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russianyaz · 1 year ago
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Calendario Copas del Mundo 2024: menos DH y menos Enduro
La UCI y Warner Bros Discovery con la ESO acaban de anunciar el nuevo calendario para las copas del mundo de todas las modalidades de MTB para 2024. Y si creías que no se podía hacer peor que este año 2023, pasa y mira. En Enduro, seis, sí, solo SEIS carreras como lees, cuando hasta ahora se habían hecho 8 con bastante normalidad. Pero espera, desaparece además las ebikes, no hay ni una carrera…
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bikeaospedacos · 1 year ago
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Calendário 2024 da Copa do Mundo de MTB confirma duas etapas no Brasil
UCI confirma duas etapas da Copa do Mundo de MTB em 2024 no Brasil
A Copa do Mundo de MTB 2024 terá 15 finais de semana de corrida com disputas de XC, DH e EDR, incluindo E-Enduro (E-EDR), em 10 países na Europa, América do Norte e América do Sul, sendo 6 novos locais. A Warner Bros. Discovery e a UCI (União Ciclística Internacional) divulgaram o calendário de 2024 da Copa do Mundo de MTB ou UCI Mountain Bike World Series. Uma vez mais, todos os principais…
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ghettogirly · 8 months ago
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headcanons for armando where his gf is like the total opposite of him? super bubbly, outgoing, friendly 😭 like grumpy x sunshine
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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!
𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬! <𝟑
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
-> theme: grumpy x sunshine w/ drabble
-> warnings: slight mention of childhood issues?
-> authors note: woiiiii, this is a good request! hope you enjoy!!
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-> you both have COMPLETELY different personalities.
-> armando is not a man of many words, only speaking when it’s necessary, preferring silence.
-> he never openly interacted with people unless he needed to.
-> so when people found out that your boyfriend was THE Armando Aretas, it was fair to say that they were confused.
-> i think you both were even confused with how this happened because how do two completely opposite people, cross paths?
-> you knew of his father because he is THE mike lowery, a respectable police officer in the force.
-> however, you was just a silly assistant, so when you delivered coffee to the team during their group meeting, you caught his eye.
-> you had this doll look to you, like you’re too precious to touch. which was definitely the opposite of his look.
-> and ever since then, he always looked out for you.
-> whether it was helping you do your errands around the office or dropping you home once he saw you walking down the street one day.
-> so when people found out about your dynamic with each other, they were SHOCKED.
-> even mike had a “what the fuck” type look on his face.
-> you was so friendly, always talking to people with big balls of energy. always being the one who saw the good in people, sometimes a bit naive but a positive person nevertheless.
-> he was the grump and you was the ray of sunshine.
-> it never would’ve been foreseeable for Armando to even have the patience to deal with someone like you, but, he did.
-> people judged you even for talking, let alone, dating the man.
-> everyone saw him as the mean, cold hearted, ruthless killer. but you was different, you saw him completely different.
-> to you, he was your sweetheart.
-> he hated that nickname. he never understood why she used it. thinking it was childish.
-> until one day, armando and you was lying down im their shared bed, your hands running through his hair as he hummed in pleasure.
-> “¿Por qué siempre me llamas cariño?”
-> The girl paused for a moment, before parting her lips and replying, “you’ve been through so much and besides all of that you still have a soft spot for people, wanting that little boy inside to be loved and have a stable family.”
-> that stuck with him.
-> she became the light in that dark world he was once in, always counting on her to bring him up whenever he felt himself going back down that dark path.
-> “soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”
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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
“soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”: It’s me and you against the world, my love.
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@shurisgf @milliumizoomi @deadpool15 @loakswifesworld @wizewhispers @5tarlan7 @thedarkworldofhananerea @sarcasticbitchsblog @amplifiedmoan
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muzansfangs · 1 year ago
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Byakuya, Ichigo, and grimmjow finding f! Reader naked?
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They accidentally see you naked.
Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Ichigo Kurosaki x f!reader; Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader;
Format: short imagines;
Warnings: nsfw, Ichigo is aged up and around his twenties, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, implied sexual tension on previous encounters, f!reader, unprotected sex, horny thoughts, language, fluff, rough sex, biting, suggestive themes, mention to kidnapping in Grimmjow’s part, shower sex;
Plot: what happens when you are naked and they accidentally walk on you, catching a full glimpse of your bare body in all its glory? Hormones cannot always be contained.
PART ONE | PART TWO.
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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Two weeks. You had been stuck in Las Noches for two weeks now. Not only you missed your family, your friends and your house, but you were frustrated over the fact that, apparently, you had been kidnapped only because you were Ichigo’s adoptive and older sister and Grimmjow wanted to irk his rival. Unfortunately for him, you had an attitude.
The day Grimmjow and Ulquiorra dragged you to Hueco Mundo, you were minding your business. It was such a serene night in Karakura Town and you had suggested to buy a cake in the nearby patisserie for enjoying a dessert with your friends. You had not even bothered wearing something nice. You were comfortable in your ripped jeans and sneakers. However, you knew that the t-shirt you were wearing could have drawn way too many glances. Therefore, you opted for wearing a jacket over it.
Obviously, you did not make it to the cake-shop. The sting on the side of your neck you suddenly felt as you crossed the road was a clear sign that someone had other plans for you. Your vision was blurry, but you could clearly discern the cheeky grin of the Espada that loathed your brother’s guts, as he stared down at you. The hot Espada, right. But that was a detail you were going to ignore for the time being.
You fainted several seconds after the impact, only to wake up in front of Aizen’s throne and find out to be the center of the attention of Hollows around you. The show was about to begin, though. As you started yelling at everyone how much you wished they all could explode like balloons in front of your eyes, Aizen simply ordered to give you a uniform and elegantly left the room. That decision was the cherry on top. Ulquiorra did not waste any precious time and handed you a white dress that matched the style of this ‘group of terrorists’, as you kept on calling them, but you scoffed and refused to wear it.
Grimmjow was not having it and thought and trying to unzip your jacket was a good idea. As you swatted his hands away, you had to eventually give up when he pinned your wrists above your head, as your back was pressed against the wall. The sneaky grin on his face, though, dropped as soon as the blue words printed on your white t-shirt came to his vision.
‘Blowjobs are jobs too’.
Your cheeks flushed up and Grimmjow let go of you in shock. But from that day he started to see you under a different light. You had always been pretty and he hated to admit how many times he had found himself fantasizing about how his hands could perfectly squeeze your ass as you bounced up and down on his shaft. He could not control himself and his lust for you grew with every argument you had.
The fact that you were a Kurosaki, even if you did not share Ichigo’s blood, made the whole deed even better. What a way to get back at his rival, if he could dig his claws into your flesh.
On the other hand, you were not indifferent to Grimmjow’s sharp features and abs. You hated to admit that he literally was your type and that you had wet dreams about him more than once. Getting to see him everyday in Las Noches was now driving you mad. You were glad Aizen had at least given you a chamber with a private bathroom. You had to admit that you allowed your mind to wonder and your hand to wander under the shower. His sharp canines, they did numbers on your mind and wished you could feel the way they grazed over your jugular. Just once, no one had to know about that.
Now, you easily got bored in the huge castle you were stuck in. You therefore asked Aizen if you could paint some parts of the walls in the hall that had cracked throughout the time. The stoic man had hesitantly agreed and now you were trying to keep yourself busy by painting over the ruined portions of walls in front of you. You were trying to balance yourself on the wooden ladder set against the wall, with a bucket of white paint in your hand and the brush in the other.
You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to watch over you, but you were confident about your skills. Additionally, you had probably underestimated the presence of Grimmjow a few feet away from you.
“Tsk, what the hell are you doing up there? Do you want to break your neck?” his hoarse voice pierced your ears, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. There he was, ready to taunt you.
You sighed and tried to keep your balance as you gave him a flat reply, your tone almost apathetic at this point “Why do you care? Mind your business”.
Grimmjow cocked his head to the side, his trademark smirk plastered over his face as her let his eyes scrutinize the way the tight skirt of your dress emphasized the curve of ass. A delicious meal for him.
“Nah, if you die, I’d lose my plaything. Come on, let me help you” he teased you, hoping to get a reaction from you.
Oh, boy, he definitely did.
Your upper lip twitched, your grip on the brush tightening significantly as you tried not to slip from the creaking rung of that stupid ladder “Excuse me?!” you practically hissed, dipping your head down to glare at him.
Grimmjow grinned and arched his eyebrow at you “You heard me. Get your ass down here, plaything”.
You knew you should have asked Ulquiorra to help you and now, as you scoffed in indignation, ready to fire back an insult at him, you realized that you were screwed up. You never got to yell at Grimmjow, no. A strained scream left your mouth, as the sound of the thin wooden plank under your feet snapping pierced your ears. You did not see that coming for sure and so you fell. Loosening your grip on the brush and the bucket, you squeezed your eyes shut for inevitable impact with the floor. An impact that neve came as you felt two strong arms embrace you and yank you towards a toned chest.
You hesitantly opened your eyes, mouth slightly agape as you tried to steady your breath, when the bucket ended up pouring its content all over you two. You would have loved to to thank Grimmjow, but the first you did as you felt the paint stick on your hair, naked portions of skin and dress was cussing.
“Fuck!” you groaned, as Grimmjow snorted too and let you back down on the floor. Obviously, he had been a victim of the falling bucket as well. Some paint covered his messy hair and part of his chest and uniform.
Seeing him like this, in addition to the fact that he had saved your life, made you crack up a smile and shake your head softly. You two were a mess.
“Don’t you fucking dare to say anything! Let’s get this shitty paint off of us before it dries!” he grumbled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and marching towards your room. You quirked your eyebrows up, wondering why he was leading you back to your room. You did not have spare clothes for him, just a bathroom and, if he thought you were going to strip in front of him, he was clearly wrong.
As he opened the door of your room and let you in, he took off his jacket and threw it on the floor, his hands already reaching down to unbuckle his belt, as you finally squealed out in shock and turned your back at him.
“Grimmjow, what the hell are you doing! Don’t you dare undress in front of me!” you quipped, clasping your hand over your mouth. That was so embarrassing and you could feel cold sweat collecting in the back of your neck.
“What’s up now? Never seen a cock?” he sassed, dropping his pants down and walking to the bathroom naked. Your blood ran cold and you did your best not to turn around. He had never acted like that. This time you found yourself speechless and you could not even send him to hell.
As you heard him turn the shower on, you sighed and grabbed a towel from a drawer. You hastily undress yourself and wrapped the pink item around your naked body. You waited for him to get out ot the shower, confident that he had not seen a single glimpse of your body. But you were wrong.
The panther boy accidentally saw your naked ass through the mirror in your bathroom. The open door had granted it the full view of the bedroom and now he was practically growling in the cubicle with a painful boner. No, it was enough. This time you were going to take care of the problem you had caused.
Grimmjow stormed out of the bathroom, not caring about covering himself and making you gawk at the scenery before your eyes. He tugged your towel away and kissed you passionately, not giving you time to process what is was happening. You barely did, in fact. Your brain slowly started to process what your own body was doing, when you found yourself into the shower with Grimmjow’s fingere buried into your core.
You wanted him. You wanted him so badly and as he bit onto the crook of your neck, thrusting his fingers into you, you moaned softly and closed your eyes in bliss.
“What happens in Las Noches stays in Las Noches” he purred in your ear, only to receive your sassy reply.
“It was Las Vegas, you ignorant cat” you breathed out, before he involved you into a fervent kiss that made your inner walls clench around his fingers.
‘Sorry Ichigo. I could not resist’ was your last thought before you reached your climax.
Ichigo Kurosaki.
Being Urahara’s adoptive daughter was a privilege. Life was great, really, but since your father had started training Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends things were messy. You had no time to rest and practically zero privacy. Your house and shop had been opened to Soul Reapers and humans, coming over to ask for help at any hour of the day. Including night, obviously.
Despite that, you had bonded with the entire group of ‘heroes wannabe’, as you teasingly addressed them.
Yet, there was one out of them that had caught your eye and it was not just for his appearence. Ichigo Kurosaki, the invincible guy that had rescued Rukia Kuchiki and was now trying to take down Aizen, was living rent free in your mind. More than once, while you watched your father teach him new strategies and help him improve his skills, you had found yourself staring intently at the way his muscular arms flexed every time he unsheathed his sword.
You had carved in your mind the way his t-shirt emphasized the outline of his abs and you had to avert your eyes from him, when droplets of sweat made his body glisten. Your mind was wild, you imagined too many things for your own good.
You often laid in your bed, eyes closed, back arching for waves of pleasure, at the thought of his sweaty face hovering over yours as he thrusted into you. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything else on this Earth. You wished to see the sweat beading his forehead up close, you wanted that sweat to scream your name. Things were heated, whenever your father ordered you to help him train.
A hand to hand fight was probably going to be the cause of your death, one day or another. Sometimes, as you fought, you ended up rolling onto the ground. His hot body against yours and those flames blazing in his eyes got you weak on your knees.
Once, you had ended up topping him. Your hand way laying flat onto his chest, as you straddled him. You were both sweaty, panting, your clothed intimacies pressed down against one another. In that very moment, as you tried to stand up and shifted your position, he groaned softly. You did not fail to notice the way his cheeks flushed, or feel how something was twitching underneath the fabric of his trousers.
That had happened a week ago and, since then, you were avoiding meeting him around your father’s shop. You were too embarrassed at the thought that you had practically felt his boner like that.
Now, that infamous morning, you were relaxing a bit into the bathtub. Urahara and the others had left for taking care of some business out of town and you had to watch over the shop while they were gone. However, you were too tired and stressed out to deny yourself some self-indulgent pleasure.
Some bubbles were floating in the air as you let the warm water and soap envelope your naked frame and you did not hear at all the door of the bathroom creak open. When you heard your phone buzz, you raised up in the tub, your naked back and ass in full display as you reached for your device.
But Ichigo’s eyes, oh dear, they went wide as he ended up toppling over a vase, as he stumbled into the bathroom. You were a vision, the emblem of perfection, and he clasped his hand over his mouth in shock, as the sound of the object shattering on the floor made you both flinch.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” he fretted, panicking as he tried to cover his eyes.
You, on the other hand, had dropped your phone on the floor too and had hastily slided back into the tub to hide your naked form from him. It was such a pleasurable nightmare!
“Ichigo! What the hell are you doing here?!” you blurted out, hoping a supermassive black hole could suck you in right on the spot.
“I was searching for Urahara!” he defended himself, turning his back at you and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“In the bathroom?!”.
“Oh shut up! I needed to use the bathroom too!” he snapped back, not knowing what to say anymore.
There was no way out from the carousel of shame and awkwardness, therefore you took the matter in your hands and quickly grasped a towel, hopping out of the shower and wrapping it around your body. You needed to get out of there as soon as possible.
As your shoulder brushed against his, though, Ichigo squeezed his eyes shut for a second before pinning you against the wall and kissing you out of the blue. You inhaled sharply, not expecting it, but, as soon as you collected yourself from the shock, you kissed him back and tangled your fingers through his spiky orange hair.
It was a kiss full of hunger, just like his hand, slipping underneath your towel and searching for your folds. You moaned softly against his lips, raving into the longed sensation you were finally experiencing.
“Let’s hope your father doesn’t come home earlier now” he rasped, plunging his fingers into your core as you lolled your head back against the wall in pleasure.
“If he does, I’ll tell Aizen how to fucking use that stupid device at his full potential” you joked, smiling against his lips.
Thinking about it now, you were so glad your father had messed up your lives with Ichigo’s group of friends.
Byakuya Kuchiki.
Drenched in sweat, you were running up to the Kuchiki Estate. Training under the scorching sun for hours had truly drained you. Yet, you were determined to get stronger and help to fight Aizen and his crew of Arrancar. When Rukia had suggested to Orihime to visit the Soul Society and spend some days together to hone her abilities, you had decided to join them.
It was your chance to put yourself to the test and, actually, even an excuse to see the new friends you had made in the Seireitei. However, you had to be honest to yourself and admit that there was one special person you wanted to see again. You had hated his guts, when you first met. It was a miracle that he had not slashed your chest open too when you tried to prevent Rukia’s return to the Soul Society. Yet, things had changed.
Byakuya Kuchiki was not only a cold-hearted, stoic and sophisticated man. He was much more than that and you had started to see it too.
He was not much of a talker, but he was handsome as hell and he had even offered you his help in trying to become a better Sobstitute Shinigami. You naturally found it odd, but you were in no position to refuse his help. However, the recent events had forced you to part ways again and you had missed him too much not to come back to the Soul Society and see him again.
Throughout your permanence, Rukia was allowing you to sleep over at the Kuchiki Estate but, much to your dismay, you never crossed paths with him. Not even once. It was horribly ironic, but you were partially glad he could not hear your soft moans in the dead of the night, when you touched yourself thinking about him and how his hands rested on your hips when he adjusted your position during a training session.
You missed his touch, his cologne, the way his chest grazed over your head when you were that close. Whenever he scolded you for being too distracted, you had to bite on your tongue not to blurt out that it was his fault. Your close proximity truly made your grip on your katana falter. He was messing with your head in a way you could not fully comprehend and you wondered if he was conscious of the way he affected you.
Now, as you stormed into the room Rukia let you sleep in, you quickly started taking off your uniform. You craved a shower and some fresh clothes more than anything right now. You dropped your pants to the floor and you quickly took off your shirt as well, as you already imagined the way the hot water would have made your aching muscles relax.
But as you finally reached behind your back to unclasp your bra, someone had returned to his Estate. His feather-like steps could not be heard at all and you simply discarded your bra too, sighing in relief as your breasts were free from any restriction. You were still humming in satisfaction with your eyes closed, when the door of your room slided up and a gasp of shock left Byakuya’s lips.
He was for some reason unable to move, his eyes locked on the curve of your breasts, staring at your nipples as if he was admiring some greek statute of a goddess. He cursed himself for his lack of decency and he felt mortified as you opened back your eyes and you met his gaze.
“Byakuya!” you squeaked out, cheeks heating up in shame as you grasped your shirt anf tried to cover your upper body from his eyes. Honestly, you had never felt that ashamed in your whole life.
The Captain of the Sixth Division cleared his throat and averted his eyes from you, his body clearly reacting to the vision he had just been blessed with. He could not pretend he had not seen you like that and, obviously, you would have never forgotten such an indecent accident. There were plenty of things he could say, but just one thing he wanted to do.
He slowly darted his eyes back on your frame, his lips slightly parted as he walked up to you. With every step he took towards you, your heart skipped a beat and your legs quivered. You could not read his mind, but his body language was pretty clear at this point.
His hand gently grasped your wrist, inviting you to loosen your grip on the shirt impeding him to admire your chest and, under the spell of his touch, you obliged his request. As the item fell at your feet, Byakuya grasped your chin and made sure you kept the eye-contact with him as he gently captured your lips with his ones.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as, standing on your toes to reach his lips better, you returned the kiss with equal hunger and gentleness. His hands, however, were already exploring your body.
The Captain definitely knew what he was doing as he took your nipple between his index and thumb, pinching it softly and massaging it with a mastery of a man that had been married and knew how to please a woman.
As the first moans were elicited from you, Byakuya stroked your cheek with his free hand and let you lay down on the futon underneath him “Please, allow me to have you. I promise I’ll make sure you are comfortable with me” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.
And that, my dear, was an oath he stack up to through the rest of the evening.
TAGS: @byakuyawifey
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gallusrostromegalus · 8 months ago
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Does Nobody chat it up with other deities from other sectors? Or are they kind of a hodge-podge of all deities all at once?
No, because Nobody is functionally the Life Machine's uterus and placenta.
The Life Machine itself, however, is very aware of, communicates with, and even has *Romance* with the neighboring Life Machines.
The AEIWAM Life Machine is really something akin to a Sixteen Dimensional Elder God that is also A Barnacle. It's sessile in it's peculiar cross-sections of reality, anchored to Earth in the localities of the greater Hiroshima Prefecture in Japan, The Black forest of Germany, parts of the Chihuahuan Desert in the US and Mexico, and most recently, the entirety of the London Metropolitan Area encircled by the M25 London Orbital Motorway, and curiously, it's Spirit-world equivalent location, Reverse London.
What's odd about Reverse London is that, unlike it's Soul Society, Schwarzwalden and Hueco Mundo, you can't actually get to Reverse London from anywhere in Spirit World.
If any Shinigami wants to visit their colleagues in Wing Bind/the NDMA, they have to go to the living world in a gigai, get on a fucking plane, actually enter Regular London, locate one of the portals, and from THERE they may enter Reverse London, provided all their paperwork is in order. The same is true of any witch that wants to visit soul society- they must first fill out a mountain of paperwork, get on a plane to Japan, physically enter the Hiroshima prefecture and make contact with a Shinigami there to open a portal into soul society.
It makes schlepping across the Dangai or Garganta look like a breeze!
What's going on is that Each Life Machine only impregnates and gives birth once. The other Life Machines covering Earth offer their neighboring Machines choice pieces of themselves, not unlike a male octopus tearing off his Spermatophoe limb for a female. If the proffered piece of reality is acceptable, the recipient Life Machine takes it and embeds it into her own matrix, and uses the sample to create her daughter.
The Current Life Machine is the third in her line. The first was based only in Japan, but then received the Chihuahuan desert from her mate. The second one drew souls associated with both regions, and eventually received the Chihuahuan desert from her mate. She gave birth and passed on about 35,000 years ago. About 2,000 years ago, The Current Life Machine accepted London and Reverse London into her polydimensional body in exchange for Mount Dogo and began building her daughter by creating Nobody to oversee that process.
To put it another way, one God jizzed London into another God <3.
The reason Reverse London isn't accessible via spirit world is that it's not fully integrated into the fetal Life Machine yet. If things had gone according to plan, souls could start to travel between Reverse London and Spirit World in about 2450, but ah. The whole small-g-godslaying thing. So now it's sort of integrating itself at random, which is more than a little dangerous because the Dragons and other ectofauna of Reverse London are nothing like Spirit World has ever seen, and the hollows and Yokai of Spirit world the same to Wing Bind. Strange Things have been appearing in the outer districts of the Rukongai for some time now- Aquatic horses with a taste for flesh, Ominous black hounds and Strange Women in Ponds. In Reverse London, there are reports of Foxes being even Cheekier than usual, going from petty theft to Bank Fraud and Crypto currency trading.
As for the assorted Gods of this and other worlds- No two Life Machines operate with the same internal logic, so while the AEIWAM Life Machine has it's Hollows, Yokai and Kami, other life machines are operating under entirely different rules, so who knows what is running around elsewhere.
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paprikashpannash · 2 months ago
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Leo Valdez NSFW Headcanons
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AGED UP! ----
-He's a switch -I'M 100% SURE -He loves to make you feel good but also loves when you take control -Would feel pretty nervous at your first time, but he warms up for the next time -Would defintiely tease you but careful to don't cross any line -Or if he does, then he will apologise quickly -There are three options with him -He's on top and the whole thing would be giggly and playful -You're on top and the whole thing would be passionate -Or he's on top again but the whole is just super sweet -Would call you carino (sweetheart) or mi mundo (my world) -He would try to crack a few jokes here and there -HIS HANDS ARE EVERYWHERE -He's also a boobs man -I just know it -Doesn't matter the size, he just loves it -Probably because it's soft and can feel your heartbeat if he lays his head on it -Would leave hickeys all over, but mostly on places where you can cover them -But sometimes he aims to leave them on noticeable places -He just wants to show everyone how lucky he is that you're his :c -Would treat you like you could break at any moment -If he gets too excited, his body temperature might become warmer -Also maybe his ears are going to catch on fire a little -He's a pretty implusive person so he does what his heart tells him to -PRAISE HIM AND HE DOES EVERYTHING TO MAKE EVERYTHING FEEL EVEN BETTER -He's such a sucker for praises -He sometimes degrade you, but makes sure you know he doesn't say it to offend you -"Oh, you like that?" -NCKHDFBIFDJHDSFHSD -I'm fine gwenchana gwenchana (I hope you know this meme LMAO) -CALL HIM AMOR AND HE GOES CRAZYYYY -Would cling onto you -He prefers giving over recieving -He just doesn't get it how does someone as perfect as you are dating with him :c -Keeps kissing you -His aftercare is about cuddling and just chilling, calming down from the things -And he will def fidget with something while just laying there with you in his arms
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alessiathepirate · 2 years ago
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Resident Evil 4
CLUELESS: Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
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Summary: Five times they were sure they weren't dating and one time they weren't. OR: Luis, Ashley, Ada and Krauser having enough of how oblivious and clueless they are about their feelings.
Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.
Warnings: swearing, violence, my Spanish (if I used something in the wrong context please feel free to tell me so I can improve), Luis being the number one fanboy and Ashley being best girl
•••
Prince Charming and his señorita
"Tell me señorita, are you and Prince Charming a thing?"
She looked up at Luis with furrowed eyebrows, her face full of confusion. She examined his gestures and the way the muscles around his mouth moved, forming a small, knowing smirk.
"Why? You want to take me out on a date or something?" she asked, quickly falling for the assumption that all Luis wants is to know if she's single so he can continue his flirting, hoping the one liners will magically work.
But then again, she thought, he'd still do it without remorse.
So what does he really want with that question?
"I'd love to cariño, but not with a señorita who's already taken."
"I'm not. Do whatever you want with that information."
She turned away from him, continuing her search through the small villa in hopes of some extra ammunition. She opened a drawer, but found nothing other than some old photos.
"I don't believe you, cariño." Luis said, suddenly breaking the silence.
She slammed the drawer shut in frustration and looked at him, trying to keep her cool and not get annoyed at his antics. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.
She should've gotten used to his teasing by now, but it was impossible to do so. He always found something to talk about, question her about and annoy her about. And now that she was afraid her partner and the president's daughter got hurt in some way after they got seperated, Luis's teasing just crossed a line.
"Look, 'cariño', I don't know why you have to annoy me with literally everything all the time, but I'd appreciate it if you stopped." she pleaded slowly, hoping he'll just stop.
"Oh, there's nothing to feel ashamed of, mi vida. Love is a beautiful and natural thing." he continued on, as he leaned against the wall, looking at her with pure naught. "Besides, I'm sure our Yanqui feels the same way... Deep in love, you know, I'm sure it sounds familiar."
She turned away, this time to hide the slight blush that appeared on her face. Thinking about Leon like that made her stomach feel like it's doing acrobatics.
"No one looks at another person like that without being in love. And our Leon looks at you like tu eres todo su mundo."
She turned to look at him quickly, wanting to ask what he meant when he said that - and when Luis noticed her pink cheeks he just smirked.
"Aw, look at that blush! You for sure look you're not in love cariño."
"Shut up!"
"Really? You want me to? How will you let him know your feelings without my advice, ey?"
"Like I'd take your advice."
"I'm not saying you have to," Luis started to explain himself. "I'm just saying I'm your best option."
She just rolled her eyes shamelessly, but Luis didn't seem to care.
"Now- with a boy like our Leon, the best thing you can do in your situation is to make him j-"
She'll never know what he really wanted to say, because in the next second loud noises were coming from outside and both of them ran to the nearest window to figure out what was going on. The moment she realized Leon and Ashley were running towards their hideout as hoards of Spanish undead were chasing them and shouting at them, she ran towards the door, opening it without thinking twice.
"This way!" she shouted.
Ashley was the first to arrive and she gave her a short hug as she waited for Leon to get inside. When they were finally able to close the door behind themselves, she felt two strong arms quickly wrapping themselves around her shoulders and waist, and the next thing she knew she was hugging Leon like there was no tomorrow.
"Are you okay?"
"Of course I am."
"You sure?"
And even if in the next moment Luis was stuck between the wall and a very upset Leon Kennedy, he still sent a smirk her way, as if he'd say: "Sure, princesa, you two are just business partners with heart shaped eyes."
•••
The way they act around each other
"Can I ask you something?" Ashley asked as she was sitting on top of a barrel, dangling her feet as she watched Leon at the shooting range.
"Of course."
"This may sound a little weird, but- are you and Leon dating?"
She turned to look at Ashley as if she just grew another head - what in their situation was quite likely to happen.
"Excuse me?"
"Are you in a relationship with him?" Ashley asked again, examining the ways her expression changed as she waited for an answer.
"I understood what you meant the first time, it's just- what makes you think that?"
"The way you act around each other." Ashley started to explain as she looked back at Leon, who shot a cutout of a pirate in the head. "He always makes sure you're okay and you always check if he has any new bruises."
She leaned against the barrel Ashley was sitting on as she looked at the man they were talking about as well. She watched as his muscles tensed up a bit everytime he pulled the trigger, she watched as he bit his lip in concentration when the target was further away and she watched as his eyes followed the bullet's movement. She bit her lip as her heartbeat got quicker at both the sight and thought - the thought that every single person in Spain seems to think they are dating.
"I care about him."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"He seems like a great guy."
"He is a great guy." she said, knowing she's saying the truth. Whoever Leon'll date in the future - that girl will for sure be a lucky girl.
She couldn't help but giggle as Leon turned towards them with a satisfied little smile, being proud of himself that he just beat his own highscore.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
"Oh, it's on!" she smirked, accepting the challenge.
She ran up to the shooting range, leaving a confused, but happy Ashley behind. She could literally feel her gaze on them and she could heard her thoughts saying: "They are really cute!" - she shook her head, getting those thoughts out of her head. She needs to focus if she wants to win.
"Handgun?"
"Handgun."
Leon smiled as he put his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeez, causing her to almost choke on her own saliva.
"Let's see what you can do."
As she rose her gun she could hear Ashley saying "Leon, can I ask you about something?". She missed the first shot when Ashley asked "Are you two dating?", because her heart skipped a beat and beacuse she had to force herself not to look at Leon's expression.
•••
She should keep her boyfriend on a leash
"You should keep your boyfriend on a leash." she immediatelly stopped what she was doing when she heard the very familiar voice of Ada Wong, the woman who was there the night her life became horrific. "He likes to get himself in trouble."
"He's not my boyfriend." she said her voice becoming higher from the annoyance. "And I'm sure he can make his own decisions."
"He clearly can't if you're still not together." she heard the noises of high heels meeting with the wooden floor from behind her and she was sure Ada was walking towards her.
"Where are they?"
" 'They?' " Ada asked and she hated how her voice was full of pride, meaning she knows more than she does. "They got separeted half an hour ago, so now Leon is looking for the both of you."
She turned around, looking at Ada's features hoping they'll give her an explanation to what's going on. But she couldn't read anything off of her face, it was stone cold with a bit of teasing naught.
"So what, you gave Leon a surprise visit as well?"
"No need to get jealous, he didn't give me the welcome I expected."
"What can you expect in a situation like ours?"
She didn't get an answer to her question.
"Leave the girl and get out of here as soon as you can. So maybe you two can finally go on a date." she almost shouted out in frustration, but stopped herself from doing so just in time. "But please, be brave enough to make the first move, because he won't."
For the first time since forever she became speechless and didn't even think about shooting Ada in the leg when she climbed out of the window.
•••
La misión
She almost punched Luis in the face when he touched her shoulder, scaring her and causing her well trained reflexes to react. She stopped just in time, missing his cheekbone by a thread.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Just Luis, mi amor."
"Do you want to die or something?" she asked, not knowing if she meant it as a threat or as a free life lesson.
"Not really, cariño." he answered as she let go of him and took a few steps backwards. "Now tell me, how is la misión going?"
"What mission? Ashley is fine with Leon-"
"I meant our mission, princesa, how are things going with Leon?"
"Oh my God, why do you hate me so much?" she whispered the poetic question as she hid her face in her palms.
"Any success with the confession yet?"
"Can we just stop talking about my love life?"
"Not really, cariño, since we only share this mission together. After that you're on your own."
She chose not to answer and decided to take a look at her surroundings. The other door was locked, she checked it just before Luis arrived, so she had to find another way around the castle if she wanted to reunite with Ashley and Leon. God, she really hoped they are okay, there are some strong enemies around here.
Five seconds. She left Luis unsupervised for five seconds while she walked up to a window deep in thoughts, and Luis has already gotten bored. And in his boredom he decided to give Leon a call.
"Luis, where are you?" she could hear Leon's slightly annoyed voice through the trasmitter.
"Sorry I, uh, I screwed up." he started in a quite serious tone, but then glanced at her and smiled. "Come to our rescue Prince Charming!"
"I'll show you charming!" she almost laughed at his anger. "Wait, what do you mean 'our'?"
Luis turned the transmitter towards her, so Leon could get a clear view of her standing in front of the window. She just furrowed her eyebrows, having enough of both Luis and the situation.
Leon looked both frustrated and confused as he looked at her. She sent a smile his way.
"I met up with your señorita, Sancho. We might as well continue our adventure together, sí?" he turned the machine away from her. "Meet us in the Ballroom and don't be late! Or I'll be the one asking her for a dance! Nos vemos!"
As she looked at the man acting like a child, the only thought she had was: "I should've punched him straight in the jaw."
•••
The rookie kept his girl scout around
"I see you kept your girlfriend around, rookie."
That was the last fucking straw. The last fucking person she wanted to hear that sentence from. If Leon doesn't grab her hand, she would've shot Krauser in the face - and it's not like she's stupid. She knows it wouldn't kill him, but she'd enjoy the feeling of looking at the damaged muscles on his face.
Luis should be the one teasing them. He should be the one walking with them, telling them every five seconds how cute they are and how beautiful amor is. Not that asshole...
She wanted to shout at him, scream at him in anger and sadness, but Leon's grip on her stopped her in that as well. She looked at his face, questioning why he's holding her back when Krauser killed Luis in cold blood for absolutely nothing...
"Don't let him get in your head..." was all he said, as he kept a firm hold on her and they started to walk among the ruins.
"Oh, you're worried about the girl, is that it?" Krauser asked as he played with the knife in his hands. "No, I don't think that's it. I think you're worried about another girl, am I right? You're worried about your girlfriend even though she went through the same training as you. But that's just like you. You always had poor judgment."
She saw how Leon's jaw tightened and it was her turn to keep a firm hold on him, not letting him fall apart.
"But if you think I'm gonna let you out of here alive... you're even more naive than I thought." she was pushed to Leon's other side, further away from Krauser. "You can't save her. You can't save anyone."
She could feel the tension in his body grow and in a last hopeful chance to calm him down she said: "Come on, Leon. 'Don't let him get in your head.' "
"Or do you think you can save the girl scout?" for a short second their gaze met and she wished she could spit at him from this distance. "We both know she wasn't the best in hand-to-hand combat."
"Give it up, Krauser!" Leon acted on his anger so suddenly, that her heartbeat quickened from the sudden fear. "Being a lackey for these maniacs won't bring your men back. And what the Hell for? Revenge on the goverment? You think they would want that?"
She could feel the cold running through her back, the feeling of close danger sharpened her senses. She kept her gaze on Krauser, not daring to blink, afraid that she'll miss the first attack.
"Revenge? You think I'm doing all this for revenge?"
"Isn't that what this is all about?"
She stopped listening to what Krauser was saying and rather focused on his body language. She saw how with every word he says out loud his shoulders become more tense. Some kind of slight anger was about to overtake him.
So what? Let it. She's always liked to fight him when he was pissed off, because then he made more mistakes.
"You know," she started. "you were always an asshole. At least you were a honored one in the past... now, you're simply just an asshole."
She felt Leon's body tense up at her words and she realized he's afraid Krauser will hurt her.
"Enough reminiscing!" this time he couldn't hide his frustration. "Move out and draw fire, soldier!"
She reacted quickly, pulling Leon behind a broken column long before Krauser started to fire. As she sat there, she pulled out her handgun and then put her knife in her shoe. Knowing their ex-major, she'll need that more, but it's better to use that as a surprise.
"Next time, try not to piss him off."
She turned to Leon with a half smile. "What? You think only you can do that, rookie?"
"Stop it!"
"Come on!" she teased with a small smirk. "I know you love it when that name is coming from me."
Leon couldn't hide how his mouth wanted to form a smile. "I let you call me that. Now let's go and kick his ass!"
"Oh, I feel honored!" she said as she got to her knees and shot her first bullet from behind the column.
•••
Fear makes your heart feel full
She felt like her heart stopped beating for a few moments when Leon fell to the ground and it didn't take more than half a second for her to join him on the floor. She landed on her knees as she pressed one of her hands to her chest tightly, still feeling the pain the machine caused as it removed the plaga. The fear that flooded her mind made her numb, her breathing became heavy as she looked up at Ashley and asked her to help her get him up in the medical chair, so they can get the plaga out of him as well.
And now as she sat next to him, holding his hand as she waited for him to wake up she felt like nothing else matters. She won't take a single fucking step without him.
"He'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Ashley said who has found a chair close to them.
"I know." she muttered and she had to swallow, because her mouth felt dry. "I know he will, I'm just- worried about him."
She examined his features, looked him up and down to make sure he's okay - and when she realized he seems calm and relaxed, she felt like she can breath again. Only moments ago he was in pain. She could see it on his face, the way the muscles around his eyes and nose moved... But not anymore. Now he seems to feel better. His cheeks aren't red and the black veins disappeared as well.
"Ashley?"
"Yes?"
"When- when you thought we were dating... You spoke about this, didn't you? How we take care of each other..." she felt her heartbeat quicken as she muttered the last few words.
"Yes, this is what I was talking about."
She looked at Leon again, feeling the pure need to hug him and keep him close so she could feel the heat radiating off of him and feel the way his body is moving with every small breath.
"I don't think I'd be able to feel like this about anyone else... Not even in a relationship."
She could see the soft smile on Ashley's face and for a moment she saw the both of them in a café back in the USA, talking and laughing about nothing at all.
"He's not just a friend, is he?"
"I don't know. Luis said he looks at me like 'tu eres todo su mundo'. Like 'you're his whole world'."
"I can see what he meant by that." for a moment the atmosphere became sad - Luis was still a new loss and a fresh wound, and with that a still present regret. She should've been more playful instead of being an asshole. "That's how you look at Leon everytime we're at the shooting range."
"He looks good at the shooting range." she said without thinking, feeling her cheeks become red soon after.
"You know, it's hard to find a normal guy these days. I'm happy you found each other."
"So you don't have a nice guy in a suit waiting for you at home?" she asked teasingly.
"No. Not really."
"Well I'm sure we can say that after this messed up adventure you won't need one. You'll look after yourself just fine and you'll have time to find that nice guy." she smiled at Ashley who felt more like a friend by now than the president's daughter.
In the next second Leon's hand moved in her hold and she almost fell off the chair. She stood up instead of staying there and she tightened her hold on him.
"Jesus Christ, Leon!" she spoke up, her voice full of both worry and happiness as she looked down at him. "You pull an act like that again and you'll burry me the next time you wake up."
He opened his eyes, the blue irises full of confusion as he looked up at her while he tried to get used to the light.
"The plaga..."
"We removed it." she said, not letting him finish his sentence. "There's no need to worry about that anymore."
She noticed that Ashley walked further away from them, giving them some privacy even if there wasn't another room to go to. Then her gaze was back on Leon again as she slowly let go of his hand.
"You removed it?"
"Yeah, we did." she smiled at him, feeling like her heart is full - full of so many emotions she doesn't know what to feel. "God, I was so worried about you."
"It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks to you."
They smiled at the other with one of those small, shy smiles what paints everyones cheeks pink.
"Can you stand up?"
"Sure, don't worry about that."
But he couldn't stand up. His legs gave up halfway and if she's not there he would've landed on the ground again.
"Careful. You have to take care of yourself." she scolded him as she helped him up, but didn't take a step away from him even when he was standing with a straight back. She craved the closeness more than anything.
"I'm not the priority here."
"Of course you are! To me you fucking are!" the frustration and worry spoke from her without regret and now that she said that out loud, her breathing became heavy.
"Good to know we feel the same about each other."
They didn't speak for a moment and she couldn't do so even if she tried to, because Leon's right hand gently touched her right cheek; his thumb brushing along the angry red cut she got from Krauser's knife.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It never did."
"Such a liar." Leon laughed as he let go of her face.
"But you love me like that."
"Damn right I do."
For a few seconds she forgot how to breath and her chest started to ache, ache from all the bottled up emotions and the realization that he said that out loud. He said that out loud. Her eyes started to sting - God, she's such a weak girl, just like Krauser said in the past; crying over the things she shouldn't cry over...
"You do? You-" she took a deep breath before she continued. "You love me?"
The silence set in again, neither of them daring to speak up. She noticed how Leon shied away from her gaze and how her own heartbeat became dangerously fast.
"Of course he does!" Ashley's voice came so suddenly that she flinched, getting closer to her partner, because she forgot Ashley was still in the room with them. "And if he doesn't take you out on a date when we get back home..."
No one said anything else about that. Leon just pressed a kiss to her forehead, almost giving her a heart attack whille he did so.
"Let's get out of here, yeah? So we can go out on a date..."
She didn't miss Ashley's quiet 'Finally' after they parted. She couldn't miss it even if she tried to.
As they got ready to leave, she noticed that her heart feels full. Full of love, love to give and accept. After all, love is a beautiful and natural thing and she for sure won't be afraid to look at Leon like he's her mundo entero. Not anymore.
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macxxxeyes · 6 days ago
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"hola cariño,cómo esta la niña más linda del mundo?"
"holi bro🤙"
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i dont think i Will color this,i like it but,, my crosses are still wonky
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blacktobackmesa · 7 months ago
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SO I MADE A PROOF OF CONCEPT.
music used: kirby's epic yarn, mort garson's plantasia
voices: my beautiful self
Transcript:
GORDON
“Am I the asshole if I yelled at a clown?” Now I’m gonna pre-empt here. I’m gonna say it first, nobody else gets the satisfaction: What’s Gordon doing yelling at a mirror? Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha.
BUBBY
What-- Gordon, don’t be so hard on yourself!
TOMMY
We’re not gonna call you a clown, Mister Freeman. 
BENREY
Yeah, I like clowns. 
GORDON
Is “I like clowns” your way of saying I’m not a clown? Or are you just saying it? Just saying it to say it? [Beat.]
Benrey, do you not like me?
[Beat.]
BENREY
Clowns are cool, I don’t know what else to tell you. 
[SFX: The Banjo-Kazooie Jiggy Collection Jingle plays. This is Gordon’s stream donation alert.]
COOMER
Gordon, please tell us a story.
GORDON
So! “So I live in Brazil--”
[SFX: The Brazilian Football/soccer goal fanfare. An echoing voice shouts “BRASIL!” and is followed by upbeat music. The sound cuts off abruptly.]
GORDON
Thank you, Benrey. “I live in Brazil, and it’s a little common to have people in clown attire and makeup trying to sell you stuff at the subway entrance, and they can be a little annoying. They even started carrying a credit card machine so people can’t use the old excuse of ‘I don’t have any cash on me’.
DARNOLD
I love the wording of the singular credit card machine for all Brazilian clowns. 
GORDON
[rereading]
“Started carrying a--” I didn’t even notice that.
COOMER
They’re sharing!
BUBBY
“When I was your age, we only had ONE credit card reader, and we had to go all the way to São Paulo to borrow it for ONE customer!”
TOMMY
That must be why they hang out at the train station! 
BUBBY
Right! They have to travel!
GORDON
Come on, guys. Are you really gonna do this to someone who speaks English as their second language?
TOMMY
Oh no! We don’t want to make fun of them. We’re, we just like their words!
BENREY
English is hard. You gotta embrace when you say wrong shit. It’s like art.
COOMER
Gordon, we are creating derivative works from the words of the clown yeller. 
GORDON
Alright, fair enough. “I was walking to the subway that I usually go to. It was early for me, nine in the morning. I was going to work because my boss asked me to go early so the cleaning lady had someone there.”
BUBBY
Nine A.M. is EARLY work hours in Brazil? What the hell are we doing here?
DARNOLD
If I showed up to the Mixology department at nine in the morning, I’d be demoted back down to working at the gift shop!
COOMER
Doctor Freeman was able to hold down his position in spite of his frequent tardiness! 
DARNOLD
Doctor Freeman started the end of the world. 
COOMER
Darnold, that sounds like a skill issue.
GORDON
[beginning with a raised voice to restore order]
“Keep in mind that I was at work until midnight the night before and was going to work until midnight again, so I was a little tired and thinking about my day.”
DARNOLD
You guys got to go home between shifts?
Okay, that-- that sounds a little closer to my work schedule.
BUBBY
GORDON
“Getting close to the subway, I saw the clown and-- [laughs]
[SFX: Gordon’s stream alert faintly goes off. It is followed by the Geraint TTS voice, which says “BRASIL CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO”.]
GORDON
 --I saw the clown and immediately thought, ‘Oh fuck. He’s going to stop me’.”
COOMER
Gordon, I can award you one PlayCoin for every time I have heard that arrangement of words in that order.
GORDON
“‘He’s going to stop me to try to sell me stuff.’ So when I was approaching him, and he already started to talk before I even finished crossing the street, I was already putting my hand up and saying, ‘Sorry man, I’m good’.
BENREY
“No thanks. I already ate.”
GORDON
Exactly. “He tried to make me stop, even though I was on my third ‘dude, I’m good.’ And when he was still trying to make me stop, something came over me.”
BENREY
Lust.
GORDON
No.
Tommy, Darnold, Coomer and Bubby break into laughter. Gordon eventually laughs as well. 
GORDON
No-- [clears throat] “Something came over me, and I just yelled, ‘DUDE!’ and looked at him while I was still walking.” Presumably in Portuguese, so the tone might be a little different from “Dude”.
DARNOLD
Does anyone here know how you say “dude” in Portuguese?
BENREY
You don’t. 
TOMMY
Probably Mano.
GORDON
Chat says “cara or mano”. What was that, Tommy?
TOMMY
Mano.
GORDON
Mano. Good to know. “He looked fucking pissed, and when I was a few good steps away from him, he yelled: ‘I’M JUST WORKING! FUCK!’ And I yelled--”
TOMMY
He broke the clown code!
GORDON
--And I yelled back, ‘FUCK, AND I’M GOING TO WORK!”
BUBBY
A traditional call and response.
GORDON
And it closes with “Did I just create the Joker? Lol.”
DARNOLD
I dunno. I think the Joker would be pretty embarrassed if his entire backstory was getting yelled at once at the train station. 
BUBBY
“You wanna know how I got these scars?”
TOMMY
Yeah. Brazilian Joker-- 
BUBBY
“From sharing one credit card reader!”
[SFX: Gordon’s stream alert goes off once again, followed by the TTS voice saying “Five months. Lust.”]
TOMMY
--he would be a lot cooler than that.
GORDON
So aside from that, is OP the asshole for yelling at a clown?   
COOMER
I think they made a friend!
GORDON
You do? By yelling?
COOMER
These two working class heroes shared an important bonding moment about the difficulties of earning a living.
BUBBY
Yeah, some days you just need someone to scream the Fuck word at.
GORDON
Well, shit. 
BUBBY
OP made that clown’s day.
GORDON
I’m convinced. Yeah, all agreed?
TOMMY
Yeah.
DARNOLD
Yeah, no harm done.
BENREY
It’s part of that circle of life.
GORDON
Well, there we go. Not the asshole.
COOMER
The real clown was capitalism.
[SFX: A fanfare noise plays. This is followed once again by the Brazil Football fanfare, this time played in full without a cutoff.]
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passaro-selvagem · 2 years ago
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Eu quero me abrir pro mundo, mas me parece mais confortável ficar no meu mundo, enquanto deixo a insegurança me dominar. Tantos sonhos que não realizei, planos que se perderam pelo caminho, enquanto eu me perdia dentro de mim. Estagnada. Os anos vão passando e eu não saio do lugar. Se soubessem o quanto é difícil para mim sair da cama, não me julgariam, sentiriam pena. Por esse motivo continuo isolada, não quero que sintam pena de mim; apesar de querer desesperadamente ser compreendida.
Apenas um desabafo, Nessa Cross.
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shxllyblog · 6 days ago
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You never really minded that Grimmjow was staying in your house until he is bleeding on your floor.
You had two bags in your hand filled with a variety of different ingredients and self indulgent sweets that you tried to stop yourself from buying and clearly failed. You fumble for the keys to your apartment in your pockets before unlocking the door and stepping in, you haven’t seen Grimmjow for at least a week now. You had suspected he was off doing some fighting or shit which he would later brag to you about. Chucking the keys at the table next to your door you put down the bags in your hands, your arms feeling instant relief. You were about to take off your shoes until you hear the sound of heavy breathing and you pause. 
“Grimmjow?” You call out, normally he would have the TV on some weird challenge shows which you weren’t interested in or figuring out how to play gta which you admittedly regret buying.
You make your way over to the livingroom and your eyes widen at seeing Grimmjow bloody and breathing heavily on your floor.
“What the- are you ok?!” You say quickly as you rush over to him, kneeling down next to his chest assessing his wound, it was deep. “Fuck- fuck!?” What do espada’s use to heal themselves? You don’t know anything about the Soul Society or Hueco Mundo that he keeps on going on about. You didn’t realise you were zoning out until Grimmjow grabs you and buys the arm. 
“Just stop the bleeding.” He hisses at you making you feel somewhat dumb, you get to your feet before rushing over to your bathroom grab a towel to put pressure on the wound. You had only seen this shit on TV and never actually imagined you doing it. It’s not like you were going to call an ambulance for a guy who is already dead and is going to die again (not on your watch).
You run back over to him to see him no longer lying on the floor but sitting up, you pray he doesn’t stain the couch but now is not the time for that. 
“What happened to you?!” You ask as you use the towel to apply pressure on the deepest cut which draws a low groan from him. 
“Fucking prick Nnoitra.” He mutters between groans, you knew he wasn’t going to admit being defeated by someone, that just the type of person he is. You could already suss out what was going on, the once white towel turns a black colour. You hadn’t known that arrancar blood was black, it’s not everyday Grimmjow bleeds out on your floor.
“You're fine, you’ll be fine.” You whisper words that he probably doesn’t need but it does make him look calmer, if that's even possible this guy had a permanent scowl on his face.
“Tough fight huh.” You say as you press harder onto the wound, it wasn’t bleeding as much now but it would still hurt like shit.
“I didn’t lose. I was caught off guard.” He says as he looks away from you. The sound of your laugh is what makes Grimmjow finally look at you, your laugh will be the death of him. Unless you don’t kill him by how hard you're pressing down on his wound. 
“What are you laughing about woman?” He sneered at you, making you laugh even more. You stop laughing as he grabs your arm making you look up at him, as you smile hesitantly.
“Nothing.” You say as you look into his blue eyes as he searched in yours for a reason why you find him ‘losing’ so amusing. 
“Bullshit.” He says as your eyes show a single sign of sadness. His grip on his hand tightens as he stares at you. 
You sigh before crossing your legs on your wooden floor. 
“You have been the most interesting thing in my life and- It’s just so absurd that you are here bleeding on my floor as if it's normal to everyone else.” You finally get out with it, you know that Grimmjow isn’t really the person you would talk to about it but, it's that or your friends thinking you're schizophrenic. But it’s his response which makes you surprised. 
“Who else am I going to go to?” He says softly in a way that it doesn’t even sound like him, you blink before smiling you never knew that Grimmjow trusted you this much.
You smile as you look up at him. 
“I knew you trusted me.” 
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SEVILLE - GAVI
summary: you cheat on your boyfriend with Gavi.
a/n: this is my favorite fanfic ive ever written.
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warning: smut 18+
2010
"INIESTA, GOAL INIESTA!" Gavi jumped up and immediately started celebrating. You also joined him and that led the two of you to jump around together in the middle of the living room.
Your parents and his parents were sitting on the couch, celebrating but smiling because Spain won the World Cup.
"Mama, did Spain win?" You asked and looked over to your mother. Gavi then turned to face you and then looked at the TV again.
"Mira, they won, we won, somos campeones del mundo!" Gavi then grabbed your shoulder and then the two little children you were, started jumping around again.
"Campeones del mundo!" Gavi and you celebrated. Your parents were watching in awe as their two children were getting along so well. You two were truly made for each other.
"I want to be a world champion too." Gavi then turned to face you and you smiled as you put your hands on your hips.
"What about me?" You then crossed your arms and let your head sink. Gavi then took a step closer to you and hugged you.
"You're gonna be there to watch me. I promise." Gavi then lifted your head with his hands and then kissed your cheek.
He promised.
2022
"It's okay, you did your best." You held Gavi close to yourself as you stood in the middle of his hotel room. His arms wrapped tightly around your body while his face was buried in the crook of your neck, soft sobs coming from his mouth.
"I wanted to win, I wanted to win it for us," Gavi mumbled but you shook your head, your hand slowly moved up to his head, going through his soft curls and twisting them around your finger.
"You did more than enough, you played amazing, it's okay. You'll win it next time." You tried to calm him down again. He then lifted up his head and kissed your forehead in the pitch dark you two were standing in.
"Thank you for being here with me. I promise I'll win it next time." He said in just above a whisper to which you responded with a nod.
He promised.
2023
"Amor, we're going, come on!" Your boyfriend Paulo yelled through the entire apartment.
You pushed yourself away from your makeup table and grabbed your phone from the charger. Then you made your way towards the living room and saw your boyfriend standing there.
"My god, why do you always take so long?" He complained in a harsh tone. You just shrugged it off, it wasn't the first time he complained about you.
People would say your relationship is toxic. Because there just have to be fights every single day and if not then you didn't talk that day.
He somehow always found something to complain about and be mad at you about.
Most of those arguments were caused by Gavi, well not really Gavi himself. Paulo has always had a problem with him. it was either "Every girl has a crush on him, I know you do too." or it was "Go and cheat on me with Gavi".
He always had to give his opinion on what Gavi did and everything revolving around him.
You of course protected Gavi with your life, after all, he is your best friend, you had known him since you were born and you wouldn't step out of contact with him because of your boyfriend.
Like now, Paulo drove you to your parents' house to spend the weekend there. Just what he didn't know is that you wouldn't spend the weekend at your parents but at Gavi's place.
After he dropped you off in front of the door you waited 10 minutes before you called Gavi and told him to pick you up.
You couldn't help but smile as soon as you saw his car drive up to you.
"Hola preciosa, que tal?" Gavi smiled as soon as you sat into the passengers seat.
"Soy bien, y tu?" You asked, you two got into a conversation quickly about how annoying Paulo is and how you should drop him.
You then told Gavi that you did plan to drop him and he said that he'd support your decision no matter what.
You two then went to his house and then sat down on the couch. "Oh by the way, I have to show you my room, I got a new bed." gavi turned his head towards you.
You grinned a bit and then nodded your head. "Show me then." You both made your way up the stairs and while you walked uo front of Gavi, he couldn't help but look at your ass, he didn't know what he felt but it was a weirdly sexual attraction towards you.
He didn't know where it came from either, but he had to do something about or against it.
As soon as you stepped foot into his room you smiled and sat down on the bed. "It's fancy isn't it?" Gavi asked as he looked at the black bed with white sheets.
"It's cool yeah, I like it." You whispered and watched as he sat down next to you. You two sat in a few seconds of silence.
"It concerns you, doesn't it? The whole thing with Paulo." Gavi finally spoke up and you turned your head to look at him and push his hair out of his face.
"It does, I just wanna be with someone who loves me and can handle me the right way. I hate to admit it, but I miss having fun while having sex." You groaned and Gavi nodded his head as he looked onto the floor. Then Gavi looked up at you again, and for a second you felt like you felt the connection between the two of you.
In the next seconds, Gavis lips were on yours and his hands were all over your body. Your hands were running through his hair while he pushed you down on the bed.
He then started tugging at your shirt and you pulled it off almost immediately, revealing your black bra. He looked down at your tits sitting perfectly in the black bra. The thought of him about to sleep with the girl he has known his entire life turned him on and you felt as he got even harder in his pants.
"Take off your clothes," Gavi commanded and you did as he said, you took off your pants too while Gavi stood back and took off his shirt and pants too.
You were left in your panties and bra as you were sitting up on his new bed. Gavi had his hand on his dick that was visibly hard in his boxers.
"Come here" You invited him and opened up your legs for him. You pulled his face closer to yours and began making out with him again, he put his body down on yours and his hands moved to your hips.
"We shouldn't-" You said in a whimper as Gavi started planting sloppy kisses along your neck.
"Then stop it" Gavi mumbled as he kept sucking on the slightly red spot on your neck.
"I can't" You whispered and
Your hand traveled down to his boxer shorts and he pulled away. "You really wanna have sex?" Gavi looked at you with a concerned look.
"Yes, please, I just need to feel you inside of me." You mumbled and Gavi nodded as he pulled down his boxershorts and you quickly pulled down your panties. You couldn't keep your eyes off of his dick, you had known him for so long and you never would have thought that he would end up naked in front of you.
"Lie back amor," Gavi said and you lied back down. He crawled over you and held himself up with his hands.
You looked down at his dick as he aligned himself with you. "look at me." He whispered and you did as he asked.
As soon as you two held eye contact he pushed himself into you and you immediately whimpered.
He was way bigger than Paulo and you weren't used to him yet. "Fuck you're so tight" Gavi groaned and you relaxed a bit so you wouldn't clench around him anymore.
As soon as you got adjusted to his size he asked for a confirming look and you just gave him a nod.
He then started pushing himself in and out of you at a rapid speed while you arched up against him.
He groaned and hid his face in the crook of your neck while he kept moving his hips. He felt you so tightly wrapped around his cock that he could have come any second.
He decided against it and that it was his goal to make you cum first.
"Do you like that? Wrapped around my cock like it's your hobby?" Gavi then whispered into your ear. "I can feel your walls clenching around me so tight."
Gavi's dirty talk only made the heat in your lower stomach grow and he noticed when your moans became louder.
"Come all around my cock, you nasty bitch. Taking it all at once like the good slut you are." It only took a few thrusts from there on.
"Gavi-" You moaned out loudly and came. He trusted inside of you two more times before he came inside of you.
"Joder you're so hot, my cum dripping out of your pussy." Gavi looked down at your pussy immediately after he pulled out and saw his cum dripping from your hole.
He took his two fingers and pushed it inside again, just to tease you, he decided to curl up his fingers inside of you.
You who was obviously still sensible from coming and your legs were shaking, you yelled his name.
"That's what I like." Gavi then laid down next to you in bed and looked at you. He pushed a strand of hair out of your face as you were staring up at the ceiling, coming down from your high.
"Are you okay?" Gavi asked and you shook your head.
"That was the best sex I have ever had." You mumbled and Gavi couldn't help but smile. He then leaned down to your boobs and left a few hickeys on them.
"Do you regret it?" Gavi looked at you again while he was still sucking on your boobs. You put your hand into his hair and messed it up a bit.
"No, I don't." You said in all honesty and he went back up to your face.
"How would you tell them that when you were supposed to visit your parents, not even two hours later you were laid out naked on my bed with my cum dripping out of your pussy?" Gavi asked and your stomach cramped at what he said.
He was turning you on so much, you've never seen this side of him before and you were loving it.
"I'll break up with him" You decided and he nodded his head. Then he leaned closer to you again and you two began making out.
After you pulled away to breathe since you were so out of breath Gavi's hand slipped down to your clit.
He started rubbing it and slowly he slipped two fingers inside of you, then he leaned in for a slow make out session.
As he was pumping his fingers in and out of you, you moaned into his mouth. That made you feel his erection against your hip and you then pulled away.
"Can we do another round?" You asked him and he smiled as he pulled out his fingers and pumped his hand up and down his dick a few times.
"Are you ready?" He looked up at you as he leaned over you and pushed his tip in.
"Yeah," You nodded and he pushed himself inside of you again. You whined a bit at his size, this time you didn't need that long to adjust so Gavi started thrusting in and out of you faster than he did before. He then moved down his hand to your clit and started rubbing it at a rapid speed.
"Fuck, Gavi" You held onto his back and your nails ran along his back. Gavi felt that they were gonna leave marks but it turned him on so much.
So after both of you finished, he suggested a shower together. You of course agreed but the shower started with Gavi fucking you against the shower wall.
Sometime later
Just as Gavi walked inside the locker room to get changed for the practice session, Pedri smiled at him.
"Hola Hermano, que tal?" He asked and took off his shirt, Gavi also took his shirt off.
"What the fuck is that?" Pedri asked just as Gavi turned his back towards him.
"What?" Gavi asked confused and it took him a few seconds to realize that there were still your nail scratches on his back.
He cursed himself mentally and turned around. "I fell while working out." He said in all seriousness and Pedri nodded his head with a huge smile.
"Sure Gavi" Pedri said, before he could have continued Fermin walked into the dressing room too.
"Hola chicos qué tal?" Fermin put down his bag next to Pedris and as he walked past Gavi he saw the red marks on his back.
"Damn, what did you do hermano?" Fermin immediately asked and Pedri gave Gavi a look.
"Gavi had a chick over" Pedri pushed back Gavi's shoulder slightly to which he only responded with a small smile.
"Damn, who?" Fermin pulled out his shorts and his shirt and also his shoes. Gavi shook his head and covered his face with his hands.
"I can't tell you" He mumbled and took the shirt to pull it over. Since it was a sleeveless shirt there were still some slightly visible marks on his shoulders.
"Mira, Mira." Pedri stood in front of him and put both of his hands on his shoulders. "Hermano, you tell me and Fermin who it is, and we will cover your lie that you fell while working out."
Pedris smile spread across his lips as he heard Gavi scoff. Fermin was just sitting on the bench, listening carefully.
Gavi did have to admit that that was a good deal.
"Joder" Gavi muttered under his breath and pushed back his hair. Meanwhile, Pedri leaned back a bit and crossed his arms.
"Just say it, except she's my cousin." Pedri laughed and looked at Fermin who stood up and also walked up to his two friends.
"I can't, You're gonna kill me." Gavi mumbled but Pedri gave him an angry look, then he inhaled sharply and looked the canarian in the eyes.
"It's Y/n" He mumbled and Pedri's and Fermin's jaw dropped. Both of their eyes widened and Fermin laughed out while he sat down again.
"You slept with Y/n?!" Pedri asked and his wide open mouth curved up into a smile.
He truly couldn't believe it, he expected him to sleep with some random chick, a one-night stand kinda type.
"You mean the Y/n, the girl whose parents are best friends with your parents?" Gavi nodded. "The girl who is your childhood best friend?" Gavi nodded. "The girl who's best friend with Aurora, your sister?" Gavi nodded, once again. "The girl whose dad is best friends with our coach?" Gavi nodded.
"The girl who has a boyfriend?" Gavi nodded one final time and Pedri shook his head.
"You have lost your whole mind." Pedri said and Fermin burst out laughing.
"You're crazy hermano, loco" Fermin poked Gavis head with his own finger.
"Is she at least good in bed?" Fermin pushed back Gavi's shoulder slightly and Gavis eyes widened at the question.
"Dude, she's my best friend!" Gavi said and Pedri shook his head while he smiled.
"Yeah and you fucked her, so is she good or nah?" Pedri pressured Gavi into telling him. Gavi wouldn't even have to think twice to answer that question.
"Why do you even ask that?" Gavi laughed out awkwardly, he wasted time in the hope that someone forgot something and come in to get it.
"So Fermin can know if his fantasies are true or not, now tell us." Pedri started getting impatient and put both of his hands on Gavi's shoulders. Fermin laughed out as Gavi looked to his left.
"Yeah, she's good." Gavi muttered and Pedri's lips curled up into a smile.
"Was she on top?" Pedri asked but Gavi shook his head. Fermin was honestly just standing next to them and listening to their conversation.
"No, what the hell, no she wasn't. I'm done with talking about how I slept with Y/n, get ready." Gavi ended the conversation and Pedri gave him a wink while turning around and putting on his shoes.
Gavi knew this practice session would be horror.
While Gavi was at practice, you were at home, hanging out on the couch. So without really anything to do, you were scrolling on TikTok.
I mean you were until the doors opened. Inside came the only other person who had access to your apartment, Paolo.
"Hola Amor." He smiled at you while he walked over to the couch and sat down next to you.
"Hey" He grabbed your jaw and turned your head to look at him, he was still very gentle with you. Then he leaned forward to kiss your lips but you pulled away.
"What's wrong?" He asked but you fake coughed. You scratched your neck and then stood up to go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
Just in that second, you received a text.
[GAVI:] Can you come over to my place tonight? Aurora will cover for you.
You smiled a little and texted back a simple okay.
"Ay Paolo" You walked back to the couch and then looked at him. "Me and Aurora want to have a sleepover, I'll stay at hers tonight. Just so you know, in case you planned to sleep here." You told him and almost walked away when he spoke up.
"Oh, that's okay, but you're staying at Aurora's house right?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Of course?!" You lied and smiled at him. Then you went to pack together the things you needed and then walked downstairs again.
"I'll see you, bye." You locked the door before he could have even responded and then basically sprinted to your car. You wanted to get some five guys before you went to Gavis.
Paolo usually didn't allow you to eat that kind of fast food since he said it's greasy, this was your chance.
After a successful stop at Five Guys you drove to Gavi's house. However, you decided to go to Aurora's house and leave the car there.
"Gavi?" you asked as he picked up the phone.
"Where are you dude, I'm bored." He groaned immediately and you jumped out of the car.
"Come and get me from Aurora's house, please. I left my car here for safety. " Gavi immediately stood up after he heard that and then you two hung up.
So you waited outside until you saw Gavi's car drive by. You sat inside and pulled him into a hug.
"Hey, how are you?" Gavi asked, admiring your eyes like always.
"Awesome, what about you? Did something interesting happen at practice?" You asked, genuinely interested in his answer. Gavi was afraid of that question, ever since he texted you, he was afraid that you'd ask.
"Pedri and Fermin know, they saw the marks on my back." He muttered while keeping his eyes straight on the road.
"Oh, okay." You answered in the most calmest tone ever, Gavi turned his head to look at you with a weird face.
"Okay? Aren't you scared that your boyfriend Paulo is gonna find out?" He raised his brows and then looked at you for a second after parting his eyes from the road.
"Well, I'll break up with him next week, since I'm gonna visit my grandparents in Seville on the weekend. He won't be there harass me there if he gets mad."
Gavi pulled into the driveway and you turned to look at him.
"Sounds good" He mumbled and you smiled. Then the two of you went inside and you decided to cook something.
"What do you wanna cook?" Gavi leaned onto the countertop, his biceps flexing as he held onto the edge of the counter.
"Let's make Paella or something" You suggested and he raised his brows.
"Paella? you wanna be here until tomorrow?"
"Please, your mom always made that amazing Paella. I miss it" You pleaded and eventually, he gave in.
"Fine, you're helping me clean up tho." His finger was pointed at you to which you just gave him a smile and a friendly nod.
After about 1 and a half hours you two were sitting at the dinner table, the two pans in front of you.
You were just finishing the rice and Gavi waited for you to finish. "You eat with so much appetite, it's amazing to watch." Gavi smiled and you couldn't help but smile too.
"What do you mean by that?" The question was asked by you shyly.
"The way you eat, I don't know how to explain it-" You scoffed at him and shook your head.
"Oh my god okay." A small snicker escaped your lips and you then finished your food.
"Okay, let's go clean up" Gavi jumped up and walked into the kitchen. It only took you two almost 3 hours to clean up.
Not only that but the most difficult thing was trying to clean while Gavi kept coming closer to you.
"You look so hot." He whispered against your neck as he leaned over you from behind.
You were just cleaning the countertop with a wet sponge and he was being horny, or rather weird.
"Gavi, later." You pushed him back with your shoulder and just smiled to yourself. Gavi walked around you and stopped right next to you.
"Later? You promise?" He lifted up his pinky finger.
"Promise" You interlocked it with his.
So that's how you ended up not even 20 minutes later on his bed, half-naked.
"Take off your thong, show me how wet you are." Gavi told you and your hands immediately traveled to your waist.
Your fingers hooked into the waistband and pulled it down. His face was right in front of your throbbing pussy.
"Gavi-" You moaned out after his lips attached to your core, sucking slightly on it. Then he stuck out his tongue. "Keep still for me Amor." He punned down your tighs onto the bed and then started to lick your whole core. Then he slowly moved his fingers to your pussy and without a warning, pushed them inside.
You arched your back up against his face as he was still buried inside your pussy.
"Yes Gavi, ah yes-" You moaned and he started pumping his fingers faster than before.
Your moans became louder and your breath quicker. "Yeah, right there." You moaned and just as he licked up at your juices you came. Not only did you come, but you also squirted all over his face and his back.
He was covered in your juices as your legs were still shaking like crazy.
"I need you inside of me, please." You whimpered as the cold air hit your pussy and Gavi just smiled slightly. Your juices were all over his face, chest, stomach, and arms. He looked so hot.
"You want me that bad?" He chuckled and you gave him a look. He just laughed a bit and then pulled down his boxershorts, his awfully hard dick hitting his abdomen as he did so.
He pumped his hand up and down his dick after he spit on it and then leaned closer to you. After he aligned himself with you, he made eye contact and then pushed himself inside.
In his opinion watching you throw your head back and close your eyes was the hottest thing ever.
"You're so big, fuck" you whispered almost as he pushed himself even further inside. His cock stretches you out completely.
He waited a few seconds and after your breath slowed down he pulled himself out so that only his tip was inside of you.
Then he slammed himself inside, hard, you moaned loudly as he immediately hit your G-spot. He definitely knew what he was doing.
"You're doing so good." The praising made you clench around him, he then pushed down onto your lower stomach and you whimpered.
Then he moved his hand down to your clit and started rubbing it while he thrusted in and out of you at an even faster pace.
The hot knot in your stomach began to build up and your legs were shaking already. However, he kept going, and as his thrusts began to fall out of rhythm you realized that he was close.
"You look so beautiful right now." Gavi managed to make eye contact with you, since you were always closing your eyes shut it was a bit difficult.
Then his thrusts became sloppy and you felt as if he slowed down. Seconds later he came inside of you, you felt his cum filling you up as you waited for him to regain his strength. His groans were turning you on so much that you clenched around him
"Wait, I'll finish you off in a second." Gavi muttered and you nodded your head.
After a few seconds, Gavi stood upright again and began thrusting into you at a very fast pace.
His balls were hitting you as he slammed in and out of your pussy. His thumb rubbed your clit as you felt your orgasm approach.
You arched your back up against him and it took one final thrust for you to finish. Your legs began shaking like crazy and you whimpered as he pulled out of you.
He then pushed his cum back inside of you and pumped his hand up and down his dick while he looked at your wet pussy.
"You want me to finish you?" You asked and Gavi nodded his head but kept pumping his hand up and down.
He then crawled over to you and you turned to the side. You at first put your head on his tip, spreading your juices over it as you then slid your hand down further and put the tip into your mouth.
Gavi looked down at you as he held the back of your head, he was holding back your hair in a makeshift ponytail as you began to swirl your tongue around his tip.
He immediately began to push you down a bit further on his cock.
As his tip hit the back of your throat you coughed and he immediately let go of you. You pulled away and looked up at him with tears in your eyes while your tongue swirled around his tip again while both of your hands were pumping his dick.
You then eventually felt his dick twitch and took as much as you could of him into your mouth. The warm liquid hitting the back of your throat as Gavi groaned while he looked down at you.
After you swallowed everything he leaned down and cleaned the edges of your lips. "Open up" He mumbled and you opened your mouth. He stuck his finger inside and you sucked off the remaining cum.
"Good job" He then leaned down and kissed you again. You pulled him into a much deeper kiss and eventually, you pulled away.
"Do you want to take a shower?" Gavi suggested and you nodded your head.
"Gladly" He winked at you after you said that and then he slid his arms under your body to carry you to the bathroom.
So after you two were done showering he gave you one of his boxer shorts and an oversized shirt too.
"Thank you" You mumbled and he nodded his head as he flashed a smile.
After that, you quickly fell asleep as you were cuddled up in his arms.
24 hours later
You were now lying on your bed, wearing some shorts and an oversized white shirt. You were waiting for Paulo, he got off of work about 20 minutes ago. So as you predicted he walked into the room a few minutes later.
"Hey" you smiled and he flashed you a smile as he immediately started to get changed.
"Hello Love, how was the sleepover with Aurora?" Paulo asked as he then took off all his clothes and got into bed.
"It was amazing, thank you for asking." You smiled and he turned off the lights as he got into bed.
"No worries, by the way, when are you leaving for Sevilla?" He turned to face you in the dark.
"Friday evening" You answered as shortly as possible. You planned on telling him on Friday that you wanted to break up, but not that you were hooking up with Gavi.
He didn't need to know that.
"Ah okay, good night." He snuggled closer to you and sooner than you knew, his arms were wrapped around your body.
You tried to maintain some space between the two of you, even as his hands slid below your shorts and gave your ass a light squeeze.
Just a few seconds later, he froze. Then as fast as possible he turned to his nightstand and turned on the flashlight. He showed it as he pulled down your shorts and as you lifted up the blanket you saw that you were still wearing Gavi's boxershorts.
"What the fuck" Paulo turned to face you and immediately you thought of the only really logical thing to say in this situation.
"They're yours, what do you mean?" You raised your head, knowing damn well that you were lying.
"I'm gonna beat up whoever those are. Don't fucking lie to me, who did you cheat with?" Paulo looked at you, he had an angry expression on his face. His brows furrowed and his eyes dark.
"What are you talking about?" You acted confused, you obviously didn't want him to find out that you cheated on him with Gavi.
"Where did you stay yesterday?" He asked again, you flinched a bit as he came closer to you.
"At Aurora's?" You mumbled and Paulos expression suddenly changed. It was like something inside of his head clicked.
"I'm gonna kill that motherfucker." He whispered under his breath and then stormed out of the room.
You sat up confused but then called Gavi immediately just to make sure. "Gavi" He picked up immediately.
"Yes Princesa, are you feeling lonely tonight?" The smile on Gavis face could be noticed by the way he was talking.
"No, no, Paulo is on his way to your house I think, he found out that I'm cheating." You said at the fastest pace ever. You haven't been anxious for a very long but this time you were genuinely scared for him.
"Are you okay and healthy tho?" You couldn't help but smile at how much he cared for you.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Just act like you aren't home. Turn off the lights, close all the windows, and don't make any noise, also hide from the windows." You explained carefully to him.
"Or I'll just beat him up-"
"Gavi." You said in a harsh tone.
"Okay, your plan sounds better." You couldn't help but feel anxious after you heard the car drive away.
"I'll pack my things and go back to my apartment. Just be careful, please. Don't make any trouble." Gavi smiled a little while he walked around the house to turn off all the lights.
"Yeah, but it's sweet that you care for me Princesa" You rolled your eyes and also stood up to get dressed.
"You just shut up and do your job." You then pulled the phone away from your ear and hung up the phone.
Gavi grinned while he slid his phone back into his pocket and turned off the final light in the living room, then he walked over to the door and locked it.
He has that bad habit of forgetting to lock his door, that's why he has an automatic lock. But it only locks the door 10 minutes after it got closed and he came back 7 minutes ago. Pedri and him were driving around with his car to just hang out a bit and talk.
You on the other hand were already leaving the house and walking towards your car.
Just as Gavi wanted to text you to drive save, he heard a car pull up to his driveway.
He quickly walked to the staircase and sat down on it, it was out of sight of the windows, that's why he chose them.
So just a couple of seconds later he heard someone banging on his front door. "Gavi man, I know what you did with my girlfriend." Paulo yelled. Gavi sighed and rolled his eyes.
No matter how many times you told him that you're in love with Paulo, he always got annoyed.
Because to Gavi, Paulo was an absolute joke. He didn't have any idea of what he was doing and most importantly, he probably didn't have a brain.
"Gavi, you mother fucker, get out here!" Paulo kept yelling. Gavi snickered.
"You calling your girlfriend mother now?" He whispered quietly to himself and covered his mouth with his hand.
After about 5 minutes of waiting Paulo drove away with his car again.
So as you made your way towards your apartment again, you had an incoming call.
"Y/n," Paulos voice drung through the speajers of your car as you just made the turn to your apartment complex.
"Hm?" You hummed and then parked the car.
"Where are you?" He had calmed down now, his voice didn't seem so aggressive as it was before.
"I'm at my apartment." You mumbled. The car engine turned off after you turned the keys and you leaned back in your seat, waiting for him to speak.
"Can I come over?"
"Look, its probably better if we dont see eachother for a while." You tried to make it sound as nice as possible. There was a few seconds of silence before Paulo spoke again.
"So we're breaking up?" His voice was shaking. Even tho you cheated on him, he wasn't mad at you, the only one he was mad at was Gavi. Because if Gavi wouldn't have come across your relationship, you two would've still been happy.
"Yep" You answered, Paulos expression dropped and it went from confused to sad.
This was the first time he was glad you couldn't see him.
"Okay" He answered and then hung uo the phone.
You on the other hand were still sat in your car, zoned out. You haven't felt save in that relationship since about 2 months, so you were happy that it was over. On the other hand you didn't know what to do now.
So you did the best possible thing that came to mind.
A few minutes of driving later, you were standing in front of Gavi's door. You rung the bell and heard him skipping down the stairs.
"Hey" His messy brown hair was hanging into his face as he opened the door. No matter how bad in a mood you were in earlier, you definitely felt better now.
"Hello" You smiled at him and walked closer. The door got closed shut by Gavi and seconds later you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I wanna be with you." As soon as you said that Gavi pulled away to look at you. "I wanna be together with you."
"Are you for real?" He asked to which you responded immediately with a nod.
"I didn't want anything more than to be with you." You repeated and he smiled.
"I want to be with you too." Gavi smiled and leaned closer to kiss you. But before he could put his lips on yours, you whispered something.
"I love you."
He crashed his lips into yours, he pulled your body closer to his and he gripped you even tighter.
A sudden stroke of adrenaline hit him and it felt like the only thing in this universe were you and him.
Then Gavi broke the kiss for a second as you two held eye contact. He pushed your hair behind your ear and cupped your face. "I love you too."
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tamilustra · 7 months ago
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Deidara and Obito in travel suits, crossing the world after the 4th ninja war. BR: Deidara e Obito em trajes de viagem, atravessando o mundo após a 4ª guerra ninja. twitter/ instagram: tamilustra
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xas24 · 2 years ago
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pink roses ~ pedri
summary: pedri’s girlfriend loves pink roses.
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pedri knew how much y/n loved pink roses. ever since their first date together, where he got her a beautiful bouquet of pink roses without knowing how much she loved them. the huge grin on her face made him happy, and ever since then there’s never been a day where he hasn’t presented her with the rose, whether that be in a bouquet or a singular flower.
today was y/n’s twentieth birthday. she woke up, not expecting to be by herself but rather in the warm embrace of her boyfriend. after rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she got out of bed, just now realising the odd silence in their apartment.
with furrowed brows, she made her way down the hallway just as she heard the front door open and close along with the sound of keys jangling. as she entered the living room, her jaw dropped to the floor.
every inch of the room was filled with bouquets of pink roses. small bouquets, large bouquets, rose petals. she couldn’t even begin to imagine the number of roses in the room right now but that thought didn’t even cross her mind as her eyes went to the front door.
pedri had just walked in, a big bag of food in his hands and a smile on his face when he saw his girlfriend taking in the room before them.
“pedro, ¿qué es todo esto?” (what is all this)
pedri placed the bag down on a nearby table before walking over to his startled birthday girl, embracing her warm body in his arms.
“feliz cumpleaños mi amor.” (happy birthday my darling) he whispered into her neck, pressing tiny, soft kisses into her skin.
“oh bebé, no tenías que hacer todo esto.” (baby, you didn’t have to do all of this) her arms went around his neck, fingers playing with the small hairs at the nape of his neck as she melted into his body, his kisses and his smell.
“hermosas flores para mi hermosa niña.” (beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl)
she kissed his cheek and slightly pulled away from him to see the wholesome smile on his face.
“una flor fue suficiente.” (one flower would’ve been enough) she stared into his chocolate brown eyes, her heart warming at the gorgeous sight of him.
“te mereces todas las flores del mundo.” (you deserve all the flowers in the world) pedri replied causing her to slightly jut out her bottom lip in adoration before planting her lips against his. he was so loving, so caring, so amazing.
she couldn’t believe he was all hers. all hers to kiss, love, touch. she felt as though she didn’t deserve him.
pedri abruptly pulled away after a few moments of lovingly, gently kissing his birthday girl.
“ah, tengo el desayuno de tu restaurante favorito.” (i got you breakfast from your favourite restaurant) he remembered as he went to grab the bag he put down, reaching for her hand and pulling her along with him into the kitchen to enjoy breakfast together.
yeah, she definitely didn’t deserve his sweet self.
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muzansfangs · 11 months ago
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GRAPPA + Grimmjow 🩵
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Melt my heart.
Starring: Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez x f!reader;
Format: one-shot;
Warnings: nsfw, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dirty jokes, dom!Grimmjow, sub!reader, passionate sex, creampie, mates, established relationship;
Plot: Sheltering from the wintry air and heavy snow in the chalet you had rented for a romantic weekend away from Karakura, you introduce your boyfriend to the small pleasures of life. Hot chocolate, small conversations and the warm heat provided by the fireplace led you two to a passionate moment of lust and love.
Drink chosen: GRAPPA (passionate sex in front of the fireplace).
MASTERLIST FOR THE EVENT | RULES FOR THE EVENT
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Everything around you was coated by a white blanket of snow. The landscape was breathtaking and the sound of your boots crunching the glistening ice and snow underneath your feet warmed your heart up in joy. Smiling happily, you glanced at your boyfriend behind you, shrugging the snowflakes off of his new coat trimmed with light-blue fur. His nose was scrunched up in irritation, a clear sign he loathed winter and was probably complying with your plan for the weekend for the sake of not hearing you complaining with him twenty-four hours a day.
"The cat is being dramatic again, I see" you chimed, a soft chuckle leaving your lips as you watched him roll his piercing blue eyes at you.
"You know I don't like getting wet. — he grumbled, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat and striding up towards you with heavy steps — Unless it's on your juices" he added, a shit-eating grin crossing his lips, as you slapped his arm playfully.
You were about to retort something, when a gust of wind blew harshly over you two and words died on your tongue. Reprimanding Grimmjow could definitely wait a little longer. You needed to get into the chalet before you died of frostbite.
Shuddering, you stumbled down the snowy path that led to the small chalet you had rented for a weekened away from the stress caused by the chaotic life you lived in Karakura. A little break surley would have not hurt you and the former Espada you were dating. After having to face the recent war against Yhwach and his army of psychotic flunkies, you were not going to miss the chance to spend a romantic and peaceful weekend with your boyfriend.
Hastily unlocking the front door, hands shaking for the cold, you pushed the door open and stomped your feet onto the porch to get rid of the snow and ice remenants clinging onto your shoes. Grimmjow, albeit not being exactly a man of culture and ignoring the concept of manners, mimicked your actions and did the same. You were glad he was trying to act like a civilized person. He would have always denied that he was doing it for you, but everyone had kind of noticed a switch in his brazen manners, since you two had officially gotten together.
"We need to light up the fire. It's freezing cold" you instructed him, as you watched him toss your bag onto the wooden floor and darting his eyes on the cozy design of the chalet.
He was not the type of man who cared about details and he was naturally foreign to such comfortable places. Except for your flat, he had spent most of his life living in a desertic area. With Aizen's arrival in Hueco Mundo, he got a roof over his head, but the style of his quarters was absolutely minimalistic.
"Yeah, I can see your teeth are chattering with the cold. A fire is nothing a Cero cannot provide" he cockily said then, marching towards the fireplace with the ludicrous intent of blasting a Cero into the small marble fireplace.
Shutting the door with a foot, you scurried towards him with horror plastered all over your face. Your hand grasped him by the sleeve of his coat, eyes searching for his ones as you stood right in front of him with a panicked expression "Woah, Grimmjow, what? You cannot use your Cero here. - you started, as the blue-haired man furrowed his brows in confusion - You're going to demolish the entire place. Here, let me take care of it. Just sit over there and wait for me" you told him, your voice indulging into a softer tone, as he shrugged and begrudgingly disisted from turning the small chalet into a pile of rubble and ash.
Grimmjow unbuttoned his coat, discarding it carelessly on the nearby armchair, before kicking his boots off and flopping down onto the fluffy, brownish rug underneath your feet. You did not question him, a small smile tugging your lips upwards, as you approched the metallic wood holder to grasp some logs to throw into the fireplace.
Old habits were hard to get rid of, but you were not going to pest him this weekend too. Not when this was supposed to be your getaway from the world and its rules.
"You humans are weird as fuck. In Hueco Mundo it's the prerogative of a man to do stuff like that for his mate" Grimmjow's hoarse voice pierced your ears, as the fire sent flickers of light across the room, making your eyes glow. Now you could finally get comfortable and that was exactly what you did, unzipping your jacket and unwrapping the purple scarf you were wearing from around your neck.
Whipping your head towards your boyfriend, you quirked your eyebrows up, casually shrugging at his remark "Well, in the world of the livings, humans do not care much about that. I wanted to do it for you... And I could not let you destroy our shelter for the night now, could I?" you replied, before standing back up, tossing your items onto the armchair as well, while you ambled to the kitchen, and reached your hand up to open the cupboard.
Upon spotting two forest green mugs, you grasped them and settled them down onto the counter, acknowledging Grimmjow's eyes boring holes on your nape all the time. Even though he was trying to figure out what exactly you were doing, fumbling with what he assumed was a sachet of cocoa powder, his head was striving to wrap around the fact that you had not protested when he had called you 'mate’. He remembered a few months ago the talk you two had over the whole mating topic. You had told him only animals mated and your relationship could not be based on the primordial rules settled by nature in the animal and Hollow kingdom. You two were partners, people loving each others.
But, deep inside him, although he would have never admitted it out loud, you were always going to be his mate. Maybe it was something bigger than you, a reality distant from yours, but he had felt it the first moment you two had met. You were his one. You were his mate.
And a mate was not a simple partner.
"Grimm, are you still with me?" you called him out then, kneeling right next to him with two mugs of hot chocolate in your hand and snapping him out of his stream of consciousness. Sometimes, you wished you could read his mind, following him into the places he disappeared into without sharing his feelings. But this was Grimmjow Jagaerjaquez you were talking about and, frankly, you just appreciated the fact that he had been honest enough to admit he felt something for you.
Grasping one of the mugs, he slowly brought it up to his nose, taking a good whiff of the drink you were offering him. He had never tried it before and it did not smell that bad. Yet, the color was surely not promising.
"What's that? The color's not that inviting" he expressed his doubts about the drink, watching how you just took a sip of it and fluttered your eyes close in sheer ecstasy.
"Just give it a try, trust me" you suggested him, resting your cheek on the top of his shoulder to assure him, but also following the egoistical desire of feeling him closer to you.
"Oi, listen up, if I drink it and it tastes like shit—".
"Hey! Would I really drink something that tastes like shit and give it to you?" you protested, glancing up at him and squinting in a timid attempt to decipher his expression.
Grimmjow grinned and elbowed your ribs jokingly, as he trusted you and took a sip from his mug. Waiting for him to give you a feedback about the new food you had prepared for him, you proceeded to enjoy your own dose of chocolate and smiled softly. When Grimmjow groaned lowly, you looked at him and caught the Sexta Espada sweeping his tongue out to lick away a single drop of chocolate resting on his bottom lip.
"Damn it, that's good" he uttered, looking at you in excitement as he then took another generous swing from his mug, chugging it down as if it was ambrosia. The almost childish reaction you had gotten out of a man as proud as Grimmjow with a simple drink and the way his cheeks had turned pink for the heat provided by the crackling flames filled your heart with joy.
"I love you" you suddenly said, as your boyfriend paused, his hand half-raisen to finish off the last sip of chocolate in his mug.
Lips parted, Grimmjow stared at you with a baffled expression. You had said you loved him a few other times since you had confessed for the first time, but the way you had pronounced those words now made his stomach twist and turn, almost prompting him to blurt them out too. Those eyes of yours, your unique way of making him feel less of a freak drove him mad.
You barely processed his free hand grasping your jaw to force you to crane your neck enough to let him reach your mouth easily, but you were far-sighted enough to settle your mug down at your right, before he captured your lips with his in a fervent, demanding kiss.
Teeth clashed as he let go of his mug as well, his hand now sliding down towards your waist and squeezing it. Warm fingers skimming underneath your sweater, he slithered his hand up to your stomach and midriff, a soft groan rumbling from deep into his chest as he pulled you over his lap.
"You see? That's why I want you next to me. You fuck with my head in a way no one can. You sexy witch" he huskily whispered, his lips still hovering over yours as you straddled him, his hands forcing your hips down until his groin pressed up against yours in a delicious friction, eliciting a whine of anticipation from you.
"Grimm, wait, let's go to bed..." you whispered, hand cupping his cheek as you allowed him to rotate his hips onto yours. You skin was on fire and you honestly had no idea if it was because of your proximity to the fire, or if it was to blame on your underwear getting wetter second by second under his ministrations.
However, as he growled next to yout ear, breath hitching in your throat as he slided his hand behind your nape protectively, you knew the location was not nogatiable this time around. Allowing him to lay you down onto the rug, you stared up at him in sheer desire, watching the way he quickly took off his own sweater, chiseled abs and pectorals exposed to your hooded eyes.
The Hollow hole on his abdomen, his signature mark, made shivers run down your spine and you let your gaze trail down to his v line, as he unbuckled his belt and proceeded to take off his trousers. You tried to follow his example and began to remove your own clothes, but Grimmjow stopped you.
His left hand pinned your wrists together above your head with a swift move “No. I may let you light up a fire, but, when I fuck you, I am the one who takes care of you” he said, his free hand sliding down your side, until he popped the button of your jeans open and he hooked his fingers around the waistband.
You nodded your head, willing to let him in charge, while he gave your trousers a few harsh tugs to get them out of his way. You were absolutely amazing to him, so beautiful he could barely cope with the thought of being vulnerable, when it came down to you.
Parting your legs, Grimmjow pushed the already damp fabric of your panties to the side and let the pads of his fingers glide down your slit. He felt himself twitch into his tight boxers, his sharp canines protruding from his upper lip as he rolled your pearl between his index and thumb.
You moaned out in pleasure, hands gripping the fur of the carpet at your sides as you arched your back unintentionally. You were on fire, your skin burnt under his piercing, famished gaze and his touch. You needed him, you needed more of this.
“Grimm…” you breathed out, peering up at him with teary eyes.
“I got you. I fucking got you, don’t worry” he replied, beginning to slide his boxers down with his free hand. His cock pulsed, the need to claim you, to let you know how badly he desired to be with you forever, to protect you from anyone and anything threatening your life was unbearable.
And as he hooked your legs around his waist, lining his cock to your sappy opening, he made sure to lock eyes with you before talking “You are mine” he deadpanned, driving his hips down onto yours.
The stretch, as per usual, was enough to make you whimper out, as your walls tried to adjust to his size. His girth had always left you breathless. His groans when you squeezed him up sounded so wild and animalistic, you wondered if his inner animal was striving to take over him.
The moment he felt you fitting around him like a glove, your breath becoming less erratic, fingers running through his hair, he knew he could start moving. Pulling out until only his tip was still nestled into you, he then drilled back into your warm cavern with a quick thrust.
Toes curling, you let out a strained moan as you hid your face onto the crook of his neck, hands resting over his shoulderblades and loving the way you could feel his muscles flex for each movement he made.
No restraints, no fear to be heard, Grimmjow thrusted into you slowly, but passionately. Moans of pleasure, groans, filled the air. Your skin was sweaty, your breaths uneven, his grip on you bruising as if he feared you would slip away from his iron grasp.
And as you kissed him, your tongues meeting in your mouth as he stilled his movements, the warm seed spurting into you felt like your ticket for Heaven.
And Heaven was wherever you two were together.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hello there! I am excited to present you the first work for my “Have a drink event”. You can find the rules to partecipate on the top of this work! A masterlist is in my drafts. I am just waiting for some works to be done so that I can post it and update it with every request I publish! Next to come: Sanemi + tequila ;)
Likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated!
TAGS: @electronicwitchcollection (because you are the best Grimmjow author around) and @sashi-ya (because PEOPLE need to explore your account and dream on your Bleach works just like I do❤️)
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jazzandother-blog · 3 months ago
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Ray Charles and Quincy Jones
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(English / Español / Italiano)
‘Shortly after arriving in Seattle, I heard about a blind man who had shown up one night at the Elks Club on Madison Street and had blown up the place away with his playing and singing. Rumour had it that he had appeared in Seattle out of nowhere and was amazing, so I snuck in one night to hear him. He was a lanky, dark-skinned guy, and he was throwing himself around like a madman. He played piano and sang like Nat King Cole and Charles Brown, and he also played be bop on alto sax like Charlie Parker. There was even something of Bud Powell in his piano playing. I attended a whole set and then introduced myself. He told me his name was Ray Charles and it was love at first sight for both of us. I was fourteen when I met him and he was sixteen, and what I liked about him and his music was that he was independent. At sixteen, Ray Charles was already a man. […] I admired the way he did the shopping, the way he cooked, the way he did the laundry. I'd watch him cross the street without a cane or a dog, avoid traffic, do the shopping, figure out the rest, shuffle across the pavement, never missing a step, and I'd say to myself, ‘Hell, if he can do it, I can do it. [Ray was my role model at a time when I had few role models. He understood the world as I was incapable of understanding it. He told me, ‘All music has soul, Quincy. No matter what style, you have to be true to it. He refused to set limits for himself.
("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)
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«Poco después de llegar a Seattle, oí hablar de un chico ciego que se había presentado una noche en el Elks Club de Madison Street y había hecho estallar el local tocando y cantando. Se rumoreaba que había aparecido en Seattle de la nada y que era increíble, así que me colé allí una noche para escucharle. Era un tipo delgaducho, de piel morena, y se lanzaba como un loco. Tocaba el piano y cantaba como Nat King Cole y Charles Brown, y también tocaba be bop con el saxo alto como Charlie Parker. Incluso había algo de Bud Powell en su estilo al piano. Asistí a un set entero y luego me presenté. Me dijo que se llamaba Ray Charles y fue amor a primera vista para los dos. Yo tenía catorce años cuando le conocí y él dieciséis, y lo que me gustaba de él y de su música era que era independiente. A los dieciséis años, Ray Charles ya era un hombre. […] Admiraba cómo hacía la compra, cómo cocinaba y cómo lavaba la ropa. Le veía cruzar la calle sin bastón ni perro, evitar el tráfico, hacer la compra, calcular el resto, arrastrar los zapatos al pisar la acera, sin perder nunca un paso, y me decía: «Joder, si él puede hacerlo, yo también». […] Ray fue mi modelo a seguir en una época en la que tenía pocos modelos a seguir. Entendía el mundo como yo era incapaz de entenderlo. Me dijo: «Toda la música tiene alma, Quincy. No importa el estilo, tienes que ser fiel a él». Se negaba a ponerse límites».
("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)
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«Poco dopo essere arrivato a Seattle, sentii parlare di un tizio cieco che una sera si era presentato all'Elks Club di Madison Street e aveva buttato giù il locale suonando e cantando. Si diceva che fosse comparso a Seattle dal nulla e che fosse incredibile, perciò una sera mi intrufolai lì dentro per ascoltarlo. Era un ragazzo magro, dalla pelle bruna, e ci dava dentro come un matto. Suonava il pianoforte e cantava come Nat King Cole e Charles Brown, e suonava anche il be bop sul sax alto come Charlie Parker. C'era anche un po' di Bud Powell nel suo stile al pianoforte. Assistetti a un intero set e poi mi presentai. Mi disse che si chiamava Ray Charles e fu amore a prima vista per entrambi. Avevo quattordici anni quando lo incontrai per la prima volta, e lui ne aveva sedici, e ciò che mi piacque, sia di lui che della sua musica, è che era indipendente. A sedici anni, Ray Charles era un uomo. […] Ammiravo il modo in cui faceva la spesa da solo, cucinava da solo e si lavava i panni. Lo guardavo attraversare la strada senza un bastone né un cane, evitare il traffico, fare gli acquisti, calcolare il resto, strascicare le scarpe mentre saliva sul marciapiedi, senza mai mancare un passo, e mi dicevo: “Accidenti, se lo può fare lui, posso farlo anch'io”. […] Ray era il mio modello, in un momento in cui di modelli ne avevo pochi. Capiva il mondo come io non ero capace di capirlo. Diceva: “Ogni musica ha la sua anima, Quincy. Non importa in che stile sia, devi esserle fedele”. Rifiutava di porsi dei limiti»
("Q: The Autobiography of Quincy Jones", Three Rivers Press, 2002)
Source: jazzit.it
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