#ever since germany

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ever Since Germany

Fandom: Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022, RPF, 

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, You, Minnie Mae ‘Dodger’ Presley, Original Male Characters, Vernon Presley

Word Count: 4029 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: You've known your fate ever since that one night in Germany.

Tags/ Warnings: Loss of Virginity, Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Kissing, Elvis in Germany, Army Elvis, Germany, Army, Requested, Requested Fic, Slut Shaming, Name Calling, Fighting, Physical Altercation, Weddings, Wedding Day, Teasing, Caught Having Sex, Reader’s Wedding Dress, Reader’s Dress

Notes: Here you go lovely <3 

Updated 8/23

Elvis Tags: @caitlin1996 @literally-just-elvis-fics

Request from @elvispresleyisfit12 - could you do a request where like elvis and the reader meet in Germany and elvis is very close with her big brother but her brother walks in on her n elvis doing the devils tango goes and tells all of the guys in the army about her and elvis and they have like a lads party downstairs and when reader walks down they start to mutter slut whore and like ask how elvis is and elvis gets annoyed and defends her and the end is like 5 years later they are getting married n it’s like be r wedding day xx 

‘And I didn’t want to tell her where I was really coming. Not because I was being secretive or anything. I mean I know you’ve said how you hate all the people trying to wangle their way into a party just to ogle you,’ you said feeling your words coming out more jumbled than intended as you tried to explain your encounter at the dress shop to Elvis. He was watching you amusedly as you failed to explain how you longed to protect him from the Fräuleins of German clothing shops. With heat in your cheeks you mumbled, ‘I’m rambling aren’t I?’ ‘I like listening to you talk,’ Elvis said earnestly as he moved a strand of hair from your face until his arm was resting against the bed, twirling your hair softly between his fingers. ‘Even when I’m rambling?’ you said feeling heat pooling in your cheeks. ‘Even then,’ he said leaning closer to you. You could feel your breath intermingling and a swell in your lower belly as he watched you with fire in his eyes which made you a bundle of nerves. Since you had met Elvis you’d been all out of sorts. Your family was stationed in Germany and your brother was part of the same unit which is how you'd gotten to meet him. And though they had become quite close your brother wasn’t the only member of the family Elvis had taken an interest in. You’d never dreamed that out of all the girls at his regular soirees, he’d take a shine to you but there was something about you he liked. You listened to him. You let him speak about his worries and pains without expecting anything from him. And he did the same for you.

The only thing was that eventually your talking turned to kissing and though you were sure he wanted more you were scared. Scared that once it happened that would be it. Scared that he’d lose interest. Scared that he wanted someone experienced, which wasn’t you. Having your life uprooted every few months meant that there was never time enough to get to know anyone well enough to even contemplate it. Yet the way he was looking at you made you want to. Made an ache you’d only heard spoken about by some of your more mature girlfriends on the base form between your legs. As Elvis leaned in to kiss you you moved out of his way surprising him and yourself as you leapt up.

‘It’s quiet in here don’t you think,’ you said going towards his record player and grabbing at the stack of vinyls that were beside it, ‘wanna listen to some music? I think we should listen to some music-' ‘Honey,’ Elvis said climbing up off the floor and coming to stand beside you as you flicked through the records unwilling to meet his eye. ‘Or we can watch some TV or something,’ you said until you felt his large hand wrap around your wrist, forcing you to place the stack back down. You looked up at him wide-eyed and he smiled reassuringly at you making you smile sheepishly, ‘I’m rambling again huh?’ ‘Just a little,’ he said slipping the needle on the record that was already in situ, ‘good job I find it so darn cute.’

As music echoed throughout the room he pulled you back to the bed where he climbed on it and gestured for you to come and straddle him. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t before but you could see the outline of him against his slacks which made an unsure want bubble within you.

‘Come on honey. I ain’t gon’ hurt ya,’ he said making you nod as you climbed onto the bed, placing your legs on either side of his thighs as he leaned up to kiss you. It was soft and loving but filled with something you couldn’t put your finger on. His hands skirted from your face downwards pulling you into him so you were flush against his chest. The movement changed the angle of your hips so that your core was now pressed up against his length causing dampness to form where it rubbed against you. Without thinking you let out a moan that caused him to smile against your lips.

‘Elvis,’ you mumbled though he didn’t let up as he rolled you over, his lips migrating from yours down your neck as his hands slipped under your dress, caressing every inch of soft skin that he could find. As he gently palmed your breast, his thumb running over your clothed nipple you snapped out of the heady space you were in and said his name once more with force. ‘What’s the matter?’ he said tenderly and somewhat breathlessly. ‘I just, it’s nothing, I just, I’ve never…’ you said looking down so his gaze couldn’t meet yours but he didn’t allow you to for long, tilting your face until you looked at him. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘And it doesn’t bother you?’ you said. ‘Why would it bother me?’ he asked, ‘if you don’t want to I understand but I want you, honey. More than anything.’ ‘I do want to,’ you said feeling confident as you realised the truth behind your words, ‘I just don’t know what I’m doing.’ ‘You don’t need to do anything, sweetheart,’ Elvis said. ‘But the other girls you’ve been with-’ ‘Ain’t no other girl I’d rather be here with,’ Elvis said. As you looked into his baby-blue gaze your heart melted. You knew it was probably foolish to believe him but you did. In your heart of hearts you believed that and so you nodded. Elvis took your nod as a green light and his lips met yours once more this time full of fervour and lust.

His touch, whether that of his fingertips or his mouth, was everywhere seemingly all at once. He kissed down your neck following the trail of buttons on your dress until you were almost bare beneath him. As you broke away to get your dress from underneath you he pulled back removing his own clothing until you were almost matched in nudity though you felt distinctly more vulnerable. His hands traced from your ankle upwards stopping at your hips as he knelt between your legs, ogling you with a lust-filled gaze. Feeling confident under his adoration you sat up, reaching around to remove your bra until it fell down quickly discarded as his hands replaced where the fabric had touched.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ he said laying you down as he kissed you. ‘Elvis,’ you said bashfully. ‘I mean it. I wanna see all of you,’ he said kissing you deeply once more he trailed his mouth down your neck and torso until he was stationed between your legs. He allowed himself to touch the damp cotton of your panties, teasing himself as much as you though it did make you shiver with anticipation. Then he was gone, tapping your thigh for you to shuffle around so he could yank your panties down until he could place himself back where he wanted to be. You shivered as he peppered tiny kisses on your inner thighs before he spread your lips apart.

‘So pretty,’ he said, ‘and all ready for me. I’m gonna kiss you now okay?’ ‘Okay,’ you breathed unable to think straight. Then you felt his tongue breach your folds, taking his time at first before he was lapping at you his tongue swirling around your clit slowly. For a moment you couldn’t believe that you’d ever doubted doing this. You could feel his own excitement rolling off him as he worked you expertly, smirking as he caused whimpers and moans you’d never heard come from you to fall out of your mouth.

They only worsened as he brought a finger to your folds, teasing between them before he pushed it inside of you. It was too much to bear. He was touching a sensitive spot with every flick of his tongue and now it was combined with the fullness of two fingers inside of you, you weren’t sure you would ever be able to string a sentence together again. It wasn’t as if you were completely naïve. You’d had sex ed lessons so you knew how everything worked but you’d heard mixed reviews. Some women made it seem as though sex was something to be gotten over with. A job. Some made it seem like it was fun. And with Elvis at the helm, you were sure you were falling into the latter camp.

And then you were overcome. A wash of pleasure ran through your body without warning as his tongue flicked against your sensitive little bud once more. You could feel your toes curling, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you bucked up into his face. You wished you could be embarrassed but there was no way because if you could chase this high any longer you were going to. Elvis pulled back, removing himself from you though his mouth didn’t leave you for long. He kissed his way back up your body until you were face to face, able to taste yourself on his tongue as he moved his hips against you.

Somewhere in the haze he’d managed to remove his boxer shorts which meant you could now feel him sliding against you, his tip nudging your sensitive bud with every snap of his hips. You wanted to do something. You felt as though you needed to be doing something but you didn’t know what. If anything you doubted that you had enough strength to move any of your limbs as the heavenly state he’d put you in meant that you were still feeling boneless. Fortunately, Elvis didn’t need much help as with a quick manoeuvre he moved his tip to your entrance and eased in.

‘Fuck honey,’ he whimpered as he allowed himself to bottom out before checking to see if you were okay. You didn’t notice though as your eyes were closed savouring the delight. ‘Oh Elvis,’ you moaned as he filled you. ‘Fuck baby,’ he grunted moving slowly at first until he was pounding full throttle in and out of you. ‘Oh god Y/N. You feel so good baby,’ he said, ‘perfect for me.’ ‘It feels so good Elvis,’ you panted feeling another wave of pleasure approaching. ‘You gonna cum with me baby?’ He asked. ‘Yes Elvis,’ you whimpered. ‘That’s it baby cum with me,’ Elvis said his mouth hitting that sweet spot on your neck as he sucked hard against it causing you to come undone once more with him a fraction of a second behind you. You could feel him wet and warm inside you as he collapsed against you exhausted. He nuzzled kisses against you as he came around, pulling out of you and looking at you adoringly with a smile as he pressed his forehead against yours.   ‘I love you,’ he said in a breathy whisper you weren’t sure you’d heard correctly but you didn’t have time to register it as his bedroom door burst open. ‘Hey EP are you coming downstairs or what everyone’s waiting-' you heard an all too familiar voice say. Your brother James. You squeaked, pressing yourself into Elvis’ chest so he covered you from view. ‘Jesus Jimmy don’t you know how to knock,’ Elvis said. ‘Sorry man,’ Jimmy said a hint of a chuckle in his voice adding to your suspicions he didn't know the identity of Elvis’ suitor. ‘Get outta here,’ Elvis shouted launching a free pillow off of the bed towards where your brother had been standing before he ducked out of the room slamming the door shut quickly behind him.

‘Oh my god,’ you said flopping back onto the bed as Elvis disentangled himself from you. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Elvis said moving to grab something to clean the pair of you up. You didn’t move as he went through the motions, kissing you gently as he did, trying to reassure you though you weren’t sure you could be any more mortified. ‘Don’t worry about it?’ you asked incredulously, ‘how am I supposed to go downstairs now?’ ‘Hey if he didn’t wanna walk in on something he shouldn’t be walking into people’s rooms,’ Elvis reasoned making you bite your lip. ‘What if he flips out?’ you asked. ‘Let him. I ain’t gonna let any guy tell me who I can and cannot fall in love with and if he’s got a problem with that so be it,’ he said kissing your lips quickly before he moved off the bed to start redressing. As you clothed yourself you mulled over his words.

The fact he had said he loved you was not lost on you. In fact, it made your heart sing. He was right. You were good for each other and you loved him too; other people shouldn’t get a say. Yet you were panicked at the thought of going downstairs and looking your big brother in the eye. Elvis grabbed your hand and pulled you up off the bed his fingers fiddling with the buttons on your dress as he clothed you. Then he took your face in his hands and leaned down to kiss you, pouring his heart and soul into it as he did so before he navigated the two of you downstairs.

Downstairs was crowded when you got there with various boys from the unit and their dates dotted around though they looked up as you entered. You saw the change in Elvis as he entered the room becoming the life and soul of the party immediately as he directed himself to an armchair in the corner, pulling you with him and down onto his lap. He didn’t however seem to notice the snickers from some of the guys on the other side of the room as you passed or the mortified look on your brother's face as reality hit.

As Elvis dove into conversation with Joe you looked around the room as subtly as possible. People were amid their own conversations though you could feel the glances from the group in the corner followed by some hurried whispering that made your cheeks flame. You tried to ignore it. In fact, the way Elvis’ hand lay on your hip, his fingers rubbing your thigh gently made you want to run back upstairs and go back to what you had been doing without even a second thought about who would know or what they would say. After a while the talking filtered out. You could hear the others less as Elvis included you in the conversation was having. That was until Dodger appeared at her grandson's side, placing a hand on his shoulder as she said, ‘you want a plate fixing son? I just made your daddy some dinner.’ ‘Yeah, we’ll be there in a minute,’ Elvis said. Dodger offered you both a kind smile and then disappeared back into the kitchen as Elvis sat up moving your legs off of him until he was flush against your back. You longed to feel the comfort in the tender way he was holding you but the glare you could feel from not only your brother but several of the girls in the room was crippling. When you could turn your back to them and cuddle into him it wasn’t too bad. Now he was unknowingly offering you up as a shield.

‘You want something to eat honey?’ he asked. ‘Yeah,’ you mumbled though the appeal was getting out of the room more than the meal that was waiting for you, ‘I’m really hungry.’ ‘Yeah I bet,’ Paul, one of Elvis’ army buddies said with a snigger from the other side of the room. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ your brother said stiffly from beside him. Paul looked at Jimmy and then his other friend Lonnie who had the same smug grin plastered on his face. ‘Oh nothing,’ Lonnie chuckled turning to Paul to add, ‘it’s real hungry work layin' on your back all day,’ though it was heard by everyone. You felt Elvis tense against you. ‘What did you say?’ Elvis said forcing you to stand up so he could move towards them. ‘Nothing EP,’ Lonnie said whipping his head around so he was facing Elvis, his face red with embarrassment. ‘Didn’t sound like nothing,’ Elvis said. ‘He didn’t mean anything by it EP,’ Paul said. ‘Sounded like you were making fun of someone to me,’ Elvis said his gaze falling on your brother, ‘what do you think Jimmy?’ ‘I think they’re both asses,’ Jimmy said, his sympathetic gaze flicking from Elvis to you. If you were going to be judged at least it wasn't your brother doing the judging. ‘Us?!’ Paul gaped, ‘you were the one saying EP had some whore up in his room.’ ‘Making her moan real good you said,’ Lonnie added, ‘changed your tune when you realised it was your whore sister huh?’

Before anyone could say anything Elvis charged forward and grabbed Lonnie by his shirt collar plucking him from his seat until he was firmly pinned against the mantle, making ornaments and pictures clatter behind him. You looked on stunned as did everyone else.

‘Don’t you ever, ever, call my girl a whore again,’ Elvis said. You could feel the ire rolling off him and though you couldn’t see his face you were sure it was a picture given the way Jimmy and Paul were watching him. ‘EP I-I-’ Lonnie stammered. ‘Thought you’d have a good laugh. Thought talking about me and my girl made you a big man huh? Well, let me put it this way. You could only ever dream about a girl like her. She’s sweet, cute, funny and smart and if you even wanna be in the same room as her ever again I suggest you keep your stupid damn comments inside that thick skull of yours got it?’ Elvis sneered. Lonnie nodded quickly his face so red from where Elvis had been holding him that you worried he might just burst. Fortunately, Elvis loosened his grip but didn’t let go entirely as he added, ‘and not that it’s anyone’s damn business but she ain’t ever been with anyone but me. And I thank the Lord for that because God knows what kind of sorry excuse for a man she’d get if she even thought about giving someone like you the time of day let alone anything else.’

And with a quick shove, he dropped Lonnie from his grip and turned around to come towards you. You were still in shock but came to as his fingers touched your cheek tenderly making you look up at him. Your rageful protector was gone, replaced by the man you had shared a bed with not hours earlier. He didn’t even mention them instead he smiled softly and murmured, ‘let’s get something to eat.’ 

You nodded and allowed yourself to be steered towards the kitchen still all at odds over what just happened. Though you were sure Dodger and Vernon would’ve heard the commotion from the living room they didn’t seem to bat an eyelid as you slotted into a seat beside Elvis. Dodger placed a plate down in front of him and then you which you thanked her for though your appetite was barely existent. As he chatted with his family you participated minimally and instead chose to ogle him as if he was some exhibit in a museum.  Something felt different about him now. Of course you enjoyed his company. And of course you had an attraction to him, he was a charismatic and handsome man, but something had changed inside you and you didn’t know what it was.

Maybe it was the fact he defended you. The way he changed in an instant becoming your protector, your knight in shining armour. Maybe it was the way he spoke about you, full of love and adoration as you laid yourself bare to him, making you feel as though you were the only girl in the world that he cared about even if you had been scared to admit the feelings you had as he did so unabashed. Maybe it was the fact that even after everything that had happened today there was nowhere else you’d rather be than sitting beside him listening to him laugh and joke with his family. That’s when it clicked. This was what you wanted for the rest of your life. To be his family. To be with him.

5 years later

‘Elvis we can’t!’ you giggled pushing on the door to try and hold it closed. ‘Oh come on baby! I need to see ya,’ he grumbled pushing back though you were sure it wasn’t at full force as he could’ve almost certainly sent you flying if he did. ‘It’s bad luck!’ you said. ‘Can’t be,’ he said, ‘I already became the luckiest man in the world when you agreed to marry me.’ ‘Elvis,’ you blushed feeling love flow through your chest. ‘Come on honey,’ he said quietly, ‘lemme see you one last time.’

You pondered it for a moment, your hand still tightly gripping the doorknob as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your body was draped in white satin, your hair teased up high the way you knew your soon-to-be husband liked. And on your hand a gigantic diamond which sparkled in the mirror from the bathroom light. You looked a vision and though you knew you should wait for the altar before you showed yourself you couldn't help but want to see how he would react, no cameras, no people. Just the two of you. So, you turned the knob and allowed the door to open. He smiled as it did taking in your attire with a slightly dropped jaw. Though you managed to keep yours closed you couldn't help but feel the same way about him in his attire. He looked gorgeous. You roved your eyes over the simple black tuxedo he was wearing, the white shirt contrasting his immaculate tan until eventually, your eyes met his baby blues which were almost black with desire.

‘I was right,’ he said pulling you into him. ‘About what?’ you asked puzzled. ‘I am the luckiest man on this earth,’ he said leaning down to kiss you. You however pulled away, placing your hands on his chest to stop him making him pout. ‘Thought you just wanted to see me,’ you mused. ‘I did but now I’ve seen you all I can think about is kissing you,’ he said attempting once more. ‘Nuh-uh Presley,’ you giggled, ‘that’s definitely bad luck!’ ‘Spoilsport,’ he grumbled. ‘Gotta save something for the end of the aisle,’ you said. ‘I remember when you used to blush just talking to me. Now you’re bold enough to deny a man a kiss on his wedding day,’ Elvis tutted, ‘what has the world come to.’ ‘The worlds the same. I’m just not a little girl anymore,’ you said. ‘Is that so?’ Elvis smirked. ‘Yep,’ you said running your fingers up and down his lapels, ‘and if you play your cards right I’ll show you just how far I’ve come.’ ‘Suppose we better get ourselves married then huh?’ ‘I suppose so,’ you chuckled pushing him away towards the door. Elvis laughed and headed towards it, a gigantic grin plastered across his face. ‘See you at the end of the aisle, Mr Presley,’ you called. ‘See you there Mrs Presley,’ he smirked before he disappeared from your hotel suite.

You couldn’t believe it. In less than an hour you were going to be somebody’s wife. Not even just somebody. The most eligible man on the planet. And he was all yours. You mused on it for a moment, thinking of the trail of broken hearts surely to be left behind once word got out about your secret nuptials. But as you thought about it you realised it was always going to end up this way.

You’d known it since Germany all those years ago. This was going to be your life. And you couldn’t wait.

[morganbritton132]

Every time I think about trying to move to Europe, I’m like…what’s the Mexican food situation there?

[romatito]

okay this is the only other thing i have rn take some rough sketches i like from a comic ive been thinking abt. yes the basic idea is just more of rome antagonizing spain because i think its funny. 🫥

[brick-van-dyke]

If there's one thing I've respectively noticed from Zionists and defenders of Israeli war crimes, it's that every source, argument and potential avenue to explore each explanation is riddled with cherry picking, moving the goalposts and mental gymnastics to explain why their conclusions, which typically are barely even related to the sources they use, somehow overshadow literal reality and what we see with our own eyes.

While scrolling, one example I came across was the repetitive misrepresentation of BLM, antifa and quotes from Martin Luther King Jr, as well as statistics, scholarly journal articles and government website information. These are all good sources, yet every single time they're mangled completely until the only possible "interpretation" of any of them is "well Israel is right to defend itself after shorting rockets beforehand because the retaliation was brutal and all Arabs are bad by default therefore". As if any of these sources are even about individual exceptions of Israel versus hatred towards Arabs.

I think what I find most absurd, as someone in the middle of their own studies, is how every bit of critical thinking and logic goes out the window as they do every single thing possible to do what professors worldwide say NOT to do when evaluating sources. It's like watching a race to see who can tangle and misconstrue scientific information to fit their world view the fastest. Then said people say "um actually I studied at university before so it's actually not wrong that I'm doing this exact this everyone is warned not to do because I have a permit". Ignorance I can forgive, but willful and arrogant manipulation? That's another thing entirely.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Naaah, it was very justified and very fair. That moron deserved every little bit of criticism and strong words. Keep doing it, Ze.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.

[cowboy-robooty]

another day another divine vision. let me tell you about italys entitlement to love pipeline. so see italy loves to sleep around he loves da ladies da one night stands and most certainly aint about that commitment bullshit. it isnt out of malice or anything its just he cant really see the appeal hes like bruhhhh that is SO not worf it :/ blehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... and like holy rome was when he was 7 okay that doesnt really count since when italy was 7 he also used to believe girls couldnt fart a lot of things were different at that time. but see i think italy is able to fall in love with germany despite his commitment issues because he also has a raging sense of entitlement. italy is the opposite and exactly the same as romano. romano is possessive as shit because hes the unloved brother that got nothing so when he gets something he hoards it to himself while italy is entitled as shit because hes the ultra loved by everyone child and always wins out in the end so he feels like he deserves everything at the end of the day. he isnt a bad guy but hes a bit of a spoiled brat to his core because of this since he can easily feel entitled to things after a while. and see italys love for germany hinges upon that entitlement being activated.

because germany is fully devoted to italy hes fucking obsessed with him he will and does do anything for him if italy asks him twice (sometimes thrice). germany will let italy ruin his life every single fucking day and still comes back crawling for more. hell be like italy this is the last fucking straw do NOT EVER fuck up my car again and the italy will destroy it literally the next day and germany will be mad for 30 seconds before sighing and going "well its okay. but im serious this time dont do it EVER aga-" **repeat for the next one million years**. and italy is very aware of this and honestly germanys undying loyalty and shit is why theyre able to stay together. because germany will always accept italy into his arms whenever italy comes running to him even if he also is sticking grenades into his back pockets and wiping his hands on germany's shirt while doing this he will always be like "... come here italy". and i think italy really realizes that germanys always going to take care of him wether hes on the losing side or not and even if hes with germany on the losing side everybody on the winning side likes italy already so theyre not going to really punish him fr so its overall better to lose with germany than win with everyone else since the winning side is going to make him actually do shit. Italys always with germany but if germany actually gave italy consequences depending on how severe these are he would actually leave germany rather than deal with them if he found it too much of a hassle to deal with. And this is how i believe their relationship is like for a very very very long time like for basically the entirity of the anime so far even like italy saw germany about to die and did not even grant him his last wish of smiling for him because he was like errrm! sorry dude but im looking out for me!

but i think this is able to morph into love because over time italy unconciously starts feeling entitled to germany. germany is so loyal and always there for him so hard that italy starts to feel entitled to this treatment because no matter what he does no matter how scum gong or batshit he can be germany will always see him as a perfect angel who could never have ill will (and only kills him out of incompetence) and welcomes him with open arms. italy starts to feel like germany is SUPPOSED to be with him. that it isnt right if germany isnt because italy is entitled to him already obviously and this is why italy starts developing jealousy and is like wtf germany is supposed to like ME most! Its unconcious and he doesnt really think about it too hard but his entitlement slowly grows over time and although it makes him be like GERMANY YOU CANT LIKE RUSSIA MORE THAN ME!!!! it still leaves him being selfish where he leaves germany to die by pictonians lol. the entitlement is able to morph into love though because it becomes so strong that italy one day realizes that hell feel so much intense discomfort if germany isnt by his side. he feels like germany is supposed to be with him hes supposed to like italy best and always pamper and spoil him and be obsessed only with italy and let only italy do special things nobody else can do. and it keeps growing until he realizes what he feels is love. because he realizes that there isnt anything he can think of thats worth more than his relationship with germany. he feels so entitled to germanys life that hes willing to give his own life up to keep their lives intertwined forever. hes willing to give up his freedom in exchange for germanys loyalty since now he cant see himself enjoying his life without it. its become such a common pleasure that its impossible to go on unless he has it. even if not being able to screw as he pleased will make him deeply unhappy, not having germany by his side would make him infinitely more unhappy. he might hate doing shit for people, but he would hate germany being hurt and alone 1000x more than how much he hates getting his ass up and doing him a favor. and THATS how italy realizes that he is so very totally in gays with germany chan forever since hes willing to do anything to keep him in his life and lucky for him he doesnt have to do anything except make their loyalty mutual. hashtag itager babywin!

[shopwitchvamp]

You were born at Landstuhl right? (Sorry if this is weird I was an army medic and your post had strong army family vibes)

You're right about the army family vibes, haha. But that's the wrong part Germany.

I was born in Nürnburg, I think at a German hospital 🤔? My grandma on my mom's side is German & from Nürnburg. My mom was born in 1965, and then ended up at the same hospital having me in 1990. And yeah both of my parents were in the army. My mom got out when I was born, but my dad stayed in for a full career.

We did end up closer to Landstuhl later on though! 2000-2003 we lived in Weisbaden (specifically Mainz-Kastel). All of my middle school years were at Weisbaden American Middle School.

[ningtual]

i'm gonna be real i still can't decide

[madaras-tits]

You like fishing? How do you have the patience 😂😂😂

Tbh, I only like it when I do it with friends. It's a nice thing to do while talking with a beer or something, or look at the view (fishing is best when you do it at a pretty place)

[skitskatdacat63]

I feel so fucking feral over any podium with ticker tape, THE PICTURES ARE SOOOOOO GOOD!!! And like...they shoot the ticker tape during the champagne...so it sticks to everything and everyone 🫠😵‍💫

[mcscarycat]

are you listening to the pizza night stream? im losing my mind with this conversations

i’m not, ive been too busy to keep up with streams lately :( i jsut get updates through tumblr

[fitzrove]

Adhfjdfgj I love seeing all the book ask replies on my dash but it's making me sad that I can't rb the thing because I read like 4 and a half fiction books this year ;_;

[brainjuicey]

my mind is so funny for making me relive my worst nightmares and memories everytime I go to sleep

[husberttee]

i never go to the damn doctor usually but this time i went three fucking times in three weeks and every single time they ONLY listen to my lungs and what I tell them about how I feel and then they prescribe me tons of pills that don't work (which is why i went back so many times) and I really am at my wits end. what do i have to do to get them to actually look at me physically. like fucking open my mouth and look at my throat or whatever. fucking anything. how in the world can you tell what is wrong with me if you don't fucking check.

[tardis--dreams]

Living my best life eating the same food every single day here