I Was Looking In "study" Hashtag And Omg YOU GUYS HAVE A SUCH PRETTY HANDWRITING! Everything Is So Organized

ik everyone wanted to see helmetless Din when they were going to eat at the campfire scene

but i think there’s a reason as to why we don’t see him without his helmet and we kinda focus on Bo-Katan (also this a theory i have no clue if this is right lol)

They wanted the scene to focus on Bo-Katan and her adjustment from her previous clan to the Coverts ways

It’s possible that we haven’t seen Din without his helmet bc we usually don’t see him without it towards the end of the season (that’s the formula that i’ve noticed lol)

And the fact that at the time they were filming season 3, pedro was filming TLOU at the time so he couldn’t physically be there. (ik they did reshoots, but would they need to shoot a scene of din eating if it was that important to the plot?)

anyways that’s just my theory on it

(please take it with a grain of salt)

Nobody deserve.

• “i hate steve rogers” • "bucky barnes is a villain” • "black widow doesn’t deserve her own movie” • "tony is the bad guy in CW”

I have no words to describe this gem!

touching din | din djarin

Summary: The three times that Din bends his own rules and engages in physical touch. 

his primary love languages are acts of service and physical touch. i will die on this hill. i started this one just to indulge in the thoughts of touching his lovely face. it’s been in the works for a while and although i know it’s far from perfect, i’m glad that it finally gets to see the light of day! warnings: bad language, potential incoherence? idk i’m very tired but i hope you like it tags: plenty of fluff, plenty of indulgent, sfw touching, and then a good handful of angst. rollercoaster central. this takes place over a period of time, so part of it comes after finding out grogu’s name, which is why he’s referred to as many things! word count: 4650 written by: archie

The travelling between planets would’ve been excruciating if not for your life partner and your adoptive child. The three of you made rather an unorthodox family. A runaway from Corellia, a Mandalorian and a… a sweet ball of green. An unorthodox family, indeed, but loving.

The Child chirped and bubbled away on your lap, apparently having a conversation with you while you sat in the pilot seat. You listened attentively, made agreeing noises at all the right moments, the lights of hyperspace travel filling the cabin with slow flashes. He really was so cute. You’d tell him it often, and you’d tell him that Din thought so too, even if he’d never say it. That much was obvious.

It was in the way he carried him, the way he protected him. The occasional pat to his head, or the quiet rub to his long ears as he slept. He wasn’t the type to openly say it, but it was clear, and that was what counted.

The Child reached out to the knob atop the gearstick, fingers wiggling.

“Baby, no. We have to always ask Din about the ship, hm?” You bounced him gently on your knee in an effort to ease the sad coos- but there was no need. A gloved hand reached around you, exposed fingertips closing on the ball. It was unscrewed and placed into the waiting green hands, content whirs and chatters soon filling the air.

The warmth in your chest grew into a smile as you dropped your head back, peering up at the helmeted man that stood just out of sight. “That’s a yes, then?”

A nod. “That’s a yes.”

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Puppy Love

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Reader (she/her pronouns used)

Category: Friends to lovers, neighbours to lovers, fluff

Summary: Your neighbour Dieter's dog is the only comfort you need during stressful days. Well, maybe her and her owner.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicidal thoughts, a sick dog, hints of depression, it's mainly just fluff, idiots in love, flashback in italics

Word count: 6.3k (This was originally supposed to be a few hundred words of really basic pure fluff but it turned into a few thousand words with an actual storyline?? Who knew I was capable of that?)

A/N: This is soooo self indulgent because I was feeling down and looking at that photo of Pedro as Dieter with the baby goat. I didn’t think it was realistic for him to have a pet goat so I changed it to a dog. Called Frankie. (Named after Pedro’s character in Triple Frontier…) In hindsight, a cat would’ve made more sense but now it’s too late. He’s kind of out of character so imagine it’s him pre-fame. This isn’t my best work but decided to publish anyway since I put some effort into it.

You knocked on Dieter's door frantically. You'd just had the worst possible day imaginable. You'd slept through your alarm, broken a heel on the way to work, then your train was late and to top it all off your boss was in a terrible mood and took all of his frustrations out on you.

You'd trekked home in the rain which was just the icing on a shitty day, immediately walking past your apartment to go to Dieter's instead. It was sort of an unspoken arrangement the two of you had that neither of you could remember starting or even how it had started. All you knew is that it had been happening years, ever since you moved into the building really. If you'd had a bad day then you'd go over to his to have a cuddle with his dog, Frankie, whilst talking it over with Dieter. And if he'd had a bad day then he'd come over to yours and eat something you'd either baked or cooked, whichever was most recent.

Normally, you'd go to yours first in order to get changed and dump your work stuff but today was especially bad. Bad enough to force you out of that ritual and to go straight to his instead. You continued knocking, not stopping until you heard him on the other side of the door.

"Okay, okay! Calm down!" He swung open the door and his eyes landed on you, drenched from the rain and on the verge of crying. He didn't even need to greet you. "Need Frankie?"

You nodded, your bottom lip trembling. "Please."

"Come on in then." He opened the door wider and stepped to the side, quietly ushering you in and closing it behind you. "She's in her usual spot on the couch.”

"Thank you." You mumbled to him before speed walking into the next room to find Frankie curled up on the end of the sofa. You approached her carefully, not wanting to disturb her too much and took a tentative seat next to her, reaching out to stroke softly down her back as you dropped your bag to the floor. "Hey, sweetie."

Frankie sleepily blinked her eyes open, took one look at you and crawled over to sit in your lap, leaning her head on your chest before she went back to sleep. There was sort of a bond between you and Frankie, one that even Dieter envied. He supposed it was because Frankie just seemed to understand when you were feeling sad so became the ultimate cuddle machine, perfect for you to find comfort in.

Dieter watched the two of you from the doorway, smiling to himself at the sight. His two favourite girls cuddled up together on his sofa. "I'll make coffee." He said before walking through to the kitchen, not giving you a chance to reply.

You barely noticed what he had said, just humming blindly in agreement as you cradled the dog closer to your chest, burying your face in the soft fur of her head. Blinking back tears, you kick off your shoes and crossed your legs underneath yourself, careful not to disturb the sleeping canine in your arms.

Dieter returned after a couple of minutes, a cup of coffee in each hand that he put down on the table before sitting next to you on the couch. He watched you for a moment, clearly trying to hold back tears as you cuddled the life out of his dog. He'd never seen you this bad. And he'd been with you through your best and worst days.

"Want to talk about it?" He asked, clearing his throat and shifting towards you a little, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind you.

"Not really." You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder, a new development that surprised him. No matter how much you cuddled Frankie, you and him had never gone past a brief hug at the end of the night or a quick kiss on the cheek if you decided to venture out and go to a bar instead of staying in for the night.

He didn't protest to it though, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him so you were practically invited to snuggle into his side. An eruption of butterflies fluttered through his stomach when you let out a content hum before completely relaxing against him. Dieter decided to fully commit to the extremely friendly situation and leant his own head on top of yours, subtly inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

"Did you just sniff me?" You croaked out, half laughing.

Okay, maybe not so subtle then.

He hesitated before answering. "...No..."

You giggled which was music to his ears after seeing you so down, quietly apologising when you disturbed Frankie from her slumber with your rumbling chest. "Sorry, sweetie, sorry. Just go back to sleep. That's it. Sshhh..."

"You're so good with her." Dieter blurted out, not being able to stop his brain before the words spilt out of his mouth.

"How could I not be? She's my best girl. And the reason I'm not diving off a cliff right now. Plus she's too sweet not to love. How could anyone not be good with her?" You said the last bit in a higher pitched tone since Frankie had begun to stir again already and looked up at you with big puppy-dog eyes that made you melt in the middle.

"You'd be surprised how many people aren't so kind to her." It made Dieter's heart ache to hear you mention the desire to jump off a cliff but he didn't know how serious you were about it. "Is it really that bad?"

"What?" You sat up slightly, briefly glancing at him before you turned back to bumping your nose against Frankie's and stroking her floppy ears.

"Do you really want to dive off a cliff?" He whispered the question, almost careful as to not upset you even more.

You seemed to ponder it for a moment before shaking your head. "No. Not anymore at least. I do remember a time when it was that bad but it hasn't been that way for a while now."

"Oh, that's good." He nodded at you, not noticing the smile you gave him as you looked back at the dog on your lap. "You would come to me though, wouldn't you? If it ever did get that bad again, right?"

"Of course, Dieter." You scoffed as if it were obvious. "You're my best friend. Well, besides Frankie of course."

You both grinned at that, the two of you turning your attention to the dog in question.

"You hear that, Frankie? She loves you more than she loves me! Can you believe that? And after I've let her into my home! The audacity!" He ruffled the top of her head and tugged on her ears gently.

"Well, how could I possibly ever love someone more than I love the bestest and most adorable dog in the world? Isn't that right, Frankie? Are you the best?" You got a sniffle back in reply which you could only assume meant agreement. "Exactly. It's only logical that I love you most. Although, Dieter is a very close second."

Dieter listened to you continue to whisper nonsense to his dog, his heart picking up pace in his chest at the sight of it. His body ached with how much he loved you, the pain of it only increasing as he watched you interact with the most important thing in his life. It was almost too perfect to be real. And that's exactly what it was because it suddenly dawned on him that he didn't actually have you. You were just his neighbour. Not his girlfriend, not his fiancée, not his wife. His neighbour. And that stung.

The night passed by in a flash and soon enough you were saying your goodbyes to Frankie, peppering kisses all over her face as you collected your stuff from the floor. Dieter watched you with a feeling of emptiness in his chest. He longed to ask you to stay the night. He longed to kiss you, to ask you out on a proper date. But he knew he shouldn't. Not only had you known each other for years that it would seem strange now, but you were also his neighbour and if it didn't work out then it would lead to a very awkward relationship of polite nods in the hallway and nothing else. He couldn't risk what you already had going. Spending evenings together as you cuddled his dog would have to suffice for now.

"Thanks as always, Dieter. I still appreciate this." You said as you walked towards his front door.

"No problem. I'm always here to help... Well, Frankie is actually but you get me." He ran a hand through his hair, tugging slightly on the roots as he cursed himself for seeming so awkward suddenly.

Luckily, you just laughed him off. "Give my thanks to Frankie as well then, won't you?"

"Hmm? Oh, ahaha yes." He wanted to punch himself for being so out of it but he couldn't help it. A million thoughts were running through his mind. Every single one of them involving you. Majority of them involving you and him. "Hey, I've got an audition next week and I'm bound to fuck it up."

"I'll make sure to have something prepared, don't worry." You opened his front door and turned to look at him. "Any special requests?"

"Nah, I'm sure anything you make will be perfect." He winced at his poor attempt at flirting. When did it get so difficult?

"You flatter me, Bravo." You stood on the tip of your toes and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, Dieter. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Goodnight." He said it in a breathy voice, almost lightheaded at the feeling of your lips against his skin.

You just smiled at him before leaving his apartment and walking down to your own, closing the door behind you on the way out. Dieter made his way back to the lounge, scooped Frankie up into his arms and walked into his bedroom. Not even bothering to brush his teeth or get changed, he collapsed on his bed, careful not to squish his dog, and switched off the lamp as he let out a loud groan.

"You get it. Don't you, Frankie? You understand why I love her so much, right?" He asked the canine but received a blank look in return making him bury his face in the pillows. "Of course you do. The two of you are practically best buds. So you understand why I feel this way about her."

Frankie didn't even make a sound in response, just crawled up the length of the bed and plopped down to cuddle into Dieter’s side before dropping off into yet another deep sleep. He looked at her with a smile before shortly following her example and falling asleep next to her.

It wasn't even a week later that you were rapidly banging on Dieter’s door again, this time with a box of cookies under one arm. You'd had another shit day at work, not as bad as the one a few days prior but still pretty awful. Since it was so soon since your last visit to Dieter's you decided to take something with you to compensate. Your most recent baking venture being an assortment of cookies you'd stress-made the night before.

You were about to start knocking again when the door opened and Dieter looked down at you with a sad expression.

"What's the matter?" You asked him before he could even invite you in.

"Frankie's not here." He whispered, clearly upset by it. "She got sick so I took her to the vet."

"Is she okay?" You were immediately worried. Frankie meant more to you than you could ever put into words and the prospect of her not being alright set you on edge.

"Yeah, she's fine. They just wanted to keep her in observation overnight just in case." He ran a hand down his face and sighed. "I assume that's why you're here. For Frankie cuddles."

He added a light tone to the end of his sentence but you could tell he wasn't as fine as he was letting on. And you couldn't blame him. His dog was sick.

"Dieter, are you okay?" You asked tentatively, tilting your head to the side in question. Despite mainly going to his place for his dog, you cared deeply for him. More than you'd ever let on. He really was your best friend and you only wanted him to be happy.

"Yeah, I'm... good." He hesitated before finishing the sentence, knowing he didn't sound the least bit convincing. "Sorry Frankie's not here to comfort you though."

"Don't worry about it. Her well-being is more important." You waved it off and suddenly remembered the box tucked under your arm. "Oh! I brought you these. Fresh from like... two this morning." You held it out to him with a warm smile, the kind that set his heart on fire.

"Thank you." He took the box from your grasp, seeming to think about something for a moment before he opened his door slightly wider. "I'm no Frankie but I'm sure I'm an okay cuddler. If you want."

He appeared shy about the offer, not surprising given he'd never suggested something like this before. It took the both of you aback about how he'd just come out and said it and not beat around the bush about it. A light blush spread across your cheeks, the skin getting hot at the idea but nonetheless you nodded your head in agreement anyway.

"I'm sure you're a great cuddler." You said before stepping past him and into his flat, thankful that you'd actually gone home first to change into some more comfortable clothes this time. As much as cuddling with Dieter sounded delightful, it would most definitely be ruined by your work attire.

Dieter followed behind you awkwardly, stunned that you'd actually agreed to come in and... cuddle with him? Was this really about to happen? If it was, he could fly over the moon with delight. He'd been dreaming about this for years. Something so simple and silly could be something so extremely significant for him, it was wonderful in his eyes.

"How'd you want to do this?" You asked, suddenly spinning around to face him. "Only I really need a hug and I'm not in the mood for discussing cuddle arrangements for ten minutes.

He was caught off guard by your abruptness, placing the box of cookies down on his coffee table. How were you supposed to do this? Dieter looked at his couch, it was too small for the two of you to properly be comfortable without practically lying on top of each other. He thought it over in his head for a moment, noticing your growing restlessness out of the corner of his eye. He didn't want to keep you waiting so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Bedroom!"

"Excuse me?" You raised your eyebrows at him, confused by the outburst. Had he just suggested going to his bedroom?

Dieter cleared his throat and repeated himself. "I think my couch is too small for the two of us so, if you're okay with it, we could go to my bedroom and use my bed instead. I swear the sheets are clean. I changed them yesterday."

You wanted to laugh at him, he was all awkward and blushy and it was a beautiful sight. But you held off on the laugh and just nodded instead. "I'd love that. Thank you."

He nodded in return, once again surprised by your easy agreement. "Right. Let's... let's go then."

"Lead the way." You gestured your arm in the direction of the short hallway leading to his bedroom. You'd never been inside, the furthest you'd ventured in his home being the bathroom. So this was all new for you. New and exciting.

He walked ahead of you to his bedroom, opening the door and allowing you to go in first. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Which side of the bed is yours?" You asked as he shut his bedroom door, glancing around his room to take it in. A couple framed pictures on the walls and books scattered on the floor really summed him up well.

"Uh... neither really. I sort of sleep in the middle. Why?" He sat on the edge of the bed, opposite to the side you were standing on.

You shrugged. "Thought it'd be easier for me to be on whichever side you don't like. Now you've made it complicated by being a middle of the bed sleeper."

He laughed and shook his head at you, amazed by your consideration for his feelings in this moment. "How about I just lay down how I normally would and you get yourself comfortable around me from that? Sound good?"

"Sounds great." You agreed, watching him crawl up the length of the bed before he collapsed against the pillows.

Dieter adjusted himself for a moment before looking at you with an expectant smile.

"Comfortable?" You asked with a slightly mocking tone, struggling to keep your adoration for him hidden.

"Extremely." He wanted to add on that he'd be even more comfortable with you next to him but refrained from it. He didn't know how far was too far. "You ready for this?"

"Extremely." You repeated back to him before sliding onto the bed beside him. The two of you hesitated for a moment, just staring at each other, before he opened his arms and gestured for you to lean against him.

"I don't bite. I swear." He said softly, giving you his most reassuring smile.

You shook your head at him playfully, finding him ridiculous. "I'm not worried about that." You sighed and fell into his embrace, the two of you immediately locking together and sinking back against the mattress.

"What are you worried about then?" He asked, trying not to freak out about how the two of you just seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces, like you were destined for one another. "You can tell me anything."

"I know." You hummed, shutting your eyes out of instinct. "I trust you more than anyone. I'm not worried just... we haven't done this before. It's new."

"Is that a bad thing?" He croaked out, worry rising in his throat that maybe you weren't as into this as he was. But how could you not be? It just seemed so perfect.

"Not at all." You fought the urge to look up at him, deciding to keep your head buried against his chest so as to not ruin the moment. "You're a great cuddler."

Dieter felt his heart whoosh through his chest and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Better than Frankie?" Better to play it off jokingly than assume anything from you or make it awkward.

"Nobody's better than Frankie." You tightened your grip around him, feeling your eyelids growing heavy. "But you're a good contender."

"Happy to be second place." He felt your breathing even out and knew that you were falling asleep. Without moving too much so as to not disturb you, he reached for the blanket at the end of his bed and tugged it over the two of you, careful not to cover your face.

Dieter listened to your soft snores for about half an hour, having you shift against him every so often but never moving too far away from him. Wondering how he got so lucky as to have you as his neighbour, he revelled in that small piece of happiness for a while before eventually falling into his own deep sleep.

The two of you were awoken the next morning by Dieter's phone ringing on the bedside table. You both groaned in annoyance at the early hour but both perked up when you saw it was the vet's calling.

"Hello?" He croaked into the phone, worry lacing his tone. You couldn't blame him. His dog was sick and the vet had called early. That didn't bode well.

Only able to hear one side of the conversation, you leant your head against Dieter's shoulder and kept a grip on his arm. Just to let him know you were there for him if he needed it.

Luckily, he didn't seem to need comforting since he let out a sigh of relief about thirty seconds into the phone call. "That's great news. Thanks. Yeah, I'll come pick her up now. Okay. Bye."

"All good?" You asked once he placed his phone back down.

"Yeah, she's fine." He smiled at you, obviously happy that Frankie was alright. "Sorry to cut this short and give you an early morning but I've got to go pick her up..."

You placed a hand on his to reassure him. "It's okay. I understand. Go bring your girl home. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to be back here."

He appeared to ponder something for a moment. "Could you come with me to pick her up?"

"Of course." You smiled at him before glancing down at your clothes. "Let me just go get changed first and then I'll be back. I'll be really quick. I promise."

"Alright." He nodded at you in return before deciding that he should probably do the same, both of you having wrinkled clothes from being in such close proximity all night.

So the two of you disappeared to your separate places to get ready before you met up again in the building's hallway, the both of you grinning like idiots at each other.

"Ready?"

"Extremely."

You drove to the vet's in silence, you could tell he was anxious about Frankie's condition so you didn't want to push him too far if he wasn't in the mood to talk. It didn't bother you too much but you were itching to talk about the night you just spent cuddling in his bed. It wasn't exactly a regular occurrence.

When you got to the surgery, you headed straight to the front desk and Dieter gave all of his information over, desperate to see his girl.

"Well, Mr Bravo, your girlfriend can go through and pick up Frankie whilst you fill out the paperwork." The receptionist offered you both a friendly smile, holding out a pen to Dieter.

"Oh, she's not my-" He started to protest but you cut him off, it was easier to just go along with it than explain your situation.

"That sounds great, thank you." You shot a look at him to tell him it was fine before turning back to the woman. "Which room is she in?"

"Just down the hall in room four."

"Thanks. I'll be back in a minute." You directed the last bit at Dieter before pushing your way through the double doors to collect Frankie.

The actor watched you go before sighing to himself and turning back to the paperwork in front of him. He groaned quietly, clicked the pen against his thigh and scribbled his signature along the bottom line.

The receptionist reached across the desk and tapped another line at the bottom. "We'll also need your girlfriend to sign the form."

He frowned and looked up at her. "Why?"

She shrugged. "It's policy. And you also put her down as an emergency contact. That is her, right?"

He nodded and read over where he'd hastily written your name the previous day as the person to contact if the vet was unable to get ahold of him. He hadn't even really thought about it, you were just the automatic choice.

Before he could think about it too much, you came back into the waiting area with a sleeping Frankie in your arms. Dieter practically melted at the sight.

"Apparently she didn't have a very good night so they gave her something to relax so she'll be very sleepy for the next few hours." You whispered to him, carefully handing her over. "Vet said she should be fine though and it was just a virus that's been going around recently. She probably caught it from another dog at the park."

"Oh, Frankster. What did those peasant dogs from the park do to you?" He hugged the dog tight to his chest and resisted the urge to cry, briefly gesturing at the reception desk. "They- uh... they need you to sign one of the forms."

"Sure." You turned back to the woman and had her point out where you needed to sign, giving a small smile to the sight of your name on the emergency contact list. Once you were done you thanked her and guided Dieter out of the surgery, letting him continue mumbling words of love to his dog. "Dieter, I'll drive, yeah? That way you can sit with Frankie on your lap."

You could tell he wasn't really listening to you but nodded anyway, too engrossed in his dog to care about anything else. It was understandable.

You managed to coax him into the car and stop holding Frankie for a second so he could put his seatbelt on.

"Dieter Bravo, put your seatbelt on right this instant or so help me god!"

"Don't Dieter Bravo me!"

After a quick minute of arguing you got him situated in his seat and went to the driver's side, speeding out of the car park as quickly as possible. The radio hummed lowly in the background as Dieter spoke to Frankie who was still asleep and unaware of what was happening around her.

"She's asleep. She can't hear you." You laughed at him, mainly because he was being so cute.

"You don't know that. You know that they say coma patients can hear you?" He didn't even glance your way, his hands travelling up and down the length of Frankie's back.

"She's not a coma patient." You continued to laugh, being careful to drive slowly so as to not get distracted. "She's a sleeping dog that's high on whatever drugs they gave her."

"Same difference." He grumbled, hiding his smile in Frankie's fur. "She's cooler than a coma patient."

"Can't argue with that one. She is the coolest dog around." You replied with a laugh. "Knew that since I first laid eyes on her."

Dieter's head snapped to look at you as he thought back to the first time you had met.

You were stumbling down the hall of your new building, desperately trying to weave in and out of the corridors and remember your way back to your apartment. You'd just had your first day at your new job and it hadn't gone as smoothly as you hoped it would. Nevertheless, you pushed through it and managed to get to the end of your shift without any serious mishaps. But now all you wanted to do was crawl into bed with a glass of wine and a book.

That would be a lot easier if you only could find your stupid apartment.

After way too long a time of searching, you finally found your new home and you let out a cheer in triumph, slapping a hand over your mouth when you realised how loud you were.

"Fuck!" You cursed to yourself when you dropped your keys, bending down with a groan to retrieve them.

"Are you okay?"

You spun around at the sound of a deep voice to see your new neighbour hanging out of his doorway with an amused smile on his face.

Embarrassed, you nodded your head and turned back to your door again. "Yep, all good."

"Really? Sounded like a lot of grunting and swearing out here. Thought you might be having sex in the hallway." He laughed to himself and then even harder when your face flushed red. "I'm Dieter by the way."

You introduced yourself and knocked on your door. "Your new neighbour."

"The one who plays loud music and has already set off the smoke alarm twice? That new neighbour?" He sent you a friendly smile that sent an eruption of butterflies rippling through your stomach.

"Yeah, sorry. Walls are thinner here than my last place. I'll be sure to turn it down and stop burning food." You wanted to curse yourself, less than a week in this place and you'd already disturbed your nice, handsome neighbour. Typical.

Dieter just shrugged at you though, obviously unfazed. "You've got good music taste so it's okay. And we've all burned food in our lives. It's understandable." He briefly turned away from you to mumble at something or someone in his flat.

You finally managed to unlock your door without Dieter's brown gaze piercing into your soul and pushed it open, throwing your bag down to the floor in annoyance. You didn't want to be rude to him but now was not the most convenient time to be making a first impression due to your sour mood.

"It was nice to meet you." You called to him before rushing into your apartment, even more embarrassed at your swift exit.

"Yeah, you too-" Dieter began to reply but your door had already slammed shut. He let out a sigh and looked down at the puppy whimpering at his feet. "What do you think, Frankster? She's cute. Awkward. But cute."

Frankie just sniffled at his ankle in response, her head suddenly snapping to look in the direction of your apartment.

He frowned at his dog. "What is it?"

That's when he heard an angry scream coming from next door.

"Fuck!"

The word was extended and loud. Loud enough that Dieter was almost positive the whole building had probably heard it. He wanted to laugh but a large part of him was concerned for your well-being. Especially when the next sounds to be heard from your place were sobs.

Uncontrollable sobs.

He debated on whether or not he should check on you, trying to decide if it was appropriate to be so worried about a neighbour he'd met once. But after about ten seconds of deliberating, he decided screw it and pushed Frankie into his flat with his foot and shut his door behind him. Dieter stood at the door of your apartment for a moment with his hand raised in a fist, once again considering if he should check on you. But his heart overtook his brain and he knocked.

When you opened the door it was clear you'd been crying. Your eyes were red and your cheeks stained with tears, yet you gave him the brightest smile you could muster. "Hey, neighbour. What's up?"

He wanted to laugh at you but held back, only letting the tiniest smile show. "Your loud exclamation of a certain word beginning with f is what's up. Are you okay?"

You opened your mouth to give him an easy lie of yeah, you were fine but moving to a new place was a little stressful. Yet the genuine look of worry in his eyes stopped you. You just shook your head at him, paired with a little shrug, not knowing what to say.

Dieter seemed to consider this for a moment. "Do you like dogs?"

"I love dogs." You let out a surprised chuckle, not knowing where that question had come from.

"Wait here." He held up a finger at you before disappearing down the hallway again. You heard his door open and close before he reappeared with the cutest puppy you'd ever seen in his arms. "This is Frankie."

"Oh." You took one look at her before bursting into tears again. This time they were happy. "Oh, she's just the sweetest. Can I hold her please?"

Dieter smiled at your politeness before handing Frankie over to you. "I find her comforting during my bad moments. Thought she could do the same for you."

You offered him a grateful smile before turning all your attention towards the puppy. "Well, aren't you the most adorable thing to ever exist. I know I only met him today but I might just have to steal you away from Dieter if I get the chance."

He watched the two of you with a smile and a pounding heart. He was already enamoured.

When you got back to your building, you opened all doors necessary for Dieter and Frankie, rushed around his apartment to collect some essential items for a sick dog and set up the most comfortable bed possible for her filled with millions of her blankets, cushions and favourite toys.

Dieter watched you walk around his place with ease, knowing where everything was and making yourself at home as you tried to set up what you thought was best for Frankie. It made him love you even more. And now with the added weight of reminiscing on your first meeting, he didn't think he could contain his feelings any longer. It was almost painful not to confess right there as he stood rooted in the middle of his lounge with you flitting around him.

Frankie was well and truly out of it, and probably wouldn't wake until the next morning, so Dieter set her down in the bed you had set up for her before he reached out an arm to stop you as you went to walk past him again.

"Calm down." He smiled at you, the same easy and kind smile that had gotten to you all those years ago. "Sit down for a second, yeah?"

"I'm trying to look after your dog, Dieter." You huffed and gestured at her sleeping form, your heart aching at the cuteness of it. "Someone's gotta be responsible around here since you couldn't stop making sad goo-goo eyes at her."

He grinned at you, thrilled by how your actions reflected how much you loved Frankie. It was one of the many things he loved about you. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face as he shook his head at you. "Wow, who thought the sad cuddler would be the responsible parent out of the two of us."

Your jaw dropped at his words whereas Dieter's just snapped shut, shocked that he'd just let that slip out.

"Parent?" You asked, mouth agape. "Frankie's parent?"

Dieter blushed and looked off to the side, trying to will away the heat in his cheeks. "Well, I guess I've almost always considered you to be Frankie's mom. You spend the most time with her aside from me. You love her a lot, possibly more than me now that I think about it." He laughed to himself and finally looked back down at you to find your eyes filling with tears. "Don't cry. Frankie's out of commission at the moment."

You shook your head at him before throwing your arms around his neck and practically jumping on him, knocking him back a few steps.

"I'm guessing that's a positive reaction then?"

"Yeah, you idiot." You mumbled into his shoulder before pulling away but leaving your arms in their place.

And just like that, tension filled the space between you. It was like the two of you were the only people in the world, just staring into each other's eyes and trying to determine whether the other was feeling the same atmosphere. After several seconds of just gazing at each other, you loosened your arms from around his neck and began to pull away, thinking he would've taken the opportunity to kiss you already if he wanted to.

Dieter's mind, on the other hand, was racing with thoughts. Should he kiss you? Was it too late already? You pulled away, did this mean you didn't want to kiss him? But you looked disappointed. Did that mean you did want to kiss him? He was so confused that he didn't know what to do, weighing up every option in his head.

"I'll-" You cleared your throat and pointed at his door. "I should go."

He didn't reply, all he knew was that he couldn't just let you leave. Not when he was so close to finally just telling you how he felt. So, instead, he placed a hand on your cheek and turned your head to face him, gave you one last look before he leaned in and kissed you, very softly. The kiss was gentle but you felt your knees almost buckle. After years of harbouring a crush on Dieter you were finally kissing him. And it was wonderful.

Once he pulled away, he looked down at you with an almost shy look, unsure of whether what he just did was okay. So he simply asked. "Is this okay?"

"I've been waiting years for you to do that." You confessed with a smile, suddenly lightheaded.

"I've been waiting years to do that." He replied with a laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. "Wish I'd done it sooner now that you appear to like me back."

You shook your head at him, finding it funny how he couldn't realise that you'd always felt this way. "I'm just glad you've done it now."

"Me too." He pulled you in for another kiss, the two of you breaking away into a fit of giggles when Frankie started snoring in the corner of the room.

"FYI, I only like you for your dog. She's the only appeal you have." You teased him in a desperate attempt to contain your excitement.

"Well... naturally." Dieter shrugged at you before he kissed you once again.

And just like that, the three of you were a family. A sleepy dog, a sad cuddler and a smitten actor.

do not chastise the dove (11) ✧ steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley

do not chastise the dove ✧ a royal moon knight au | ao3 | pinterest board

pairing: knight!steven grant x fem!princess!reader x knight!marc spector x knight!jake lockley

series summary: you were a princess who would rather be anything but a royal; he was the knight her father forced her to marry—a true match made in hell if there ever was one. but, as the wedding inches closer and closer, it seems that, perhaps, your father had finally done something right by you. 

chapter summary: you are saved. but it’s not over quite yet. 

word count: 2,492

warnings?: vague descriptions of fighting bc i can’t write fight scenes lmao, angsty, a shorter chapter, pet name (dove)

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MEU DEEEEEUS MINHAS EMOÇÕES ESTAVAM ↗️↔️↙️↖️↘️↪️↗️↙️⬆️↙️↔️↗️↪️ LENDO

TÔ ADORANDO ESSA ERA DE SMAU NO FANDOM

summary: where Juani noticed some new gossip that was going around Twitter in the name of one of his favorite singers and his co-worker

paring: enzo vogrincic x fem!singer! reader [ no faceclaim ]

writer: Just the reader sticking to the vibe of every person in the world since the release of the movie and the rise of the current internet boyfriend

( tradução para o português )

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yourusername the female urge to write a song about a guy she saw an edit on tiktok

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havanaroseliu OMG! Okay, it´s happenning!!!

yummyyourname Everybody stay calm!!!! yncliquee what's the procedure everyone? what's the procedue?

ynthinker SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR

miniynln the last photo, is that the latino guy from the airplane movie???

havanaynluvchild thank u random hot man for making mother do her job

vongriciccunt I understand her at a certain level of depth, I also wanted everyone to hear my love for him after an edit

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bottomsburner "let's make all the tiktok girlys freak"

story responses in instagram dm

havanaroseliu Be fr right now

niamhhccormack_ same.

yourusername he is a hot girls thing for sure

reneerapp shame on you putting things like this on my face

themaddieep are you lauching??????

yourusername girl, I WISH

first story responses in instagram dm

havanaroseliu beg your pardon??? delete this, i have a reputation and another place to be

ynthinker love your friendship with the Bottoms cast.

havanaynluvchild MAMA & MOTHER TOGETHER

reneerapp invitation?????

kikaroseliu i loveeee her so much

juanicar the pretzels look fake

second story responses in instagram dm

chuuyn IT'S COMING

nigvtmares THAT'S A WRAP??

juanicar need this song right now

yourusername boy, it's coming calm down juanicar Could an old fan know more about the song? yourusername that depends, old fan, send me your number

treaclychild JUST FUCKING UPLOAD IT ALREADY

third story responses in dm

reneerapp I had hoped you'd be turning into a real person

niamhhccormack_ girl

yourusername sorry mother, for i have sinned ( it will happen again

juanicar I feel like I shouldn't be seeing this

yourusername welcome, juanicar, to enzo vogrincic secret fan page yourusername You should think twice before sending me your number and making friends, you have released an intimacy never thought of

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yourusername "Older" is now up for you people to stream . . . and the secret is out, the song is about juanicar

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juanicar oh well . . . secret is out

yourusername gonna tell them we are now lauching? havanasennot WTF???

ynthinker gonna be my number 1 song fr

havanaynluvchild she's making new friends ooooown so proud

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franromerofran He came to my house with Blas, Matias and Pipe to listen

vongriciccunt THE LSDLN STREAMING IT

kukuthinkeer wait, the song is not about Enzo?

yourusername no 🥰

vogrincicenzo has followed yourusername

first story responses in dm

juanicar girl . . . i think u should check on something

havanaroseliu PR TEAM IS FREAKING RIGHT NOW

lnroseliu WHAT IS THIS?????

alicuntrival Y/N????

ynthinker YOU JUST BEING SHAMELESS RIGHT NOW

ynarchive YOU REALLY DID SAY "FCK IT I WANNA THAT MAN"

second story responses in dm

ssavannahsmithh horrible day to post one story after another hun

ynthinkeer THIS IS NOT YOUT CLOSE FRIENDS

juanicar the gc IS GOING NUTS RIGHT NOW

franromerofran AND I WAS THE ONE DOUBTING IT

havanaynluvchild is this my new step father, then??

themaddieep So you just decided to hard lauch? Good for u

third story responses in dm

vogrincicenzo i mean, it's a very nice music

vogrincicenzo i do have somenthings to talk about it, maybe give you more inspiration over a cup of coffee

vogrincicenzo Counting that you won't get me arrested during the conversation for now

summary: como pode um simples jogo causar tanta discussão e entretenimentos? para esses dois é muito mais do que um jogo, para os fãs é uma diversão, eles só não sabem o por trás dessa diversão.

paring: pipe otaño x fem!influencer! leitora [ bella campos como fc ]

writer: em português porque gringo nenhum entenderá brxarg e flamengo contra qualquer um na libertadores.

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yourusername mó paz graças a deus!!!!

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th4sn TEM CAST DE LSDLN NAS CURTIDAS???

yummyseunome mulher escreve "Deus" com d minúsculo e atrai hermanos sncliquee ela tem uma inimizade antiga com o Pipe, desde a libertadores de 2019, flaxriver, os dois estavam no jogo

snthinker MINHA MÃE FLAMENGUISTA

pipegonzalezotano ah então é ai que meu pano de chão foi parar?

yourusername como se você limpasse sua casa, o máximo que você faz é molhar ele com suas lágrimas de perdedor pipegonzalezotano vamos ver quem vai estar chorando no final do próximo jogo

matiasrecalt por isso ele tava fazendo awooga aqui na sala

marimarina oi???? recaltweed quem tava fazendo o que??? lannylain SR. RECALT VOLTE E EXPLIQUE

Flamengo 😍

aguslainn Buenissima, nena

yourusername story respostas na dm do instagram

snsnfla meu deus, você fazendo soft lauching, aguardei tanto este momento

missusmengo E QUEM SERIA ESSE???

gonzagapipee O QUE TA ACONTECENDP??

aguustrival S/N????

snthinker era dele que o matias tava falando?? você ta com um hermano??

snarchive TENHO PAI?

aguslainn story respostas na dm do instagram

valen.laiiin VOCÊ ESTÁ NO BR???

kukuthinkeer Encontro do cast no Brasil, vem ai??

matiasrecalt ah pronto, agora vem ai as teorias do iluminati no twitter

franromerofran você fez de proposito, certeza

snthinker você ta em praias de território br? interessante

missusmengo OI???

pipegonzalezotano story respostas na dm do instagram

vogrincicenzo como está ai?

kuku.esteban lembra de passar o protetor, o sol parece me queimar pela foto

snthinker Quem foi que tirou essa foto??

pipegonzalezotano o agus.

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yourusername minha vida ultimamente.

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blaspolidorii então finalmente assumiram?

moramora O QUE TEM PRA ASSUMIR? marimokuku BLAS O QUE VOCÊ SABE?

snthinker AGUS E O PIPE NO BRASIL

aegressn amo a estetica "flamengo" desta diva

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santisantificado as camisas do river ali, as malucas do twitter estavam certas

pipegonzalezotano estragou a beleza das imagens com essa coisa horrenda que é esse time

yourusername primeiro, flamengo não é time é seleção, time é aquela merreca que você segue yourusername segundo, você que estagou com essa sua cara imunda, tome um banho e vire gente

aguslainn a vida ultimamente está sendo muito divertida

gusgusthinker AGUSTÍN???

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aguslainn limpando e tirando algumas fotos, porque meu rolo de câmera finalmente encheu.

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matiasrecalt e morreu.

franromerofran aqui jaz santivacanarvaja estou agora mesmo orando pela sanidade dele agustinpardella lembre de orar pelos ouvidos dele também

gusgusthinker MEU DEUS EU TAVA CERTA???

gussnlover Já ta liberado fazer conta de casal?

snthinker meu deus, o cachorro flamenguista da sn

yummyseunome ela realmente atraiu os hermanos depois do primeiro post

th4sn estarei escrevendo apenas deus com d minúsculo a partir de agora

otanothinkeer a gente vai apenas ignorar os comentários da sociedade da neve?

missusmengo sim, foque apenas no Agus divulgando a namorada br dele e espere que eles sigam o exemplo do querido pra escolher namoradas pipeeelover bi?? foque no pipe sem camisa, e todos agradeçam ao agus por essa foto e última que o pipe postou nos stories

O quarto estava imerso em uma atmosfera serena, com uma suave penumbra permeando o ambiente e criando uma sensação de tranquilidade, o barulho distante de algum pagode parecia até meio desconhecido e confuso, o leve barulho do ar condicionado sendo a única onda sonora presente dentro do quarto naquele momento. O calor residual do chuveiro preenchia o ar, misturando-se com o aroma fresco de sabonete e shampoo, o cheiro da maresia do mar, do corpo dele salgado pela água, das bebidas facilmente derramadas durante o dia, tudo parecia tão distante com os cheiros que saem da porta do banheiro presente no quarto. Pipe, recém-saído do banho, sentou-se na borda da cama, sua figura delineada pela luz suave que emanava do abajur ao lado. Uma toalha úmida estava amarrada de forma frouxa em torno de sua cintura, expondo os músculos esculpidos de seus ombros e braços. Gotas de água ainda escorriam de seus cabelos escuros, criando um brilho efêmero à medida que caíam sobre o lençol, ele estava perdido no brilho de seu celular, os dedos deslizando pela tela enquanto navegava por suas redes sociais. Inicialmente, sua expressão era tranquila, os lábios curvados em um leve sorriso enquanto ele consumia o conteúdo digital e cantarola, da maneira mais errada impossível, a música distante, seu sotaque sumindo por entre os murmúrios da batida da música . No entanto, toda essa serenidade logo deu lugar a uma repentina expressão de crescente irritação. As sobrancelhas de Pipe se contraíram em um franzir de frustração, seus lábios se apertaram em uma linha tensa.

Com um gesto brusco, ele lançou o celular para longe de si na cama, como se quisesse se livrar da fonte de sua irritação. O dispositivo quicou levemente sobre o colchão antes de se estabilizar em um canto, sua tela ainda iluminada com mensagens incomodativas. queebra, não foi você quem comprou., não demorou muito para Felipe se virar em direção a voz, observando a porta do banheiro, a figura de sua namorada emergiu do vapor, envolta em uma toalha macia. A luz suave destacava os contornos de sua pele, realçando sua beleza natural. Gotículas de água ainda adornavam sua pele, refletindo a luz com um brilho suave e etéreo. Ela estava ocupada, secando delicadamente os cabelos com outra toalha, os fios úmidos se enrolando em torno de seus dedos. Ao notar a expressão de frustração de Pipe, sua namorada se aproximou com uma expressão de preocupação, suas feições suaves revelando seu carinho pelo parceiro.

“O que aconteceu, paixão? o river perdeu de novo? não fica assim, você sabia que eles eram ruins quando começou a torcer.” sua voz carregava um deboche absoluto, um irônia que não chegava ao seu olhar de preocupação, naquele momento sua meta era distrair a cabeça de seu namorado, não de diminuir o time do coração dele, mesmo que ela jamais perderia uma única oportunidade de fazer tal coisa. Uma risada nasalada foi a única coisa que pipe deixou escapar, junto de uma forte revirada de olhos enquanto suas mãos rapidamente iam de encontro com a cintura de sua namorada, deixando um forte aperto no lugar. “Isso é por causa do post do Agus?” ela tornou a perguntar, sentindo seu namorado abraçar sua cintura por completo dessa vez, encostando a cabeça na barriga dela com certa delicadeza, deixando o forte cheiro dos inúmeros produtos de cosméticos invadirem suas narinas, enquanto fechava os olhos e murmurava um breve não

“então não tem nada haver com o post e todos os seus fãs acharem que eu estava assumindo ele?” Suas mãos deslizavam suavemente pelos cabelos molhados de Pipe, acariciando-os com ternura enquanto ele descansava sua cabeça em sua barriga. Os olhos do argentino ergueram-se para encontrar os dela, um leve bico emburrado presente nos lábios do mesmo. Seus lábios curvaram-se em um sorriso debochado enquanto sua sobrancelha se ergueu levemente, o observando atentamente. Conhecia bem Felipe, sabia bem como funcionava a possessividade dele, foram quatro anos, uma pandemia, um filme, muita perda de peso e muitos jogos de futebol, dentro desse relacionamento. Ela conhecia cada mínimo detalhe muito bem.

Para Pipe, não havia lugar mais reconfortante do que nos braços dela, onde ele se sentia verdadeiramente em casa. Era um lugar onde ele podia deixar de lado suas preocupações e simplesmente se perder na sensação reconfortante de seu toque. E ali, com o queixo apoiado suavemente em sua barriga, ele sentia-se completo, como se nada mais importasse além da presença dela ao seu lado.

“só acho meio desaforo ele publicar suas fotos, como se vocês fossem um casal e mais desaforo ainda essas seguidoras ignorarem minha presença ali . . .” falou, escondendo o rosto novamente, a ponta de seu nariz brincando levemente com a barra da toalha, tentando encontrar um pouco de pele por entre o tecido úmido da toalha. pelo menos não estamos lidando com carlitos paez se envolvendo no relacionamento mais. Pipe riu, se lembrando quando começaram as inúmeras suposições sobre o tipo dos meninos do cast, e como havia virado piada entre o casal. Nunca foram as loiras, sempre foi carlitos paez ele falou, sua voz abafada pelo rosto ainda escondido na namorada, ambos sabiam, nunca foram as loiras, Pipe tinha algo pelo brasil, pelo desafio e pela namorada dele. A ideia de que os fãs acham que é outra pessoa amando ela do jeito que ele ama o fez gemer de raiva, puxando a namorada para mais próximo.

“pipe, foi você quem o chamou para manter as aparências e você quem deu a liberação pra ele causar um caos no fandom.” a menina falou, segurando a risada, e se esforçando ao máximo para não cair no colo de seu namorado a cada novo puxão ou movimento do mesmo. Ela não mentiu, Pipe havia chamado Agus para o Brasil, sabia que naquele momento o Lain não estava muito amigável com as Argentinas e passava horas elogiando as brasileiras, principalmente pelo carinho e a compreensão que elas o entregavam, Pipe achou que seria uma boa ideia, sua namorada tinha amizades e ela gostava do Agus o suficiente para aceitar apresentar essas amizades, não como conheceu Matias e quase excluiu as amizades de seus contatos para que o Recalt não as encontrasse, mas Pipe nunca pensou que se sentiria tão incomodado vendo comentários do amigo no perfil da namorada, ou vendo seus fãs torcendo para que os dois ficassem juntos, e ele certamente não esperava que Agus levasse o caos tão a sério.

"Sua mente fugiu de novo, amor", ela disse suavemente, seu tom tranquilizador ecoando no quarto. "Desligue o celular e concentre-se no presente, meu bem, e outra . . .", com um toque suave e delicado, a mão dela deslizou dos cabelos de Pipe até suas bochechas, como se traçasse um caminho de carinho e conexão. Seus dedos roçaram suavemente contra a pele macia do rosto dele, transmitindo conforto e amor. Com um movimento gentil, ela ergueu seu rosto, incentivando-o a encontrar seu olhar. “Você pode sempre se vingar, o quarto dele é aqui do lado e podemos comemorar do mesmo jeito que comemoramos a Argentina acabar com a França no Qatar. . . e depois podemos só assumir tudo”, um sorriso ladino começou a tomar conta do rosto de Pipe, iluminando seus olhos com uma centelha travessa de diversão. Enquanto sua namorada erguia seu rosto para encontrá-la, ele sentia o calor reconfortante de seu toque e a doçura de seu olhar, mas também a energia leve e divertida que sempre parecia surgir entre eles. De repente, como se impulsionado por um impulso irresistível, uma de suas mãos deslizou para a coxa macia dela, aconchegando-se ali com ternura e possessividade ao mesmo tempo. Eu te amo pra caralho, garota, ele murmurou, finalmente puxando a toalha que escondia o corpo que ele tanto desejava da visão dele.

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yourusername já são quatro anos aguentando o River e o hino da Argentina apenas para provar para as hermanas que nunca fueran las rubias, siempre fueran las brasileñas ( e o carlitos paez ).

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snthinker MEU dEUS???

pipelaiinfc não o d minúsculo

gusgusthinkeer 4 ANOS???

aguslainn Ai caralho, finalmente também né, não aguentava mais

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franromerofran Não sei porque, mas eu realmente sinto que devemos sentir pena dos ouvidos do Agus

matiasrecalt f no chat pelos ouvidos do divo agustinpardella f santivacanarvaja f feliperamusiomora f kuku.esteban f vogrincicenzo por que "f"? blaspolidorii também não entendi, ele morreu? aguslainn eu durmo no quarto ao lado blaspolidorii caramba, muito coração roxo e muitas forças pra você vogrincicenzo ainda não entendi a do f

vongriciccunt A SOCIEDADE NOS COMENTÁRIOS NA MORAL

kukuthinkeer o desespero deles é tanto que sinto que já passaram pelo o que Agus ta passando

yourusername Argentino é tudo dramático. aguslainn nunca mais aqueles sons sairão da minha cabeça, eu serei assombrado e aterrorizado pelo resto da minha simples vida até o fim dos tempos. yourusername não disse?

carlitospaezr já te disse que precisamos conversar sobre quem fica por quanto tempo com ele.

yourusername desculpa, sogro

pipegonzalezotano são quatro anos de pano de chão de graça, muitos gritos e viagens para o lado do sol apenas para provar para os boludos que até nisso eles perdem pra Argentina

yourusername mermão eu vou te bater, se liga

pipegonzalezotano espero que venham muito mais e que eu finalmente possa usar a aliança e a chave reserva que estão na cabeceira da minha cama

yourusername pera o que????? yourusername felipe volta aqui

pipegonzalezotano te amo muito, nena

yourusername eu te amo muito mais, meu amor pipegonzalezotano impossível, eu amo mais do que você yourusername perdedores não amam mais que vencedores pipegonzalezotano quem ganhou a última copa ama mais yourusername eu vou me tacar na frente de um ônibus na sua frente yourusername quem tem mais copas e mais libertadores ama mais HA pipegonzalezotano eu vou te mostrar quem ama mais

aguslainn EU não aguento mais.

Que homem gostoso da peste!

I'm sorry, the english language don't have words to describe how handsome Harry is. I did need to tell it in my mother language

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