.    & if someone joins on the way    ,    who is she to reject them    ?    no    ,    she’d trust her new family with her life.

      lips upturned    ,    she awaits her present.    irises hide behind eyelids    ,    nimble fingers shielding them to make sure she can’t peek.    she wouldn’t dare    !    that’d ruin the fun    !    consciousness tracks of the child sitting upon crossed legs    ,    keeping her company.    ❛    ¿    qué me compraste    ?    i didn’t get you anything.    ❜

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      @multimuse-rp    asked    :    “ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “ (from Rio)

           OH    PAPI    ,    THAT’S    REAL    CUTE.    i guess that’s how it all started    .    .   .

      lower lip scrapes softly against teeth    ,    hues focusing on the boy in front of her.    he’s cute    ,    much more adorable than her ex - partner    ;    far more innocent than anyone she’d ever been with in the past.    not necessarily a deal breaker.    it just means she’d have to teach him how to be a little naughty    –    & how fortunate for the two of them    ,    she’s an excellent tutor.

      they’re alone    (    & perhaps she’s a little tipsy    )    movement is slow    ,    deliberate as she leans forward on the couch    ;    hum slipping from parted lips.    she’d have to be stupid to not have noticed the way he looks at her.    it’s not quite the way guys glance her way    ;    no    ,    usually they’re thirsting for her.    río is    .    .    .    he’s different.    she can’t pinpoint how    ,    but he is.

      the distance closes between them    ,    head tilting against the other’s shoulder    ;    dark hues glancing up at her new buddy’s expression.    well    ,    he’s charming at least.    giggle pulls from vocal chords    ,    edge of lips pulling into a large grin    ,    digit lightly poking at his side with amusement.    ❛    you totally have a crush on me    !    estás enamorado de mí    ,    cariño    !    ❜

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berlîn

ELEGANT FINGERS DRUMMING a rhythm on the surface of the table, dark eyes squinted ever so slightly as he takes in the sight of her – he’s familiar with the type. Women like her are not unlike revolvers with a single BULLET in the chamber. Thrilling. Dangerous. Explosive. It would be a shameless lie to say she didn’t catch his eye. Hermosa y loca. No one would be able to resist – someone clearly didn’t. And he might still try. 

      A glass full of crimson cradled in his grip, he chuckles softly, an eyebrow quirked in response. Nonchalant as ever. 

      ❝ As long as it rocks you to sleep. ❞ Unlike his brother, Berlín isn’t up for a lecture on PARTIES in the middle of a very important mission. It’s nearly essential to live a little, now more than ever, more important to HIM than anyone else.  ❝ You do happen to realize than my room is right next to yours?  And since I’m not invited to the party, I would very much appreciate some peace and quiet. ❞  

           AH    –    HE    CAN    HEAR    US    !    i don’t care    –    actually    ,    it’s kinda thrilling that someone’s listening.

      bright smirk toys at cherry lips    ,    cup drawing near expression in a failed attempt to hide it.    liquor hits tongue    ,    pleasure resounding.    it pulls away    ,    neck twisting gently between pointer & thumb.    dark vision watches the fluid shift back & forth.    purposefully silent to seem as if she’s in thought    ;    attention drifts back to her new friend.    guys like him    –    it’s usually what she’s attracted to    ;    a slice of danger mixed with all kinds of immorality.    really    ,    río’s been the exception to the rule.    something for her to ruin with debauchery.    he’s good for her.

      ❛    nunca preguntaste    ,    cariño.    ❜    a feigned pout to show she’s sympathetic toward his cause.    poor berlîn    ,    having to constantly listen to her moans    ,    bed creaking ,    thumps against the wall.    ❛    are you saying you wanna join    ,    berlîn    ?    i could ask rîo    ,    i’m sure he wouldn’t mind    –    ah    ,    but what about el profesor    ?    se enojarâ.    ❜

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                          ❝  𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝖾́𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗂𝖾́𝗇 𝗅𝖺 𝖾́𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺. ❞

                                      INDIE, SELECTIVE ANDRÉS DE FONOLLOSA                                             OF LA CASA DE PAPEL/MONEY HEIST

                                                             robbed by lana

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      ❛    in the end    ,                        love is a good reason for everything to fall apart.    ❜

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      @hellmersmyopathy    asked    :    “ … is there something you want? “

           PEOPLE    DO    STUPID    SHIT    WITH    TIME    ON    THEIR    HANDS    .    .    .    or maybe that’s just me.    maybe i just get bored too easily.

      shoulders shrug in response    ,    seat taken across the table from the rather abrasive man.    they haven’t spoken much    ;    haven’t truly gotten to know each other.    deep down she knows he isn’t really interested in getting to know her.    whether it’s because el profesor told them all to stay distant    ,    or because he’s just an asshole is beyond her.    impulses have led her to río    (    something she’ll come to regret in the future    )    & in turn    ,    she’s having the time of her life    !    berlin needs to lighten up a little    :    mess around    !

      nails scrape across the table carefully    ;    digits taking hold of the bottle in between them    ,    opposing hand taking a glass.    (    they should probably clean up after themselves    ,    but who thinks about that while intoxicated    ?    )    ❛    no    –    vino    ?    ❜    head tilts gently    ,    smirk playing to plump lips.    crimson liquid begins to pour    ,    elbow resting on the table as chin sits upon open palm.    ❛    party a little    ?    ❜

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random sentence starters

random sentences for any / multiple scenario(s). change around as you see fit.

“ who do you think you are? “

“ wait , did you just say you love me? “

“ please just … leave me alone. “

“ i’m so happy! “

“ is this a gift for me? “

“ hey! i’ve got something for you! wait right here! “

“ i love you. “

“ shut up! shut the fuck up! “

“ who told you that?! i didn’t say that! “

“ w — what? “

“ … i’m sorry. “

“ what? ME have a crush on YOU? whaaaaaat?! haha! what? pfft … shut up! “

“ bitch , guess what? “

“ oh my god … “

“ fuck you to fucking hell! “

“ man … go to hell. “

“ what did you just send me? “

“ what did you just say? “

“ they’re totally checking you out right now. “

“ jealous?! i’m not jealous! “

“ are you jealous? “

“ wow … you’re hot when you’re angry. “

“ wow … your smile is breathtaking. “

“ you’re so stupid. “

“ okay! that’s it! put your dukes up! “

“ you don’t want me. “

“ question , you’re not dating anyone , are you? “

“ let me take you out on a date. “

“ i swear to god i’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “

“ no! don’t tickle me! “

“ i’m not good for you , trust me. “

“ no offense but i’m out of your league. “

“ so , how does it feel to know me? a blessing , isn’t it? “

“ … why does this card say ‘ happy 3rd birthday ‘? “

“ so what will it be tonight? “

“ please , let me listen to celine dion in the dark in peace. “

“ i don’t love you. “

“ you don’t love me. “

“ … is there something you want? “

“ you know , you’re really cute. “

“ god , just let me fucking love you , you idiot! “

“ shh … don’t cry. “

“ i just feel like everything is falling apart. “

“ DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE! “

“ hello darkness my old friend … “

“ so … do i get a goodnight kiss? “