#hellmersmyopathy

[fantasywritten]

@hellmersmyopathy asked: “ i'm here for business — not pleasure. “ | for Tokyo (not that he minds either)

“ARE YOU SURE about that?” Tokyo but her bottom lip, looking up at her and batting her eyelashes. She knew what men wanted; Berlin was no exception. He’d been here before — usually for pleasure, though, not business. BUSINESS was reserved for El Profesor. “You look so tense, señor.” She stepped closer, her hands slipping idly underneath his shirt, licking her lips briefly before gazing back up at him. She’d had a bit to drink, but not enough that she wouldn’t remember this in the morning. She knew how to control herself — MOSTLY. Leaning forward with a smirk, she moved even closer, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper. “Kiss me.”

#here we go again lol #✽ (002.) don't blame me; love made me crazy (tokyo) #hellmersmyopathy #✽ (ship) — let me share a night in your fantasy (tokyo & berlin) #✽ (answered) — ask and you shall receive

[multimuse-rp-archived]

@hellmersmyopathy asked: “ i hope you don’t mind me being forward, but… i haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you walked through those doors. “ | for Tokyo when they first met maybe?

SHE DIDN’T MIND. She didn’t mind at all. In fact, Tokyo was flattered. The man called Berlin was exquisite. Handsome. Sexy. Tokyo had noticed a few of them from the start — mostly the Professor and Río, but especially Berlin. And she wanted him. She wanted him in her bed. And she had seen the way he looked at her; she’d noticed. Right from the start, she’d noticed him, and he’d noticed her, too.

“I don’t mind at all.” Tokyo grinned as she leaned against the counter, practically undressing him with her eyes. Men were easy; she knew what they wanted and how they wanted it. One look into their eyes would tell Tokyo everything she needed to know. Berlin was harder to read than most, but Tokyo still knew how badly he wanted her. “I could say the same about you, papi.” She giggled flirtatiously and leaned forward even more, lowering her tone to a whisper. “El Profesor has a rule, but I’m a bit of a rule-breaker myself.”

#ship tag tba #✽ (002.) don't blame me; love made me crazy (tokyo) #hellmersmyopathy #ic answers // feel free to continue as a thread!

[gcvernedbalance]

@hellmersmyopathy

❝ I’ve been having a fling with Tokyo since about the day she got here. I don’t know if casual sex falls under your definition of relaciones personales, but you couldn’t seriously expect me to spend five months next door to a woman like her and do nothing about it. ❞

Honestly, he should have expected this. Nevertheless, Sergio found his teeth clenching together in frustration. His brother, of all people, should know the importance of the plan. Every single thing had to be executed flawlessly. And sex was never completely meaningless; there were always some feelings attached, no matter how small, and those could fuck up the heist. Running a hand through his hair, the so-called Professor sighed loudly, taking a step towards Andrés.

“I’ve made too many exceptions.” He shouldn’t have to explain this. Andrés should’ve resisted, no matter how hard it was. They were called the resistance, for God’s sake! “You and I, Moscow and Denver, Helsinki and Oslo…” He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. “Now you and Tokyo… and don’t you dare start a speech about it being meaningless sex, Andrés. Everything in your life has meaning now.” Because you’re going to die. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

#dangggg #he’s mad #hellmersmyopathy

[drdumaurier]

 ‘ headcanon ‘  + sacrifice.

hc meme

Bedelia is selfish and will save herself first and foremost. There’s a deep-rooted sense of self-preservation that is closely linked to her need to be in control, so she will do what she needs to survive. However, there are a few situations in which she would be willing to sacrifice herself if it means protecting someone she cares deeply about. As said in a previous headcanon, real friendship and trust are extremely difficult for her, but she is capable of having a friend for whom she would be willing to sacrifice herself and same goes for a romantic partner. Those stay extremely rare cases and being her friend or dating her doesn’t mean she’ll do it, it requires lots of trust and love from both sides. The only other situation would be if she has children, she would willingly sacrifice herself to protect her children. 

The conclusion is that she could, under very specific circumstances, sacrifice herself for someone else, but unless she made it clear she would do it for you, don’t expect her to do it. Her sense of self-preservation and her need to be in control are extremely strong, so she will put herself first. 

#hellmersmyopathy #;They send me greeting cards [ask] #;I've had to draw a conclusion [headcanon]

[beartamed-archived]

@hellmersmyopathy asked: ❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

No, you’re not. Helsinki wished he could spit out those words, but something in the other man’s eyes showed a hint of compassion. Was it possible that Berlin had changed? Was he actually sorry? Had he lost his patriarchal views? Or was Nairobi just an exception?

Maybe this wasn’t even about Nairobi. Maybe this was about Palermo. They all knew Helsinki was in love with him; it was no secret, and yet Berlin would pull him back in every single time, and Helsinki would be left alone, out in the cold. At least he’d had Nairobi to comfort him before. Now, he didn’t have her. He had no one. He hesitated, then moved his gaze to the man’s face. It was impossible to tell whether he was an amazing actor or whether he actually felt sorry for him. What did it matter? Words couldn’t bring Nairobi back. Words couldn’t make Palermo fall in love with him, not with Berlin around.

“I don’t want your fucking sympathy. Just leave me alone.”

#hellmersmyopathy

[herocomplex-archived]

@hellmersmyopathy asked: “why are you still here?”

Why was he here? Wasn’t it obvious? Arturo’s eyes narrowed slightly in confusion, but as usual, he couldn’t meet Berlin’s gaze. He never could. He didn’t have to say anything; he was under no obligation to respond, but the legitimate love in his heart forced the words out of his mouth. “For her.”

Why had he run into the Bank in the first place? It was all to save her, to rescue her from the group of terrorists who had kidnapped her and her unborn child — his child, too. “Everything I’ve done has been for her. I love her, and I-I’m sorry if you don’t understand that, but maybe it’s because you’ve been divorced five times.” Yes, Arturo remembered every fucking word Berlin had ever spoken; he lived inside the man’s mind, tormenting him whenever he could. “That’s not what love is.” He paused, looking down and remembering all those times he’d been told to shut up, that he wasn’t a hero, that he was an idiot. None of that was true, and he knew it. “You’re supposed to be dead, so… why are you still here?” he asked quietly, not raising his gaze.

#hahaha imagine saying true love is cheating on your wife #hellmersmyopathy

[fantasywritten]

@hellmersmyopathy asked: [  INTERRUPTED  ] :  as sender and receiver lean in to kiss they are interrupted by a third party.  | for Martín (the annoying third party is probably Sergio)

HE’D BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT all his life. It had been years of torture and pent-up sexual tension, watching Andrés’ marriages fail over and over again, watching and waiting. ALWAYS WAITING for this moment, the moment that he’d never thought would come. But it was here.

They were SO CLOSE, so close that Martín could feel his lover’s breath against his face. He wanted this — he NEEDED this. Instinctively, Martín’s arms slid around Andrés’ waist, resisting the urge to MOAN at how good the other man’s body felt against his. He’d been waiting, waiting SO DAMN LONG, and he couldn’t wait anymore. He leaned forward, and…

“Andrés?”

WHIRLING AROUND to face the intruder, Martín barely resisted the urge to scowl. Fucking Sergio. Fucking Sergio Marquina, El Profesor, who had no friends and no girlfriend, the CONSTANT third wheel. There was genuine rage in Martín’s eyes, though he managed to hide it behind a forced smile. “Sergio. We were just getting ready for dinner.” Martín’s gaze snapped to Andrés, blue eyes PLEADING with him.

Get rid of him.

#this got lONG BUT HERE YOU GO #✽ (004.) i was a dreamer before you went and let me down (palermo) #hellmersmyopathy #✽ (ship) — i can't seem to get enough hurting from our lack of love (martín & andrés) #✽ (answered) — ask and you shall receive #might change the ship tag later idk

[multimuse-rp-archived]

⚰️ for Martín, since you asked for this :)

from here

OH, JOY. Here we go.

Obviously, he fell into a DEEPLY depressive state. He still saw Andrés everywhere; he still dreamed of him, not that he really slept. He never moved on. Not a day went by — not an HOUR — where he didn’t think of Andrés. He could barely cope. He attempted to follow Andrés multiple times, but he could never really go through with it. He nearly drank himself to death. His entire personality changed; he was no longer the man he’d been before, because HIS SOULMATE was dead. Andrés had been a part of him, if not ALL of him, and losing him was drop devastating to even put into words. It was shock, sadness, grief, ANGER, depression… all five stages of grief except for acceptance. He never accepted it.

#suicide mention tw #hope you’re happy </3 /j #✽ (004.) i was a dreamer before you went and let me down (palermo) #hellmersmyopathy #ship tag tba

[destruqtivist]

closed for @hellmersmyopathy​.

Perhaps her opinion of him did not matter in the slightest. He was a difficult person to read and truthfully, she wasn’t the type to be able to fully grasp it anyways. What she knew was very limited to a certain range of skills. It’s what made her good for the heist but also made her terrible at interacting with others when there was a dispute. Hadn’t they learned that the best? She would have killed him. ❝ Where you ever going to tell me? ❞ She asks lightly, head cocked to the side. As if it would have made any difference. As if she would have grown any less hostile. ❝ If we hadn’t nearly died―would you have ever mentioned that it was you and not your brother who choose me for this? ❞ It would have changed things for her. Maybe alter her perception of the Professor slightly, unable to believe his faith in her when it hadn’t been that way.  ❝ I wouldn’t have... ❞  She might have.  ❝ I wouldn’t have gone psycho on you. ❞ She might have been courtesy for once in her life and extended some faith in him back. Maybe.

#hellmersmyopathy #( ⚜ ) tokyo // * dialogue. #( so when we wrote that emo shit about them dying ) #( what if they survived it and she is like ?? wait )

[impulsivemoney]

      @hellmersmyopathy    asked    :    “ … is there something you want? “

           PEOPLE    DO    STUPID    SHIT    WITH    TIME    ON    THEIR    HANDS    .    .    .    or maybe that’s just me.    maybe i just get bored too easily.

      shoulders shrug in response    ,    seat taken across the table from the rather abrasive man.    they haven’t spoken much    ;    haven’t truly gotten to know each other.    deep down she knows he isn’t really interested in getting to know her.    whether it’s because el profesor told them all to stay distant    ,    or because he’s just an asshole is beyond her.    impulses have led her to río    (    something she’ll come to regret in the future    )    & in turn    ,    she’s having the time of her life    !    berlin needs to lighten up a little    :    mess around    !

      nails scrape across the table carefully    ;    digits taking hold of the bottle in between them    ,    opposing hand taking a glass.    (    they should probably clean up after themselves    ,    but who thinks about that while intoxicated    ?    )    ❛    no    –    vino    ?    ❜    head tilts gently    ,    smirk playing to plump lips.    crimson liquid begins to pour    ,    elbow resting on the table as chin sits upon open palm.    ❛    party a little    ?    ❜

#hellmersmyopathy #⌜ answered. ⌟ #⌜ dynamics. ⌟ ‣ tokyo & berlin. #⌜ verses. ⌟ ‣ main ii.