#berlin imagines

[minniieee]

la casa de papel preferences

Berlin

having a love-hate relationship with Berlin.

- would def call u nicknames to bother u.

- always arguing over stupid shit, n y’all def tried to kill each other before.

- sneaks into ur room occasionally.

- even tho he acts like he despises u, he gen cares abt u and makes sure u don’t get hurt.

how secretly dating berlin would be like.

- always sneaks into ur room at night.

- giving u glances here n there.

- secretly making out in the bathrooms

- Nairobi always being suspicious but js stays quiet.

- eventually getting exposed by Tokyo.

- berlin always talking to his brother abt u.

- protects u obv.

- has a soft spot for u that no one else gets to see.

- calls u nicknames (in Spanish 🥴).

- let’s pretend he survived n y’all lived happily ever after.

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[chicken-fifi]

I'm Not Leaving You | Berlin / Song Jongho (Money Heist Korea)

Pairing: Song Jongho (Berlin) x Fem!Reader (Dublin)

Requested by @irishxgem: Hi, may I have an imagine based of the kdrama Money Heist Korea from episodes 11 & 12? Berlin is dating one of the criminal crew and her nickname can be Dublin. Thanks!

Genre: angst

Warning: character deaths, money heist korea spoilers, guns, bombs, theft, heist, violence, cursing, let me know if i missed anything

Word Count: 2,494words

A/n: i ended up watching the last couple episodes i had left over the course of two days and was pleasantly surprised by some of the plot changes that the writers made for the remake. i did end up covering much of beginning of the show to give some context for those who haven't seen it, as well as adding on to the end with my own idea of what happens to berlin and dublin after the events of episode 12. have fun reading!

From the moment you and Jongho arrived at the hideout to learn how the heist would be carried out, everyone knew that “Berlin and Dublin” had something going on behind the scenes. Despite the brusque and rough appearance and nature of the North Korean man, there was a subtle softness that only a mere glimpse was ever seen when you were in the room or anywhere near him. Originally you weren’t supposed to enter the Mint, Jongho had insisted that you remain outside and completely out of the plan, but you were persistent and the Professor figured it may help keep his younger brother’s mind sane if you were inside with him. You played your part to a “T” throughout the beginning phases of the plan, entering the Mint without so much as a second glance from the guards before all havoc broke loose.

The Professor’s decision to send you in proved right when you managed to prevent him from killing both Miseon and Denver, even though it ended with him being punished for disobeying the orders set in place by the Professor regarding the hostages. Something you would later regret as you were cornered by Chulwoo unarmed with a gun aimed and ready to fire at you. But in true Jongho fashion he managed to save your life as he had done many times prior to the heist.

Things only seemed to get worse from there, Oslo died in the midst of a riot resulting in many of the hostages escaping, whilst Jongho became more and more…paranoid over who had betrayed all of them, nearly ruining the whole plan. You were convinced that the man you were so desperately in love with was slowly but surely losing his mind after not having taken the medicine he needed. Quite sincerely you feared that he would be the downfall of the heist. That his slow sinking into a crazed madman would get him killed. And just as you were convinced everything was going to complete shit, you found out more about the plan than you had ever been told.

Of course that didn’t come without a cost. Everything seemingly began to look less bleak, only for it all to come crashing down once more as yet another person lay dying, suffering from the consequences of the unpredictable decision humans are capable of making. Bringing to your current situation.

You were looking over some of the printed notes, thoughts racing as you prepared for the worst - Moscow’s impending death. It didn’t take a genius to know that there was no way the tunnel would be fully dug before he died from blood loss. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t get attached to any of the other robbers from the start. Afterall, the likelihood of you ever seeing any one of them once it was all over was incredibly low. You came in with Jongho and you would be leaving with him - where you didn’t know, but you knew no one involved would ever cross paths again. 

So why were you sobbing into your fist as you watched Denver plead for Rio to do something as his father took his last breath? Why did it break your heart to see Nairobi’s face twisting in inconsolable pain? Why had you felt sorry for Helsinki as he mourned the murder of his brother? Why did it pain you as much as it did to see Jongho so visibly emotional over the older man? Why did he have to tell you all his name with his last breath?

None of this was supposed to happen. No one was supposed to die. You guys were to come in, print the money, and leave. None of this was part of the plan.

Leaving the office you fell to your knees out on the walkway, your chest hurting beyond words as you struggled to breath. Arms wrapped around you lifting you up into a broad chest, attempting to console you. Your fists banged against Jongho’s chest cursing him for not forcing you to stay back. For not threatening you into leaving him sooner - not that you would’ve listened. You never did. And not a single word left his lips as he held you even long after everyone else found the strength to finish what they had started.

~~~

Shots rang out as you all fired consistently as the police closed in on the barricade they’d just barely managed to build. You only had to stall them. Just stall them long enough to give the team outside the rest of the money. Fueled by adrenaline, you were so focused on firing your weapon that you failed to notice everyone making a run in the direction of the tunnel. Had Jongho not dragged you away you would have stayed, surely dying in the process.

Inside the vault, you waited as everyone climbed down into the tunnel. Helsinki, Nairobi, you, and Jongho were the only ones left. As luck would have it, the bomb meant to block off the tunnel for your escape malfunctioned, the timer not being set off.

“We’ll be caught at this rate,” Jongho rushed out looking back and forth between where you guys were in the tunnel and the vault door. “I’ll stop them somehow.” 

You rushed back up the ladder, noticing how close the police team was to getting a section of the vault open.

“What are you doing?” he asked to load a machine gun, eyes widening as he saw you coming back up.

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed, knowing his plan was a suicide mission. “You’ll die here as soon as they get that open.”

He shrugged off his other gun, “I waited for my father. Even in the prison camp I waited. Thinking that he would come for me.”

“I’m not leaving you!” you cried pushing yourself up, his hand going to your shoulders and pushing you back down into the tunnel. “Jongho! I can’t leave you! You’ll die here!”

“All of us were born to die anyway. It’s only a matter of how soon you go.”

You argued with him, pushing against his hand in an effort to get out of the tunnel. “Jongho, you promised we’d both leave this place together! You promised me!”

He bit his lip looking away at the door before looking back at you, his eyes glazing over, “I promised to make sure you made it out alive. You can start over somewhere no one knows you. Fall in love again, have a family. I can’t do that. I’ve never been able to do that, not with this illness. I can’t give you that future you’ve dreamed of over and over again. But I’m grateful I was at least able to experience true love with you even if it was for a little while.” He choked up looking away, shouting down into the tunnel. “Helsinki! Nairobi! Get her out of here! You guys have to go now!”

Four sets of hands pull you down, Jongho’s pushing you away despite your own gripping onto his forearms for dear life.

“Jongho please!”

“I love you (y/n).”

~~~

Helsinki and Nairobi managed to drag you a ways down the tunnel, the exchange of rounds being fired now muffled. You struggled against their grips even as you nearbed the waterway. You finally managed to break away not setting a foot in the water. Looking at everyone you looked back towards the tunnel.

“I have to go back and get him,” you declared. “I can’t let him die.”

Helsinki reached out to stop you, your frame just barely getting out of his grasp as you grabbed a firearm laying beside you running back down the tunnel hoping you weren’t too late.

~~~

The explosion caused a ringing to fill your ears as you neared the entrance of the tunnel. Dust made its way down into the tunnel as you got closer yelling his name over and over again, despite not being able to hear properly.

“Song Jongho!” you yelled climbing out and making eye contact with him reaching out.

He looked a bit disoriented but shuffled in your direction going down the latter, leaning on you as you struggled down the tunnel together. The mixture of your panting breaths was all that could be heard before his grew harsher until he collapsed. He leaned his back against the wall, pushing you away.

“Go! Go, go, go, go,” he repeated over and over again, his shoving getting harsher. “What the fuck are you doing all the way back here, you crazy bitch?!”

Anger filled your body at his tone and own rage. While now certainly wasn’t the time for lovers quarrel over his term of choice referring to you, you couldn’t but yell back at him with as much anger as he was directing at you. “I’m not leaving you. You are not allowed to die without my permission. Get your shit together and let’s go!”

You looked over at the tunnel entrance noticing the light shining down. Grabbing him you went to force him to stand with you, but his arms stopped you. Hands gripping your biceps, forcing to you look at him, he spoke clearly and softly with clear worry for you evident in his voice.

“Hey, look at me now,” his eyes bore into yours. “At this rate everyone will die, not just us. Go now. Leave me your gun.”

Disbelief was equally as evident on you face as you listened to his words before you gripped the gun tightly, aiming at him for a brief second as you turned to aim at the bomb. “If you insist on dying here, I won’t stop you. But I will too. I’m staying with you. I’m not leaving you.”

He gulped his hands squeezing your arms, pulling you in as he kissed you tenderly, quickly pulling back. “I dragged you into this mess. I’m really sorry.”

“I’ve never regretted it once. I was and still am with you, the man I love, and that’s all that matters.”

You rushed back down the tunnel covering Jongho as you took aim at the bomb, an officer jumping down into the tunnel. You fired the first shot, just barely missing the tiny device. The officer jumped back out as you fired another shot, hitting the wall. The third shot you fired hit the bomb detonating it. A cloud of dirt moved towards the two of you quickly. Jongho grabbed you down and covered you with his body as best as he could to prevent you from getting hurt. Although with how close the two of you were to the bomb, that action wouldn’t have mattered.

~~~

You groaned as you shifted from underneath him, coughing as the combination of fumes from the bomb and dirt filled your lungs. Jongho did the same as he crawled forward, pulling you with him. Your eyes looked back seeing the mound of dirt blocking what was once the entrance of the tunnel. The two of you were just barely out of reach of the mound, something you knew was sheer luck. Had you been any closer you’d be buried alive right now.

“Looks like neither of us is dying today,” Jongho muttered, rising to his feet, pulling you with him. “We’ll have to escape through the sewer system. Mix in with the crowd near the square to not get caught.”

“Let’s go then,” you mumbled, not letting go of his hand as you two made your way to your only chance of escape.

Many twists and turns later, you found yourself under a manhole cover. The chants of a crowd echoing from above. Footsteps echoed down as people stepped on the metal cover. Eventually the footsteps stopped, and Jongho climbed up the metal rods pushing the cover up and moving it over climbing out and looking around, noticing everyone was too busy collecting floating notes from the ground to notice him. He motioned for you to come out, helping you up. His arms didn’t leave you for a moment as you began walking in the direction of the crowd, picking up two masks and putting them as you disappeared among them hand in hand. Walking with the protesting crowd for a few blocks you eventually broke away, going down an empty alley.

“Do you have any change on you by chance?” he asked, not taking off the mask, but turning to face you. “I need to make a call once we find a payphone.”

~~~

You leaned against the glass enclosure of the payphone booth looking at Jongho as he pressed the buttons, smiling as someone picked up on the other end. Smiling, you pushed off the glass and took a few steps away, giving him some privacy to talk, leaning on the rails a few meters away and staring at the beautiful mixture of colors caused by the setting sun.

Not long after the colors fully faded into black, you heard Jongho’s footsteps approaching from behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your own hands went to his wrists gripping them tightly.

“So where do we go now?” you asked.

“Have you heard of Toledo, Spain?”

~~~

Months Later…

A soft breeze made its way into the living room through the open windows. You were busy cutting away in the kitchen, preparing a light lunch with the fresh produce from your small garden. The sound of keys jingling filled your eyes as a soft smile made its way onto your face, before you forced it away, only sparing a quick look in the direction of the front door.

“Before you get mad,” Jongho began raising his arms in defense. “I didn’t expect there to be that many people on the roads.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, a deadpan expression on your face.

“Look, I just want to buy you a small gift and be back before you could notice I was gone. Am I such a horrible person for wanting to get my girl something to celebrate a year since our grand escape.”

“As if you deciding to go on an impromptu suicide mission is something to celebrate.”

He winced. He never winced, before you became a constant in his life. Before he could’ve given two shits about what anyone said about his actions, but lord forbid you get upset with him over anything. Not that he would let you or anyone else know the kind of effect you had on him. He rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, placing the small paper bag on the counter in front of you without a word. Setting the knife down you opened the small bag pulling out a box. Taking off the lip you froze as you saw the golden jewelry set.

“You should wear them tonight, nothing else,” he spoke as he walked away satisfied with the look on your face as you registered his words.

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[juan-francisco-palencia]

Eine Blume auf dem Weg.

“Fate or luck. Some rare moments make us reflect on the mysteries of life and who we really are…”

I'm not a writer because I'm not sure that everything I say ends well. I am not a poet either because I am not sure if everything I say becomes an offering, sublime poetry or if it is insulting and does not end well. I'm just a poor being. Who carries in her heart joy, the mortal grace of a woman, a hope, the reason to live to love with all her soul.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

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[agent-grey-fics]

Breaking Point | Part 2 of ‘You don’t belong here’

Who: Denver x reader

Wordcount: 3400

Summary: After a chaotic heist at the Royal Mint, you find yourself shot and fighting for your life. Denver, determined to prioritize saving you over the heist, resorts to extreme measures to ensure your safety. Will you survive this?

Warnings: Violence, sexual tension, injury, trauma, language

Part 2 of You don’t belong here, you can read it here: X

A loud bang echoed through the Royal Mint. Denver and Tokyo exchanged a confused look. ‘Was that a gunshot?’ Without wasting time, they ran toward the entrance hall where they had gathered the hostages. Taking two steps at a time as they ran down the stairs. ‘What the fuck is going on?’ Tokyo yelled towards Berlin when she saw Rio on his knees, hunched over your body. Oslo and Moscow held the hostages at gunpoint, here and there a cry sounded in disbelief. A smug grin hung on Berlin’s lips, a young woman stood trembling on her legs behind him. He was disgusting, using fear to fulfil his own needs. ‘I told her to stay in line, she should not meddle in other people’s business.’ Denver could not grasp the image before his eyes. 

You lay motionless on the ground, Rio pressed his hands hard on your stomach and Nairobi looked in disbelief at Berlin casually holding a revolver in his hand. ‘He fucking shot her.’ When these words reached Denver’s ears he launched himself forward, toward the older gangster. ‘I’m going to fucking kill him!’ Denver was screaming at the top of his lungs. Tokyo did her best to stop her friend, clinging to his waist. But he was too strong. With a simple shove, he pushed her off him and she fell to the ground with a thud. Berlin pointed the gun at the young robber. “I warned her.” Denver seemed unimpressed and continued to run in his direction. Before Berlin had the chance to shoot at him, Denver had worked him to the ground and his fist collided with his jaw. ‘You piece of shit.’ Berlin resisted fiercely, allowing Denver only a few good hits at his face and body. ‘Enough!’ Tokyo crawled upright again and tried to pull Denver off of him with all her strength but it had no effect. ‘Denver stop, she needs you!’ It was Rio screaming over his shoulder to the frantic man. It wasn’t until Helsinki marched towards the two and pulled Denver backwards onto the ground with little effort that the fight stopped. 

‘You need to calm down and help me carry her towards the office space where we stationed Arturo.’ The Serb remained calm and began handing out orders to the other group members. He went into his military mode. ‘You stay the fuck here because if I see you near her again I’ll fucking kill you myself, understood?’ Berlin could only nod irritably when he heard the Serb’s words. ‘Rio and Nairobi, keep a fucking eye on him and if he tries something funny shoot him in the leg.’ ‘Yes sir!’ Nairobi gave him a military salute. ‘Tolyo, Oslo, Moscow stay with the hostages.’ 

Denver quickly crawled back on his feet and ran toward you, still lying on the floor. ‘Baby, come on open your eyes.’ His hands were trembling as he gently placed them on your face. ‘You need to apply pressure where she was shot.’ Rio nodded towards your abdomen, blood flowed down his fingers. ‘Pressure.’ Denver mumbled to himself. As Denver applied pressure onto your stomach, memories of your moments together flooded his mind. The laughter, the shared glances, the intimacy you had discovered amid chaos. Denver, usually calm under pressure, found himself teetering on the edge of despair. ‘Please babe.’

Helsinki sank to his knees next to Rio, pushing his hands away so he could place a makeshift tourniquet onto the gaping hole in your abdomen. ‘Come on sweety let’s get you patched up.’ Denver gently placed you in his arms so he could carry you towards the office space which now served as a makeshift hospital. His heart raced as he carried your limp body, your blood stained his hands, and the gravity of the situation pressed down on him like a heavyweight. Berlin had jeopardised everything, he wasn’t done with him. The heist was already stressful and chaotic since Arturo got shot on the roof. But Denver couldn’t afford to lose you, he was going to do everything in his power to make sure you were going to make it.

‘Do you see the irony of it?’ Helsinki mumbled to him as they placed her body on a table next to Arturo. ‘She was supposed to patch us up, not the other way around.’ Denver gently stroked your hair; he was afraid you were going to break under his touch. ‘I swear to god that I’ll kill Berlin for this. The bastard.’ His eyes became watery and he blinked a few times so his vision was no longer blurred. Helsinki patted him on the back. ‘Come on, your girl needs you.’ A shaky sigh left his lips. ‘Okay, what do you need from me?’ Helsinki listed a series of materials he needed.  In the confined space, he sought any medical supplies he could find. Realizing quickly that they didn’t have everything they needed. Helsinki tried his best to stabilize the girl he learned to love as a sister. ‘We’re going to do everything we can bro.’ Denver just nodded, he already knew what he was going to do. 

Denver’s eyes were fixed on the makeshift hospital room, where Helsinki worked tirelessly to stabilize you. The urgency in the air was palpable, heightened by the earlier chaos of Arturo getting shot on the roof and of Berlin shooting you out of nowhere. Denver’s mind raced, a plan forming like a storm in his thoughts.

As Helsinki barked orders for supplies, Denver’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the Royal Mint. The deal with the police had brought surgeons to attend to Arturo, but Denver couldn’t let them focus solely on him. He had to make a bold move to ensure the surgeons would save you first.

Without a second thought, Denver bolted from the room, gun drawn, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached the entrance hall where the surgeons were setting up to attend to Arturo. Determination etched on his face, Denver intercepted the lead surgeon, a middle-aged man in a white coat. ‘Listen, you’re not working on Arturo first,’ Denver declared, his voice low and intense as he pressed the gun against the doctor’s temple. Nairobi gasped for air as she saw his move. ‘Denver, what the fuck are you doing?’. ‘She’s dying! I cannot let her die, I won’t let her die!’ Tears were welling up in his eyes again. The surgeon, taken aback, stammered, ‘But we’re here to help the hostages, that’s the deal with the police.’ Rio cautiously approached his friend. ‘Bro, think this through. We must be careful here, they are just aid workers doing their jobs.’ Denver shook his head. ‘No, they’re helping her first. Then they can help him.’ Rio raised his hands in surrender. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll go and get her here. Stay calm.’ Denver’s eyes bore into the surgeon’s around the table. “You’re going to help her first,” he pointed back toward the makeshift hospital. ‘She’s dying, and she doesn’t have time to wait for your bureaucratic protocols. Do you understand?!’

The surgeons hesitated, caught between the demand and their professional obligations. Denver, fueled by desperation and love, leaned in closer. ‘If you don’t help her, you’ll have a bloodbath on your hands. I’ll fucking kill them all.’ There was a tense moment of silence, and then they nodded, realizing the severity of the situation. Denver led him back to the room where Helsinki was working. The surgeon assessed the situation quickly, understanding the gravity of your condition.

‘Alright,’ the surgeon said, taking charge. "Hook her up to the monitor and prep a sterile field for the equipment. Now, someone assist me.’. Denver, feeling a mix of relief and determination, jumped in to assist. The room buzzed with urgency as the surgeon and the makeshift medical team worked together. Denver stole glances at you, hoping against hope that the medical intervention would be enough to save you.

As the surgeons worked to stabilise you, Denver couldn’t shake off the guilt and anger toward Berlin. He vowed silently to make the older gangster pay for what he had done. The heist had taken an even darker turn, and Denver was willing to break any rule, defy any expectation, to ensure the woman he loved would survive.

‘Clamp!’ The surgeon ordered his colleagues as he poked at you with tweezers. 'I can see the bullet, wait I-’ A clanging sound resounded as the bullet fell into the metal dish. Denver breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the metal ball on the table. ‘Needle and thread, I have to be quick.’. With determination, he began suturing the wound. 'Give her a bag of O- too, she’s going to need it.’ Denver watched with wide eyes as they hooked you up to an IV so you could get enough blood again. "Are you sure she can get O-? The surgeon nodded. 'Universal donor.’ ’ He muttered as he tied the last loop. ‘This is all we can do for her inside here, if you let her go outside with us we can guarantee her safety.’ Denver immediately shook his head. 'No, no if she goes out, she’ll get at least 30 years in prison. Is she stable?’ The surgeon nodded. 'Then she stays here.’

Helsinki moved the table you were lying on to the corner of the room. Denver followed on your heels. As soon as the Serbian led the surgeons toward Arturo, he sank down on his knees. 'We should have left while we still had the chance. I knew it. He dropped the weapon beside him and grasped his hair desperately. ‘You’re going to be okay, you have to be okay. I’m not walking out of here without you’.

You could hear what Denver was saying to you but you weren’t able to respond, you were in a strange twilight zone. You weren’t awake but you weren’t unconscious either, you had felt all the pain, it was burning. It was a strange state you were in.

Denver stormed down the stairs straight to the entrance hall with an assault rifle in hand. ‘Denv-’ Tokyo tried to reason with him but it was to no avail. He put his Dali mask back on and pointed the rifle at Berlin’s face who was sitting on the ground near the hostages. ‘Get up.’ A cocky grin appeared on his lips. ‘What didn’t your girl make it?’ Denver was seeing red. ‘I’m going to ask you one more time and if you don’t listen I’ll blow your brains out.’ He raised his hands in surrender and stood up. He didn’t want to risk it to see if he was bluffing or not. ‘Towards the entrance.’ Denver pointed his gun towards the massive door that was shielding them from the outside. ‘You’re kidding?’ He shook his head. ‘Rio, go open the fucking door.’ Rio didn’t waste a second and ran towards his computer. ‘Everyone up, masks on and weapons at the ready!’ Tokyo yelled towards the hostages. They all obeyed and stood in a V-shape behind Denver, all their weapons pointed at Berlin. Nairobi casually walked toward him and pulled the Dali mask from his hands. ‘Didn’t think so.’ She took her place next to Rio at the door. ‘Rio, now!’. 

Before anyone could object, the young man opened the doors. 'Drive him out. The crowd stepped forward evenly with their weapons drawn so Berlin had no choice but to walk out of the bank.  ‘Adios bastard!’ Nairobi shouted. The police did not understand what was happening, one of them was thrown out of the bank. Without a mask. Within seconds they had his name: Andrés de Fonollosa. The special units marched forward and charged him. His hands were harshly held behind his back and they dragged him into the interrogation tent. As Berlin looked over his shoulder one last time, Denver raised his middle finger at him. One last sign of envy. 

Rio closed the doors before the police fully realized what just happened. When they were fully closed, Tokyo pulled off her mask. 'The professor is going to kill you. How are we ever supposed to get out of here alive?’ 'Calm down, we’ll find a solution to it. Besides, I don’t think I was the only one who wanted him out.’ Denver looked at the other gang members. Rio and Nairobi nodded in agreement; the others shrugged. 'He was just there to perform fear on the hostage takers, he had no real job. I’ll take over his duties. We’ll get out of here, with the money as agreed. Promise.’ Tokyo wearily stroked a hand through her hair. 'I hope you’re right Denver.’

Three days had passed and you still hadn’t awakened. The gang members had planned out a rotation so there was always someone sitting by your side. It was Denver’s turn. He held your hand and absently stroked your knuckles with his thumb. 'We haven’t discussed where we would go when we walk out of here.’ He muttered more to himself than to you. ‘I thought we were going to live on a remote island and party on the beach every night?’ Your voice was hoarse and your throat hurt from days of not speaking. ‘What happened?’ You tried to sit up but a hellish twinge of pain stopped you. Your face twisted in pain. Denver was in shock. ‘You’re awake,’ he muttered to himself, ‘you’re alive.’ He gently pushed you down so that you were back on the table. 'No, don’t move too much. Berlin shot you. Don’t worry I made him pay.’ Confusion was on your face. 'How long was I out for?’ Denver gently stroked hair out of your face. 'Three days, we leave in two hours.’ He stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. 'I’d never have left you behind, Helsinki and I made a stretcher.’ 'What happened to Berlin?’ Denver chuckled irritably, an angry expression crossed his face.  'We handed him over to the police. He crossed the line, we’re a team and he betrayed you.'  Flashes of Berlin forcing a woman into sexual acts moved before your eyes again. 'I couldn’t let him have his way,’ you muttered. 'I know sweetheart, I know.’

You had completely forgotten about the Professor, how would he have reacted? "El Professor? Denver saw the question in your eyes. 'He was angry, but he understood our reaction. We couldn’t trust him anymore.’ You nodded gently, thankfully he wasn’t the most important link you thought to yourself. How could you have been so wrong about someone, he seemed to be a strong leader type when he was just a pervert. 

'Would you like to try standing and walking around a bit?’ You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. ‘Come on, I’ll help you.’ Denver stood up again and placed a strong arm around your shoulders to gently help you upright so you were in a sitting position. ‘Take a deep breath baby.’ He mumbled when he saw the painful grimace on your face. Air filled your lungs when you did what he said. You resisted the pain and swung your legs over the edge of the table. 'Put your arm around my shoulders so I can support you.’ Obediently, you did as he asked of you and clung to his neck. He gently wrapped one arm around your lower back and the other along the front of your hips. He was careful so he didn’t touch the gunshot wound. ‘On three, one, two, three.’ You got to your feet. It was a strange feeling, they felt very heavy but that was probably because you had been lying on an uncomfortable table for three days. Everything was a little stiff. Cautiously taking some steps, Denver did not leave your side afraid you would fall. ‘And?’ His voice was hoarse. ‘I’m a bit sore and not the good kind.’ His laughter roared through the room. 'I can take care of that in a few days when you’re feeling better.’ Blood rushed to your cheeks. 'Don’t be so vulgar.’ Before he could object, the office door flew open and Helsinki walked in. ‘You’re awake?’ A grin spread across his lips. ‘You’re awake!’ The Serb walked toward you but Denver raised his hand protectively. 'Gunshot wound and haven’t been awake for three days, be careful big boy.’ Helsinki rolled his eyes before gently wrapping his arms around your frame. 'Oh I am so glad you’re okay. I hadn’t doubted my ability for a moment but still.’ You laughed softly. ‘Thank you, I owe you my life.’ He shook his head. 'Well, I did a lot but if Denver hadn’t obliged the surgeons for Arturo to help you I don’t think we would be standing here now.’ You looked at Denver with a raised eyebrow. He had a sheepish expression on his face. ‘I might have held them at gunpoint until they agreed to operate on you,’ he admitted. Your mouth fell open in astonishment. ‘Dude, they’re EMT’s. You gotta show them some respect.’ He nodded. ‘I know, but I was panicking, and we couldn’t do everything because we didn’t have the right equipment. They were our only option. Your only option.’ You nodded. ‘Bring me to the others so we can leave here as soon as possible, please.’ The three of you walked towards the large entrance hall where everyone had gathered. ‘Havana!’ Nairobi exclaimed upon seeing you coming down the stairs. Tokyo and Rio turned around when they heard her scream. Moscow winked at his son, who couldn’t contain a grin. ‘Sorry I couldn’t help more,’ you mumbled as you stood among the others. Everyone expressed relief that you had pulled through and assured you that everything was going smoothly. ‘We’re leaving in 30 minutes.’ Helsinki announced. Everyone nodded. ‘Let’s do this.’ 

2 months later 

The two of you lay side by side on the sun-soaked sands of the deserted island, the rhythmic sound of gentle waves providing a soothing backdrop. With the golden sun kissing your skin, you took turns applying sunscreen, laughter dancing in the air as you playfully teased each other. ‘Give me a kiss.’ It wasn’t a question, he ordered you but you didn’t mind. You crawled towards him and straddled his lap, one knee on each side of him. ‘Told you we would end up on an island.’ You mumbled before you pressed your lips softly on his. He hummed in agreement. You placed your arms loosely around his neck and his hands slowly crept up. First over your thighs until they found a spot above the edge of your bikini bottoms. You leaned back a little so you could look at him. 'I could do this forever. Just the two of us on a deserted island.’ He nodded in agreement. ‘I assumed this was forever from now.’ He had that boyish grin on his face that you loved so much. ‘If we’re really going to do this, then-’ You didn’t finish your sentence and kissed him again, more intensely than before. You fought for dominance as your tongues swirled around each other. He didn’t just give in. His hands moved a little higher and he played with the string of your bikini top. Tired of his wait-and-see attitude, you untied the string yourself, followed by the string at your neck, causing the top to fall between you. 'I thought you promised me I was going to be sore? Or am I remembering that wrong?’ He didn’t wait a second and pushed you back into the sand. His lips found the pulse point on your neck. He sucked it gently until the stinging sensation earned a moan from you, then soothed it with his tongue. 'Havana you drive me crazy.’ he mumbled against your neck. ‘Call me y/n, please call me y/n.’ He was stunned for a few seconds and pushed himself up on his arms so he could look at you. ‘Y/n’ he mumbled, a grin appearing on his face. ‘My actual name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Dani.’ You smiled back as you repeated his name. ‘That’s easier to scream when I’m fucking you.’ You laughed out loud. ‘I hope that’s a promise.’  Instead of answering, he pressed his lips hungrily to yours again.

#denver imagine #denver x reader #denver casa de papel #Denver Casa de papel x reader #casa de papel fanfic #la casa de papel #casa de papel x reader #casa de papel #agent grey writings #rio x reader #tokyo x reader #Berlin x reader

[depressopax]

HII could you maybe write something for Berlin like HCs being in a relationship with him, maybe with connections to the new show or sm.

(Im actually so glad I found someone who writes for this fandom bc there’s literally no one nearly 😭)

Berlin - Relationship headcanons

Thank you for the request!! <3 I'm happy to see more LCDP fans here omg 😭 Hope ya like it! :)

Smut version can be found here

Pairing: Berlin/Andrés de Fonollosa x gn!reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): Spoilers for LCDP. Cuss words, Berlin being a bit possessive, reader uses they/them pronouns Words: 1145 Summary: Being in a relationship with Berlin would include…  English is not my first language - lmk if there's any spelling mistakes so I can improve my writing! &lt;3

Being in a relationship with this man would be a roller-coaster of emotions…

But you can’t really complain!

People see him as “cold and self-centered”, which is partially true.

BUT when he’s in love, it’s like his whole personality changes.

You are his whole world, and he will do everything to put his ego aside, and show you just how loving he can be.

And boy, he succeeds… 

When he first saw you, it was love at first sight, or at least for him.

He would find out everything about you, what you like to eat, what hobbies you have, and the places you like to be at.

He would just wait for you to approach him first, but it wasn’t that easy…

After a while, he stopped being stubborn and started talking to you.

Berlin would make sure you fall for him, and that would be his biggest goal.

He would take you on extraordinary dates and totally spoil you.

He prefers calm private dates, but wouldn’t mind going to a bar/nightclub if you like that.

Despite his sophisticated looks, he knows how to party. (That one scene in Berlin when he’s at the punk club LMAOO)

Seeing you hyped up makes him happy, so how can he not love partying with you?

The two of you having lazy mornings together. Berlin is a night owl, and getting him out of bed in the morning is a challenge.

He’ll also never let you leave bed. - “Just 5 more minutes, love! - “Are you gonna leave me, all cold and lonely in bed, huh?”

Berlin wouldn’t give up his flirting until you fall in love with him. 

Once that happens - he won’t shut up about you

Like, EVER.

He would drive Sergio and his other friends insane with how much he talks about you, telling them a bit too much about his love life… 

Berlin is the cheesiest guy you’ll ever meet, tbh.

And he takes that as a compliment.

He would write you love letters, send good-morning AND goodnight messages to you, and bring you flowers every now and then. 

Berlin is a man with many talents, and he loves impressing you, especially with his singing

Cheesy as it sounds, he even sings you serenades to express his love and devotion.

You’d have to put up with his weird and impulsive ideas.

Whether it’s planning a spontaneous trip, a heist, etc…

He needs someone to tell him to calm the hell down lol

As seen in the show, Berlin is very passionate and a bit unpredictable.

Being in a relationship is no exception.

Everyday with him is like an adventure, and he knows how to spice things up to not end up like a “boring couple”. 

His goal would be making sure the honeymoon phase never ends. 

He would make sure to tell you how amazing and good-looking you are EVERYDAY. 

He is not afraid to argue with you, but would rather admit he is “wrong” rather than have you be mad at him for too long. 

He’s not always good at reading your emotions and knows what you’re feeling, but tries to. 

It breaks his heart to see you upset, and will try to make you feel better. 

He can be rather possessive too. If someone stares at you for a bit too long, or flirt with you, he’s not afraid to show them that “you are his”.

He’s extra protective of you when you are around his friends. He wants to make sure you feel safe, and also that no one tries hitting on you…

Especially if you are shy, he’d be very close to you, smile at you when you talk and laugh extra loud if you say something funny. 

He makes sure your friends like him. 

He wants to make a good impression on everyone, but especially when it is your friends and family. 

Big fan of PDA. He’s a man that is not afraid to kiss you in public, and he practically never lets go of your hand when you’re outdoors together. 

When cuddling, he prefers being the big spoon. 

One of Berlin’s love languages is touch.

He enjoys having his hand on your thigh, giving your shoulders soft massages, and forehead kisses. He’s the type of guy to kiss your hands, too.

If you have long hair, he tends to fidget with it, running his fingers through it, stroking it away from your face and even braiding it.

Berlin definitely treats you like a god/goddess. 

But the relationship would also be challenging from time to time.

Berlin being a criminal does bother you.

Your fear is for him to get caught and end up in jail.

He’d have to reassure you a lot that he won’t get caught, promising you that he will be fine.

But don’t worry, he makes sure to keep that promise. 

His pet names for you: (My) love, honey, babe… 

His phone is full with pictures of you and you’re definitely both his home- and lock-screen. 

He has lots of money, and spends them on you, whether you like it or not. 

Berlin enjoys luxury and wants to give you a luxurious life.

His dream is to travel and see the world with you by his side.

If you don’t speak Spanish, he would offer to teach it to you. 

He is very overprotective and makes sure you keep a distance from his work. 

But he does enjoy impressing you with dramatic stories about his heists.

During his most difficult and dangerous heists, he will think of you and keep on fighting so he can come back home to you. 

When he’s away for a longer time, Berlin makes sure to text and call you with regular updates. But in all honesty, he just misses your voice.

Like I said earlier, he is an unpredictable man, and if someone is mean to you, yikes… - “Just drop it, Andrés!” “No, babe… I’ll have a ‘chat’ with them…”

Remember the throwback scene of Berlin and the man that made fun of his bow tie? 

Let’s just say, whoever insulted you will return to you and apologize, trembling and crying from pain and fright.  

…Berlin would just return to you with a smug smile, pretending like nothing happened… 

And act all clueless when you confront him about it. 

With you, Berlin is soft and passionate, but others view him as your “scary boyfriend”, a title he accepts with pride. 

To summarize… Despite Berlin's cold exterior, he is the complete opposite with you. He has so much love to give, and isn’t scared to do so. He will make sure to worship you and make sure you feel loved. All he wants is to spend his time with you, and give you the passion, excitement and devotion you deserve. Being together with him is definitely not boring.

I have such hate-love relationship to Berlin bruh 😭 Andrés in Berlin >>>>>>> LCDP

#la casa de papel #fanfiction #fluff #x reader #fanfic writing #fic writing #money heist #scenarios #lcdp berlin #berlin netflix #berlin money heist #berlin lcdp #berlin #andres de fonollosa #berlin andres #andrés de fonollosa #money heist imagine #pedro alonso #fanfic readers #gn reader #reader insert #x gn y/n #gn!reader #headcanon #relationship headcanons #lcdp #fanfic #fanfic authors #fan fiction #fanfiction writer

[smimon]

I don't have any good photos from Berlin gig but I still know how to draw so here are some of my favourite moments

Käärijä removing his sunglasses to reveal pure joy and exitement on his face upon seeing so many people in the audience 😭

Jaakko judging me (without breaking character) for taking photos of him specifically while he was just standing there

Jukka shooting his sniper guitar at the audience

Allu performing live the lines "ku mul on puutetila vitamiinist" etc from Hirttää Kiinni, his voice is so good 👌 gdy śpiewa, panie mają dreszcze i wzdychają "jeszcze, jeszcze"

When we were singing happy birthday to Luna from Stuttgart-- I mean from Vodka - the Dalttons joined, but not Häärijä, who right at that moment pretended he's one of them

After Cha Cha Cha Häärijä high fived the entire first row as if to say "good job everybody" 😭

#ok now that i got this out i can do some inktobers. tomorrow #käärijä #berlin gig #fanart #my art #art by op #häärijä #dalttonit #i mean i can still post the photos but you will need a lot of imagination to figure out what's happening on them #shit i forgot the sticker on Jukkas guitar 💀

[savvylittlecoxswain]

Sudden revelation paid Bobby Moch a visit as well. His came as he sat, in the shade under a tree in a wide-open field on Travers Island, opening an enve-lope. The envelope contained a letter from his father, the letter Bobby had re quested, listing the addresses of the relatives he hoped to visit in Europe. But the envelope also contained a second, sealed, envelope labeled, "Read this in a private place." Now, alarmed, sitting under the tree. Moch opened the second envelope and read its contents. By the time he had finished reading, tears were running down his face.

The news was innocuous enough by twenty-first-century standards, but in the context of social attitudes in America in the 193os it came as a profound shock. When he met his relatives in Europe, Gaston Moch told his son, he was going to learn for the first time that he and his family were Jewish.

Bobby sat under the tree, brooding for a long while, not because he suddenly found himself a member of what was then still a much discriminated against minority, but because as he absorbed the news he realized for the first time the terrible pain his father must have carried silently within him for so many years. For decades, his father had felt that in order to make it in America it was necessary to conceal an essential element of his identity from his friends, his neighbors, and even his own children. Bobby had been brought up to believe that everyone should be treated according to his actions and his character, not according to stereotypes. It was his father himself who had taught him that. Now it came as a searing revelation that his father had not felt safe enough to live by that same simple proposition, that he had kept his heritage hidden painfully away, a secret to be ashamed of, even in America, even from his own beloved son.

— The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown

#and then can you imagine having to gk to Berlin for the Olympics immediately after finding out???? #where there was already tons antisemitic legislation in place?? #AND PEOPLE MURDERED FOR BEING JEWISH??!! #the boys in the boat #quotes #book quotes #bobby moch #Bobby Moch needs a hug #real tbitb

[oreo-cookies-fan]

Damian is no. 1 Berlermo shipper, you can't change my mind

#lcdp #berlin netflix #the talk he gave andres about love #i just wanted to scream BERLERMO #imagine andres and damian not seeing each other for a year or sth like this and then they meet and andres introduces martin #and damian is like I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE #and he tries to give andres subtle hints but andres is just stupid #and he just snaps one day #oooh i feel a new ff coming my way #Berlermo

[catlliecal]

I think what’s interesting to me about Yor is that Yor Briar/Forger isn’t just a front to hide Thorn Princess, that Thorn Princess alone isn’t her “true self,” nor is Yor Briar/Forger alone her “true self.” They both make up her. She’s compassionate. She may be a bit aloof, but she’s also very intelligent and knows the best place to attack someone to kill them as quickly as possible. I think that makes her a very wonderful character.

#spy x family #sxf #yor briar #yor forger #thorn princess #sxf yor #spy x family yor #cal rambles #her doubts over not having traditionally feminine/motherly skills makes sense given the (likely) time period #we seem to be in a fictional Berlin during a high tension point of the Cold War #I’d imagine many traditional skills are taught and valued because they are the norm for a woman #especially the higher up the social ladder you are #yor spent most of her childhood learning to kill to support her brother #she didn’t have time to also learn those things because they didn’t help her assassin work #she may take things at face value and can be a bit gullible at timed but I relate that back to her upbringing #when you’re mostly killing you don’t need too many of those kinds of social skills #and if you want to read it this way she could be undiagnosed autistic #wait that might actually be really cool #anywho #i just think she's neat

[ciggrx]

Money Heist: Joint economic area

Summary: You a doctor decide to visit the mint at a random day without knowing that a group of robbers have decided the rob the mint the same day. How will it go for you? Especially if you know the man in-charge their? The man you have been looking for a few years? READ TO FIND OUT!.

Relationship: Berlin x fem!reader.

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You woke up, quite happily, it was your day off the tiring job, you didn't have to be in the surgery room for hours, sounds good to you.

You had decided to visit a friend who works at the mint Misun, you were became friends in the north( yes you are from the north).

You got ready, checking your bag, your cellphone, money, your medicine and a first-aid kit just in case someone gets shot unexpectedly (because we should always be prepared, not because this is a money heist fic) yes a werid habit but what can we do, also a pack of ramen if you get hungry, yes you eat the noodles raw with the spices, if necessary

You drove to the mint, called her a few times, she didn't answer, this was supposed to be the break since you slept in today.

You sighted, shoving your cell in your pocket as you walked in, the mint was open for visiting, you knew that.

Getting through the security you roamed around the mint, spotted you one and only friend here, just as you were about to call out her Mane you noticed the director, they looked like they were having a "lover's quarrel" you sighted mentally, "how many times have i told this girl that she can do better?" You thought as you turned around to leave, you can meet her after she gets off her job.

gunshot and screams were heard as you flinched, at the sudden noise, you looked around, cleared, you looked back as Misun finally spotted you, you ran to her grabbed her hand about to run out of her, it wasn't that new to you, you are good at escaping these kind of situation.

"Y/n what are you doing here?!" She asked panicked.

"is this really the time for this? We are getting out of here" you said pulling her as she stared to walk along with you, until the director grabbed her arm.

You both shot your heads back to him "what do you want?" You asked clearly annoyed, you heard footsteps nearing.

"where are you taking her?"

"the fuck out of here?!" You said.

"how they have guns-"

"i escaped the north this shouldn't be a big deal-"

"oh no, Did i just interpreted a lover's quarrel?" A masked and armed man asked.

You sighted and mentally cursed the director for interpreting your escape, this was the first time you met him and you didn't like him.

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

You stood next to the director, blindfolded like the rest of the hostages who were trembling, more like everyone here was, but were you scared? No, You have been through worse.

"i apologize for the inconveniences but you are our hostages" you heard a voice say, a awfully femilar voice.

"Well, they should leave after a while" you thought.

The phone on the reception rang and the director raised his hand, "i-i-it might be the headquarters, if we don't pick up th-th- they'll know something's wrong" he said.

Oh! How badly you wanted to punch him right in the nose and knock him out, how can one be so dumb? You thought trying your best not to rip the blindfold off and hold him in a choke hold.

Misun signalled him to stop talking, "you know i like your face, i feel like I'll grow to like you" he patted him on the shoulders.

"now, who will answer the call? You" he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out, "you are the only one who isn't trembling, nerves of steel huh?" He said, while walking you to the ringing phone on the desk.

He placed your hand on the phone, you took a deep breath and answerd the call.

"hello, this is the mint, how can I help you?" You asked in a awfully calm voice.

You stayed silent for a moment.

"we were having some network issues-" you cut off by the person on the other side of the call.

You went silent listing the the person, a smile appeared on your face as you scoffed.

"isn't that your job to find out the the issue is?!" You strated calmly before losing the cool in the end, as you slammed the phone down ending the call.

"let's go back" the unknown man said as he led you back to your place.

It's been a while since you were standing at the same place blindfolded, before the emergency alarm went off and the doors opened.

You heard the velcro ripping from your side, "director did smth again" you thought and sighted.

"you can look, come on open your eyes it's okay" Berlin the one incharge here said.

"you want to know what we will be doing?"

No, no I don't" he said.

"we are going to have a gun fight with the police and people are going to die, just like in the movies. Bang!" You heard him said as people, you included flinched at the bang.

.........……...……………………………………………………………

Gunshots and screams were heard for a while before the door closed once again.

"you can now remove your blindfolds" you heard the same man incharge say, you hands went to the back of your head as you removed the blindfold.

You blinked a few times adjusting to the bright light in the room, you looked around observing your surroundings.

The director was still trembling, the robbers weren't wearing their masks, people around you were whispering, mumbling some even sobbing, your eyes were stuck on a familiar figure, who was giving a speech about how this will be a story you can tell your grandchildren and how if you do something like causing trouble you will be punished and stuff, you weren't listening to be honest.

the only thing going around in your mind was "why is his back so familiar? Have I seen or maybe met him before? Did i ever treated him?" You were pulled out of your thoughts, "your cellphone" one of them said.

Your hand went to your pocket pulled your cellphone out and placed it along with the others.

Your attention was once again at the femilar man who was currently looking at you, with a small smug on his face.

Your eyes widened in realisation, lips slightly parting, a amused chuckle left your mouth.

"Song Jungho" you mouthed him.

He raised a brow as his smirk grew, you could tell he was surprised as well, a small chuckle escaped him as well as he looked around, before looking back at you and nodding his head and mouthing something that made you Chuckle

"it's been a while."

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Hope you liked it! It's not proofread and English is not my first language so ignore any typos or mistakes.

There wasn't much on this fine man so i thought of writing some, hope you have great day!

#money heist korea #money heist imagine #berlin #money heist tokyo #money heist berlin #money heist korea:Joint economic area #berlin x reader

[jungjungmochi]

Unspoken Feelings

- Berleezy x Fem! reader

- 3rd person point of view

- Reader is Krysta’s sister

- This might be short and I’m so sorry! It’s probably so bad and I’m really sorry! But I’d been in a hurry to update you guys. I had a lot going on with my apartment and stuff but I’m now present and hopefully this will get you through!

- Angst to Fluff

- Summary: Even if the relationship didn’t last, biting down on the tongue hurt. So, with a bit of awkwardness, hurt feelings, and the push from your sister, it was time to confess with the unspoken words. Wanting to fix it all.

If someone had ever approached you, told you that you wouldn’t last with Berlin, it would’ve made you give out the biggest laugh of your life. Not you and Berlin. The couple that did almost everything together, the couple that showed up in videos, the girlfriend that always did photo shoots for the merchandise. The supportive girl and her protective boyfriend who cuddled her at night, assured her everything would be okay. It felt unreal. But it was the reality, and it hurt thinking about the way it would be the truth, even if you didn’t want to accept the reality. Every bit of what someone would say, was true.

It was rough remembering the split from Berlin, Krysta remembered seeing your tears. She felt for you, her intentions to introduce you was to never watch you two fall apart, it was to never watch you both get hurt. And sometimes it took you to assure when she apologized a thousand times that it wasn’t her doing and she shouldn’t take the blame for the miscommunication that both of you had. Having to give her a talk about how it was your relationship and not her responsibility to worry about something she had no ill intentions for. She remembered showing Berlin a photo of you, which turned into him being genuinely attracted, which became the desire to meet. And when it happened, you wanted nothing more than to be together from there.

It was like any other day, today work called in early, as much as you despised opening, you still preferred to secure your job and money. Not wanting to go without, so you’d stick around for a few hours of your shift. Which is what you did, and now after the dreading hours of trying to keep calm and not explode on the rude customers you had for the day, it was time to sink into the comfort of your home. “Oh you’re home from work!” Krysta smiled. “Girl please. It was the worst. I hated it! Some girl came in yelling at me and it didn’t help that I couldn’t hit her! She stood there and complained for an hour before she was told to leave. I couldn’t reason with her.” You scoffed at the thought of the lady from earlier. This caused your sister to let out a laugh as she shakes her head slightly. “Well. Y/n. You can’t fight customers. Sadly. So I’m glad you didn’t hit her.” She hums. Yeah, glad. You were happy you didn’t either, you were still upset, hurt. And had anger from your break up.

These feelings didn’t go by easily, even your sister could sense they were still there. She knew, and deep down she wanted to make sure you’d always be okay no matter what. Even if it felt like your three-year relationship was really a waste of memories. “Look. Y/n, if you want us to stop being friends. We can. I won’t hang out with him…” she said. At least you knew she always had your back, but you had no reason to make your sister stop her friendship. Mainly because it was never her fault in the first place. "No, Krysta. I'm not going to make you stop your friendship with him. It's not your fault that things between us ended." you assured. She still felt bad, she hated seeing you so down, knowing you still love him, even though you made it obvious based on your reactions upon hearing his name. "Besides that. Would you like to go out and eat tonight?" she asked. A small smile had formed on your lips. "Sure, later tonight we can go. I need to get out of these damn clothes," you said as you smiled at her. She always knew a way to cheer you up.

The sounds of people chattering filled the room, but it wasn't so bad after all. Being able to sit at the table and eat with your sister, share a laugh, and have some drinks, which drinking has never fully been your best suit. You remember the time Berlin damn near exploded upon hearing that you walked home drunk late at night. But, once again, he was there. Because he made sure he would find you and get you home and well taken care of. Krysta couldn't scold you though since she would be sober if you did get drunk.

"This ended up being better than I thought." you giggled lightly with the small tint on your face. "I did dread work today, so this makes up for the work I've been doing, which sucked because my manager never has my back," you mumbled under your breath. The waiter walked over and he smiled. "Everything going good?" he asked as you two hummed. "Can I get another one of these?" you pointed to the glass. Krysta kept her eyes on the man, making sure he wouldn't say or try anything. "Of course." he smiled, taking the cup before walking away. Sighing, you glanced at your sister. "You don't have to stare him down so hard," you replied as she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "It's my job to look out for you when you drink a lot. Guys are creeps. Y/n. You need some form of security." she stated.

Upon hearing those words, you thought of him, the times Berlin had assured you and made you feel safe despite the setting you two would always be in. It felt like hell now without him, would you being careless be enough? would it regain his attention so he would stop being stubborn?. Maybe he would hear you out but the desire of his attention was too much. He would never hear you out, let it go. "Has Berlin always...be strong-minded?" you asked. The question was sudden but Krysta cleared her throat. "What do you mean?" she asked as you sighed. "Sometimes I wonder if his strong mind is what makes him feel like he doesn't have to hear me." you frowned as she did too. "What? That's nonsense, Berlin would hear you out." she hums.

The doubt sank in. "No. Because he doesn't love me."

Then the tears welled up. "He never did."

Why couldn't you forget him? "I mean why?"

All you wanted was for him to listen. "He broke up with me."

And were you to blame? "He told me it was my doing.."

Would he ever listen? "He wouldn't even stop for a second."

Did he still think of you? "Maybe he's moved on."

Krysta hated this, watching as you crumble and wonder if you were really in the wrong. But she didn’t have time to comfort because ole and behold, Berlin was there. She couldn’t help but clear her throat as she had grabbed your hands. “Y/n that’s not the case. Berlin loves you.” She said. “He didn’t even take the time to listen to me, he just assumed I was cheating, and that shit hurt.” You huffed. Your sister could only shake her head, why couldn’t you two just make up? That’s all she wanted. “I don’t want him to think the worst. But he’s not even willing to hear my half of the story. So the reality is that we won’t ever piece our relationship back together.”

Berlin was always hyping you up and when he let you go out with the girls. You recalled getting dressed cute, makeup going, hair going. You felt good about yourself, even coming to the time he told you how good you looked. And the idea of that night when you kissed his lips and told him sweet words before you left, you always put Berlin before them and didn’t mind staying home to watch movies with him on some days you didn’t wanna be bothered with the outside world. He was always so sweet and willing to do everything for you as you were him, but your heart always aches when you recall the ending, the moment he accused you of cheating.

How could he? His y/n was no cheater but he just had to assume you were cheating because you hung out with a guy friend. Did Berlin have no recollect concept that your friend wasn’t into women to begin with? He was so damn cruel that night. Assuming that guy was taking you home, calling you a cheater in front of all those people and some actually believing him. Krysta never once accused you or believed you were, the simple fact and thing was that he was a ticking temper bomb. And at any moment anything could trigger him to react to situations, even if it wasn’t that serious to need a reaction of his. And you remembered the nights Krysta had to lay awake with you. Comforting you through that heartbreak and false accusation of his, going far as to listen to you cry for hours, cry yourself to sleep. She had no words, only comfort by listening and you were forever thankful your sister would listen to you that long, putting her sleep schedule behind for you.

“Y/n. He thought you were cheating…that’s why you need to talk to him. You can’t keep letting the idea of him break you like this. I know somewhere deep down you wanna be with him” she frowned as she shakes her head. “But you can’t if you can’t speak to him, if you don’t. He’ll go his whole life thinking you wanted anyone but him.” She hums softly. Somewhere deep down, you knew Krysta was right. Even if you never ended up with Berlin again, she was right about clearing the air with him after the accusations. “Look. I’m gonna go use the restroom. Berlin’s here…” she mumbled before getting up to use the restroom. Somewhere in you, you couldn’t help but keep your head down as the guy brought the drink before walking away. Fighting the urge to turn around and glance at him, you missed him so bad, you wanted to look back at Berlin so bad.

But it seems, you didn’t have to glance to know he walked over to you. “So you’re out again.” He said as you look at him with a hint of curiosity before humming. “I came out to eat with Krysta.” You spoke, grabbing the drink to take a sip. “Are you sure that’s the cause?” He asked. Dear God no, there he goes giving attitude, that tone of being right, digging under your skin. And in this state of mind? You couldn’t help but grip the glass tighter. “Don’t accuse me of looking for a boyfriend.” Your tone now giving him the same attitude back. “Oh I thought you were very happy in that relationship of yours.”. And the sarcasm dripped off his tongue, how could he be just so, annoying with it.

Krysta watched in fear of what might come next. “You know. You don’t know anything about that night because you refused to listen. So is it really my fault that you remained stuck up and felt right? You thought I wanted to cheat on you?. Please Berlin, where’s the proof? Where is it besides the accusations your mind made because you’re mentally missing a screw to your brain?” You spat harshly as your voice held venom in it, desiring nothing than to prove his ass wrong for once. “Since you came here to put me on the spot. Let’s talk about you.” You huffed as you stood up, looking up at Berlin in annoyance. “How about the times you went clubbing with the guys and you had girls all upon you? Is it justified because you’re the man? Because it’s just, guy things? Please Berlin, educate me. Oh wait. You can’t because you don’t know shit from that night. Now bite your tongue. And walk away.”. You downed the drink, slamming the glass down before grabbing your bag and walking out the door. Krysta had quickly rushed to pay so she could see you, speak to you about this, but Berlin beat her to it when she noticed he was following you out to the car. Could you two get anymore worse?.

Berlin had grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking. “So you think drinking is going to help?” He asked as you groaned loudly. “What’s going to help? You weren’t so concerned about help when you left me. Wouldn’t listen to me! You know what Berlin!” You spoke loudly, pulling you arm away. “You can’t claim to love someone and be the reason love hurts. Did you ever love me if you don’t trust me? In fact. I’m done crying tears over you. I’m done crying and crying, and grieving a whole relationship you didn’t care about. You threw our three years worth of love down the drain for your ego! And you have the nerve to come at me like I want a man. I would have one if you didn’t mean shit to me. I never wanna speak to you again.” You huffed, walking to the car with the anger going through you. Deep down, your sober heart knew it spoke words, but half lies. How could you be over him? You weren’t and you did want to see him again. This is not what Krysta meant when she said to clear the air.

Sitting on the bed in your pajamas, Krysta had watched as you sighed heavily. “That liquor really makes you bold.” She said, trying to lighten the mood. “It does huh? I think I shouldn’t drink it anymore.” You replied more monotone. Never mind, cheering up the mood after that would not happen nor be easy. “No it was a good thing, Y/n. As your sister I think you need that release. This gives Berlin a chance to really consider what this whole breakup has done. To realize that he’s wrong, and to give you a chance. But I need to push you to do it. To make peace and if you never end up together again, who cares. You two have unspoken words. It’s obvious with that tension from earlier.” She nods her head, trying to encourage you to make the move to speak to him again. It would require something, that push.

“When I watched you two, I clearly noticed the tension and I noticed the hurt you both felt. He refuses to speak to you about it but don’t make it easy for him to avoid it till you speak your peace. Let it go. Off your chest. Talk.” She frowned as she rubs your arm gently. And you knew she was right, you two required peace. Something between you two, bad blood mainly, was the whole reason it felt the relationship was crumbling around the two of you. “I’ll try…”

Trying? Now it’s been three weeks and you had plenty of time to try and piece this back together and you couldn’t find a way to fix it. Berlin had took what you said to heart, and you figured he did when Jojo called to check on you and the subject of Berlin happened. Today was shop day, you got invited to go with your sister and some part of you wanted to decline but again it was Berlin, it was all fixable if you both allowed the other to express that heartache felt that night. Sticking the casual but cute outfit of yours, not wishing to stand out too much since your sister always had a thing in telling you what would be best to wear for something’s. She really was the best part of your heavy days.

Upon walking the mall in attempt to bring up the mood, your sister had been looking at outfits for you two. And everything was super cute for whatever plans might come up. “I’m telling you. You’ll look cute in this dress! Can’t go wrong with a bit of red unless it’s styled incorrectly.” She giggled as you chuckled behind her. “Right. Because red is the color everyone can magically pull off. But I guess trying the dress on wouldn’t hurt.” You nodded your head. She squealed with excitement before skipping away to find someone in the store that could give you some access to the changing rooms.

Standing by the clothes, and beautifully lined dresses, you hadn’t expected anyone else to be around. “Excuse me…just wanted to come over and say you were beautiful.” The guy spoke. That’s when your eyes looked at the guy, he was pretty handsome in your eyes. “Awe. Thank you.” You hum, giving a gentle smile. You’d hope with that he wouldn’t push too much, but it was worth a shot. He’d nod his head before giving a response. “I actually spotted you earlier and I got nervous so I couldn’t find the words to tell you that but I gained some confidence to come and say it now.”. Poor guy, he was nervous, no lying about that, but he also seemed the pushy type since he thought stepping closer would result in anything better.

“Could we maybe. Exchange numbers? Go out?” He asked, there it was, the date but it’s not a date, type of tone and question. He was pushing his luck. “Ah. Sorry but no thanks.” You chuckled nervously. Hopefully he’d walk away, no means no. Turning your back to walk away and quickly find your sister, he had only hummed. “Sure but you know, you could be a nice girlfriend. I’m sure just one date could prove that we would fit together?” He said. “And I think you’d be a perfect fit for even me.”. That’s when you felt his hand get placed on your shoulder. He was the type of pushy creeps that Berlin had always warned you about running into.

“No seriously. It’s fine.” This time your throat ran dry, nerves. “No really! I swear you’ll like it.” He nods his head with a large smile. This time, you felt the world crashing down but only for a moment. “She said No. now leave her alone.” The stern tone spoke from behind you two. Both turning around to spot Berlin, he looked like he was ready to kill the dude over this. “Now get away from her.” He said harshly. He was still protective huh? That was a good thing to know. “Move it.” Jojo cut in as the guy glanced at the two before quickly leaving the store. You finally felt the relief and ease of breathing, not realizing the guy had you holding a breath. “Thank you..both of you.” You spoke in a low tone. Keeping your eyes down as you didn’t know what to say. “We need to talk.” Berlin grabbed your hand, pulling you away as Jojo watched, clinging his tongue before Krysta stood beside him. “Where are they going?” She asked as he shrugs. “Either an argument or something else, I don’t know.”

Some part of you felt he had something to say but again he could just be using this moment to scold you and accuse you once again of something. That didn’t matter though, since you now stood outside of the mall. “Look Berlin. If you came to accuse me-“ you were cut off by his words. “I’m sorry.” He apologized. Your eyes had soften a bit as you glanced up at him with a bit of disbelief to his words. “What?” You raised a brow. “I’m sorry. I said. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant when it was just time for you and your sister.” He said. He sounded genuine, good. You felt good knowing he did in fact mean his apology to you. “Berlin…have something I need to say too…” you mumbled in a low whisper. He did still catch on, so he was all ears.

“Krysta told me to get this off my chest. And I owe that to you and myself.” You shake your head. “That night you accused me of cheating, I didn’t mean him at the club with my friends to cheat on you. I went there with them and he was there. But he’s not into women Berlin. Him and I have nothing but friendship for each other. But instead of explaining myself. I want to be honest. I can’t do this without you. I’m having such a hard time without you because I realize I love you too much to let go so easily. That shit at the restaurant? I didn’t mean one word from that.” You frowned

Just say it. “I’m really sorry.”

He needs to know. “I’ve cried and I realize..”

You can do it. “I realize I love you more than myself and I can’t do this life without you Berlin. I know it’s not helping you understand except the nights I stayed up crying and I’m grieving you! I’m grieving you and I just want you to not be mad at me! Because I’d never piss you off purposely! We may have our differences but my heart belongs to you and I’d never cheat! I’m in love with you and one day I wanna call you my husband! Berlin…”.

There it was. The truth. The nights you laid awake crying and imagining your life without him, it hurt, but finally you could be free from the words that held you down all along. “Y/n.” He grabbed your hips. “I love you too. And I’m sorry. And one day…I’ll be your husband because what I feel for you is there. And I miss you.” He admitted. He’d lean down, moving his lips to yours before giving you a loving and passionate kiss. A man of his words, and the relief felt great. “I misjudged your friends, I assumed they had knew all along but they didn’t, they didn’t know cause it was never true.” He frowned. “I made that up in my head and I accused you but it was wrong. It’s lonely not having you interrupt my recording with food and kisses and drinks. And I just want you to always be mine. I miss it. Waking up with you, I miss it.”

That felt good for the two of you, your relationship with him meant the world to you, Berlin had always been there. And the nights of lying awake and wanting to break down into tears. Was finally over because the two of you held the relationship into nothing but miscommunication. Something you’d be sure would never happen again.

#fanfic #streamer #x reader #request #berleezy #berleezy x reader #youtuber #youtuber x reader #streamer x reader #berlin #berleezy fanfic #fanfictions #imagines #youtuber imagines #YouTube #streamer imagines #Berlin x fem! reader

[millenari]

i love the shift in jack rebaldi's makeup between the late 90s and early 2000s where he very clearly looked at what he was doing and was like 'i need to make this fuck 1000x harder'

#hes like a fucking togruta #his look doesnt even change btwn production he went from berlin to madrid to the tent tour without any changes in his design #i can only imagine that when the new casts were all attending the makeup workshop or whatever #he slapped a hand on the shoulder of the makeup artist assigned to him and was like 'i know more than you' #and then walked away #cats fan on main

[romanceyourdemons]

can you believe they made an american remake of wings of desire (1987) and that furthermore it starred nicolas cage. can you believe that

#i mean first of all the original film is so fundamentally intertwined with the identity and phenomenon of west berlin #it’s difficult to imagine a remake set anywhere else #much less los angeles #and also. nic cage. #ryddles

[k-wame]

VOLKER BRUCH  2022 • Babylon Berlin • S4·E08 • Weimar Republic

#has he yet distanced himself from that covid denier vid like loads of his costars have? #german actors saw that celeb 'imagine' sing-along catastrophe & said hold me lager #the neonazi afd ofc loved it and spread it far & wide #babylon berlin #the german public woz ofc not having it and decisively rejected the misinformation attempt #perioddramaedit #volker bruch #gereon rath #period drama #weimar germany #1920s #gorgeous #beautiful #male beauty #beautiful men #men in bed

[agent-grey-fics]

You don't belong here | Denver | Part 1

Pairing: Denver (casa de papel) x reader Summary: Havanna joins the gang as a medic but Denver wants her out as he sees her as a fragile, naive girl. Warnings: slow burn, enemies to friends kinda, fluff and lots of it Word count: 7800 words AN: Thank you annon for the request, I enjoined writing this one! Hopefully, you like it xoxo Lexi

You can read part 2 ‘braking point’ here

Berlin greeted you as you walked towards the house. You had met him before after you spoke with their leader. It had been an interesting couple of weeks. A man who called himself El professor showed up one day at your studio after you had a rough day at work and started rambling about his crazy plan to rob the royal mint of Spain. He told you that he knew about your ties with the Italian mafia, kinda using it as a threat because you knew the Spanish police were still looking for persons of interest tied to the mafia case they had running. His whole idea sounded stupid at first but then you could see it all come together and your position in the whole deal. Today was the first time that you would meet the other members of his gang and you were way more nervous than you thought that you would be. 'Nervous?' Berlin seemed to read your mind as the two of you were walking next to each other in silence. 'Is it that obvious huh?' A chuckle left his lips. 'Relax, it will be fine. None of us knew each other beforehand and they all get along so it will work out.' As the two walked down a hallway you could hear music building up, it seemed as if someone was throwing a party in one of the rooms. All of a sudden Berlin stopped in his tracks and gave you a grin. 'Ready to meet the others?' You just nodded.

You were right, they were throwing a party. You could see a dozen people dancing and laughing whiles they were holding beer bottles. 'Havana, meet the rest of the crew.' Berlin pointed around the room as he was speaking. 'Grab yourself a drink and get to know them, you'll see that they are fun.' With those words, he left your side and blended into the crowd. Awkward was the only word to describe the situation as you were standing there by yourself, just looking around and taking in the others. 'I haven't seen you around?' The voice almost made you jump. 'Christ, don't do that.' As you turned around you could see a tall brunette smiling down at you, her dark eyes were sparkling with fun as she saw your expression. 'Nairobi.' She held her hand out so you could shake it. 'Havana, I'm new.' She nodded as she heard you speak. 'El professor talked about getting us a medic of some kind.' She tilted her head to the side as she waited for your reply. 'Yeah, that's me, guess I'll be putting you guys back together if needed.' A grin appeared on your lips as you were talking. Berlin was right, these people were easygoing. 'Let's hope that won't be needed. Come on I'll introduce you to the rest.' She swung her arm around your shoulders as she pulled you with her. After an hour you had officially met everyone, Helsinki had pushed a beer bottle in your hands as the two of you were talking. You figured that he was like a giant teddy bear who looked scary on the outside but had so much love to give. You laughed a lot since the alcohol level in your blood rose because you got pushed bottle after bottle in your hands as you met everyone.

'Havana, right?' You turned around on your heels as you heard a voice behind you. 'That's me.' A guy with brown, messy hair and dark eyes stood in front of you whit a small smile on his face. 'Give me a second, I'm trying to remember your name, don't say it.' You were going over all the faces and names you had seen and heard tonight, those were quite a lot. You had met him at the beginning of the night, he was a hacker and you just could feel the sexual tension he had with the girl who called herself Tokio. 'Starts with an R.' He helped when you couldn't remember right away. 'Rio!' You were practically yelling what made him laugh. 'I wish everyone was as enthusiastic as you when they remember my name.' You could feel how your cheeks were turning red when you realised how you reacted and a small smile grew on your lips. 'Sorry, had too much to drink.' You softly shook the bottle in your hands so he could see what you meant. 'No no, it's fine. Don't worry about it.' He assured you, 'besides, I think we've all had too much to drink. It's our way of dealing with the stress every now and then.' You nodded as he spoke, you could imagine that it was a stressful situation.

It was almost two 'o clock as the two of you were sitting in one of the seats in the room. 'How long have you guys been here, in Toledo I mean?' Rio took a sip from the bottle to give himself some time to think. 'We met five weeks ago I think but we've only been staying here for the last two weeks since El Professor was still looking for some additions to the team.' With his last words, he pointed towards you. 'Ah I see, so I didn't miss too much then?' He shook his head. 'No, we're getting to know each other and teaching each other basic combat moves so everyone is capable to fight in one on one combat at least.' This was so much different from your daily life. You were not completely new to this world since you were a private medic to one of de biggest mafia clans of Spain but you were not used to being part of the actual fighting. Patching people up was your task, not handling a gun. 'Oh, I wasn't expecting to learn all of that. I thought I would be more of a behind-the-scenes kind of person here.' A soft chuckle left his lips. 'Why should we only use your pretty face behind the scenes?' You rolled your eyes at his comment. 'Just imagine the following, if I or someone else gets shot during the heist, you need to come and get us but what if the attacker is still nearby?' You just nodded as you were listening to his explanation, it made sense tho. 'You need to be able to protect yourself in that situation. But don't worry, we will teach you.'

'We will teach her what bro?' A husky voice asked from behind you. 'How to fight.' You answered before Rio could open his mouth. Denver was standing behind you, he had caught your eye from the moment you had entered the room. He had this macho aura and that was your one weakness when it came to men. He eyed you up and down as he took a drag from the cigarette that was placed between his lips before he dropped into the seat. 'Right, our princesa doesn't know how to fight?' You lifted one of your eyebrows when you heard his words. 'Excuse me?' A grin grew on his face when he saw the annoyance on your face. 'You heard me.' Macho meant asshole most of the time and you were not up for this. Not tonight. You faced Rio and gave him a polite smile. 'Well it was nice getting to know you Rio, I guess I'll see you and the rest in the morning because I don't feel like having this kind of conversation with him.' Rio chuckled as he saw the look on Denver's face when you nodded towards him. 'Well, likewise. I think you're a great fit with our group so nothing to worry about Havanna. I'll see you in the morning.' Without giving Denver another look you stood up and started making your way over to Berlin, you could hear the boys exchange some words before you were out of hearing distance. 'Way to go, bro.' 'Oh shut up man.' You tapped Berlin on his shoulder to get his attention. 'Uhm, I don't want to be a burden but I'm afraid that I didn't pay enough attention during our walk here to find my way back to my room.' 'It's okay kid, come on I'll walk you.'

                                                                                                             [Three weeks later]

'I think I finally got the hang of it!' You had been firing guns the whole afternoon, following Tokio's instructions. Today she was learning you how to handle an assault rifle and made you shoot at some improvised targets. 'I still cannot believe that they never learned you how to handle a gun. I mean, you were part of a mafia clan I would think that was lesson number one.' A chuckle left your lips as you heard her words. 'I was just their medic it wasn't like I went into the field as a hitman or something like that.' She shrugged her shoulders. 'I don't know girl, mafia is mafia.' You walked towards her and swung the gun nonchalantly over your shoulders. 'Are we done for today? I've held enough guns today.' She started laughing. 'Yeah, we're done or we will be late for El Profesor's class.' 'Right, he's going to explain the gameplan, how could I forget.'

The two of you made small talk as you walked towards the makeshift classroom El Profesor made in one of the rooms. 'So, you and Rio huh?' You wobbled your eyebrows as you nudged her shoulder with yours. Tokio facepalmed herself. 'Is it that obvious?' You just nodded. 'Yeah, I think everyone is on you two. Well at least Nairobi and I are and I guess Denver as well since he isn't that stupid.' She started laughing. 'Mark my words, you're going to fall for that guy and hard.' 'Ew, as if. He's a pain in the ass if you ask me.' Denver had been hostile the last couple of weeks. Always giving snarky comments about your whereabouts, mocking you during one on one practice and just being an ass in general, calling you princesa all the time. He was just so annoying. 'Mark my words Havanna.' Without saying another word she walked into the room, taking place next to Nairobi. You had to be kidding, the only seat left was next to Denver. Great.

You pushed the chair back and took place without saying a word. He had other plans. 'Princesa.' The greeting made you clench your jaw as you turned your head towards him. 'Denver I meant it when I told you to stop calling me that. What is your problem?' An arrogant grin was plastered on his face as you looked him in the eyes. 'Just greeting you, nothing more.' He looked away and stared at the professor as he started explaining his plan. Denver started tapping his fingers on the table as he was listening, once you noticed it you couldn't unhear it. 'Can you please stop doing that?' He ignored you. 'Denver.' It was a hiss as it left your lips but he just kept going. 'Dude come on.' Annoyance was written all over your face as you placed your hand on top of his. 'Stop.' As your hands touched a warm feeling spread through your body and you quickly pulled yours back. 'Just stop, it's annoying. Thank you.' It was a soft mumble as it left your lips but it made him turn his head towards you. 'Havanna, Denver, care to share your story with the group?' You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat as you were avoiding everyone's gaze. 'It was nothing Profesor, sorry.' Denver said before you could open your mouth. It felt like high school all over again. 'Pay attention please, I need all of you to make this work.' You mumbled a quick 'yes sir' and ignored Denver for the rest of the session.

'Havanna is our medic as you all know but she will be your partner in the field. Keep helping her the following weeks on combat and gun training so she'll be on a similar level as all of you.' Helsinki turned around in his seat and gave you a smile. 'She doesn't need that much training anymore, sir, she kicked Rio's ass yesterday isn't that right girl?' A small smile grew on your face as you heard his words. 'Hey! She was just lucky that I wasn't a 100% fit, that's all.' Helsinki winked at you before he turned back around. 'It doesn't matter how good you already are, you still need the training. We will be facing trained professionals, you can use all the training you can get.' A shiver went down your spine as you heard those words and you just nodded in response. 'Yes sir.' When El Profesor was done with his info session you left the room before Denver could make another snarky comment.

A couple of days went by and Denver seemed to be avoiding you. No comments, not trying to provoke you, nothing. Helsinki was helping you out, labelling some boxes with the basic equipment that you needed in the field and that wasn't too big, so it was easy to smuggle them into the building before the heist. 'Dude, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you in the head with that.' You gave Helsinki a confused look as you heard voices down the hallway. 'Yeah whatever mate, it doesn't matter. Just go back outside, I can handle myself.' Denver walked into the room with his shirt pressed against his left eyebrow, blood dripping down his arm as he adjusted his grip. 'Well, time to see you work your magic, Havanna.' Reading the situation you went into autopilot mode. Helsinki cleared the desk that was standing in the corner of the room and you ordered Denver to sit while you were gathering my equipment. 'I guess that you don't need extra hands right?' You waved Helsinki's question away while you were looking through the medical kit for the set of needles. 'I've got this, it's probably just a small head wound that's bleeding like crazy. Nothing to worry about.' The Serb walked out of the room leaving the two of you in awkward silence. 'What happened?' You asked as you set up your sterile working field next to him. 'I was training Rio in one on one combat, he hit me in the head with the back of his gun and split my eyebrow open I guess.' You were standing in front of him and slowly took his shirt away so you could see what damage Rio had done. 'Yeah it's just a cut, you'll be patched up in no time.' You made him push a gaze against his head instead of his dirty shirt and started prepping your tools. 'Okay this is going to sting but you need stitches so I have to give you a local anaesthetic.' Before he could resist you had already given the injection and he got a sore grimace on his face. 'I'm sorry.' you mumbled as you reapplied pressure on the wound. 'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' You gave him a confused look. 'You have been the one who has been an asshole from the moment that I arrived here, not the other way around.'He rolled his eyes at your comment. 'So no, I'm not enjoying this. I'm here to patch you guys up if you get injured, that's my job.' After a couple of minutes, you started to clean the dried-up blood on his face, working your way from the centre of the wound to the outside. 'You don't belong here,' he mumbled and it made you stop in your tracks. 'What?' 'You don't belong here, you're a medic not a criminal.' A laugh left your lips as you started working on his face again. 'Oh Denver, do you really think that you're the first person to thinks that of me?' He looked up at you through his eyelashes. 'Oh you really thought that you were the first one, didn't you?' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Well, I may not know how to handle a gun properly but I worked for the mafia, remember?' You were bluffing a bit, you were far from being a career criminal but as Tokio said, mafia is mafia.

'The Italian mafia came to Spain because mafia families aren't really a thing here, you know.' You put away the tweezers and gaze that you were using and started prepping your needle to give him stitches. 'When they came here they had a clean slate, nothing to worry about. I was working at the hospital one day and this guy walked in with a bullet wound telling us it was an accident and that he didn't need the police. When I walked into work a couple of weeks later the same guy gave me the same story and that is how it all started.' Before you started stitching up his eyebrow you commanded him to lay down. 'It was hard at the beginning, being a woman in a men's world. But I'm good at what I do and I work fast, without asking too many questions and that was what they needed. Lay still, you might feel this a little.' With a quick movement you pierced through his skin. 'I've met dozens of men who thought that I wasn't the right person for the clan, but their leader saw something in me and made me swear omerta after something you can compare to an intern period. I've stayed with them for almost eight years.' You shrugged your shoulders. 'Then they relocated to America and I was granted permission to stay in Spain, end of the story.' With quick hand gestures, you stitched up his eyebrow in less than ten minutes. 'Told you I was quick.' A chuckle left his lips. 'But why did you join this job? It's nothing like the work you did before, you can get killed here.' You took off your gloves and started cleaning up the small station you had set up. 'I don't know, I guess I'm missing the thrill of it all.'

You looked at his face, you had cleaned the area around the cut but a big part of his face and upper body was still covered in blood. That was the moment you realised that he was sitting there with no shirt on and the view wasn't disappointing at all. 'Give me a sec, I've towels laying around somewhere so you can get cleaned up.' After a couple of minutes, you threw one in his direction. 'Did you really think that by acting like an arse I would change my mind about this whole plan?' He sheepishly nodded his head. 'I thought that you didn't think this through to be fair.' He got up from the desk and scratched the back of his neck. 'I'm sorry, shouldn't have judged you that quickly. We're all here for a reason, and so are you. Let me make this up to you, I make a neat daiquiri what do you say?' You started laughing. 'It takes like what, 3 ingredients? You must be a terrible bartender if you can screw that up.' He rolled his eyes and started walking towards the door. 'Come on Princesa.'

The two of you were laughing in the living room space, cocktails in hand swaying to some music Denver had put on. 'We could have been doing this for a couple of weeks if you hadn't been persistent on getting me out you know.' He took a sip from his drink before he put it on the table next to the two of you. 'Well let's make up for that lost time then huh?' Before you knew it he had pulled you in close, placing his hands on your hips as your bodies were moving to the rhythm of the music. It suddenly got warmer in the room. 'Oh this is your way of making up for it?' A chuckle left his lips. 'What had you in mind then?' You loosely placed your arms around his neck. 'I was more thinking about doing my chores and everything.' He started laughing. 'Like my plan better, but whatever, I'll do it.' The two of you spend the evening laughing and dancing around the room, drinks in your hands. After some time Tokio walked into the room, grin spreading on her face as she saw the two of you. 'I told you that the two of you would get along eventually!' You just rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment. 'Care to join us?' Denver was already walking over towards his improvised bar, ready to make her a drink. 'You know I never say no to a party.' Before you knew it the music was blasting, it would only take a couple of minutes before the others would be joining you but that was ok. Denver started to pour another round of drinks, shot this time. You rubbed your hands together while you were walking toward him. 'Oh man, I can get used to this.'

                                                       [The next morning]

Your head was pounding when you opened your eyes. The sunlight that was peeking through the window made it even worse and you groaned. 'What the fuck.' You slowly got up and grabbed your head with both hands. 'You can say that I barely remember anything from last night.' Nairobi mumbled from her bed and it made you laugh. 'Auw, don't make me laugh it only gets worse.' She pulled the pillow over her head and groaned. 'Just let us remember that Denver never gets to be the bartender ever again, I'm 100% sure that I didn't only drink alcohol last night.' You tried your best to remember the events of the evening but it was all one big blurry mess. 'I'm going to shower, maybe that will help with getting through this hangover.' You stumbled out of bed, pulling the t-shirt over your ass while you walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. Not caring about the flesh you were showing. 'Look who's finally up.' Berlin's voice echoed through the hallway and it made you flinch. 'Please, don't be so loud it's like Metallica is rehearsing in my head.' He started laughing. 'I heard you made amends with Denver?' You nodded. 'Yeah, something like that.' 'Good, that's good to hear.' You pointed awkwardly over your shoulders. 'Well, I'm going to hop in the shower and I guess that I'll see you at breakfast in a bit.' He nodded and started walking away, leaving you to your much-needed shower session.

The water seemed to wash away part of last night's toll, but not everything. You had found some painkillers in one of the cabinets underneath the sink and had popped two in, not taking any chances. Your head was still pounding as you walked into the kitchen in search of some greasy breakfast. Tokio was sitting in one of the chairs, so was Rio. Berlin was nowhere to be found. 'Well, I feel a lot better now that I see you're in the same state as us.' It was Rio who spoke to you and gave you a small smile. 'Wait until you see Nairobi.' You mumbled back as you opened the fridge. Your prayers were heard as you saw bacon laying in the fridge. Bingo. Without saying another word you started preparing your breakfast not bothered to ask the others if they wanted anything. Autopilot took over as you were staring into nothingness, trying to remember last night. Small snippets of people laughing and dancing were the only thing you could remember. But you were glad that you weren't the only one who had trouble to remember the night before.  When the bacon was cooked you placed it between some bread and took place across Rio and Tokio at the table. 'Was there a training scheduled today?' You didn't ask at anyone in particular. 'You, Denver and I have combat training.' It was Tokio who mumbled the answer, 'but no way that I'm going to throw punches today, I'm going back to bed in a bit. You and Denver can do what you want but I'm out.'  A smile grew on your face as you heard Tokio 'I'm going to eat my breakfast and I'm going back op myself. I feel like I'm hit by a bus,  I can't take extra punches today.'  

The three of you sat in silence for another thirty minutes before Rio and Tokio went back upstairs to their room, leaving you in the big kitchen. You ran your hands up your face, through your damp hair as you sighted.  'Morning Prinseca.'  Just the person I was missing whiles I felt terrible.  'Don't, I feel like shit.' He chuckled as he took place opposite of you. 'Here, you'll feel better if you drink a couple of this.' He placed an Aquarius drink in front of you and you gave him a grateful look. 'Thanks.' You eagerly took a couple of sips before you gave him a close look, he wasn't looking that bad compared to the others. 'Who comes that you don't feel as terrible as we do?' He lifted his shoulders. 'I've got some tricks on my sleeve, and this is the third Aquarius that I'm drinking since last night so I guess that's working its magic on me.' You shook your head. 'Next time I'm mixing our drinks or we just keep it by beer.' His laugh echoed through the kitchen. 'Don't do that, please.' You placed your head on the cold surface of the table as you groaned in annoyance at his loud laugh. 'Do you remember everything?' You mumbled without looking up. Maybe Denver could fill you in on the gaps that you had in your memory. 'I think so, you don't?' You shook your head. 'Nor do Tokio, Rio or Nairobi.' He chuckled. 'I'm not surprised by that as the four of you kept doing shots all night. Nairobi puked btw, twice.' Oh God. 'Tokio and Rio went upstairs earlier than the rest of us, Helsinki joined us for a bit and oh El Profesor walked in angry in his pyjamas. He was yelling something about being responsible or something like that.' You didn't do anything embarrassing yourself, that was a win. 'Doesn't sound too bad.'

The two of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he started talking again. 'You know that we have combat training right?' You shook your head in protest. 'Tokio won't be joining, and neither am I.' 'Yeah, I figured.' He went quiet again and this time it took a couple of minutes before he started talking again. 'We can hang out later tonight, watch a movie or something like that?' His words had an insecure undertone and it made you look up. Head resting in your hands as you placed your elbows on the table. It was so weird that his demeanour had changed 180 degrees since your conversation yesterday and you could tell that he was actually trying to be nice. 'Let's say that I'll join you if I feel like a normal person again tonight?' A smile spread on his face as he heard my words. 'Deal.'

The world was a bit more bearable, you still had a headache but it wasn't as bad as it was this morning. That was probably the result of the several painkillers you took throughout the day. After you gave his idea some thought, you found yourself in front of Denver's room ready to knock on the door. Before your hand could connect with the wood, the door swung open. Rio greeted you with a big grin. 'Havanna didn't expect to see you here. What's up?' He knew why you were there, you could just tell. 'Yeah, I'-, I'm here to see Denver.' You awkwardly scratched the back of your neck as you spoke. The grin on his face even grew bigger as he heard your words. 'Just go bro.' Denver groaned from inside the room, 'don't be an ass.' Rio started laughing as he stepped aside so you could enter. 'Have fun you two.' Before either of you could react he had already closed the door behind him, leaving you and Denver alone. 'Feeling better I see?' He ushered you to take place on his bed that was placed in the corner of the room. 'Yeah, I'm pulling through.' You answered with a small smile on your lips as you kicked off your shoes so you could climb on his bed. He grabbed his laptop from the desk that was standing in the corner across of his bed and then took place next to you. 'I don't have the biggest variety when it comes to film genres, it's either horror or thrillers. I might had to tell you this sooner.' He laughed. Horror, great. You hated that kind of movies, you wouldn't be able to sleep after them. 'It's ok, you can choose one just don't make it too scary, please. I would like to be able to sleep tonight.' A small smile hung on your lips as you saw his grin. 'Yeah sorry, didn't think of it any sooner and we don't have wifi here so I only can access what I've already downloaded.'

After a couple of minutes he placed his laptop on the chair he strategic had placed next to his bed. ''Friday the 13th' the title read. It sounded familiar but you were sure that you never had seen it before. 'This isn't that scary, but it's a classic that you must see at least once.' He flicked off the light switch above his head and the room went dark. You shuffled in your seat as you made yourself comfortable, leaning against the wall. Denver laid himself down and propped an elbow under his head as he focused on the movie in front of him. The movie started with a big jumpscare and you shifted in your seat, and squinted your eyes. This was the reason why you hated this kind of movies, the damn jumpscares. You really tried your best to keep your gaze on the screen but you caught yourself looking at him every couple of minutes. 'You won't be able to follow the movie if you keep looking at me Havanna.' Blood rushed to your cheeks and you were happy that the lights were out. 'Sorry.' You quickly mumbled while you refocused on the screen.  

One of the girls in the movie got grabbed from behind by the killer and you almost jumped out of your seat. A chuckle left Denver's lips as he saw the look on your face. 'You ok?' You just nodded as you grabbed his pillow and pressed it against your chest as the tension in the movie started building up again. 'Come here.' He mumbled as he sat up next to you, pulling at your shoulder so you leaned into his chest. He readjusted the two of you so you were laying comfortably against his frame, feed tucked next to you. To balance yourself you put an arm around his waist. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it made you wonder if he could hear it if pulled you in any closer. He nonchalantly swung his arm around your shoulders. It felt good, the two of you laying together. You didn't care about the movie, you could only focus on his chest which went rhythmic up and down as he was breathing. The two of you stayed like that until the end of the movie. 'It wasn't that bad, was it?' he looked down on you as he asked the question and you started laughing. 'I just hate jumpscares, it takes five years of my life every time.' His laugh rumbled in his chest as he heard your answer. 'Yeah, I've noticed that. I'll keep that in mind for the next movie we watch.' A grin grew on your face. 'Oh so there will be a next time?' You were teasing him and he knew it. 'If it's depending on me then yes.' He had a playful look in his eyes. He had a pretty face: cute curls, big greyish eyes and his lips looked so kissable. Your look lingered a second too long on his lips and you could feel yourself starting to blush again. This man had you under his spell because you normally weren't the type that blushed that easy. But here you were, blushing like a little girl.

He leaned down towards you, flicking his gaze between your lips and eyes. His lips brushed softly against yours as if he was afraid of your reaction to his move. You pushed yourself up so you could press your lips against his. They were as soft as you had imagined. He replaced his hands, slowly dragging them down over your back until he rested them on the small of your back. You broke the kiss for a second so you could straddle his lap, and place one knee on either side of him. His hands found their way under your shirt and he started to trace small incoherent figures on your skin. Goosebumps appeared where his hands touched you. He reconnected your lips and pushed you closer to his chest. His tongue slowly swiped across your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you gladly granted him that. Your fingers played with the hem of his shirt, slipping under it after a couple of minutes. You could feel his abs underneath your fingers as you explored his skin. The two of you leaned back, locking eyes and as if by agreement you started to undress at the same time.

That was how it all started.

                                                 [Presentday, two months in]

Tokio and Nairobi were looking at you with big grins on their faces as they hear you talk about the dinner you had planned with Denver for tonight. 'I told you that you were going to fall for that man. I just knew it from the moment I met you that the two of you would be a perfect fit.' You rolled your eyes and the dark-haired girl and suppressed a grin. 'It is just dinner, nothing special.' 'Nothing special?' Nairobi looked at you with big eyes. 'Then man follows you everywhere Havanna, macho's don't do that unless-' 'Don't finish that sentences.' You had given it some thought the last couple of days. You were into him, no doubt but you were wondering if you were only a fun diversion from the mission. Something to handle the stress a bit better. 'Besides, he doesn't follow me everywhere. He's just being nice, that's all.' The girls burst out in laughter. 'Yeah, keep trying to convince yourself Havanna. I'm nice to Helsinki as well but that doesn't mean that he gets me in his bed.'  You shook your head in annoyance. Denver and you had started this hookup thing, with no strings attached, or at least that was what you thought that he wanted. 'Or is there someone else outside, waiting for you?' There had been a couple of guys but no one ever stuck around long enough for it to become something serious. 'No, it's not like that. It's just, I-.' You sighed and combed with a hand through your hair. 'Like how did you know that it wasn't just in the heat of the moment what you and Rio are doing?' Tokio shrugged her shoulders at your question. 'I don't know, we just knew I think. He's the kind of person I would be with outside of all of this, or at least he's the kind of guy that I would want.' A soft smile appeared on her face. 'He's sweet, cares a lot, crazy smart and he can handle my craziness.' 'Don't forget that he's easy on the eyes as well.' Nairobi pointed out with a grin on her face. 'Yeah he's handsome. I don't know, we just clicked from the moment we first talked with each other.'  See that was the problem, you and Denver avoided each other the first month since he thought that he found a way to get you out of the whole plan and the sexual tension had been building up ever since. 'I don't know guys, I just think that he likes to have fun while we still can and there's nothing wrong with that. I just don't want to think too much of it, what if I'm overthinking this and he just wants something but nothing serious ?' Nairobi placed her hands on my shoulders. 'Havanna, you've got him under your spell. Just go with it.'

Two hours later you sat outside, Denver next to you as you were taking a bite from the pizza he had made for the two of you. He had made you sit on the countertop as he made a pizza, asking what toppings you want. 'You like cooking, huh?' He nodded while he swallowed the bite he just had taken. 'I do actually, it clears my head.' A small slime grew on your face. 'Who taught you?' He shifted a bit uncomfortable, not answering your question immediately and you could already guess the answer. It was an ex-girlfriend. He cleared his throat with an awkward cough. 'An ex-girlfriend, she huh-' He scratched the back of his neck while he was talking, 'she loved cooking and taught me quite a lot. But it was almost ten years ago, I was around nineteen years old then and I never stopped cooking after that.' You turned towards him and gave him a small smile when you saw the awkwardness in his movements. 'You're good at it but I never pictured you for the cooking type.' You jokingly said while you nudged his shoulder with yours. His laughter echoed through the air. 'Oh you didn't? What did you think of me then?' You bought yourself some time by taking another bite from the pizza slices. 'Well, you seem like this big bad guy so I don't know. I imagine you playing pool in bars, hitting on girls with that grin of yours.' 'What grin?' He knew what he was doing as he gave you that darn boyish grind while he had sparkles of mischief in his eyes. You rolled your eyes as he gave you a wink. 'That's the one I'm talking about, but let's continue. I can picture you dancing all night not caring about anyone else but getting a lot of attention from the ladies because you look mysterious.' He shook his head, still grinning. 'Maybe even riding a motorcycle.' 'Havanna, you've watched too many movies.' You shrugged your shoulders. 'That's the vibe you give dude, this is just me observing.'  He playfully rolled his eyes. 'Let's see if I can make some right guesses, shall we?' You shifted in your seat and tilted your head to the side, giving him the 'go on' sign. 'So I imagine you being this conscientious girl, helping people out whenever she can. Oh, you do some kind of yoga in your free time as well. And if I'm the douche who is hitting on girls at bars, then you're the one who pretends that she is not interested while she secretly is. Am I close?' You started laughing. 'No, well I do help people but all the other things you've said are total bullshit.' You didn't have the patience to do yoga and you hated it when men hit on you at the bar, but if it was Denver you wouldn't mind you thought to yourself.

'Are you seeing someone ?' The question caught you by surprise and you gave him a confused look. 'You mean outside of all of this?' He nodded. You didn't even know how that would work, no one knew how long this heist was going to take and you didn't know if you were capable to endanger someone you loved that much so you shook your head in response. And then was there the fact that the two of you were sneaking around and sleeping together behind El Proffesor's back, you weren't the type of girl who would take two guys at the same time. 'Are you?' 'No, haven't been seeing someone seriously for quite some time.'  There it was, you knew that he wasn't serious about the whole situation. 'And it would be crazy to do so right now, you know. It would be cruel as well to the person on the outside, not hearing from us for weeks and maybe run in with the law.' He shook his head and you did the same. It was quiet for some minutes, you gathered all your courage and just blurted the question out: 'What are we doing actually here, you and me?' He cocked one of his eyebrows and gave you a questioning look. 'What do you mean?' You fiddled with your fingers, the courage leaving your body. 'You know, you and me hanging out all the time, hooking up.' He got this 'Ohw' expression on his face when he realised what you were saying and gave you a small smile. The mischief look made place for kindness. 'Oh, well I- I don't really know what actually is going on between the two of us. I just thought that we would figure it out along the way, no?' You took a deep breath, only then did you realize you had held your breath. 'I just find it difficult to read you, I just want to be sure that I don't mistake your intentions for something else.'

Your heart was pounding in your chest and blood raced to your cheeks, making you blush.  'What makes you confused?' A sight left your lips. 'It's just, you're this big tease, flirting all of the time and I thought that you didn't mean anything with that. But then Tokio and Nairobi started talking in on me, saying that you're a macho and that you didn't act like this before and it's just confusing because I didn't think anything of it before and now I just can't stop overanalysing your every move.' Everything came out at once and you dropped our head in your hands, not wanting to look at him after your rant. 'It's stupid I know.' He made you look back up by placing the index finger of his right hand under your chin. 'Hey, it's not stupid we should talk about this. Everything started out so weird for us, I can imagine that it's overwhelming for you, it's the same for me.' A small smile appeared on your lips as he started talking. He let go of your chin and went with his hands through his hair. 'We live under special circumstances and everything we do is exciting. I talked about it with Rio as well since he and Tokio are in a similar situation as us.' Oh if Tokio only knew about this you thought to yourself. 'And the little shit laughed at me as soon as I told him what was going on on my mind, it was a couple of weeks ago and he is teasing me about it ever since.' A chuckle left your lips, Rio teasing Denver? 'Do you think that it's only a byproduct of the high we're living in?'

That was the thing you didn't know. Denver was a great guy, you would fall for him outside of this whole setting but you were afraid that it was him who wouldn't look at you twice outside in the real world. 'I thought that it might be the case for you.' He tilted his head to the side, giving you a confused look. 'I'm not some exciting girl outside all of this. As you said, I'm just a medic who happens to work with the mafia. I'm not even doing that anymore, I'm just an ER nurse outside all of this. I figured that you would get bored of me.'  His eyes had a sad look in them. 'Did you really think that?' You nodded. 'Oh Havanna, I never saw you as boring. I thought you were an innocent girl who had her first run-in with some criminals, I just wanted to keep you from making bad decisions. I didn't think of you as boring.' He gently placed his right hand on your cheek, placing soft strokes with his thumb. It felt as if your skin was on fire underneath his touch. He was so gentle as if he was scared that you were going to break into a million pieces. 'I-' He didn't finish his sentences as he leaned in, placing his lips on yours.  It took you a second to comprehend what was happening but your body went into autopilot. You crawled onto your knees without breaking the kiss so you could get closer to him, placing one knee on either side of him so you could straddle his lap. He placed his hands on the small of your back, trying to pull you even closer. It just felt right. After a minute or two, you pulled back so you could catch your breath. The mischievous look had found his eyes again, it made you blush as he eyed you up and down. 'Oh girl, just to get this straight, boring girls don't do this.' He pointed towards you and the way you were sitting on his lap, 'don't you act so innocent.'  You rolled your eyes at him as you bit on the inside of your cheek, trying to suppress a grin. His mischievousness made place for a new look, he hadn't looked at you like that. He had love in his eyes. 'I was drawn to you from the moment you walked into that party with Berlin. But you just looked so innocent, so pure and I couldn't let myself be selfish with you so I did my best to make you change your mind. I'm glad I failed tho.' He softly stroked your cheek as he spoke. 'Oh Havanna, I've got me under your spell.' Your chest filled with a wonderful feeling, blood rushing through your body making your heart pound like crazy.  'I'm yours if you want me to be, Havanna.'

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La casa de papel NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

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Pairing: Nairobi - Berlin - Denver - Tokyo - Professor - Alicia x gn!reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content, gender neutral reader Words: 900 Summary: What is aftercare like with the LCDP characters? English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi 

I’ve said it before, and will say it again. AFTERCARE QUEEN <3

Very sweet and caring.

She sometimes tends to get a bit carried away when she has sex with you, so aftercare is something she prioritizes. 

She’ll make sure you’re ok, praise you and make sure to tell you how well you did for her.

Her favorite aftercare is either cuddling or running a hot bath for you (and her)

She makes sure to clean you up and fix the bed

When fixing a bath - she makes sure to light some candles, dim the lights in the room and have the perfect temperature for your sore muscles. 

She likes massaging your shoulders whilst whispering praise to you

Afterwards, she’ll bring you to bed again, making sure you’re comfortable and feel loved.

She likes having you sleeping naked in her arms, while she strokes your back and strokes your hair.

Crying shaking throwing up I NEED NAIROBI IN MY LIFE 😭

Berlin 

Berlin may have two moods when having sex: - Slow and loving - Fast and hard

However, his aftercare is always the same.

As we know, Berlin is like a totally different person when he’s in love.

You realize so by how sweet he is with you during intimate times.

Whether he’s submissive or dominant in bed (he can do both 😽), he wants you to feel loved afterwards.

But he does enjoy being a tease too lmao

He’ll tell you how good you were, how much he enjoyed it and how amazing you look etc

…But Berlin also likes teasing you for your reactions, how “needy” you were, or simply brag about how amazing he is 

Being an asshole aside…

After being reassured you’re ok, he helps you clean up

Gives you something to drink and offers you a bath or shower (he won’t let you do it alone tho)

Berlin worships you and your body, sexually or not. He just adores you.

But honestly? He is pretty lazy after sex.

He prefers to cuddle you whilst whispering praise to you

Sex makes him sleepy lmao

Besides, his favorite thing to do is have deep conversations with his lover, and have you resting on him naked.

He falls asleep pretty quick, and does so whilst spooning you.

Denver 

I’m sorry, Denver simps - but this man is NOT good at aftercare.

He’s clueless AF after sex. 

Of course he makes sure you’re ok and will kiss you, but more than that? No.

You’ll have to ask him for aftercare, and do so quickly before he falls asleep on you lmao 😭

But if you ask him, he’ll of course be more than happy to obey.

You’re a treasure to him, and he worships you and your body.

He’ll do his best, with praise, cuddles and offering to get you some water etc

But when it comes to aftercare FOR HIM?

He loves it.

Mans a switch, but I feel like he prefers being under you and receiving love and attention.

If you’re rough with him, he is needy afterwards and wants full attention.

Even though he’s not good at aftercare, he won't let you go to sleep without making you feel loved. 

He falls asleep first, but does so while whispering “I love you”

Tokyo

Just like Denver, Tokyo tends to forget about aftercare lol

Unless she loves you deeply, she skips it.

…But she loves you, so she tries giving you good aftercare.

She brings you to the bathroom and helps you fix up a warm shower or bath, whichever you prefer.

She often ends up joining you, or takes the opportunity to fix a drink for the two of you. 

Cuddling with Tokyo is almost as passionate as sex is.

She makes sure you feel like a royal when she cuddles and she praises you.

Telling you how well you did, how hot you are… 

She either falls asleep fast, or stays up watching you sleep whilst slowly caressing you, thinking about how lucky she is to have you. 

Professor 

Homeboy is an overthinker 😭 (he’s so me)

“Was it good for you, too?”“Are you ok?”“I did make you cum, right?”“Did it hurt?”

You’ll need to reassure him everythings ok

He is very good at aftercare.

Sergio probably has read a lot about sex, to learn how to be the perfect lover lmao

And he is very attentive to your reactions etc

This way, he figures out what you like in bed, and what you enjoy for aftercare.

His personal favorite is massages.

He is very good at giving massages, and enjoys your reactions to them.

He makes sure to take the tension from your sore muscles and does so carefully - taking any discomfort or stress away.

He is not the guy to fall asleep afterwards, he wants to see you fall asleep first, so he can feel protective of you before he falls asleep as well. 

Alicia 

Call me down bad, but…

Alicia is a DOMME.

Usually rough with you when having sex

She sometimes tend to not be affectionate afterwards, or be a bit too arrogant/teasing

She cares about you, but sometimes simply forgets to take care of you after she’s done fucking.

You’ll probably have to remind her to give you aftercare

But when you do, she’s affectionate.

She’s very rewarding, especially after you’ve been good for her in bed.

Alicia spoils you with kisses, praise and makes sure to clean you up.

Fixes you a bath, shower, massage…Whatever you need.

Let’s be honest - you’ll probably be sore AF after she’s done with you, so she needs to take her time with you and make sure you’re ok.

If she’s stressed of frustrated from work, she definitely forgets aftercare

But otherwise, she drops the domme act and is very sweet with you.

She adores you and wants to show her love and tenderness.

Also... THE GIF?? I'M SCREAMING

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