Portugal: There's Plenty Of Fish In The Sea, But There's Also Plenty Of Trash.

Bucky:”Don’t you just hate when people boss you around like “you lost a lot of blood,you should get help” like excuse me this is my stab wound.Stay out of it”

Sam:”YOU’VE BEEN STABBED?!?!?!”

Bucky:”Like i said,my stab wound,stay out of it”

Sam:?!?!?!?!?!

my tears richochet — taylor swift

sambucky + two truths and a lie (insp.)

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I’d honestly pick a New England state or NY if I was them lol

California and Florida are sitting in jail together

Florida: So who should we call?

California: I'd call Texas, but I feel safer in jail.

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Ricordami Lullaby

I wrote this recently, I hope you all like it. Also the song is from Coco.

It’s not unusual for Feliciano to have nightmares or for his dreams to be just memories he’d rather forget. Lovino knew from the moment Feli stepped foot into his room, in the middle of the night, with silent tears streaming down his face and a downcast look, that the dreams that plagued his fratello this night were memories. He also knew from the way he was fidgeting that those memories were about Holy Rome. Lovino sighed and moved over allowing Feliciano to enter his room and curl up next to him on the bed. When the tears flowed for more then an hour, he knew he had to do more.

“Feli do want want to talk about.” He shook his head so hard that Lovino swore his brains would fly out of his ears.

“Idiota! You’ll make your depressed hangover even worse in the morning if you keep that up!” Poor Feliciano started to tremble and whimper.

I’m the idiota for raising my voice when he’s in this state. Lovino rolled his eyes at himself.

He needed to come up with solution for this problem as quickly as possible, as they needed to be up and out of the house early. He searched through his memories until something finally clicked and he hoped that it might help. He gently started carding his fingers through his fratello’s hair being mindful of the curl. Finally Feliciano started to calm, but the tears continued.

Lovino took a breath and sighed knowing what he had to say.

“Feli do you remember when we were young before that tomato bastard and the jerky ascot guy separated us?” Lovino spat out, then Feli whimpered. He realized his tone had become bitter and irritated. Realizing this he took a moment, sighed and calmed his voice once more.

“Remember when we were bambino’s and we lived with Grandpa Rome?”

Lovino held his breath for a moment hoping Feli would respond. His fratello made the slightest movement of his head. Lovino would not have known if he wasn’t playing with Feli’s hair. He decided to take that as a nod.

“Grandpa Rome would tuck us in every night and sing us a song.” Lovino reminisced. “And if we woke with nightmares he’d rush into comfort us and sing to us until we fell back asleep? I remember waking up a few times and he’d still be holding you and sitting in that rocking chair he made for us.” Lovino prays that these memories will combat the harsh ones going through Feli’s mind and not make it worse. Losing Grandpa Rome was incredibly difficult for Feli in particular. Lovino always had a stiff upper lip so he could protect Feli when possible. He always waited until he was alone to have any kind of breakdown.

Feli glanced up at him with his bloodshot eyes and tear stained face. And softly nodded again.

“Do you remember how it goes?” Feli’s eyes widened a bit, but he still said nothing and proceeded to cast his gaze downward once more.

“I think maybe it started like this.” Knowing full well what the lyrics were. He could never forget. They’re tattooed on his heart. Lovino took a deep breath and started to sing.

Ripensa a me

Non dimenticarlo mai

Lovino already felt Feli’s tremors start to dissipate. One lyric in and Feli was already starting to calm.

Ricordami

Dovunque tu sarai

Feli’s breathing is starting to even out. Lovino hears him sniffle a little bit and then sigh. If Lovino is being honest with himself, this making him emotional as well. He missed Grandpa Rome deeply.

Lo sai che devi fare se

Non sono insieme a te

Ascolta la canzone e tu

Sarai vicino a me

Lovino hears the crack in his own voice. He wonders if Grandpa Rome would be proud of him, for caring for his fratello. He will never know the answer for sure, but he hopes the answer is yes.

Ricordami

Ora devo andare via

He thinks possibly Feli has fallen asleep, but then notices his fingers, very lightly moving on the blanket to the tone of the song, his head still in Lovino’s lap.

Ripensa a me

Sentendo questa melodia

Feli finally looks Lovino in the eye and blinks. The looks as if he almost wants to ask a question but then finds the answer all on his own. His fratello takes a breath and does something that completely shocks him.

Feli started to sing along. Their voices harmonized for the final verse.

Uniremo con le note il cuore e le anime

Il tuo amore rimarrà sempre per me

Lovino freezes for a moment when Feli starts sniffling again, but finally for the first time that night he speaks.

“Grazie, Lovi.” Lovino looks down to see the meekest smile on his fratello’s face. He follows that thought with “I miss him.”

It’s a simple sentence that Lovino has heard countless times come out of his fratello’s mouth. He had to resist rolling his eyes and making a nasty face. He hated that kid for breaking Feli’s heart. Hate is not a strong enough word. He had seething blinding hate for him. He finally sighed because you simply cannot kill those who are already dead. He decided that in that moment Feli needed for Lovino to remain calm.

“I know, fratello.” Feli looked up at him almost surprised that Lovino didn’t give him some other answer.

“It’s Grandpa Rome who I miss the most.” Lovino’s almost stunned at that response. Feli is just not as vocal about it as he is about Holy Rome. Lovino has so many things he want to respond with. Instead he says something simple and reassuring.

“Me too.” Suddenly he felt Feli’s gentle touch on his cheek. He’s brushing away tears that Lovino didn’t know he was shedding.

“I know.” The cheeky bastard has a sly knowing smile on his face. Lovino’s too tired to be dealing with all of this right now. He turns to shut the bedside lamp off. He lay down hoping to get at least a few hours of shut eye before the world meeting in the morning.

“Grazie again Lovi.” He hears his fratello say.

“You speak of this to no one! Especially España or I will have no choice but to kill you. This night never happened!” Lovino screamed/grumbled at his brother. It irritated him to no end when that idiota snickered.

“Sì Lovi. Ti amo.”

“Why is it you must always smell of garlic?” He sighed to himself before whispering in a low voice, “Ti amo fratello.”

And with that he heard Feli start to snore lightly as he himself drifted off to sleep. Both were able to sleep peacefully until morning.

Damn babygirl your worldview is relentlessly negative and terrifying