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filliteast · 8 months ago

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Diary 21

4-8.4

Th. Caught asleep after 3 more long head downs, 35 min next to the cmate was caught, ph-cy sit drawing probably//

Fr. Went instead as week ago. Tests check failure, not went mka paid, hm, pc's up/d-grade, dad mom, won gard Jun tekken 2

Sa. Wk 8.9, Akt pla, vids, rytps, eat yd mt w potat mayo brd smet, mom said st home, advtime Jermaine, chs smet brd, cartoon site banned pc ip, cleaning to do, imiles strm, blender, ctrl+z too harmful, frd potato a bit mayo

Sd. More Tames 1am. Wk 8:10, things, Rdir sanded shoes underneath. Mka. Сила воли вони боли триединство, ps berk tiger anmg failed, read turma, drawing a bit. Hm back, eat brd, pc sit gallery hopefooling

8-14.4

Mo. 1am turn off. Wks 7,8,11,12. Eat brd chs mass fat smet, shvds, sit wtng 2pm, bus mom call, next bus heat tests, mom left w frozens shawa soup and chebur. Test, Vids, heat mass, shts, eating

Tu. Indi game story. Glasses Glass fell walk by zebra, woman gave it, thx walk away

We. German composing website fam back. Wks 7,8, bus warm w slpg man, intense preparing not as hard as earlier one, heated thoughts staying, ph-cy jaiden vid, sweets eat, dry floor wash, mom worry told dadu, again fault skip mka, zes stayed on parking

Th. Strms wch. Wks 7, 8, mom prepared gown, car, dadu listened a bit of ti, soup mass corrupted, heated thoughts ism,

Fr.

Sa.

Sd. Pk fld 3eps. Alan Parker grandma

15-21.4

Mo. Wks 7.5, 8, 11 went, sdal, wtd to consens on prctics. Prods bag put in bckpack, hard sta loh, weird emotions showing to guy, 2Kiwi ate, pla chgun w Akt, then he left

Tu. Hopeless slp. Wk 9.3am, car, incor signed, Kirsan meeting, adndronovka spomnil, bck Z. A told it was for girls. Hour missing mom said she latened to dentist. Eat soup rough w brd ctg chse, ggen, a bit fish. Bad drawing, shts, ggen, max ideas for covers, unkempt, overweaked, standardized react. They came

We. Wk 8, bus wtd, phone bounced on chair picking up the bag loudly shattered on floor, mom w dadu, car rights chips brought, chte, beer. Forgot eat, Diprometa packing rotokan beaten, Conditioning floor wash, some leaks left under furniture, 2 sheets put, ggen, , mka lose, bus, eat plate a bit, Akt mcraft

Th. Wk 7.5, phone vds, ph-cy late came, eat apl ggens then 3, order list on sheet, sumamed long negotiation, eat grechka w chk mt, piss less, rditshii

Fr. Sht 5am. Wk 8.5, ph-cy, sent, left, btw calling, free back wtd for keys hozmag, nthing shts wch, 4 ggenius, poot ph-cies set.

Sa. astounding rumanger vids, panel drawing tries,

Sd. Poot raid Agagrad, ahmad wchg raid by agagrad. Jkd hf night, wks 1pm, 3pm, eat macaroni v potato brd, ice age 2 pla, mm cm, smet brd, berk fanim full rewatch, poot, shwr left wet head

22-28.5

Mo. Fccc. Ph-cy misstep crossroad Lenin square, bc 1 est. Washed windows, another ph-cy sent, stolen shoes from, typing by the shelves, thought 1c taking, hfway mbus wtd brh, manti, vids, shts, print

Tu. Latened 1h brh, working payment unworthy. Thoughts gotta get hards, then gave only payment

We. Passenger guy, car driven, mngd Eap, gown krivo, surfaces cleaning, writing,

Th. Instruction readed, assortment reprise.

Fr. Running managed 7 minutes in. Stud instruction, they're telling. Phone was on stream during the same on pc. Poop, wg gamers svoyak 1h sit, shit jork, hands washed bad, pc ahh off, 20 min lead. Passed bstp, went they're waited next to bk, Akt out piss, car sit.

Sa. Running nose, staying around. Spinal column hurt of sitting to rewrite Guides. Policlinic closed, proceedings to another closed. Bought mt dough put in bag. Ate dough sorry for anonymity, besns potato mt soup eating. Delivery man friendly, makaroni try. Ph-cies costs, toiled, . Time liched on trying to manage

Sd. Twice floor wash for long time. Surfaces cleaning. Sssht

29-5.4-5

Mo. Sit ph-cy eating glicogens, wids, drawing try, berk chaptes, self measures, PicsArt

Tu. Wids, Skyrim w(out) bro, warcraft 3, bmngine drive installed, baked brd a bit, dough soup eat, oblivion

We. Oblivion old videos. Wks 8, 8.5. writing down. Kupat 1.5 ate felt bad, wids, ctg chs, smet brd, replying failing floor wsh. Mbus, Mka. Sm comic

Th. Wk

Fr.

Sa. Suggestion of thera flu to man asked Panacea potion

Sd. Kolb, footages download, cut

6-12.5

Mo. Mandarin, 2 apl, soup, . A bit footages download

Tu. Oblivion 2 dungens, ate 6 borsoks. Wk 8, eat 2 borsok, sip. Cold taking over pharmacy. Webinar, leaving. Walking on hunger was harder then waiting bus after it. Mom w dadu left, eat 2 soup, reading rdit, yt.

We. Prctc instructions writing up. Kolb and smet ate up, brd brought. Mom worry released. Hm came layering slp.

Th. Wk 8.5 zes belt, car, called mom, bus, prepared, called mom, eating w brd, old kyr vids, wg shts. Ate 4 kur sand jam ckies, 4 prks, farts for the end of the day. She said it too works until 7pm. Walk, den w timu yarik, pzas ate.

Fr. Fh pla, tried pc vpn, toil loud sit stupidity, back to drm djn. Akt cute awake at 3.5 pm, eat soup, sponge bob techs, drawing soft, same soup whack, pc sit, took shower,

Sa. Pc sitting things w Timur strm, Vids till 5am. Wk 8.1 am, eat kolb brd sip, ph-cy, eating soup ptoes w mt, brd yesterday dawg strm. Brd smet, counting try, vids long, piss. A bit adding on proj, piss, a bit was pranked by bus.

Sd. Alday sit wg vids, eat soup, brd , 11 pm pc sit

13-19.5

Mo. Call of Juarez replay until 6tg act 4.5am, 4act save lost. Wk 7.5, car driven, got on prctc, rewrite knee injections, sit writing. Bus right first sit w reflux. Eat grech brd smet, fluid fats w lamb mt, man draw w fing, out of ph-cy got that lamb mt was w auth terrible smell. Got to policlinic, badly explained them. Hom pla, slp

Tu. Wk 7.5, wfls ate, olivier sald. Big day of skel tiger charging writing, forgot what to look for on montg purps, w mom in ph-cy, akt rblx, pc game install, bght wfls eating crumbled on surface, jerk planned decide clean up, cckroach killed.

We. animating in clipsart fail anyway. Pics, Jerk unreal on toil, slp 6.2am. Wk 7.8, warm sip, Ai polemics instead full working. Ate soup mt, pelm smet brd, sips. Drawing from conservatory brain. Des be des go songs probably re-adding in the new song list too. New tame impala's K.C.R.W manning bar perform set realizing as a perfect gift.

Th. Probably this day Woman drived us for free.

from the angle of view the number has shrunk, thought it was 361, but 35, went through, fault skipping zebra.

Fr. Wk 7.5, rough stupidity fault, car driven.

High steel surfaces wash. Try to draw the game concept enemies.

Sa. Wk 7.5, car driven. Surfaces wash, a bit pharmacies. Paleontology analysis methods, myths. The game thought, thought improve, my fiction basis, manning bar edge style melody's parts mind extending. Socialism conference chat, managed draw slugterra Jules. Silicone lubr for mkas door fingers grab, Talk with Zes, washed hand w vagilak, he discovered teacher's day school congratulations videos.

Sd. Drawing dro, ate manti. Rdg nmbka, Kny. Mini Bicycle stuck 3rd unasked help. Bk hom, universe's+ sizing god's heaven and hell are could be after death.

Mo. Writing to r/religion, tem vids. Slept 3.5 am, wk 7.9, latened to bus sit car, Man delivered us for free, prctc, dadu pick up, ph-cy sit draw, sht vids, searches dig

Tu. 1.5slp. Wk 7, mka, entire high surfaces cleaning, slp want relief a bit, lof surfaces cleaning, read trwld. Eat pilaf w smet brd, sht vds. Kny shitts, 6s. Fed 2 mosqs, 2nd died in trans.

We. Sit ph-cy trice asleep torw read, read religion. Wrote worst way, heat, mom left, macarmeh, eat pilaf w crm pcakes.

Th.

Fr. Got to the prctc, parents came,

Sa. 1am. Wk 7.5 ready to go prctc, ate sw brd. Rdit, novel vids. Flr wash. Readg. Dough soup left ate a lot mt and ptts, swine slices ate up, brd smet. Akt pla, ate 3 ch-te w mindal, toil.

Sd. Wk 7.5, water rinsed, put the mcrni in mouth, nose to old football blanket, kolbbrd, mka sit, editing sit, washed kaskads, wssted left hour. Struggling choose where to go, thought would do economy of bisfenolum went home

27-2.5-6

Mo. Dadu w Akt came. Smet, kf bulbuls warm water.

Tu. Adr rush dadu's friend suggested took, drink it 2/5, I said him about listening black Sabbath, he suggested metallica nurvan, drunk turn song. Read Oda vanshot, draw try.

We. Didn't slp. heat sit wrong bus until it back. manti btr ate, need to done prctc, adr rush sip, addings, hot print. Evening wasted.

Th. buzhinin eat w sal, tea take out, print faults correcting, latened a bit, got, arrd ph-cy, brhs.

Fr. Oda compared to Araki, vids. Went slp 5.5am, Wk 9.5, Akt, eat smet brd olladi, wch vids, by mka, by bus stay, prepg by sent photos, fit for the 3. 3h trafjams by bus. Vids, injections taking woman, ph-cies. Noot pilaf, dawg aerozol train, vids. Rej eating.

Sa. At the start was to montage, drawgays, magi ep, ryuma ova, readg, , hm bk,

Sd. new dresses rubbish removal, atl drk, phone lost, aslpy in bus, Came 12.1, Readg, sht rdg drawing a bit, Zes, eat brought ch legs vegs, had yellow p, dom drawing, Kev's unmanaged, sht rd, bringing bk w fat potatoes.

3-9.6

Mo. Rdg shty a bit w listening to 5.4am. Hm sit worthless

Tu. ph-cy

We. ph-cy

Th. Carbosome down

Fr. exam failure Class teacher certainly threatened them to leave his teachings there for accepting me. Bus driven a 1h slp. Mom left, paper drawings managed.

Sa. Small seal morph creature cared in dream. Mka. Phone ibis. Dinofroz, Simba the world cup, left hams w cabbage, paid 100 for hm car driven.

Sd. Vids history scrolling three some failure, set up phone wp, wtfap, 5am slp stinky. Wk 9, instant forgot the dream, remembrance trying, cabbage smelter rot, eating up, soup felt hollow, ckies, kfr, weak at most points, strms wch, waste any time for cleaning floor, by bus.

10-16.6

Mo.

Tu.

We. Hard wake 9, car, , mom and dad call,

Th. slp. Wk 8, latened bus, by mka, 361, Mom w Akt came earlier probably by mbus, took offer w nosesprays, mom bought layered toasties. Eating potato fish Drawing DB's art listening to 08.22 TI Lonerism's performance, eat prk chs brd layered, jam layered, draw smth, prods missing over 5tg time. Drawing sht, askorbin ate up, wch sht.

Fr. hard wk, drm erased, std ph-cy w fam, temes op, took photo, bck ph-cy, drink up tinctured kisel, temes op.

Sa. wk 11 w remembrance of drm, steamed golubci, potatoes frd, vacuum clnd, infinity nano, crts, onion prepared.

Sd. Infinity blade vid, ckies eat, soup eat, ate 2 golubci, temes op turn on op wiki, ate up golubci, sumr sonic search, temes strm, hematogenous ate, ascorbic acid ate up, hxh vids, Rstrider vids, soup ate up, gotika1 auc.

17-23.6

Mo.

Tu. dmdma eat, rotten,

We. rzd kolb pieces, vids, Parents driven,

Th. Liver potatoes, 2 ggens, shts, free driven, wch sht

Fr. Wk 8.5, dad car, egg boxes, mbus, bus, shts wch, eat soup, ggen, ascorbic acid, felt bad health, rd manga, went piss, rd, ate ckies, rd sht, strms check.

Sa.

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24-30.6

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1-6.7

Mo. wks 7, left bstp, fist dismagnet card waste 2-3 hours, got momentum card w credits money fooling card,

Tu. Said was taken by dadu on . Wks 10, 10.5, ate soup, car, Zes metro left, by path wasted, diplome, arrd to garden divine, brhs, hard sip, ate flower ash in place I have been also 3y ago, car twice asleep, traffic jam blew believe in own patience, hm took Akt w Arg, bustp, ph-cy sit, ggen, ckie's edges bites, wtr, icons mngd

We. Deist debate. Became Rainy

Th. Hm sit, potatoes washing, mom bought nuggets pelms and patties

Fr. ph-cy eating mcrni, watering, vids, mom w dadu.

Sa. left huge amount of pharmacies unmanaged

Sd. Wk late, eat, wtd mka, mom called, 3,2am came, mom left sweets, wchd 2eps of life on our planet w tld, vids,

Mo. Cars instantly floating keyboard. Flipaclip camera animating try. Wk 8.2, car sit, wtd them for back slpg, ddu expedition to bstp, ph-cy, parents came, accountant online cashreg acces looking for, haven't found fiscal card. Head scratch, ate up sweets. Op vids, print docs, sent Premiere drafts to Yt

#diary #pls help #losing my mind

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theocinfodumpblog · 2 years ago

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You’re getting more infodump from meeee aaaaahahahahhaa i am so sorry

Corvyn time!

So, Corvyn is Luna’s Acting Chief Medical Officer (the actual chief is on leave atm). He’s 5’3”, a Levean (one of my original species for this world). He has a hidden obsession with hurt/comfort and long-form romance stories with happy endings, which he shares with his partner, Anthony (i already told you about him haha).

Corvyn is the nephew of Accalyn (aforementioned war criminal and all-around terrifying guy) and tried for a long time to keep this under wraps for obvious reasons. While Corvyn is very much against hurting people even when it’s ‘necessary’, him and Accalyn share a volatile personality, with Accalyn being too drawn towards anger in regards to seemingly hopeless causes, and Corvyn finding it incredibly difficult to settle into a relationship and as a consequence having many totally meaningless ones.

I won’t go into Corvyn’s trauma too much because you’d need a lot of tw for it, but I will say that he has been majorly traumatised (like,, marked moments of significance that affected him incredibly deeply) 3 times and the symptoms of it persist throughout his life. He has abandonment issues and therefore doesn’t let himself get into anything deeply with anyone, in case they leave him. He’s willing to try with Anthony because he reasons that Anthony is well,, not gonna use him for physical reasons,, which is entirely accurate. I’m happy to say that he does get therapy eventually (at Anthony’s suggestion) and improves considerably.

He gets along well with Kei and Yarrin, both of whom share his love of romance stories, as well as the Engineer second-class, Lucas (or L.U.C.A.S), an android and second-in-command of engineering.

He studied medicine on Earth and uses human medical techniques as, due to a condition known as Kadyn’s, he has no Aet’a (the innate telekinetic ability of Leveans). Most of the time he was on Earth was spent in Berlin, and he speaks German fluently. He struggles with English but is making an effort to learn.

Ok that’s enough for now! Hope you like him :D

Hes so cool :0 omg

Omg hes the type of character that need a text of trigger warnings, my favourite!

Also his name is so pretty, love it

#sorry for the wait #my cellphone was with 600mb if free espace and i panic #and i was talking to my brother #about it #Thelastlivingme #Thelastlivingme:Anthony #Thelastlivingme:Corvyn #Thelastlivingme:Accalyn #Thelastlivingme:Kei #Thelastlivingme:Yarrin #Thelastlivingme:Lucas

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betweenblackberrybranches · 2 years ago

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Oh sorry i am so late for the party! Thank you for the tag <3

Do you play an instument?

Actually no i am extremly bad at holding a rythm😞

Favourite book characters?

My favourites tend to be funny/snarky little guys! Like Bartimaeus from the Bartimaeus trilogy!!! Or insecure/depressed characters bc boy can i relate to them

What's your star sign?

Saggitarius ♐

Favourite color schemes?

Natural colors greens and browns, muted colors! But overall anything that has green in it

Naps or long sleep?

Long sleep all the way, though i also love napping with my gf!

What languages do you speak?

Only german and english! The tiniest bit of french

Dreams/aspirations?

Its actually really cheesy but i want to try to be as happy as i can in my life. I mean there is always gonna be bad stuff but i want to not be sad/selfloathing/hopeless all the time so thats my goal.

Long hair or short hair?

I have long hair right now but every time i have long hair i wish i had a buzzcut again and every time my hair is short i wish it was long so there really is no winning for me

Tea or coffee?

I love tea over everything! Tea is love, tea is life! I have a whole cabinet full of different teas and even some self foraged stuff! I never really got into coffee, i drink like 3 cups a year drowned in sugar and milk! I guess i am one of the few people here without a caffeine addiction huh?

Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

Yea no, bye real world! Unless the book character would help pay rent then maby them coming to life would be nice too

Hey yo if you wanna join @here-2suffer

Wanna get to know my tumblr friends better cuz y'all are dope so have a tag game challenge if you want :)

Also, if you don’t wanna answer anything you don’t need to.

♫Do you play an instrument?

•Favourite book characters?

•What’s your star sign?

•Favourite colour schemes?

•Naps or long sleep?

•What languages do you speak?

•Dreams/aspirations?

•Long hair or Short Hair?

•Tea or coffee?

•Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

No pressure tags: @thebestieyoureinlovewith @nikolaistealcoat @grishaverse-chaos @lostinfantasyworldsbi @lilisouless @l3st1b0urn3s-707 @arany-studio @waluigicumjar

#i ramble #this was fun #maybe the reason i am always tired is that i dont drink coffee #also sorry if that one part about aspirations is a downer

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vamossainz55 · 2 years ago

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Puppy Love (1.3k) | Mick Schumacher x Reader

req from anon: mick would be the cutest hopeless romantic bf. like you know how I’m rom com books/movies the guy is head over heels for their lover. sweet angel mick picking ur fav flowers and a whole movie marathon for you, just because 😌

a/n: tysm for the request!! ahhh i get so happy and excited that i literally need to write it right away. i did a bit of a twist? did i get carried away? maybe. but golden retriever mick energy for sure (so basically canon). i refuse to believe he would be any other way and he would basically move mountains and oceans for you. he'd adore you. anyways first non-carlos fic? published at least hehe. okay that is all. i hope u enjoy anon <3. (sorry i didnt do the movie marathon but i threw it a little in there)

warnings: none. just tooth-rotting fluff really. oh and late night writing so pls lmk if there are any mistakes <3

reqs are currently open

gif credit to acrosstobear

You had your fair share of shitty boyfriends throughout the years but every moment you spent with Mick made you realize the wait was definitely worth it.

It was the first date that really gave you a hint. The way he had knocked on your door instead of waiting in the car. The way he happily introduced himself to your parents, promising with his sweet smile to return you home by your curfew, and he did.

You joked with your friends, how it wouldn’t last long, and deep down you were scared for a bit but there wasn’t a single day that the German boy proved differently. Even when he finally got his seat in F1, he never failed to show you that you were his main priority.

“I can’t wait to see you, my love,” Your boyfriend says, and you can’t help but smile at the small pixelated video of him on your phone. He had one more race before the summer break- and you had tried your best to make it but your boss had set a last minute meeting that made it impossible for you to get there in time.

“Can’t wait to see you too babes,” You promise, sending kisses through the screen as you hear someone call for him in the background. You see Mick pout, telling whoever in the team to give him five more minutes and you can’t help but smile fondly. “Please go, they’re gonna hate me at this point.” You laugh, since you both well know this was his third time asking for more time.

“Fine, fine.” he says with a sigh before giving you a quick wave. “I love you.” He says making you smile and he waits before hanging up wanting to hear your reply. Of course you say it back.

_________

You come home a bit later than expected and you’re a bit frazzled, you need to go pick up Mick at the airport early in the morning so you had hoped to get some cleaning around your apartment but you were exhausted. You quietly slip off your shoes and hang your keys on the small hook by the mirror before turning on the lights.

Your bag hits the floor the same time you look up and you can’t help but freeze, seeing the whole apartment tidied up and what? The clothes that were scattered around your living room were all gone, your books were all placed neatly in the shelves, and you even notice that the plants look a bit more freshened up.

Soon you see a blonde mop of hair and blue eyes peeking from the kitchen. “Surprise!” And you can’t help but feel your chest swell. Mick’s coming at you at full force and you’re engulfed in his arms.

“Oh my god,” You say with a laugh, holding onto him tight as he lifts you up in the air. He takes this opportunity to spin you before carrying you to the couch. “What the hell?” You say once he sits down. He makes sure to rest you on his lap, and can’t help but run his hand on your thigh as you instinctively straddle him. You’re cupping his cheeks with a wide smile, looking over his eyes.

“You’re a doofus. Weren’t you supposed to be here tomorrow?” You ask, still grinning from ear to ear. He barely has time to answer before you’re peppering his lips with kisses and he’s never one to complain, making sure to return every single peck back. “Oh my god,” You say, still stunned.

“Managed to get an earlier flight,” he says with a smile, this time cupping your cheeks to look over your face endearingly and the look he gives you makes you want to cry.

“I ordered your favorite take out.” He says with a smile, “and I’ve loaded up your favorite movie.” He says and you shake your head.

“Aren’t you tired?” You ask with a laugh and he rolls his eyes.

“Never too tired for you.” He says before gently setting you to the side. “Now you sit down and relax. You’ve had a long day.” He says, gently turning you so you are facing the coffee table. You bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from smiling when you find your favorite daffodils sitting nicely on the coffee table along with a pack of your favorite chips along with your favorite chocolate bar.

“I’m back.” Mick smiles, soon carrying to the table the take out from your favorite asian restaurant along with a glass of wine. He sets it down on the table in front of you before rushing to get his own. You open your container once he’s seated next to you and smile. Of course he ordered you fried rice with sweet and sour chicken.

“I got it right?” He asks curiously and you can’t help but roll your eyes fondly. When did he ever get it wrong?

“No peas too,” You say with a laugh before looking at him. “What did I do to deserve you?” You ask with a smile. He gives you a bashful and shy shrug before he’s telling you all about his race and how he had thought he had completely bottled it before ending in the points and you just can’t help but think how easy it is.

You snuggle into Mick’s side on the couch later that night, Mick being completely out before the movie had ended. You could tell he was tired from traveling and setting everything up. Quickly you check his phone, wanting to plug it in before it died but you accidentally unlock it with your thumb and you had almost forgotten that you had to try to convince Mick to get a new phone.

You furrow your brows when his phone instantly opens to the notes app with a note already open, but soon you’re smiling quietly to yourself when you notice the title. ‘yn’s favorite things and everything i love about her’. You let out a quiet but breathless laugh as you go to plug in his phone.

“Baby, stay.” Mick grumbles, soon pulling you in again and you can’t help but give in, snuggling into his side again and you swear your heart grows two sizes. You’re so inlove with him that it almost hurts.

“I’d never leave you, don’t worry.” You say softly, giving his cheek a gentle kiss before pulling one of your blankets over you both. He lets out a satisfied but sleepy sigh, murmuring something in his sleep before pulling you closer.

(And if Mick was tired from having spent almost three hours looking for the perfect daffodils for you since most stores were out of stock, nobody needed to know. The way you smiled at him when you saw them was already enough.)

a/n: once again as always tysm for reading hope you enjoy <3. i am enjoying a lot doing reqs atm so please know there are still open.

interested in reading more? check my masterlist.

#mick schumacher #mick x reader #mick schumacher x reader #formula one x reader #formula one x you #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher x you #vamossainz55 reqs

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p-taryn-dactyl · 3 years ago

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Someone To Fight For (Bucky x sister!reader)

Hi everyone! This is my first real fanfiction to be posted on here so I apologize if it sucks. This first part doesn’t have that much x reader content, I mean there’s mention of y/n so...anyways I hope you guys like it! happy reading!

Prompt: What if Hydra gave Bucky a sister to fight for?

Words: 1.3K

Warning: mentions of torture, angst (i think), mention of Steve Rogers

Sometimes the faces of the Soldier’s victims burned into his dreams, keeping him from sleeping. Sometimes he dreamed of Steve saying “I’m with you ‘till the end of the line” then fading away as he danced away with Peggy. Other times, he heard her screams. These were the worst. His mind wouldn’t allow him to wake up. His body frozen on his mat on the floor, forced to relive the terrible moments. Her eyes, filled with pain as fists and knives pierced her skin, connecting with his would shock him awake, sweat pooling on the crevices of his body. She haunted not just his dreams, but every waking moment he had.

The one he left behind. His sister.

“Buck, you need to answer her.” Sam’s rich voice filled Bucky’s ears as he was shaken from his latest memory. He looked around the room, eyes focusing on his best friend and the therapist. Taking a deep breath, he blinked a few times to ground himself.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t hear the question.” Dr. Raynor smiled, something akin to pity filling her eyes. Sam studied Bucky’s face, analyzing every shift in expression. The therapist folded her hands over her lap, making direct eye contact with Bucky.

“Are you able to sleep in a bed again? Or do you still have nightmares?” Bucky froze. He felt all the air leave the room, strained breaths being sucked into his lungs. Sam cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. He gave a short nod to Dr. Raynor as Bucky closed his eyes, shaky breaths steadily becoming even. Pursing her lips, she unfolded her hands to grab her notepad.

“Oh come on, not the writing.” Bucky exasperatedly mumbled. Sam gave a short laugh. Dr. Raynor shook her head before continuing.

“Who do you see the most?” Bucky knew she was mentioning the victims. Maybe implying that the ones he saw the most were the ones he felt the most guilty for. But she didn’t know. Sam didn’t know. But maybe, just maybe, if he told someone, the guilt would feel less heavy on his shoulders.

“Y/n.” Her name was a hesitant admission. Both Dr. Raynor and Sam’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. Y/n wasn’t a name on the list of known Winter Soldier killings. Bucky huffed, a small smile on his lips, at their shared lost expression.

“Hydra knew how to manipulate. Their best ways were mental and emotional manipulation, obviously,” he waved a hand towards himself, “They knew that for a weapon, an assassin to really have a 100 percent kill rate, they needed something to motivate them. Someone. So, looking into my history, they found out I once had a biological sister. She died when we were younger, but we were close. They thought ‘Zis is perfect! A zister figure vill be the perfect motivation!’-”

“I’m sorry, but who said that? Count Dracula?”

“No, it’s a German accent ‘cause they were German scientists? Wait that doesn’t matter, shut up Sam. Anyways, they found a young girl, shivering on the road. Helpless, hopeless, and perfect for manipulation. She didn’t know the hell she was being dragged into when Hydra operatives took her in to ‘help’.”

The Winter Soldier sat in the corner of the room, shaking away memories. Memories meant the chair. The chair meant- BANG. The door opened revealing a scientist with a few agents dragging in the limp body of a young girl.

“Soldier, meet your new roommate. She says her name is Y/n. Tomorrow she starts her…training. Help her get comfortable until then.” The scientist and the agents left the room, door slamming shut. The girl jumped at the loud noise, quickly crawling to the opposite side of the room. Farthest from Buc- The Winter Soldier. He cocked his head to the side, examining the damp curls stuck to her forehead, snow still lingering on her clothes. Her eyes locked on his metal arm. Instead of fear, like he anticipated, her eyes filled with wonder and fascination. She scrambled to his side, hand reaching out to touch the arm before catching herself.

“It’s alright.” His voice shocked her. She was expecting something intimidating, something that would make her panic with just one syllable. But his voice reminded her of her father. Deep, but comforting. Brotherly, almost. Her small hand traced the metal, before retreating.

“Are they going to give me one?” Fear now found its way into her eyes. The Soldier laughed.

“No.”

After their first interaction, the girl was taken in the morning. Her screams woke Barnes up. When she was taken back to the shared cell, a scientist accompanied her. His face was filled with awe. He looked at the Soldier.

“Her genetics, they’re incredible. She still needs to be broken in of course, but once she is,” the scientist's face filled with glee, “You’ll have competition, Soldier.”

Y/n and the Soldier grew closer after this. Both finding family in the darkest of times. After successful missions, which were all of them, Y/n would braid his hair with trembling hands.

“Do you like killing them?” she asked him. His body would stiffen before relaxing.

“No. But I can’t control it. They control me.” Y/n would stop braiding before coming to stand in front of Bucky. She would hug him. But soon the Soldier learned what the scientist meant by ‘breaking her in’. His mission went wrong. The target got away. When the Winter Soldier made it back to base, they had her. Forcing him to watch, they used every tactic available to make her scream. He watched as the girl he grew to love as a sister was torn apart just to be put back together again.

Every time he failed, he knew the consequences. Since he failed to spill the blood of his target, her blood would paint the ground. She never blamed him though, he always tended to her wounds afterward. He always came back.

“After the collapse of Shieldra - stop snickering Sam - I was confused. Lost. By the time the Accords situation happened, I was finally able to find her. I was going to start looking when Steve came barreling into my life again. In the end, when I was put into cryosleep, I thought that when the triggers were out of my head, it would be safer for me to find her. But when I woke up, another war was given for me to fight and after the Blip, after we all returned, I haven’t been able to find her,” Bucky shook his head, looking to the side, “I could’ve sworn I saw her in the final battle against Thanos but it must’ve been my imagination because once I saw her, she disappeared.” Sam scratched his chin, thinking hard. When the session was over, the Falcon waited until Bucky was in their call, motioning to him he needed to use the bathroom. Once inside he made a few calls.

“Sharon, do you still have less-than-legal contacts? Yeah? I’m looking for someone, I only have a name and a vague background. Y/n, one of Hydra’s experiments. Okay, I await your call.” He hung up and made his way to the car with Bucky. Once they were at Bucky’s apartment, they both lingered in the car.

“So, uh, do you want to come in?” Bucky offered, a seemingly unnoticeable blush on his cheeks and neck. Sam nodded a little too quickly,

“Yeah, sure-” his phone buzzed. Bucky got out of the car, Sam followed him up into the complex, scrolling through files sent to him from a secure ‘anonymous’ number. Bucky started talking, his words unnoticable in Sam’s ears.

“So anyways, that’s why I don’t let racoons in anymore-”

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s serious voice halted Bucky’s ramblings, “I found her.” Bucky’s brows furrowed.

“What-”

“Y/n. Your…sister. I know where she is.” Sam sat on the couch, Bucky quickly following him taking the phone Sam handed to him.

“She’s in New Jersey, a town called Westview.”

#bucky x reader #bucky x sister!reader #bucky x fem!reader #bucky x sam #winter soldier #falcon #can we agree that steves ending sucked?#like oh great you get to dance with the woman who had grown past being your love interest #marvel #my writing #this is terrible sorry #sam x reader

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x-childish-x · 3 years ago

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BYE IM SJCN A KURT PETER READER POLY RELATIONSHIP SIMP !! HI-

Can I request again? If not, u can ignore this but poly kurtpeter x reader headcanons g/n reader !

With a reader who always has a smile on her face ? But then one day, they come back to kurt and Peter's dorm and they completely crumble in their boys' arms whimpering about how lonely they were before they met kurt and peter, and before passing out, they tell the boys " I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

Then they wake up and just hold peter and Kurt's hand ( one hand for peter and one for kurt bc we're fair like that !!) And say " I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky. " In the most serious yet loving way possible

I'm such a hopeless romantic ngl

Breaking Down Headcannons

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x gn!reader x Peter Maximoff

Fandom: X-Men

Warnings: poly relationship, gender neutral reader, crying, sadness

Word Count: 505

A/N: Hello again love! Yes ofc, you're welcome to request as many times as you want. Sorry it took me so long to do this! Thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy and that it's what you wanted. Feedback is always welcome and encouraged! Liebe translates to love in German (I believe).

Summary: Headcannons about you breaking down in front of the boys due to a fear of loneliness.

(gif not mine!)

Always smiling was your default. It was how you always were.

And it wasn't necessarily because you felt the need to look happy but because you liked seeing how others got happy seeing you smile at them.

Your constant smile was something Kurt and Peter loved immensely about you, your kind smile being spread amongst humans and mutants both, lighting up every room you walked into.

That's why they were so incredibly shocked and confused when you came to their room, tears streaming down your cheeks and soft whimpers leaving your mouth.

Kurt would immediately panic, "Love, what's wrong? What happened? How can we help?"

Peter would be overly concerned about protecting you, "Who did this? Who do I need to kill? What happened. Tallk to us, honey. We need to make sure they pay."

You simply crumble.

"I just love you boys so much. I just... I'm so lucky. I was so lonely before I met you guys. I hated being lonely. Thank you for not making me lonely again."

The boys would immediately melt, Kurt teleporting you to bed while Peter sped over to join as you continued mumbling.

They each got on one side of you, cuddling you and trying to calm you down. It was nearly impossible, though. You were so worked up and hell-bent on making the boys understand just how much they meant to you that you were quickly tiring yourself out.

Your eyes eventually drifted shut as you rambled on. The boys decided it was best to let you get it out. They could question you later about what had evoked those emotions to come out.

"I promise," You whispered, "I'll become a better person. Just for you two."

After your sixth hour of being asleep, Peter mentioned that maybe it was literal exhaustion that had caused you to be so emotional.

You'd awoken not too much later, eyes fluttering and focusing on Peter in front of you, making you quickly turn to make sure Kurt was behind you, making you smile.

Silently and wordlessly, you held onto one of Peter's hands and one of Kurt's hands in each of your own, smiling at the feeling of your boys.

"I'm so for scaring you. I just got overwhelmed with that fear of being alone again."

"We're always here for you, Liebe. Never worry about being alone," Kurt responded softly, kissing your temple.

Peter smiled and nodded, "Always."

You cleared your throat and took a deep breath. You loved these boys more than you would ever be able to describe, and you just hoped that one day you would be able to repay them for everything they'd done for you. Slowly and softly, making sure that you said each word seriously and full of love, you spoke to your boys, "I meant what I said. I'd crown your heads with the stars I plucked from the sky if I could. I love you both so much."

Let's just say many happy tears were shed amongst the three of you.

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success-and-corruption · 3 years ago

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Gauze Album Review

Because some people want my thoughts on DEG albums I will be reviewing them so I figure I would start with their first full-length one. Please leave a comment on your thoughts on this album and my review.

Track 1: Gauze -mode of adam- (it's actually GARZE -mode of adam-)

This track is okay for what it is. It starts out very dark with circus music but then it becomes fast and hectic. Altogether I don't think it really sets the tone for the rest of the album.

Track 2: Schwein no Isu

Chair of the pig. This track definitely fits with Gauze in my opinion. I really like the opening guitar riff and the bass complements it very well. The German matches the track numbers on the back of the album which I appreciate. My boy Die wrote the music for this song so that's always a plus. I also always love some gang vocals. "Geist seele wille zelle, geist seele wille zelle"

Track 3: Yurameki

Now this song really cements the fact that Gauze is a VK album. Written by Shinya this one perfectly captures that early DEG sound. It's also nice to hear Kyo's clean vocals throughout the entire song. The instruments all work well together as well and I don't think there's much awkwardness with the transitions in this song. Yurameki is one of my favorite songs on the album.

Track 4: raison detre

First we had German and now we have French. Raison detre (or more properly Raison D'être which means reason to be) is a fun track and one I used to know how to play on the bass. The electronic beat and the sound of the guitars get me so pumped despite the... less than positive lyrics. A+ guitar solo.

Track 5: 304 -Goshitsu, Hakushi no Sakura

This song is good in that it's very different from the other tracks on the album. It's dark and Die plays acoustic in this one which is typically associated with a more calm style but this song is fast paced and the music video for it is beautiful visually but the way that the members portray mental illness is not really that accurate. Additionally I think that vocally this is one of Kyo's weakest work on the album.

Track 6: Cage

I actually do know how to play this on the bass and in fact it was one of the first songs I learned when I picked up the instrument. It's also I think one of the few songs that doesn't have the bass in standard tuning, instead it's in drop D. Cage starts out with a calming music box playing the melody of the chorus and then it quickly transitions to a faster tempo with a killer bassline with a bass solo throw into the mix. We all know it. We all love it. This song is very fun even though Kyo sings about a person being abused by their mother and in turn abuses their girlfriend. The transitions could have been a bit smoother in my opinion. It's still a great song to listen to and play on the bass.

Track 7: Tsumi to Batsu

I really don’t like this song very much. The guitars are boring and too repetitious and although I don’t expect anything different from Kyo lyrically (meaning I don't expect any happy lyrics) but these lyrics just don’t do it for me. It's an okay song for what it is but it's definitely one of my least favorite DEG songs in general. I much prefer the remake.

Track 8: Mazohyst of Decadence

This song is surpisingly one of my favorites on the album and another song I know on the bass (but really the bass is super simple in this one). As most people most likely know the lyrics are from the viewpoint of a fetus being aborted. I will not be getting into the abortion debate for obvious but everything in this song just works. The guitars in the beginning, the baby going from laughing to crying, Kyo’s vocals during the chorus. The ambiance and slow tempo really work to paint a very hopeless landscape and that tone setting is what I think DEG does best with their longer songs.

Track 9: Yokan

BOP ALERT. This song definitely deliberately placed after Mazohyst to cheer the listeners up. Yokan is a song in which the instrumentals don’t match the lyrics. The guitars, bass, and drums all paint a bubbly and energetic picture while Kyo sings about a guy no longer loving his girlfriend and mistreating her because he no longer loves her. The lyrics are a very stark contrast from the instrumental part of the song but that's DEG for you. Like Yurameki I think this song is a great way to showcase that VK sound. Didn’t the Yokan single get released like a week before Gauze? Weird.

Track 10: Mask

“While its members have promised us peace, they have led us to war heedless of the platform upon which they were elected.”

This was a snippet from Charles Lindbergh in his Des Moines speech in 1941 in which he blames the British, Jewish people, and the Roosevelt administration for leading the USA into WW II. BIG yikes. I think this song is about how people shouldn’t just follow orders for the sake of following orders which was the central theme of the Nuremberg Trials in which the Nazis were being tried as war criminals. Or maybe it's just about a corrupt government? Sorry for the history lesson but I felt that the context was important to understand the song. On to the musicality of the song: this song took awhile to grow on me because it seemed kind of messy and like I couldn't ever catch a break. It just keeps going... but eventually I learned to appreciate it for what it is. Again not really my favorite song but it's also not a song I think about very much.

Track 11: Zan

Kyo’s breathing and laughing set the stage for this song. The song itself is rather jarring and in my opinion a bit hard to listen to. I much prefer the remake but this is not a bad song. Not really much to say about this one other than it's definitely the heaviest track on the entire album.

Track 12: Akuro no Oka

What a song. I really love all of it and I also know how to play this on the bass minus the solo. This song feels like a story in music form and I love Kaoru’s hat in the music video for it. The wind sound Die's acoustic strumming opens the song and continues throughout the song as Kaoru, Toshiya, and Shinya play. When I listen to it I can feel the gloominess and sadness that this song portrays through the instruments and Kyo's vocals. This song was written in A minor I think so it makes sense that it would sound sad. Kaoru's guitar solo is melancholy and Toshiya's bass solo provokes some sort of emotioanl response from me. I think it’s a perfect way to end this album.

Track 13 (?): Gauze -mode of eve-

This is technically part of Akuro no Oka but it’s definitely different. Not much to say. It’s spooky and Kyo counts down in English.

Bonus time!

Of course I have the limited edition

Bonus track 1: I’ll (single version)

I have this single as well and I like how it’s the same size as a Gamecube game disk. With that out of the way, I think this song really doesn’t fit with the overall mood of the album but the bassline sure is catchy.

Bonus track 2: Jealous (single version)

This song fits the mood of the album more, but not quite. I also have this single. I haven’t listened to this song in a long time so I don’t really have much to say. Sorry.

Overall this is a very promising first full-length album and a great introduction to early DEG and their past VK style. In general I enjoy their heavier stuff but this album is just a good time all around. I rate it 8/10 because some of the songs just don’t do it for me.

That’s it! My first ever album review. I want to hear your thoughts because I’m sure many people will disagree with me.

#dir en grey #gauze #album review #please comment your thoughts

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nordens-lejon · 3 years ago

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Pervitin and Skis

Sufin oneshot I wrote last night.

During WW2, Timo finds himself in the hospital after an accident. Berwald comes to visit him. Based on a true story.

7 April 1944

Timo had never imagined he’d be grateful to find himself in a hospital. But then again, he’d never expected to find himself spending a week in a snow-filled ditch with one calf reduced to mincemeat. A lumpy hospital bed felt like heaven compared to that. The bed was warm and clean, and he could sleep as much as he wanted. The nurses fed him spoonfuls of broth and mashed potatoes. Small portions, so as not to upset his stomach after two weeks without proper food.

The hospital had given Timo a private room, which had annoyed him at first. He’d been fighting with the other soldiers, so sure it was only fair that he got the same treatment as the humans in the military ward. The doctors said it was an attempt to keep the gossip down, and on some level, Timo understood that. The personification of Finland injured and hospitalized? Oh, the Soviets would have a propaganda field day with that.

Someone knocked. That was odd -- the doctors and nurses were coming in whether he liked it or not. Timo thought it might be the timid new orderly, but it was a tall, thin man in an ill-fitting gray suit, messenger bag at his side. A sickly-looking mustache perched on his upper lip.

“Sve!” Timo tried to sit up, but he got nowhere and it only made his stitches hurt. Sure, Berwald was dressed like he’d lost all vestige of fashion sense, but it was him nonetheless. “Oh, I must look horrid, but I never thought…”

“Shhhhh.” It came out as a sharp hiss, but Berwald quietly crossed the room and pulled a chair to the bedside.

“How did you get in?” Timo whispered. He held out a hand, and Berwald immediately took it. “They don’t want anyone to know I’m here. And aren’t you still technically neutral in the war? What if the Soviets find out that you visited? It’ll look like you’re taking sides.”

“The Soviets won’t find out.” Berwald ran his thumb over the back of Timo’s hand. “I set a trail. They think I’m in Malmo. As for the Finns,” he pulled out a badge and a bundle of documents, “I got papers. They think your boss sent me.” The print of the badge was just big enough for Timo to catch the words Director of Cadaver Gynecology.

“So that’s why you grew this.” Timo wiggled his hand free and reached for the mustache.

“Yeah.” Berwald gently pushed Timo back against the pillows with one big hand.

“It’s hideous. I hate it.”

“Sorry.”

“You needed a disguise, I get that, but holy Martin Luther, please shave that thing as soon as you can and never grow it out again. Maybe you should get a wig next time, because with that thing on your face, I can almost imagine myself turning down a kiss. Almost. Just maybe.”

Berwald’s eye sparkled and he pressed a kiss to Timo’s knuckles.

“Oh, you sap. You’re hopeless.” Timo chuckled in spite of himself.

“I am.”

“Of course you are. So you found out I’m here. Something must’ve leaked. What did you hear? They told me they don’t want the story to blow up. There’s the Soviets, and besides, it could hurt national morale.”

Berwald blinked. “They didn’t tell you? It’s been in the papers.”

“The papers?” Timo felt his stomach drop, and he slumped a little. Oh, if this hurt the Finnish war effort, he’d never live it down. “Perkele. What did they say?”

“That you were with your combat unit in Saami territory. On skis. And you took thirty doses of Pervitin.”

“It was an accident!” The words came out louder than anticipated. Berwald would believe him, of course, but he still felt some urge to defend his honor to the universe. “I’d never even taken Pervitin before!” He’d always been wary of those German-made pep pills. Chemists said they contained methamphetamine. “I only took it because I was so tired I was on the verge of passing out. There were Soviets on our tail! And I meant to take one, not thirty. I’d like to see you-- or anyone -- get one pill out of those tiny little tubes while wearing mittens. So I tried to, y’know, just pour one into my mouth.”

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Berwald reached forward and began stroking Timo’s hair.

“And I just, before I knew it, I’d downed the whole tube.” Timo swallowed and took a minute to take a deep breath and enjoy Berwald’s touch. It reminded him of easier, happier times. “Sorry. But please, don’t stop.”

“Mmm. I won’t. But go on.”

“Go on?”

“What happened next?”

“Oh.” Timo paused. “Well, I… I don’t remember much of it. It felt amazing, at first. Ecstatic. Like I’d been born a new man, with more energy than I’d ever had in my life. And then, it got to be too much, I started shaking. I thought I’d blacked out, but it turned out that I’d just kept skiing. I, I think I crashed through a Soviet camp, and they shot at me, but the doctors didn’t find any bullet wounds. Maybe I hallucinated it. But then, I came to my senses, or really, I came down enough to realize that I’d completely lost my unit, and I was all alone in the snowy forest. But there was so much energy in me that I felt compelled to keep going. To find someone. Anyone.”

Berwald’s brow furrowed. “How long had it been at that point?”

Timo shrugged. “I don’t know. A few days.”

“Did you stop to eat or sleep?”

“Sleep. I doubt it. Eat, no. I lost my supply pack.”

“No wonder you’re so thin.” Berwald ran a thumb along Timo’s cheekbones, which had never been visible before. “I don’t like it.”

“Not planning on staying this way, don’t you worry.” Timo managed a smile. He didn’t want to add that his once-portly body weighed only forty-one kilograms upon admission to hospital. That number would only make Berwald worry -- he was too fond of seeing Timo pampered and plump. “Anyway, not too long after that, I stepped on a landmine.”

“A landmine?”

“Yeah.” Timo gestured to his elevated right leg. The cast covered a mess of stitches and surgical pins. “The blast threw me right off my feet, blew out one of my eardrums, and my legs was, well, I remember this awful mess of blood and bone.”

“Christ almighty.”

“Yeah...I guess. I was still so high that I didn’t feel any pain, at least not at first. But I remember lying there in a ditch with my ears ringing. And I thought that this must be the end of my journey. Some hours passed, and nothing happened. So I figured I might live long enough for someone to find me, so I crawled to this sort of, well, dugout, and waited some more. And nobody came. Eventually, the Pervitin wore off enough that I could feel hunger. I could drag myself to a pine tree and I ate some pine buds. A jay landed on my hand, so I ate that too. I ate snow. Sorry,” he added, seeing the horrified look on Berwald’s face.

“Don’t be sorry. I want to know.” There was a pause “And I want to take you home right now and take care of you forever,” Berwald was flushing, as if he’d already said more than he’d intended, “but that, that’s beside the point.”

That was more than enough to warm Timo’s heart. “Maybe you can, if your disguise holds. I don’t think they’re going to let me back to the front.” Inherently, he was ashamed of that. Going back before the end of the war felt like quitting on his people. “There’s talk about sending me to Helsinki. I’m going to need crutches for a while. And physical therapy. But if you can keep up as Director of Cadaver Gynecology, maybe you can stay with me. At least for a little while.”

“Yes, maybe.” Berwald swallowed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

The prospect of Berwald in Helsinki might not take away the shame, Timo realized, but it did make the thought of a long convalescence a lot more bearable. “Thanks, big guy.” Almost suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over him. This talking was the most exertion he’d done since he’d been admitted.

“It’s nothing,” Berwald said. Another small pause. “You didn’t finish.”

“Finish what?”

“The story. You stopped with eating snow in a ditch.”

“Oh, right.” Timo fought back a yawn. “I walked.”

“You what?”

“Walked. One night, I could see light through the trees, and I don’t know, I guess I was desperate enough that I got up and dragged myself over to them.”

“With your leg like…” Berwald pointed.

“Well, of course. But I made it to their camp, and I was so beat up, that I think I scared them, the poor humans. They called for an ambulance, and they brought me here.” And that,” this time, Timo couldn’t hold back the yawn, “is how I got myself into this whole embarrassing mess.”

“Embarrassing? Never mind, I should let you sleep.”

“Wait, don’t go!” Timo took Berwald’s wrist. “Not just yet. A few more minutes. And yes, of course it’s embarrassing. All this trouble because I couldn’t pick up a pill.”

Berwald set his jaw and kept silent for a moment. “I can’t say how you should feel, but the story’s earned your people’s admiration”

“Wait, what?” This was so surprising, Timo almost forgot how sick and tired he was. “What do you mean, admiration?”

“You’re still here, aren’t you? Yes, you made a mistake, but you’re still here. Thirty doses of Pervitin and two weeks in the woods would’ve killed lesser men. Men who aren’t as tough as Finns. I mean,” Berwald reached down for his messenger bag. “Plenty of your people have sent you cards and letters. Wishing you well, I’m guessing. Haven’t opened any.”

“Those are letters? What? Where did you get those?” Timo watched as Berwald opened the bag, revealing a heap of envelopes.

“Your public PO box. In Helsinki.”

“Right, forgot I gave you a spare key.” The envelopes were mostly white, with occasional blue and pink mixed in. And there were so many of them. Maybe some of them were admonishing him for his stupidity and carelessness, but if even a few were wishing him an easy recovery, well, it was a small consolation, but he felt better. “Do you think you can open one? Read one to me? Do you remember your Finnish?”

“Of course I remember Finnish.” Berwald cupped Timo’s cheek, then picked an envelope from the top of the pile and tore it open. Inside was a generic get-well card with a picture of teddy bear, but somehow, the mass-produced kitsch made it charming. “How ‘bout you get some rest? I’ll read while you settle down to sleep.”

Oh, wasn’t that right in the money. Timo sank back against the pillows and closed heavy eyelids. Lumpy hospital bed heaven was even better with Berwald by his side.

“Dear Mr. Finland,” Berwald began, “I was shocked to hear news of your accident, but I must say that I have never heard a more remarkable story of survival. That’s truly the Finnish spirit, isn’t it? Carrying on and making do in spite of the odds. You’ve reminded me of...”

Berwald’s voice was lovely and soothing, but that was all he heard before sleep claimed him, heavy, comfortable, and reassuring.

Closing notes: For anyone who’s unfamiliar, Pervitin was an methamphetamine-based performance-enhancing drug that was developed by the Germans, who proceeded to give it out to their troops like it was candy. Timo’s story here is based on that of Aimo Koivunen, a Finnish soldier who accidentally took 30 doses of Pervitin, spent two weeks in the woods, stepped on a landmine and lived to tell the tale. He made a full recovery and lived to the age of 72. You can read Koivunen’s story in his own words here.

#engelska #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia sweden #hetalia finland #hetalia sufin #hws sufin

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solarwindswriting · 4 years ago

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Oh, The Places You’ll Go

Chapter 6

First Chapter / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Loosely inspired by the song Greek Tragedy by the Wombats

Pairing: Scotty x FemalePresenting!Reader

Word Count: 1802

Summary: Y/n and Scotty get to know each other better over a late night cup of tea.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: I mentioned it in a separate post, but something came up recently that has taken my will to write fluff like this right out of me. So sorry, but since this is the last prewritten part I have, I’m going to take a bit of a break. Thank you guys for understanding!

Tags: @mournthewicked @damalseer

Scotty had finished his prep for the away mission after his break with Y/n, Sara, and Keenser. That was the first time in about 10 years since he’s danced, let alone with someone else. It took him twice as long to finish preparing as he got lost in his thoughts. How Y/n’s hands held so tight to his, or how her hips swayed to the music, or how laughter fell from her lips like the song of fairies on the Scottish hillside. Scotty shook his head as he walked into the mess hall. Grabbing a tray, he looked around the room to see who was there. He saw Y/n sitting with a group of the younger crew, he’d hate to be the oldest one sitting there. He finally saw Spock and Bones eating at a table in the corner. On his way, he hears Y/n say something rather enthusiastically.

“Fine! Yes, I like Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott in an unprofessional way.” she laughs.

He makes eye contact with Sara who was facing him, Y/n soon turning to see him as well. Y/n jumps up and leaves before he can say anything. Sara follows her soon after stopping in front of him.

Sara’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times, trying to find the right words. “If what I saw earlier is true, you need to tell her.”

His brow still stitched together, he sits with Bones and Spock.

“Oh, good. Someone who can settle this debate...” Bones starts.

Scotty mindlessly eats his food as the two commanders continue to debate about whether a certain civilization is ready for the first contact or not. He finishes his food about 30 minutes later, getting up to leave.

“Woah, Scotty, you’re not even going to add a story about your grandmother?” Bones asks.

“Ah, not tonight, gotta prepare for tomorrow,” he lies, leaving the mess hall without another word.

Scotty goes to deck 5 to go to bed. But before he realized it, he’s knocking on someone's door.

***

Y/n opens the door, shocked to see Scotty standing there, bright red cheeks and all.

“Um, can I help you?” Y/n squeaks out, pulling the robe tightly around her body.

“Ay, lassie, can I come in?” He asks with a slight cough coming up.

“It’s sort of late, shouldn’t you be in bed?” She starts. “We have a pretty big mission tomorrow, after all.”

“ I couldn’t help but overhear what you said in the mess hall and thought I ought to come to talk to you,” Scotty almost whispers, looking at the ground.

“No need. I know you don’t feel that same. I’m fine with leaving it at that. Have a goodnight, Lieutenant Commander.” Y/n steps back to close the door, when Scotty sticks out his foot, preventing it from doing so.

“Lassie, will you just listen for just a minute?” He looks at her in the eyes finally.

She steps to the side, lifting her arm, motioning for him to come in. He looks around her personal quarters. Shelves littered with nick nacks from all over the galaxy, and books with worn spines in languages he couldn’t recognize.

“Can I get you anything? Tea? A beer?” She asks, walking to her replicator.

“Tea sounds nice,” he mutters, looking around still.

On the wall hung four certificates; two bachelors in biology and physics, certification in the handling of hazardous material, and training for command of a ship. He walks up to the mall table with two chairs and takes a seat. On the table sat a bowl of fruit and a framed photo of younger-looking y/n, and Sara, an older woman that looks shockingly like Y/n except with completely black iris’, and a dog at what looks like a fair.

Y/n sets a mug in front of Scotty, and peers at the photo. Scotty notices how her hand shakes as she sets down the mug.

“That was from my first year in the academy, back when I thought I was going to be a captain of my very own starship,” Y/n hums to herself, shaking her head side to side softly, taking a seat across from Scotty. “So, go ahead, you have a minute.”

“You have a dog?” Scotty procrastinates the topic as long as he can.

“Yeah, he belongs to my mom. Full bred German Shepard. Why she insisted he be full-bred, I’ll never know. He’s the dumbest creature in all the galaxy though.” She pauses before continuing, “You’re deflecting.”

Scotty takes a deep breath and sips from his mug before starting. “Now, lassie, I’ve been doing this job a very long time. And I threw myself even deeper into it once I thought I’d never find someone to spend my spare time with. I even tried a few times, getting out there and doing the whole dating thing. With this line of work though, there were times when I simply couldn’t be there like I should have been and I hurt those I care deeply about. But I’ve got to be honest with ye, I canne stop thinking about you. And I truly thought myself selfish. You’re so much younger than me, you see. I assumed you’d never think the same of me, some old man who works in engineering. But then we started to have tea most evenings, and I let myself lean into getting to know you, which just made things worse for me.” Scotty chuckles, sipping from the mug, looking anywhere but Y/n.

Y/n noted how his words became thicker with his accent the longer we went on and how he said that all in seemingly one breath. She didn’t know how to respond, that was the last thing she had expected him to say. So she stayed silent, sipping from her mug, waiting to see if he had anything left to say.

“Wait, you were training to become a captain? Well, that explains the odd Starfleet insignia you wear.” Scotty chuckles looking at the woman he was pretending he didn’t just admit his feelings to.

Y/n looks at him confused, shaken by his sudden shift in demeanor and topic.

“I um, yes. But I don’t see how that pertains to what we’re talking about,” she looks at him, head tilting and eyebrows stitching together.

Y/n, quite frankly, didn’t know what to say. She just looks at him for a good long while.

“Should I go, lassie?” Scotty starts to stand up.

Y/n stands, letting go of her death grip on her robe, and grabs his hand.

“You’re much better with words than I am, Montgomery. And I think you think I’m much younger than I am,” her words come out rushed, almost as quickly as her heart is beating.

“How old are you?” Not until now does he realize he never found out her age.

“I’m 29,” she chuckles.

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed a day over 24,” Scotty speaks, almost shocked.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Y/n chuckles out before looking up at him with hope filled eyes. “Does that mean you’ll stay and finish your tea?”

Scotty smiles and sits back down, “I’ll stay as long as you’d like, Y/n.”

“I think that unwise, Lieutenant Commander. We do still have a mission to attend to tomorrow.” She chuckles out, sitting back down, herself.

Only now did Scotty notice her robe had fallen open to reveal a strawberry speckled nightie. Shifting slightly in his seat, he averts his gaze, sipping from his cup, and notices something interesting in the photo.

“Oh! I’m sorry, should I go change?” Y/n asks, slightly uncomfortably.

“No, no, it’s fine, lass.” He hums, reaching for the photo to take a closer look.

He squints at the ruby ring on Y/n’s left hand in the photo.

“Were you once married, Y/n?” Scotty asks inquiringly.

Y/n chokes on her tea, coughing to catch her breath. That’s not a question someone had asked her in a long time.

“Um, almost,” she coughs, still clearing out her throat.

“What happened?” He looks to his right, so he can make eye contact with her.

“She, um, wasn’t a very good person and I wasn’t doing great when I was with her. Took me almost getting married and dozens of people telling us we were too young to finally realize it though.” Y/n sighs, finishing her tea and placing the mug in the little sink.

“Ah, I see,” Scotty responds, setting the picture down. “Sorry, for asking.”

“No, it’s fine. I should expect people to ask when I have a photo of me wearing an engagement ring for everyone to see.” She says, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Scotty stands up with his mug, walking to one of the shelves filled with books, and scans the spines. He likes to think of himself as a reader, but he never reads things in different languages. He barely knew other earth languages, not to mention any alien ones. Sure, he picked up a few phrases, but that was it. He notices how many series of books there were among the singles. He reaches for a thin book that was in English as he sips his tea. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin. He looks over his shoulder as Y/n, eyebrow raised. Y/n was now leaned up against the wall her bed was propped against, legs crossed, robe discarded, and blanket on her lap.

“Isn’t this book for young girls and hopeless romantics?” Scotty questions, sliding the book back into its place on the shelf.

“Until a few moments ago, you thought I was both,” she chuckles.

Scotty finished his tea, placing the mug into the sink like Y/n had done just a minute before.

“I should probably leave. We have a big day tomorrow lassie.” Scotty turns to Y/n.

Y/n stands and follows Scotty to the door. He turns around before opening the door and sees she didn’t put her robe back on. He willed himself to look at only her face. She leaned in, placing her hands on his shoulder, and kiss’ him on the cheek. Before she can pull away, he gently places his hand on her lower back, pulling her in for a kiss on the lips.

Time seems to stop for only a moment. The only thing in the galaxy that mattered to him was her in this moment. Y/n, with her soft lips, her silky nighty, and her soft grip on his shoulders. The moment ended just as quickly as it had started.

“Goodnight, lassie,” He smiles, still holding her close.

“Goodnight, Monty,” Y/n breaths out before stepping away from him.

I made a Spotify playlist to go along with the story since I use music a good bit. There will be music from unpublished chapters though. So listen at your own risk.

#scotty x reader #montgomery scott x reader #montgomery scott aos #montgomery scott imagine #star trek aos #solarwindswriting

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kitaychan · 3 years ago

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We need to talk.

Summary: After a breakup, Ivan realizes his life was not as fullfilling as he had thought. Reaching out to old friends might prove to be a slow task with interesting outcomes.

Chapter preview: Ivan turned around only to meet the cashier's backhand with his cheek. Blinking rapidly he heard Feliciano's apologies, the poor guy was quivering in fear, the brunette glanced down before questioning. "Is it your pet, sir?"

Ivan sighed and nodded.

"Perhaps you could place some cat treats around your home, that may help... uhh Boris? To find the way back."

Ivan felt Alfred patting him in the back, snickering softly, the American smiled at the cashier. "That was a good way of snapping or should I say slapping? him back to reality."

Chapter 4: Laughter

"Sir, can I tell you something?"

Ivan glanced at the cashier, he was a brunette with short hair, Ivan always wondered how the guy managed to stick out that strange curl of hair, looking at it reminded him of Alfred’s attempts at taming his cowlick.

Ivan chuckled at the thought and nodded at the man.

He had a slight trace of an accent in his voice, Ivan couldn't figure the cause of it just yet, or perhaps he hadn't paid too much attention.

The small badge in the cashier's uniform gave out his name "Feliciano" alongside the badge was a tiny tag of a German flag. That sent Ivan a wave of frustration, the accent wasn't german, he was sure of it.

Feliciano was talking to him but Ivan couldn't focus on his words, he was busy trying not to get hit by the guy’s hands. He had seen it before, when “Feliciano” was talking excitedly with other customers, he would usually move his hands widely as the speed of his speech increased, making it hard to understand his words. Which was exactly what was happening right now, Ivan had lost track of the guy’s words and now he was talking about a recipe of pasta.

Ivan glanced around, looking for some help from Alfred.

The prospect of going grocery shopping this morning wasn't as dreadful as the night before thanks to the American.

Alfred’s frame could be seen in the entrance, he was asking if he could put the missing cat paper in the front door. Ivan had advised him not to, seeing the place would get too much attention and he didn't want all of the neighborhood to have his number but the American did so anyways.

Ivan turned around only to meet the cashier's backhand with his cheek. Blinking rapidly he heard Feliciano's apologies, the poor guy was quivering in fear, the brunette glanced down before questioning. "Is it your pet, sir?"

Ivan sighed and nodded.

"Perhaps you could place some cat treats around your home, that may help... uhh Boris? To find the way back."

Ivan felt Alfred patting him in the back, snickering softly, the American smiled at the cashier. "That was a good way of snapping or should I say slapping? him back to reality."

Feliciano faltered starting a string of apologies.

Alfred laughed. "It's fine dude, I'm sure Ivan didn't mind, but the treats are such a good idea, thanks, man. I'll get them and you can keep with your good work."

Having Alfred around was a blessing, he could get out of awkward situations so easily.

Once they were out of the store Alfred burst out laughing. "I can't believe he slapped you."

"It was an accident," Ivan said softly, he looked down at the small bag of cat treats, the picture of a fluffy cat with his mouth open while a rain of fish snacks was falling, caught his attention.

Sighing he observed the American climbing back into the car, he looked excited, like a child that has been finally allowed to seat at the front.

Taking the driver seat, Ivan wondered if the american’s excitement was directed to him, the car or the situation. Pushing away those thoughts, the Russian figured that Alfred was happy to visit his brother, he was driving him to Matthew's house after all.

Alfred gave him a light punch in the arm. “Are you ok? You are zoning out a lot.”

“I'm sorry.”

Alfred took out his phone, typing a message and smiling back at the Russian. “Do you want to visit Matt with me?”

Ivan paused, glancing at Alfred’s bright smile and shook his head. “No, Alfred, thank you.”

Alfred whined, typing out something on his phone again and pressed. “Are you sure?”

The Russian’s eyes were fixed on the road. “Yes. You came on a family visit and I don't want to ruin that.”

“You won't ruin it. You are family.”

Ivan could see Matthew’s house from where they were, the neighborhood was something the Russian would describe as “cute”, some children were playing outside, an old lady walking his small dog, the facade of the house seemed like the perfect family house one would see in christmas movies. Ivan wondered how could Matthew pay for it all, Ivan was supposed to earn more than him.

Parking in front of the house, Ivan gave Alfred a small smile. “I don't think Matthew wants to see me, he is the one doing my work at the moment.”

The American mocked him. His face showing a fake sense of dread and indignation. “Oh man, he must be going nuts.”

Ivan chuckled at Alfred’s exaggerated gestures. “Probably, tell him that he can pass some of it to me if he wants.”

Alfred frowned. “No way, you are on vacation.”

“But-”

The American exited the car, stating sternly. “No buts, you won't work on your vacations and that's final.”

Ivan saw him greeting his brother in the entrance, Matthew waved at him and he returned the salute.

The way back seemed longer without Alfred’s chatting. A red light made him stop once again and Ivan swore that he was taking too long to arrive home. Ivan reached the bag of cat treats and inspected it, boredom siping through his being, he should have bought something to eat, or perhaps he should have accepted Alfred’s invitation, anything was better than waiting in a red light while reading the dietary contents of cat treats.

He opened the window, the day was sunny and a bit windy, he could hear the pedestrian’s chit chat, a small kid with his mother was eating ice cream, he smiled at the sight, remembering when Katya would take a walk with him after school when he was younger, Ivan’s smile faltered at the sound of an overly familiar laughter.

His head turning in the direction of the laughter, eyes searching for him out of habit. And there he was, crossing the street, walking hand by hand with someone he didn’t know, laughing and smiling warmly, carrying groceries and talking with whomever that was.

It was a matter of seconds, three minutes at best but for Ivan it was an eternity, to watch him pass in front of him, the other guy was shorter than Tolys, blonde, and was carrying a… what was that? a purse? a satchel? no, it’s too big for that, is that a cat carrier? was that Boris?

No, he must be confused, Bors was at home after Tolys left. Ivan shook his head and glanced up again, they were gone, well, not gone, they were on the other side of the street, walking further away.

They didn’t notice him. Why would they? they seemed so happy, one would usually ignore things or people when being happy, right? one would see only the bright side and the joyful expressions of the other, right?

They were happy, Tolys was happy, that’s what mattered. They were happy and Ivan was… he was fine, not happy but fine.

He resumed his way back Thinking about nothing and everything at the same time.

When he was finally inside of his apartment, a pulsing ache in his heart was oppressing him, and for the first time in years, he felt like letting himself cry. His body seemed to register the fact before he could think about it, his eyes watered and he started sobbing.

After a while, he calmed down, pondering between calling one of his sisters or Alfred, or just serving himself some vodka and going to sleep. He took out his phone, refusing to call right now, his voice would probably be shaky or he would end up crying again. He tried writing to Katya but refrained from it after some attempts, the situation seemed so stupid and yet, there he was feeling like a small hopeless child all over again.

Reaching the fridge seemed like an easier task.

Looking around the kitchen, he glanced at a sticky note placed in the fridge, its bright yellow looked strange in contrast with the dull colors of the kitchen.

Alfred’s scrappy handwriting made Ivan smile again. “No vodka, unless it is to celebrate something.” The note said.

Ivan took the note carefully, opened the fridge, looking at the full bottle with another sticky note “I’m serious” it read.

He stared for a second before noticing another sticky note, this time in a lunch container. “I know what you are thinking, Dumbass. Eat something.”

Ivan chuckled, taking out the container and the notes. Feeling lighter, he opened the food container, to see some chicken nuggets.

The Russian glanced at the nearest window, the day was still sunny and bright.

He sighed, he’d be fine.

#hetalia fanfiction #hws russia #hws america #hws north italy #hws fanfiction #my writing

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coffeebeannate · 4 years ago

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Nate Watches Things: A Saga

Or in this case, one thing. One thing that was far too long of a thing, but such a bizarre venture that I felt rather compelled to put an actual review of said thing together.

Why? Because I can and because others HAVE to experience this..this journey. A nice lil journey called Die Pfeiler der Macht/ A Dangerous Fortune. And I watched it solely because Luca looks cute in Victorian clothes, and I was intrigued by the gifs.

Curiosity has always been such a great human motivator, eh?

And..guys. I just. I don’t know what the 3-4 hours (it’s two movies, and I took a couple days to watch it) WERE, exactly, but they were..a thing? I know that it’s based on a book by Ken Follett and that this production is German. Despite being based in England.

Oh, and Luca’s character Mickey Miranda, is uh, Spanish. Make of that what you will.

So the summary is this:

A shocking secret behind a young boys death leads to three generations of treachery in this breathtaking saga of love, power and revenge, set amid the wealth and decadence of Victorian England.

And no it does not do this thing justice whatsoever.

Review under the cut. It’s too long *again, two movies here*, and I took far too many screencaps of this absolute wtfery, and uh, it’s probably better suited for a real-time live blog but nah. You can have this instead.

Some images under the cut are NSFW because nefarious boning is a key point in this..thing.

SPOILERS. So many spoilers. This thing is a spoiler fest. The caps have a very obvious Luca bias, I know why we’re here everyone. Hehe. There’s also some triggering stuff in this thing, so be warned there too.

BEHOLD:

So, a point I want to make is that the costuming in this movie is LEGIT. If absolutely nothing else works? Note that the costuming absolutely does.

The opening credits are very nice, Luca’s very pretty, this cap serves purely to showcase that because I’m a very serious man doing a very serious review.

Pretty.

So the beginning is..confusing. We have a girl, Maisie Robinson. (Around 10-13 here?) Her father is very poor and it’s her and her two siblings. He works for a man who is part of our main characters, the Pilasters? and they run this bank. The head of the bank commits suicide, since they’re having financial troubles and he cannot repay his workers. He pens a note to his young son *under 12 at this point*, Hugh.

Hugh never finds out about this letter, but anyway. At the moment, it’s 1866. Maisie’s father was one of those employees. Destitute, he leaves Maisie to..raise her siblings, and goes to America.

We never hear from this man again.

Hugh goes to live with his aunt (Augusta/Augustina?), uncle Joseph, and cousins, Edward and Clara.

THEN IT’S 1877 (we jump ten years)

Maisie’s two siblings have died, and she has a daughter, Rachel now. Who is also dying. This movie is very keen on people dying. I’d also like to point out that there is like, endless plots all happening alongside one another, and it took me until mid-way into part two to even really grasp what the main plot is.

The movie has a LOT of bank talk as well. I cannot express this earnestly enough, there is SO MUCH bank chatter. SO MUCH. This thing does not have to be as long as it is but again, bank stuff.

Anyway, the one plot is that Maisie is from the poor area, she’s had a horrible life and has struggled from day one. She’s in a constant battle with Hugh, and they argue a lot. A lot. (They like each other, they met as kids, but they’re from very different worlds. Hugh has money, she doesn’t, but Hugh has suffered as well and basically it’s your normal class struggle social commentary thing).

Maisie and Hugh in 1866, as kids, after Maisie’s father left for America. This is the funeral for Hugh’s father. So that’s the theme I mean.

Anywho.

Back in 1877, this is Samuel *left*, Joseph *middle* and Edward. The Pilaster’s get marched into work like they’re freaking army Captain’s and not just rich ass bankers. Imagine saluting your CEO. At work. Outside of the military. WHERE IS THIS A THING? Maybe this was a thing in Victorian England I have no clue I’ve certainly never come across it in my studies. Ffs.

Anyway.

So while all this is going on, there’s this man that wants to marry Maisie.

And his name is,

(That’s Rachel, Maisie’s daughter). Anyway, Solly here loves Maisie and wants to marry her. But Maisie loves Hugh, and neither of them realize this yet. Solly is a himbo and we mostly like him, but stay tuned because that doesn’t stick. Sorta. Depends on how-

Nevermind I’ll just keep going.

ANYWAY, more plot.

Here’s Edward again, doing drugs, being gay, and overall..useless. Edward is..Edward is kind of like a person who would make an interesting wall decoration. Fun enough to look at, but utterly freaking hopeless, and useless, and so dumb. Just so dumb. This character is given the substance of ash fault. Kinda like, only vaguely solid enough to be entertaining. Kinda.

I don’t know guys, BUT LOOK!

It’s his good old pal Mickey! And he’s slapped Edward awake out of his drug coma (okay he grabs his face and shakes him rather than slapping but given how much slapping happens in the rest of this movie I think I can be forgiven) and he has PLOTS.

Mostly it’s his dads plot, but it’s a plot. A very devious scheme and he needs our favourite wallpapers assistance!

(Sorry Edward, but it’s true)

So keeping in mind that the ‘theme’ of this movie is bone-and-soul crushing sadness paired with periods of intense chaos and insanity that you never see coming, our plots continue to thicken.

What Mickey means here, is that Edward’s family denied Mickey’s father what he wanted *weapons deal*, and beat the crap out of Mickey in a carriage. But that’s fine that’s fine Mickey is not deterred! BECAUSE.

*sigh*

So.

OK.

This scene.

Remember what I said about how this movie goes from being incredibly boring to so off the walls bonkers without actually WARNING YOU that it is going to do this? Yeah.

Edward, you see, really does not ‘do’ women. He’s gay. He’s extremely gay. Edward’s mother wants him to marry Florence Stalworthy for idk rich people reasons.

So..Mickey. Uh. Mickey’s solution is..this.

What is this, you ask??

Fuck if I know.

Anyway, no, uhm. This is a brothel. So (not) pictured here (I can’t post the scene on tumblr guys we have a ban) is Edward on a couch across from mask-and-feathers MIckey and this tied down woman, with another woman who is not tied down. And this is Mickey..showing Edward..how to.have sex with women. Apparently. Sort of. His lesson falls very flat. It is not a good scene, Mickey’s ‘instructions’ get increasingly louder, and he at one point makes this noise that sounds like a Joker laugh.

It is...it’s something.

(Also note there’s some extremely uncomfortable, misogynistic name-calling on Mickey’s part here..so yeah).

Oh, and it doesn’t convince Edward. At all. IMAGINE.

Around all this time, the Hugh/Maisie/Solly plot is also ongoing. And that also encompasses bar fighting (bare knuckles boxing and wrestling I think? And gambling)

Hugh has gambling debt we’ll get back to this. (He’s also obsessed with getting Russian bonds into the bank, again, the banking plot losses me a LOT)

So meanwhile, Mickey meets up with Edward’s mother.

But why Edward’s mother, you ask??

Well. *sigh*. Something I didn’t mention earlier is that Mickey likes Ed’s mum. A lot. A lot a lot. Mickey wants to take that woman to town and then some, is a very basic way of me putting it and-

Fuck it. Mickey wants to bang Ed’s mum. BADLY.

(She’s not opposed either, at all)

So their little scheme here is that Ed’s mum wants Ed to take control of the bank, but with the father-in-law alive, that’s not going to happen. So they’re plotting to take down the next person in charge who would succeed said father in law, (Samuel) who is in a relationship with the secretary mentioned above, Michael.

Yes, another GODDAMNED PLOT.

(Samuel is fairly unpleasant like all of these people, so I don’t feel that bad for him. He also kinda treats Michael like garbage, and is called out for this by Joseph later in the movie)

So the scheme here is to get rid of the father-in-law, and get Ed married. Cake walk!

(Also, while ALL THIS is going on, Mickey’s got his own mini-plot about doing these things for his father, the weapons and stuff but we don’t actually find out about the main goal of that whole thing till the end, you’ll see)

Oh, and since we’ve not had a good dose of ‘WHAT THE FUCK’ lately, Solly proposes to Maisie with an honest-to-god Alice in Wonderland party.

Yeah.

Meet the Mad Hatter! He’s a guide, he says nothing. Other people are in costume too, but you know-I have enough caps as it is.

So anyway, Maisie and Solly get engaged, Maisie and Hugh meet up at some point and bang instead.

And while that’s happening, Edward is convinced by Mickey to marry Florence.

So he does.

Lookit this shit faced smug ass grin.

(Also ahead is Samuel again, and Hugh)

BUT THEN the bank finds out about Hugh’s gambling debts. So he leaves. Taking his cousin Clara (Edward’s teenage sister-at her insistence) to the USA. And just like Maisie’s dad, another man abandons her for the States.

So the father in law is still alive, so!

It’s murder time.

Perfect wedding time event yeah?

So Mickey murders the father-in-law. (He jumps on him, suffocates him with a pillow, gets caught by Augusta and then they do this..weird ‘tensely make the bed thing’)

Murdered.

And then, exactly five seconds or so later..

Nothing like some murder pre-boning with the dead guy two feet away amiright?

Anyway at this point I was just:

And yelling at my ceiling. Not pictured.

I was a Hannibal fan and I STILL went !?!?!?

END PART ONE.

Part two starts out in 1912, and then cuts back to 1882. So in this messy timeline, note it has been six years since part one. And Hugh is married now to Nora, an American singer, and Clara is older and pregnant. (Father is never determined, but he’s a married man and that’s why Clara didn’t stay)

SO the three of them are returning home. Maisie and Solly have a son, David, and Maisie is depressed and distant, so Solly is the one who spends all the time with David. He’s shown as a legit good dad and it’s quite cute watching them.

(The kids Hugh’s, btw, he and Maisie both know this, Hugh does not, it’s revealed dramatically later but we still have so many plots)

Edward and Florence are childless. Edward doesn’t sleep with her. Everyone knows this.

(At this point I kept asking myself when this would end, I cannot stress how LONG this thing feels at times)

So Hugh and Nora meet up with Maisie and Solly, and they chat and there’s more love plots, more bank plots and a masquerade party where at some point Maisie thinks a little girl at the party is Rachel (who died in the end of part one, sorry!) and there’s a fire and Maisie and Hugh make out and Nora and Solly are both upset and it’s a whole thing.

Samuel now does something of a side business that’s unspecified with Michael, and pregnant Clara is being persued by the only man who might be a good match for her (she’s not keen on getting married. But he’s also..really old.) PLOTS.

And Mickey and Augusta are..still a thing. And Edward being chlidless is becoming an issue. So what is the solution dear friends??

*BANGS HEAD INTO A WALL*

Why the fuck not.

Absolutely flawless! Eddie will NEVER notice.

SO with this plan in motion, Mickey sets out to seduce Florence, Eddie’s neglected wife. He starts in a church, and I have to admit, this one line he gives is quite funny.

“I don’t go to church.”

Cannot begin to imagine why.

Also, around this time is when we get the infamous scene about how he fcked the wives of the three men and then made the guys suck his dick one by one. I didn’t cap that since it’s in gif form, but yeah.

Hugh and Solly and Nora and Maisie are still having their love issues. And there is still bank stuff as all this is going down.

But while on his Florence quest, we see Mickey beat up a guy who was abusing a small boy, and Florence see’s him do this as well and:

He looks so baffled.

‘Me? GOOD? I really don’t think so.”

She’s also holding a baby, and he gives the infant this face:

“Eugh, what is that?”

He also finds her in church again at some point and comes alongside her like this:

”Sup? Whatcha prayin’ about?”

Anyway, while doing all this, he’s still having some issues. He needs Eddie’s signature for a bank transfer (for his father, his father’s plot is STILL a THING) and so it is time to seduce someone ELSE. This time it’s Edward. This won’t be hard. Edward wants him so bad you could probably see it from fucking space.

Mickey is well aware of this.(I don’t think it’s one sided either, he looks at Edward all wide eyed half the time, but he’s so manipulative it’s hard to judge).

Actually me right now tbh.

So that’s this followed by the infamous gif set.

Edward takes him up on it.

‘Come along my dear there’s nefarious boning to be done’.

Absolutely vital screencap below (which is the most we get anyway and I didn’t cap the line about the freaking signature because fuck plots over nice images okay)

Vital

Anyway Edward gives him the bloody signature. And then Mickey goes along to talk to Augusta. But at this point Mickey is very much beginning to unravel. His goal seems to be more centralized to finishing whatever long ass convoluted job his father has been making him do for the last six years (possibly more tbh) and he’s sort of done with everything.

And Edward see’s this exchange. Le. Oof.

SO! IN BETWEEN ALL THIS. There’s some party where there’s drama and then basically Nora..willing gives up Hugh so he can be with Maisie and Solly just..I don’t even know, single dad for life and all. Edward knows that his family has basically been doing shit all around him, and Mickey STILL seduces Florence. He has her meet him outside that night at two am and they get together, but when he’s with her he kinda has these doubts but she wants him anyway so they bang.

Yeesh.

AFTER that there’s Edward again, because Edward knows shit is up, Mickey goes to a room to grab a bag and see’s Edward there. He tells Edward goodbye, but Edward pulls a gun. Mickey just...drops the bag, tells him to shoot. Edward doesn’t, instead he turns the gun on himself and then Mickey shoots himself in a chair.

Yeah.

DEATH! SADNESS! REMEMBER-THIS MOVIE LOVES DEAD PEOPLE~!

At some point in all this, Augusta goes to her daughter, Clara, apologies for being an absolutely evil mother for her entire life and then the movie sort of begins to wrap up.

Maisie and David were going to leave for the States together, but David wants to stay with Solly, who well DID raise him despite him being Hugh’s kid. So Maisie and Hugh are alone and David lives with Solly and the Pilaster bank has discovered the ACTUAL FREAKING PLOT OF MICKEY’S DAD AND THE ENTIRE BACKGROUND THING. Which was this:

THIS DIDN’T NEED TO BE ALMOST FOUR HOURS, GERMANY.

SO Hugh lets the mob inside. We don’t see what happens after that, but Augusta comes in to tell Joseph Edward shot himself.

Lots of sadness.

So the movie ends in 1912, with David and Hugh meeting up. David never saw Maisie again *she’s deceased now, as is Solly.* they talk, there is some moral lesson or something about love. The goddamned end.

OOF.

SO overall?

I don’t know.

It’s a movie. It has a script and plot and..it was put on screen? The costumes are legitimately amazing. They might be the best thing about this thing. But it REALLY feels like Ken really wanted to make a movie about banking, noticed that’d be boring and tried to make it spicy.

It’s so bizarre. So depressing. So many people are horrible. So many bad things happen. So much slapping, so much weirdness. There’s nothing happy in this thing. Not one. The so called ‘good’-ish ending falls flat amongst a sea of depression and I re-iterate, IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE SO LONG.

I distinctly recall lots of clock watching at times, wondering how I could POSSIBLY have more to go. It then goes so completely off the rails that you just don’t know what is happening and it’s just WEIRD.

At times that weirdness makes it fun, but overall it’s really not great. I probably would never rewatch it, and I can say that it’s an uh, experience in movie-watching.

A good one? I don’t know. But an experience, none the less.

#a dangerous fortune #nate reviews things #nate reviewing #look don't expect coherency here ya'll this thing is A TRIP #long post #too many screenshots #am i legit posting this thing at quarter to four in the morning #yes because i dont want my drafts to eat it askjdnkas #i'll just rebagel later in the day if needed ok

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thatsamericano · 4 years ago

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Temptation Is Not An Island (But Alfred Wouldn’t Be Tempted Anyway)

Pairing/Characters/Genre: America/Romano that is probably one-sided at this point, with an appearance from Canada. Cankraine and Romano/an OMC are mentioned. This is a human AU.

Rating/Warnings: Rated Teen. Warnings for discussion of infidelity and briefly depicted unhealthy alcohol use.

Word Count: 2003

Summary: The day before Valentine’s Day, Alfred is hanging out with his brother and watching reality TV to distract himself the fact that Savino is probably doing something romantic with his boyfriend. But when his best friend suddenly shows up at his apartment out of the blue, Alfred’s February 13th plans change.

Notes: Written for @hetaliancupid-hetaliaevent‘s Day 6 prompt, Hug.

Alfred was not looking forward to Valentine’s Day this year. Part of it was that he was single as hell. He’d accepted that he was on the aromantic and asexual spectrums a while ago, but Valentine’s Day always made him feel weird, like he was supposed to have a romantic partner because that’s what society expected of him. This year he was particularly lonely because his best friend Savino, the only person he’d ever had romantic feelings for, would be spending the day with his stupid boyfriend Nathaniel. Nathaniel had always rubbed Alfred the wrong way, and not just because he was jealous of his relationship with Vinny (though that was admittedly part of the problem). Alfred had tried to be friendly to the guy, but he could tell Nathaniel was only bothering to acknowledge Alfred’s existence because Vinny was around. He wouldn’t even let Alfred give him a nickname and insisted on being called Nathaniel in full. Alfred thought Savino could do loads better. If he didn’t want to be with Alfred, he could at least be with someone who wasn’t such a complete tool.

Matthew knew that Alfred would be having a hard time this year, so he came over on February 13th to spend some quality time with his brother. He would obviously be spending the next day with his girlfriend Kateryna, and Alfred didn’t begrudge him that. It was really nice of Mattie to come over so close to Valentine’s Day and try to cheer him up. Watching reruns of Temptation Island wasn’t normally Matthew’s idea of a good time, but he put up with it because Alfred wanted to watch a silly reality show instead of thinking about whatever Savino was doing with his boyfriend.

They were in the middle of an episode when, out of nowhere, they suddenly heard a strange noise at the front door of the apartment. It sounded like someone was trying to get in, but that didn’t make sense. Alfred had never bothered to change the locks after Vinny moved out to live with his boyfriend, but there was no way he should be here right now.

Vinny shoved open the door, dropped a duffle bag by the entrance, and then slammed the door shut behind him. “You know I kept reminding you to change the fucking locks, but I guess it’s a good thing you were too lazy to do that. Where the hell do you keep your wine?”

Alfred was baffled, to say the least. “I, uhh… don’t think I even have wine anymore? I’m pretty sure you took it all when you moved out, and I’m not much of a drinker. But there’s some beer in the fridge. Gil left it when he came over a few days ago.”

“Fine. I’ll have the albino bastard’s beer.” He stomped over to the kitchen, obviously in a foul mood, and Matthew put the TV on mute and leaned over to whisper to his brother.

“Didn’t you say he’d be with his boyfriend right now?”

Alfred nodded. “I thought he would be.”

Matthew frowned thoughtfully. “I think something bad must’ve happened with him and Nathaniel. Savino is acting a lot more pissed off than normal.”

Alfred sighed. “I think you’re right, Mattie. I’ll go talk to him and see what it is.”

When he got to the kitchen, Savino was slugging down a bottle of Gilbert’s expensive, imported German beer like it was water and he’d just gone on a five-mile run in the August heat.

Alfred cautiously approached him. “Wow, I… uh, didn’t know you liked beer so much, dude.”

“I don’t,” Savino snapped. “I just needed something to wash out the taste of my boyfriend fucking cheating on me like the lowlife sack of shit he is.”

Alfred’s face fell. “Vinny—”

Savino set the beer down on the counter so he could use both hands to gesture as he ranted. “You saw us together, Alfredo. Tell me, did I strike you as a bad boyfriend? Did I mistreat or neglect Nathaniel in any way?”

“No, no you didn’t.” Savino had been affectionate and loving towards Nathaniel, so much so that it could turn Alfred’s stomach at times. The envy he’d felt, and that hopeless wish to be in Nathaniel’s place, was what had clued Alfred in to the fact he didn’t just see Vinny as a friend. But by the time he had figured that out, Alfred couldn’t say anything because Savino was happy and he and Nathaniel were in a serious, committed relationship. He couldn’t say anything then, and he definitely couldn’t say anything now after Savino had just had his heart broken.

Mostly, he felt immense sympathy towards Savino, which is the emotion one should feel when a friend’s boyfriend turns out to be a disloyal asshole. But there was a tiny piece of Alfred’s heart that found Savino’s complicated hand gesturing cute, even though that was a completely inappropriate thing to notice in this situation.

“Then tell me why the fuck that testa di minchia decided to start sexting another guy!” Savino shouted. “And then he had the nerve to get angry at me for ‘snooping’ through his phone! I only checked because I happened to see a suspicious message pop up on the screen while he was out of the room! Can you believe that bullshit?!”

“It was totally normal for you to check his phone if you saw something weird,” Alfred said. “He shouldn’t have been sexting with someone else anyway.” Seriously, what the hell was wrong with Nathaniel? Couldn’t he keep it in his pants for five goddamn minutes, especially when he had someone like Savino to come home to? Alfred would give anything to have the relationship with Savino that Nathaniel had so carelessly disregarded, and he would never even think of cheating. He had never really understood why people would feel tempted to cheat, because Vinny was the only person he’d ever been attracted to that way. That’s why he had decided to watch Temptation Island, because a bunch of horny, straight allosexuals who couldn’t keep it in their pants was weirdly amusing to him.

But he was far from amused when someone he cared about got cheated on. He could tell that Savino was deeply hurt by his boyfriend’s betrayal, even if he was trying to conceal it by pretending he only felt outrage.

“I just… I can’t figure out why he’d do that to me. If he was unhappy, he should’ve said something or just dumped me! That would have been so much better than this.” Savino looked away, but not before Alfred noticed tears forming in his beautiful hazel eyes. “I hate him. I hate him so goddamn much.”

Alfred stepped in closer and opened up his arms in invitation. “C’mere, Savi.”

Savino hugged him, burying his head in Alfred’s shoulder and squeezing his arms around him tightly. Alfred returned the embrace and started to rub gentle circles over Savino’s trembling shoulder blades, and that made him break down into heartbroken sobs.

“That fucker knew! He knew the issues I have with my self-esteem, and then he went and fucked somebody else! I loved him, and he made me feel like a pile of stinking garbage!”

Alfred glared past Savino at the kitchen cabinets, but in his mind, he was glaring at the shithead who dared to make his best friend cry. “Want me to kill him for you?”

Savino laughed, even though Alfred hadn’t been entirely joking. (Murder was pretty extreme, but he wouldn’t mind beating the shit out of Nathaniel to teach him a lesson.) “That’s okay. I broke his phone while I was screaming at him. Not on purpose, but when he tried to defend himself, I was so goddamn furious I threw it to the ground and stomped on it. He seemed pretty scared of me after that. I don’t think he’ll be bothering me again.”

Alfred smirked a little at how badass Savi had been. Woe to anyone who betrayed his trust the way Nathaniel had.

“In that case, I’m just gonna keep holding you until you’re ready for me to let go.” Honestly, if the circumstances were better, Alfred wouldn’t mind holding Savino like this for the rest of his life. His body ran a little warmer than average, he smelled like an Italian herb garden mixed with expensive cologne, and the size difference made him fit perfectly into Alfred’s arms. Alfred liked hugging anyone he was reasonably close to, but he’d never enjoyed hugging anyone else as much as he did Savino.

“I’m not done yet. I’m feeling pretty worthless, and I’m not ready to face the world yet.” But his heavy sobs had already softened into gentle weeping, so he would probably let go soon. “I think I got snot on your shirt. Sorry about that.”

“Eh, that’s okay. I got it from Walmart, so it’s not like you have to worry about ruining something that cost a lot of money.”

Savino chuckled, and then he lifted his head away from Alfred’s shoulder with a hint of a smile. “Good thing you’re such a cheapskate then.”

“Guess so.” Alfred just didn’t care much about clothing. He had a few more expensive things in his closet that he wore if he had to be somewhere fancy, but when he was at home, he preferred t-shirts and jeans. He prioritized comfort over fashion.

Savino started to pull away, and Alfred dropped his arms, ignoring the pang of regret that accompanied his absence. “Is it okay if I spend the night here? I don’t exactly have a place to stay right now since I obviously won’t be living with my ex anymore.”

“You can move back in,” Alfred told him. “I didn’t get another roommate, so your room’s still available. And to be honest, I kind of missed having you around.” More like pined pathetically for the days they used to live together, but Savino didn’t need to know that right now.

“I kind of missed living with you too, idiota.” He sighed and glanced in the direction of the living room. “We probably need to go out there and let Matthew know what’s going on, huh?”

“I think he might have overheard everything. You were yelling pretty loud.”

“I did,” Matthew confirmed from the other room. “I’m sorry your boyfriend cheated on you, Savino. It wasn’t right.”

“Thanks,” Savino replied. He picked up his beer and started to walk out to the living room, and Alfred followed him.

Matthew had gotten off the couch, which would be too small to fit three people, and sat down in a nearby armchair. He shot Savino a sympathetic look as they entered the room, and Savino sat down on the couch. Alfred took a seat right next to him, and Savino sipped at his beer, but a more normal, less concerning rate.

“Do you want to watch something on TV? It might help you get your mind off things.”

Savino shrugged. “I don’t have enough energy to focus on a complex plotline. You can watch whatever the fuck you want.”

Alfred picked up the remote, turned the sound back on, and quickly switched to a news channel. Savi had said he could watch whatever he wanted, but a reality show about people “testing” their relationships and frequently hooking up with attractive strangers would be incredibly insensitive after what Savi had just gone through.

After a bit of browsing, he settled on one of those cooking competition shows he knew Savino enjoyed. Thirty minutes into the program, Savino had gotten invested enough to start pointing out the mistakes the contestants were making and talking to the television as if it could respond to his commands. Alfred exchanged an amused, fond glance with Mattie, who grinned at him. He knew Savino wasn’t all better and that he would need time to get over Nathaniel, but Alfred was glad to see Savino acting a little more like his normal self.

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