#hellmersmyopathy

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

@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.

@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.

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.

@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.”

      @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    !

@hellmersmyopathy asked: “call me now. it’s urgent.” | for Martín

SEEING THAT TEXT understandably made Martín’s heart drop. His heart rate increased every time he saw Andrés’ name appear on his phone, let alone getting a text like this. His mind raced with a thousand questions, and for a moment, he felt FROZEN with fear — fear that he’d been caught, fear that he was in jail, fear that he could be fatally injured.

He finally came to his senses and dialed the number.

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.