#i just really need a bubble tea i think it would fix me

[allbeendonebefore]

(sets the candle down and materialises a cup of decaf tea) so anyways after being very ill and then subsequently being possessed to catalogue, reorder, rebox and label every single cd, dvd and video game I could find in the house (successfully) I'm feeling quite refreshed so I'm going to finally go out tomorrow and get bubble tea or something you guys want anything while I'm out you just let me know

[delfiore]

—I'LL NEVER WIN YOUR HEART.

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

synopsis: aside from endless hatred and devastating love, you don’t know anything else when it comes to alexia.

word count: 2k

tw: aNGST, spicy stuff, enemies to lovers to ……….?

a/n: wow has it really been a month since i last posted that's insane (i'm not being sarcastic i'm actually so shook at how fast time passes).

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Her eyebrows narrowed. Her jaw clenched. Her eyes lasered in like a hawk.

Even from across the club, several of your teammates knew to get the hell out of her way when she made a beeline towards you.

Alexia was scary when she was angry. There was an untouchable force to her that made one cower under her steely gaze. You used to feel the effect of it, once upon a time, but recently it was almost a weekly occurrence that she would direct her hardened gaze at you.

And now, as she fixed that deathly glare onto you, you felt your arm being yanked just as you were about to kiss the beautiful stranger you met mere minutes ago.

“What the fuck, Alexia!” Admittedly, you were buzzed, and any obstruction to your enjoyment would irritate you.

“Come with me,” she gritted her teeth.

“No! Let me go!”

She tugged on your arm and dragged you away despite your protests. The bathroom at the back of this club was filthy, and the door barely did anything to block out the thumping music outside, but Alexia pushed you into one of the stalls anyway, caging you in between her arms on either side of your head.

You had half a heart to slap her across the face when she shoved you against the divider and kissed you like a barbarian, lips and teeth clashing against one another in a heated mess. She had no right to do this, but her entitlement made it so you were trapped in her grasp again.

The worst part was that you enjoyed it, very much, especially when she went on her knees to do what she always did best.

It happened not too dissimilar to how it started. Your frustration mixed with her only ensured you both collided in the most spectacular way. You remembered arguing with her after a horrible game, both of you throwing blame at each other. It happened so quickly, that before you knew it, your hatred had turned to lust. Hatefucking, as one might call it. Suddenly, all you could think about each day was how much you hated Alexia and couldn't wait to fall into bed with her.

“You can’t just do that and pretend like nothing happened.”

Your words came out rushed as you were still trying to catch your breath. Alexia exited the stall and went to wash her hands, doing so with a frustrating nonchalance.

She met your gaze in the mirror. “Can’t I?”

You scoffed. “Why do I bother? La Reina never gets off her high horse, does she? You’ve never respected me, ever.”

“That’s not true.” Her eyes flickered, and you thought you could see unspoken words behind them.

“Then what was that earlier?” You asked, irritated.

“I should ask you the same question,” she said firmly. “I thought we were fine. And now I see you grinding on some girl at the club? I mean—what is this, Y/N?”

It was always like that with Alexia, and if she didn’t say what she wanted to say, then you couldn’t help her.

“It’s not like you care,” you gritted your teeth. “I hope you had fun with Olga, by the way.”

Now it was her turn to scoff. “She’s my friend.”

“She was also your ex.”

“Can’t I be friends with my ex? And who are you to tell me who I should and shouldn’t hang out with?”

She was right. You had no place in her life to be telling her that. It was purely your desire, or a lack thereof, to hold a special place in her heart, but maybe you were foolish to wish for it when there has been so much history between you.

You chewed on your bottom lip, a habit you had since you were young. You suddenly felt the bathroom walls closing in on you—you needed to get out of there quickly.

Wordlessly, you shoved past her and returned to the club, the music once again deafening and pumping in your chest. You expelled a breath; the cute stranger was nowhere to be seen, and neither were Patri and Pina, with whom you came. That’s fine, there was an entire nightclub’s worth of people. You would find at least one person who would make you forget how much you despised Alexia and—maybe for the night—how much you loved her.

The story could have gone so differently. You two were similar in age, grew within the ranks of the Spanish youth teams together, then played at Barcelona together. You both played in midfield and younger players looked to you for guidance and leadership. Yet, it was known among your teammates that the two of you couldn’t stand to be in the same room. Ever since you were young, your similar play styles and clashing personalities ensured that you always butt heads on the field, and eventually, off it too. You grew up with this hatred of Alexia, as she did of you, but you could barely remember why. You were brazen and Alexia was cold, and that never worked for either of you.

It seemed she had had enough of your attitude one day, and shoved you so hard in training you thought you might have sprained an ankle. Some of the other girls noticed her distaste for you and started to distance themselves to gain favor with her. Then, Alexia became the best player in Spain, and you were always in her shadow. The media called you her ‘healthy rivalry’, even when you played for the same club. If you didn’t hate her as much as you did, they all ensured that you would never be able to get along ever again.

There was a memory that you buried deep inside, but it would easily surface again on nights like this. It made you question everything you’ve felt for Alexia, this thorn in your side that has never let you know peace

It was the summer of 2012 at a Spain U-19 camp. You had barely gotten any sleep the night before you came because it was your first call-up to represent your country. Alexia, of course, had become a familiar face in the team by the time you arrived. She wasn’t seen at breakfast one morning, and a coach said that she was dealing with personal matters. What you didn’t anticipate was finding her sitting alone by the steps of an entrance bawling her eyes out. You had tried to retreat, but Alexia had looked up before you could go.

“S-Sorry, I’ll just—”

“Mi papá . . .” Her voice was quiet like she didn’t want you to hear. Then, she burst into tears again. You had never seen Alexia like this, so distraught and vulnerable. The friends she liked to keep around were nowhere to be seen either. She never liked to appear weak in front of others.

Against your better judgment, you approached and sat next to her. “What happened?”

Exhaling shakily, she answered. “He was very sick. I just got the call from my mom.”

Your mouth hung open, unable to form words. As Alexia smeared her tears away with the back of her sleeve, she suddenly appeared younger and unlike the captain that you’ve come to know her. She was just a girl, who’d had something terrible happen to her, and you would be the biggest jerk not to push whatever you had between you aside.

“I’m sorry,” you only managed to say.

She said nothing and rested her face on the inside of her elbows.

“I’m sure he was very proud of you.”

“Please don’t say anything,” she breathed out, making you wince.

“Okay.”

Alexia sniffled. “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”

“Okay,” you nodded slightly. You didn’t like talking about your feelings either. It was the first thing you found Alexia and you had in common.

You started to feel sick. Your head spun like you had just stepped out of a washing machine, but still, you reached for the passing bartender who looked at you with patronizing eyes.

“Another.”

“Y/N, that’s enough.”

You pushed her hand away, mentally cursing at her interruption.

“Fuck off.”

“I’m gonna have to explain to Jona why you’re still shitfaced at training tomorrow.”

“Fuck. Off. I don’t fucking care.”

Then, you heard her say something she had never said to you before. “Please. Let’s go home.”

The truth was, you never wanted to protest her. Maybe the years have softened you, but you didn’t want to admit how much you craved her affection. There were times when you despised her and thought her the lowest form of a human being.

“Please don’t do this,” you pleaded. You felt your heart hammering in your chest, as you watched her frantically spring out of bed.

“I—uh, have to go. I’m meeting someone for lunch.” She replied, reaching for her pants strewn across the floor.

“Ale, I’m sorry . . .” You managed a pathetic whimper, tears threatening to fall. “Can we just pretend I never said anything?”

How is it that she had made you feel so euphoric merely moments later, and now you felt like you had hit rock bottom? Only because those stupid words slipped out of your mouth.

. . . But was it such a crime to tell her that you loved her, when it was your truth?

You learned the hard way that Alexia didn’t want what you wanted. Maybe it was just her, or maybe it was you, and she didn’t want anything to do with you. If that were true, you were foolish to think for even a second that she would. You never gave her much to like anyway.

But still, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have any feelings for her. But aside from endless hatred and devastating love, you don’t know anything else when it comes to Alexia.

She had brought you back to your apartment, supporting you by holding you close and guiding you inside gradually.

The moment you hit the mattress, you groaned at the snugness of your own bed. Your eyes were barely open, but you saw the way she pulled your shoes off your feet and coaxed you to sit up so she could shed your outer coat.

But that was it. She was afraid to help you further, as it would resurface emotions Alexia thought should be buried, emotions that reminded her of sleepless nights and passion.

“Why are you so quick to get away from me?” You mumbled into your pillow.

You heard her sigh. “I brought you home, didn’t I?”

“Am I really that detestable that you wouldn’t even look at me?”

Her eyes met yours, but unlike earlier in the night, they now held a softness. “You know I don’t hate you. I never did.”

“Then stay.” You whispered, your head still spinning, but all you could focus on was her. “Stay with me. Please, we won’t do anything. I just don’t want to be alone.”

You didn’t care that you were begging her. You were tired of being pulled from end to end, and it was so much easier to love than to hate her.

You thought she would laugh in your face, pack her things and leave. Yet, when you opened your eyes again, she was lying in bed next to you, under the cover and all. She had changed into your clothes, so much more time had passed than you had thought.

“Go to sleep. We have training tomorrow,” Alexia whispered, her lips brushing your forehead softly.

You obliged, nuzzling your head into her chest as you let the comfort of her embrace lull you to sleep. You were too tired to fight it, to tell her no, that you would talk to her seriously about the two of you, even if you were drunk. It wasn’t the first time you had fallen for Alexia’s lies; all the other times, she left you in the dirt after giving you her everything for you to pick up the pieces yourself.

You hated her because you loved her. But maybe this is enough, you thought before sleep took over, just for tonight.

Maybe tomorrow will be different.

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Grief/Mourning

Words: 993

@wolfstarmicrofic

***

Sirius arrived at Remus’ cottage yesterday on Dumbledore's orders. It wasn’t that Remus minded, but a heads up would have been preferable to a bedraggled, but grinning Sirius just appearing at his door at 11 pm.

He made them both tea, and some toast for Sirius, and they sat on Remus’ worn sofa staring at each other for a few minutes.

“Would you like a bath?” Remus asked eventually.

“Is that your polite Moony way of telling me I smell?” Sirius laughed. “I’d love a bath, actually. Can’t remember the last time I had a bath.”

Remus nodded and took his tea into the bathroom to start running a bath. Sirius lingered in the doorway, sipping his own tea from his favourite mug. Remus had felt silly for keeping it but now, seeing it in his hands again, he was grateful to his ridiculous brain for forbidding him from throwing it away.

“Can’t believe you kept this,” Sirius said quietly. “Thank you.” Remus just smiled at him, “So. I’m assuming that Dumbledore didn’t warn you that I’d be here?”

“He didn’t,” Remus added bubbles to the bath, to Sirius’ delight. “But I’m glad you’re here. We have a lot of catching up to do.” Sirius smiled at him as he tested the temperature of the water. “I think this is done. Towels are on the rail. Do you need—”

“Would you stay in here with me?” Sirius’ gaze was fixed on the cup in his hands. “Please?”

Remus nodded, “Of course. Whatever you need.”

He looked away as Sirius shed his clothes and slid into the steaming water. He continued looking away as Sirius groaned blissfully before sitting on the floor with his back against the tub.

“You cut your hair.” Sirius said, “It’s nice.”

“Thanks. Uh, do you want some help with yours?” Remus asked, “I have conditioner. It wouldn’t be too hard to detangle, I’m sure.”

“You don’t think I should just cut it all off?” Sirius sounded surprised.

“Well, do you want to cut it all off?”

“No,” He said in a small voice, “But I convinced myself that was the only way of salvaging it. It’s pretty bad. There are no hairbrushes in Azkaban, but I think being Padfoot helped.”

“We’ll figure it out.” He turned his head slightly to smile at Sirius.

“Thanks, Moons.” Remus thought his heart might stop hearing Sirius call him ‘Moons’ again, but he schooled his features and took a couple of deep breaths. “You alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rested his head on the edge of the tub. “You want me to put some music on? I have all our old records.”

“Of course you do.” Sirius chuckled, “Oh, shit. I bet I’ve missed so much. How many new Queen albums are there?”

And it was at that moment that Remus’ heart broke. Sirius, he realised, had no idea that his idol was dead. He really had missed so much. It had only been a few years since Freddie Mercury’s death, but it still devastated Remus when he thought of the end of his life or listened to The Show Must Go On. So he tried not to.

“There were a few in the 80s,” Remus said, guardedly.

“But nothing new?” Sirius swirled his hands under the hot water and smiled at the sensation. Then he paused and looked up at Remus. “Please don’t tell me they split up.”

Remus shook his head but knew his eyes were about to spill over and give him away. “Worse, sorry.”

Sirius stilled, “Tell me.”

“In the 80s, there was this illness that mostly affected queer people, queer men especially. AIDS. It’s not a death sentence anymore, but it was then. It was terrifying. So many of us died, Pads. Freddie died. A few years ago. It was awful.” He inhaled sharply, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked up at Sirius and saw his face frozen in a look of pure anguish. A single tear rolled down his right cheek as a sob choked out from his chest. “No.” He whispered, “No.”

Remus turned around, no longer caring about seeing Sirius’ body. He reached out a hand to wipe the tear away and Sirius grasped it in his own. Remus sat on the side of the bath and pulled Sirius into his chest, wet clothes be damned. Sirius sobbed as Remus held him, stroked his matted hair, and rubbed his back.

“I’m sorry,” Remus said again. “Queen and Bowie released a single together, days after you went to Azkaban*. It felt like the cruellest thing in the universe on top of everything else. There’s a lot you haven’t heard. We can listen when you’re ready. I didn’t even think about…”

They stayed like that until the bath water was cold, Sirius bordering on catatonic, nodding as Remus told him about songs and albums that he’d love. Sirius wondered what the point was. Everyone was dead or dying, Voldemort was back, and he had no way of protecting Harry, or Remus. He closed his eyes as Remus gently washed his hair with warm water and did his best to detangle the knots. He stared vacantly at the ceiling of Remus’ bedroom for hours and listened to Remus breathe.

After a few hours, he got up and headed for the record player. He rifled through Remus’ records until one caught his eye, with cartoon versions of the band on the front, ‘A Kind of Magic’. He scanned the tracklist and found himself drawn to side 2. He slipped it onto the turntable, dropping the needle onto the vinyl, a very familiar crackle that made him smile tentatively as he turned the volume down.

As soon as the vocals started There’s no time for us, There's no place for us, Sirius found himself crying again. Within seconds Remus’ arms were around him and he held on tight. He wasn’t sure which of them started swaying gently first.

Who waits forever anyway?

***

* this is my villain origin story.

[into-deepspace]

Hello! Hope you're having a great day!

May I request for Rafayel's reaction when MC comes out as non-binary? It's something that's never left my head since I started playing lnds. I can't help but worry if it'd change things for him even though I know it won't (insecurity did a number on me🥹). What if MC wanted to present themes as masc/femme? How would he react?

Sorry if this is too long and complicated and I understand if you don't want to write for this but if you do write it it'd mean the world to me. Thank you for reading this ask🌸🌸

aaa of course!!! dw it wasn't long or complicated at all! i had a lot of fun writing this, and i rlly hope i did rafayel justice here <33 i feel like it ended awkwardly but ah what can u do. anywayyyy:

as you are

rafayel/mc • nonbinary mc • 1.6k • ao3 link requests open, reblogs appreciated! mild hurt/comfort || coming out || tooth-rotting fluff || established relationship

MC stares at themselves in the mirror fixing their hair nervously. In twenty minutes, they’re meeting Rafayel at a cafe, one of their favourites. They’d made the plans several days ago, and have been nervously thinking through every possibility ever since. After all, coming out, no matter who it’s to, is nerve wracking.

“I need to talk to you,” they’d sent him, late in the evening when both of them really should have been asleep. Despite the late hour, typing bubbles immediately popped up from Rafayel’s end. He sends a sticker of a distressed yellow bird, then a message.

Rafayel, 11:48 PM are u breaking up with me :(

A bit frantic, MC typed back a quick response. Of course Rafayel, ever dramatic, would assume the worst.

MC, 11:48 PM No omg?

Rafayel, 11:48 PM DUN SCARE ME LIKE THAT THEN???? Those are FIGHTING WORDS. fighting words i tell u!!

MC sighed, but couldn't help but laugh a bit. It was never a dull moment with him around, one of the things they have always loved about him. They explained that no, they're not breaking up with him, but they did have something a little more serious they needed to talk with him about.

Rafayel, 12:03 AM okayyyy spill the beans cutie wait no serious I Am Prepared To Listen To Your Words. Please Begin.

MC, 12:04 AM Actually, i wanted to talk in person Can we meet @ our usual cafe on saturday

They waited nervously for Rafayel's response, picking at a stray thread in their blanket. But as usual, they had nothing to worry about

Rafayel, 12:05 AM ofc ofc ill buy u a tea and a cake and we can talk <3

They couldn't help but smile at their phone. He was always so sweet, so ready to adjust and accommodate. They just hope he’ll be the same way about this new revelation.

Now, MC has been going by their chosen name for a long while, so long that most people don’t even know the name they were given at birth. They’ve always presented a little more [femme/masc] than their peers, and Rafayel didn’t seem to mind any of that. If anything, he encouraged it, saying that the way they expressed themselves was art in it of itself. But would this, their coming out, be a piece of the puzzle that he wasn’t okay with?

MC sighs, smoothing their clothes one last time and telling themselves that they really do need to get going. Sitting here and stewing in their anxieties isn’t going to make anything better. They grab their bike helmet and make their way down to the street, setting off.

An uneventful drive later, they arrive at the cafe and park, fixing their hair in their phone camera after they take their helmet off. It seems Rafayel hasn’t arrived yet, which means they can go in and order for themselves. Usually, they’re fine with Rafayel paying for their treats, but what if he’s upset this time? What if he realizes he’s spent money on someone he can’t accept.

Just as they’re pulling their card from their wallet to pay for their drink and pastry, an arm wraps around their waist and lips press against their cheek, startling them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafayel says, tone light and joking as he slips their wallet from their hands, tucking it back into their pocket. Ignoring their protests, he turns to the person at the register. “Add a vanilla iced coffee to that please, with… hm, six sugars.” MC can only watch as his drink is added to the total and he slots his card into the reader, looking pleased with himself.

Rafayel takes their hand and walks them over to a table by the window, pulling out their chair for them with a dramatic flourish. Normally, MC would laugh at his antics, but they’re too nervous right now to manage anything more than a tight smile. Rafayel, of course, notices right away.

“What’s wrong, cutie?” he asks, taking their hands as he kneels in front of their chair. MC takes a shaky breath, trying to school their expression into something at least neutral.

“I’m okay,” they say. “I promise.” For a moment, Rafayel tilts his head and searches their face. Then, with a sigh, he stands, pressing a kiss to their knuckles as he does.

“Okay,” he smiles. “We’ll talk once you’ve got something tasty to keep you company, okay?” This prompts a smile, a little more real this time, from MC.

“Okay,” they whisper.

Ever the gentleman, Rafayel goes to retrieve their order, tasting his own drink before adding two more pumps of sugary syrup to it and sprinkling cinnamon across the top. He comes back to their table, setting MC’s portion in front of them. They taste their own drink and nod in satisfaction, cutting a piece of their pastry to place into their mouth.

“Do you want some?” they ask, offering a forkful to Rafayel. With an easy smile, he waves away their question.

“Nah,” he says. “This here is sweet enough.” He shakes his drink, the ice in it rattling as specks of cinnamon swirl around. MC nods, taking the bite for themselves.

They let themselves savor the moment for a bit before speaking. After all, they don’t know if this is something they’ll ever have again. They make their way about halfway through the pastry before they take another long sip of their drink and fold their hands in their lap.

“I have something I need to tell you,” they say, before they can lose their resolve. “...Please don’t be upset with me.” Rafayel smiles, reaching across the table with his palm up, gesturing for their hand. MC obliges, tangling their fingers together, and Rafayel squeezes reassuringly.

“I won’t be,” he promises. “You can tell me anything. I swear.”

MC takes a deep breath. They appreciate that he’s putting his usual jokes and quips aside, sensing the nervous gravity of the moment, but it almost makes them even more anxious. Biting their lip, MC decides it’s better to rip the metaphorical band-aid off in one go.

“I’m nonbinary,” they say simply. “And I’m sorry I’ve been keeping this from you.”

Rafayel blinks for a moment, silent. MC feels their eyes sting.

“What?”

“Uh.” Out of all the scenarios they’d mentally prepared for, this wasn’t one of them. “You know,” they begin, “like, I’m not a guy, but I’m also not a girl. It’s-”

“No, I know what nonbinary means, silly,” Rafayel grins. “Why would you ever think I’d be upset at you over this?” MC feels the sting in their eyes become welling moisture, and Rafayel scrambles to drag his chair around to their side of the table and pull them into a tight embrace.

“I thought you were gonna tell me that you were moving away, or that you lost your job or something!” he says, rocking them back and forth, gently, slowly. With a shaky breath, MC tucks their face into Rafayel’s shoulder, smiling to themselves. But he’s not done, continuing as he pulls them tighter.

“And if you come to me tomorrow and say you feel some other way, or that you want to change your name or buy new clothes or change your hair, that’s okay! MC, I love you no matter what. I promise, something like this is never ever going to come between me and you.” They’re full on sobbing now, the relief that comes with acceptance and the lovely promises spilling from Rafayel’s lips making all sorts of emotions surge in their chest.

Rafayel pulls back, cupping their face with one hand and wiping their tears away with the other. He smiles, a radiant and loving thing, and MC can’t help but give a breathy, relieved laugh as he leans in to place light little kisses along their cheeks.

“I don’t know why I was so nervous,” MC admits. “You never did anything to make me worried about this.” Rafayel shrugs.

“It’s a big thing to tell someone,” he says. “I’m proud of you. I know this took a lot.”

“It really did,” MC acknowledges. Rafayel ruffles their hair affectionately before scooting his chair back over to his side, keeping one of MC’s hands in his own.

“Okay, okay,” he says, buzzing with energy now that the serious moment is waning. “Finish your pastry and then we can go shopping.” MC blinks, surprised.

“We weren’t planning on going-”

“Uh-uh!” Rafayel cuts in, waving a hand in their face and startling a laugh from them. “Shhhh, we’re going shopping. You wanna go buy pretty things with me soooo bad. You would never think of saying no to this lovely face of mine.”

“Oh, my god,” MC laughs, nearly dropping their fork. “You’re so dramatic.” In response, Rafayel gives a pleased smile and makes a motion as if flicking hair behind his shoulder. MC shakes their head good naturedly, taking another bite of their pastry.

They do, in fact, end up out in the shops, and Rayafel buys them a jacket they’ve been eyeing for a long while. The two of them swing their intertwined hands between them as they walk, enjoying each others’ presence. It’s late in the evening by the time they decide to part ways, and even then, Rafayel convinces MC to sleep over at his house.

A couple hours later, laying in bed, MC watches Rafayel’s sleeping face with a soft smile. They never thought they’d be lucky enough for a relationship like this.

[j0kers-light]

Imagine y/n shows up to joker wearing a playboy bunny suit and ears and fluffy tail with rope in her hands.

I’m squealing just thinking about it.

His Lighthouse: Joker’s Bunny (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Joker’s Bunny - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon 🖤✨

I love love loved this imagine! I can’t believe tumblr had the audacity to delete it! It’s been sitting in the inbox since August 7th! Yay for refreshing?

Anyhooooooo I’ve been merging asks to dwindle the numbers down and I came across one that…. well.. It’s not my cup of tea. BUT! If it's up your alley (lol no pun intended) it's implied. I’ll mark it with an ** and let you figure it out. I do regret to inform that this is rather short because I love to tease. I will return to this idea later 😏

I won’t add a tag list until I complete this oneshot!

It was only supposed to be a nickname, an inside joke to use however Joker seemed fit. He gave you so many, it was hard to keep up with them all— yet this one stuck.

You were naturally curious, a timid little thing and overly cautious.

You always weighed out the options presented to you before jumping all in. Joker said it as a joke all those months ago but overtime, it became something more. One could argue that you adopted the moniker.

You responded to it without fuss and rarely rolled your eyes or huffed under your breath whenever he used it.

You would tilt your head and scrunch your nose to really bring the nickname to life. One random day you found yourself accepting the name when you used the emoji to refer to yourself.

You were without a doubt, Joker’s Bunny. He never thought you would take the title so seriously.

Joker groaned to himself.

Whhhhhy didn’t he stay with you tonight? You practically begged him to with those e/c eyes of yours but he stood firm on his ‘I have to go, it's im-port-ant’ spiel.

You pouted but sent him off with a kiss. Now Joker regretted his decision as each boring minute dragged on during this briefing. To be fair, it was important. Too bad Joker wasn’t listening. He spent his time staring off into space. daydreaming about you.

He wondered what you cooked tonight. Was it that new recipe you wanted to try or did you play it safe and fix one of his favorites? He loved your cooking and could go for a hearty meal after sitting through this snoozefest.

His thoughts were plenty and quickly changed. Did you take a bubble bath with that new bath bomb he bought you? Joker saw it in passing and immediately thought of you after seeing its onyx and opal swirls in the store.

If he remembered correctly it was called Night Sky and smelled like forbidden fruits. It had your name written all over it. So what if he stole a few for you?

Joker was envisioning your body soaking in the tinted water when his phone chiming startled him out of the fantasy.

He fished it out of his coat pocket and arched an eyebrow when he saw your message come through. Speak of an angel and you appear.

you coming home?

J smirked to himself after reading the word home.

It stirred up a flurry of emotions within him every time you used it. Joker thought he had no need for a home until you entered his life and proved him wrong. Every person needs a home; his just so happened to be you.

And Joker was feeling a bit homesick.

He found your message a bit odd since you knew he was overseeing a meeting tonight. Did something happen or were you just as needy as he was? He really should’ve stayed at home with you in the first place. Joker sighed and scanned the room.

The team was talking amongst themselves on how to pull off the hit without gaining the authorities’ attention. Joker drowned them out thirty minutes ago. He was only here for appearance’s sake and could care less.

They could iron out the details without him and that became the determining factor to answer your question. With a roll of his green eyes, he replied.

What’s in it 4 me?

Joker watched three tiny dots appear and fade multiple times over a course of several minutes. Whatever you wanted to say was deleted over and over until Joker finally got a vague response.

Come and find out 🐰

Such a sassy little thing you were tonight. A few seconds later, Joker received an attachment pic from you. He took one glance at it and reacted.

“Oi! Where you going, Boss?” A henchman called out.

Joker was already storming out the door to even notice that he scared everyone with his abrupt exit.

They were waiting for Joker to voice his opinion and he just up and left. Not like he cared. The small group however began to panic and scrambled to find a way to revise the plans to meet Joker’s high expectations.

They could all die trying to rob the bank for all he cared. Joker’s mind was elsewhere, solely on you.

His Bunny was asking for it.

It was the only explanation as to why the dying sun captured your sexy silhouette oh so perfectly. When Joker got home, he was gonna ruin you.

Joker didn’t notice Frost coming down the hall in his mad dash to the elevator. Frost took one look at his boss and scoffed.

“Let me guess. It’s either the airheads in the meeting or something B did.” He ignored Joker’s venomous glare yet the lack of response spoke volumes.

“Are you coming back after you fix her attitude?” Frost sighed softly.

The elevator door dinged open upon arrival and Joker marched inside to stab the ground floor button. He locked eyes with Frost and set his demands.

“Don’t bother us unless.. I dunno, it’s err raining cats and dogs.” Which meant no, he wasn’t coming back and they both knew it.

Frost spoke his own reflection as the doors slid closed. “I don’t get paid enough for this.”

There really should be a guide to these types of things. How to look sexy for your lover while wearing a ridiculous outfit.

Perhaps you could write a guide yourself; it beat psyching yourself up to no avail.

You planned this for weeks and now the day finally came to commit and you were having second thoughts.

The last component arrived a little while after Joker left for his meeting and you just couldn’t stall another night. It was now or never.

You wouldn’t have the confidence to do this after today. Just looking in the mirror you felt silly all over again. Knowing that Joker left you on read didn’t boost that confidence any higher either.

It wasn’t that disappointing– Joker constantly left you on read in text conversations, the problem was that he left you hanging after you sent him a risque picture.

It took you ages to get the angle, the lighting, and find a pic you actually liked, before sending it to the clown and he didn’t appreciate none of it.

You checked yourself out in front of the floor length mirror and sighed as your heels clicked sharply on the hardwood. You thought you looked cute, hot even! But your opinion was moot if Joker didn’t approve.

Maybe he opened the message and got busy before he could respond? You told yourself anything except the truth.

He probably hated it and didn’t want to hurt yor feelings.

You puckered your glossy lips at your reflection, preparing to take off the ensemble when you heard keys turning in the front door.

Joker was back in record time. It made you wonder how he got here so fast but that was the least of your worries.

You grabbed his gift off the dresser right as you heard the bedroom door slam into the wall.

Joker was going to leave a dent in the wall if he kept doing that. You told him time and time again to stop. You were about to scold him right then but the fiery heat in his eyes stole your breath.

Joker was a raging bull, just shy of steam blowing out his nose.

His target? Poor ol’ you shifting your weight from heel to heel. You hid his surprise further behind your back and of course, he noticed.

“Whatcha got there.. Bunny.” Joker stressed the endearment more so than usual since you were dressed the part.

You wore your tallest pumps and donned a fresh pair of fishnets to go nicely with your f/c bunny suit. It clung to your figure in all the best ways and the white cuff links and debonair tie around your neck was the icing on the cake.

You looked every part the bunny Joker called you. He admired the bunny ears atop your head; one bent, the other straight. He loved every little detail you had.

Joker slowly stalked towards you with his head tilted slightly. “I asked... Whatcha got behind your back Bunny? Is it a surprise?”

You nodded demurely. So that’s how you wanted to play? Joker just grinned.

“Yeah? Is it…. for me?” You giggled when he tried to steal a peek if not for you dodging his attempts at the last minute.

Joker was all for your playful mood tonight and growled lowly, seeing your sly smirk. You did your makeup so pretty, but he was over the moon seeing your plump lips shimmering all for him. You wore that shade he bought you recently. The one that tasted like strawberries.

He wanted to ruin it and you.

His green eyes roamed down your beautiful face to your neck on full display for him to nibble and mark, down to your breasts practically bursting out of your suit.

He wouldn’t be surprised if you bought it two sizes too small with how your curves spilled out over the leather confines. Joker wanted to lay you down and knead your soft flesh and rip holes in your fishnets. You looked so good and he wanted to play.

There was so much he wanted to do! He grew tired of you ducking and dodging and grabbed your arms roughly. “Gotcha Bunny! Now… let’s uh, see what you oh..”

Joker audibly swallowed as you bit your lip and looked away.

Joker stared at the bundle of rope in your hands, honestly at a loss for words. The bright color would look heavenly against your skin tone and you knew Joker wanted to tie you up for months now. He introduced the idea once or twice and tested out the new concept by binding your wrists.

It excited you and drove him wild. It was high time he got his wish by going all in.

Joker rubbed his thumb against the rope and met your shy gaze. “Y/n… are you sure.”

You nodded and leaned up (even with heels on J towered over you) and kissed his cheek but Joker required a verbal agreement.

“I need to hear you say it, bunny. That you’ll let me uhh, tie ya up? You wanna be my sweet rope bunny huh doll?”

You nodded again but Joker reached out and gripped your chin, “Use your words, bunny.”

You moaned out and closed your eyes. Joker had yet to do anything and you were already worked up. “B-Bunnies don’t t-talk.” You gasped.

Joker was speechless as you finally turned around and let him see the fluffy bunny tail** you wore. You walked over to the edge of the bed and bent by your waist to wiggle your buns for Joker.

His breath was shaky but overly excited for what was about to happen. Joker unraveled the colored rope in his hands with a mocking tsk of his lips.

“What a naughty, naughty bunny girl I have.” 

[rosewood-cafe]

The Magician and The Fool

Chapter 1

Chapter 1 yall!! Please forgive me if this isn't good omg. Fanfic is below the cut. :)

Light trickled in through the off-white curtains, filing the small yet cozy room with light and warmth. "Good morning, Master. I'm surprised you're up." you said while giving a still half asleep smile. He paused. "You really need to stop calling me that (Y/N)," He said, almost cringing. "I do have a name, you know?" You stifled a yawn and stretched, throwing your legs over the side of the bed. "Yes, yes, I know. You've just taught me pratically everything." He is the only one you remembered in these last three years. Maybe it was just because he was just always there? He is the only face you seem to remember these past years. Just Asra. A familiar pang of pain hits you, a sign of another dreaded headache. "Please, not another one." You thought to yourself.

You hopped out of bed and strolled into the kitchen, smelling the smokey tea already being brewed. "I will call you by your name for now on if it makes you feel any better." You said as you began slowly pouring tea into some old chipped mugs. Asra smiled lazely in response while pulling up a chair at the warn down clothed table.

"What are you thinking about for breakfast, Asra?" you said teasingly, His heart skipped one beat, then another. Hearing his name, hearing how it rolled off of your tongue just like old years prior. Then, his heart was hammering in his chest. "How about scrambled eggs and toast with some homemade jam? I just made a fresh batch yesterday." Taking a sip from his mug to ease the welling lump in his throat. "Eggs and toast with the blackberry jam you made sounds lovely." He all but choked out. You hummed in response, hair swaying as you began gathering the necessary ingredients.

Asra could only stare in awe at his apprentice, his... Gods, he was so madly in love with you. His heart was beating a million miles a minute. His face felt hot, and his stomach was swarming with butterflies. Just from hearing you use his name.

Doomed, he thought to himself.

You grabbed his favorite dinner plate from the cabinet, beginning to fill it with breakfast. It was a pitiful looking plate, to say the least. It was unleveled and painted haphazardly in between rushed kisses. It even had a crack that was well over due to be fixed. Even with all of it faults, to him, it was invaluable. He wondered if you remembered making it with him on that hot summer night. The words you two spoke while making it, or the whimpers of his name, as if it was prayer on your lips beneath thin sheets.

Gods above, he was utterly doomed.

"Here you go." You said as you put down the plate on the table. "Thank you (y/n). How do you feel about going out today? We could close the shop for a couple of hours." He asked while stuffing his face with toast and eggs. "Oh?" You said as you filled your plate as well. Thanking the fire salamander with some scrambled eggs of its own. "What will we do? Do you have anything in mind?" You asked him curiously. "Well, I do need a few more ingredients for the shop, and I would like to teach you some more magic if you're up to it." He said with a playful smirk. You grinned, looking at your master, waves of excitement pratically bubbling off of you. Asra, let's out a laugh. "You always get so excited about learning something new (Y/N)." You smiled and nodded, taking a sip of tea."Of course, always eager to learn, especially from you." He gave a gentle smile, "so eager indeed." A blush adorned your cheeks.

"My Gods, Are you blushing (Y/N)?" Asra asked, still teasing you. "I am not. It's just hot in here!" You retorted, turning from him embarrassed and obviously failing to convince him. Asra pulled up his chair closer to you. His face was merely inches away from your own. "Are too (Y/N)" Your breath hitched, and you turned to look at him. You stared into his eyes and then to the smirk on his perfect lips. You thought about how kissable they looked right now, in the early morning hours. You wonder how it would feel to be wrapped up in those arms of his, or even under, doing things that only lovers do.

"(Y/N)? Are you okay?" Asra asks, his face written with concern, his hand cupped the sides of your face."You're not getting sick on me, are you?" A chill went down your spine at the intimacy of his touch. "I just felt you shiver. If you dont feel well, it's okay. We dont have to go out anywhere."Oh! Uh, no, Im fine, really! Just a little hot from cooking is all." You rambled, shaking those intimate thoughts from your head. "You almost done with breakfast yet? If so, let's head out to the market soon." You said trying to change the topic to something less dangerous. If he kept staring at you like that for any longer, you might have faltered.

Asra noticed the quick change of the subject and chuckled to himself. He would drop the conversation only for now. "Yes, I'm done. Go ahead and get ready (Y/n)." He smiled and walked to the sink to wash the dishes from breakfast. He had a clue of what it might have been but decided not to dwell on it. You would tell him about it when you are ready.

<- prologue

[crawlspacefics]

The perspective of Makoami as parents is still something I absolutely adore, so that leads me to ask. What kind of mother do you think Ami would be when paired with Mako?

Who's the 'fun' mom? Who's the mom Miki would be more likely to show a failed grade? Or the mom who would reinforce more etiquette? Or watch a TV show with him?

I'd just love to hear more about them, you don't have to answer those questions to a tea.

Love your stuff as always 💖

Thank you.

Thank you for asking! I always like to talk about my girls and how I see their lives playing out. 😁

I think Ami and Makoto have a really good balance as parents. Makoto takes the stricter role, but just because I think she'd choose to be a stay-at-home parent so she's with him the most. Plus, she's going to wind up with a 7-year-old, a toddler, and an infant. She needs a schedule and some order just to keep her sanity! 🤣 But where Makoto teaches Miki how to bake or tend a garden, Ami teaches him why it works like that. Makoto teaches him to block when he takes a swing, Ami teaches him the physics behind the moves. Makoto keeps the homework schedule, but Ami helps answer the hard questions. Ami may even bring in the whiteboard (one for each kid as they get old enough to write) so they can leave messages for each other like she did with her mom.

Ami is definitely the more lenient parent in this scenario. I think it would come partly from her feeling some guilt for being away so much with work, and partly from her never wanting Miki to feel like the odd child out after the other two (who are biologically related to Ami and look A LOT like her mom's side of the family) come along. So when Makoto is making him eat all his vegetables, Ami is secretly passing him pieces of chocolate under the table. Ami probably also has a really hard time letting the timer run when he's in time-out. Miki's eyes may be blue, but he looks like a tiny Makoto and when he pouts at her... he just has her totally wrapped around his pinky finger. Makoto teases her about this. LOL. In Miki's early years, reading time is probably Ami's textbooks. But when he gets a little older, she's going to teach him the absolute joy of reading a novel in a bubble bath. They go used book shopping together so if he drops them in the water, he doesn't feel as bad about it.

Makoto isn't all rules and vegetables, though! She's always going to be a bit nervous when she doesn't have her eyes on Miki, but she isn't a helicopter parent. She teaches him to be independent while watching from just enough distance that she can easily intervene. She makes sure the kids wash their feet and stick to bedtime, but she also gets down on the floor and pretends to be the monster so they can play Sailor Senshi in the costumes she made for them. When Miki asks how his baby brother got there, Makoto happily hands him off to Ami so she can pull out "the book" and stumble 😳 through the biology lessons. But the second he turns 13, Makoto pulls out the box of condoms and the cucumber for the practical lessons, because while she will NEVER use the word mistake where Miki is concerned, she wants him to be better prepared than she was.

But don't forget the others! There's a bit of communal raising of children going on here. Miki wants to know how to talk to a girl? He contemplates Uncle Haruka but quickly realizes Aunt Minako is the best source. First time he's embarrassed by a bad grade? Aunt Usagi, because she makes him feel better and then drags him home to Ami and just lays it out like it's no big deal. Not like that one time Usagi got a 22 on her math test, and if Ami could help her fix that enough to pass entrance exams, she can fix Miki's 63 no problem! He wants to go to the anime convention with his friends? Go see Aunt Rei for the latest fandom cosplay trends! She'll hook him and his friends up with the best group cosplay ideas and make sure they have exactly what they need for autographs.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Memes from Reddit’s Thread “What’s a casual unpopular opinion you will always stand on?”

“I really don't feel the need to update my wardrobe to "modernize" it. “

“People who tell you that they're "brutally honest" are usually just mean.” “Leagues don’t exist in dating. You never know who someone would be into.” “I prefer my water plain. Never liked any flavored, carbonated, sparkling water, or whatever else that isn't just plain water.” “Over half the dog owners are terrible pet owners, let their dogs do whatever it desires and don't deserve to own any pets.” “Here’s my hot take: I actually love rainy days!” “I think its great to be lazy and not be permanently on " The Grind" or giving your 100% in your day to day experience on a regular.” “Plain lettuce is delicious.” “People who don’t like cats are people who get offended by being told no or things don’t go their way.” “I don't like lemon in my water. If a restaurant serves me water with lemon in it, I'll fish it out with silverware.” “Winter is my favorite season.” “Grey vinyl plank floors are the ugliest, cheapest looking, tackiest thing you can install in a home and I wish they would be outlawed for assaulting my eyes for the past 10 years. “ “Barbecue sauce is disgusting on anything and always makes a dish worse.” “When eating a string cheese, I don’t pull it into “strings” I just bite it.” “Death is a part of life and shouldn't be feared in the way it is.” “Alcohol sucks in every way.” “You can typically fix being cold but it’s harder to fix being hot.” “New car smell is gross. It literally makes me want to vomit.” “There are much worse things in life than being alone.” “I think chocolate is boring and overrated.” “Tea is better than coffee.” “I refuse to sleep naked.” “Residential recycling doesn't work. More than half of that stuff ends up in the trash anyway.” “I could eat mustard straight. It’s the best.” “I love sleeping with socks on. It's like a blanket just for my feet.” “My unpopular opinion is I like QR code menus. And even more if I can order directly from it.” “Toast must be burnt. Unburned toast is just warm bread.” “Pineapple goes on pizza and it’s delicious.” “Pot is not as cool as everybody thinks it is. It is overrated and stinks way worse than people think.” “Fried eggs are the best food ever. If there were no side effects, I'd eat three meals of them everyday for the rest of my life.” “You can’t just change your sports team because they are losing. Pick a team and stay with them.” “Its pop not soda! The bubbles go pop. This is one of my strongest opinions and I will never back down to a soda-er.” “We can change at any age.” “It's never too early to decorate for a holiday you like.” “Iced coffee is INSANELY overrated.” “Don’t listen to those that have been successful. These people are an example of survivorship bias.” “Vegetables are actually very tasty in raw and all other forms. A carrot or a celery stick is as fun to me as chips or biscuits.” “I think it's a weird flex to brag you have no friends or that you hate people” “Salt and vinegar chips are amazing. I don't care how much it hurts my tongue.” “The tooth fairy is real.” “Milk should always be poured before cereal. Soggy cereal is disgusting.” “Mayonnaise doesn't taste good, and neither does ketchup.” “Flat soda is delicious. They should just make cola and rootbeer flavored water.” “Not every sandwich needs cheese on it.”

[oddduckthatgirl]

Words Are Power

Pairing: Daddy!August Walker x Fem!reader

Warnings: little pet names, degradation, praise, cock warming, mentions of bad relationships

Ratings: Mature

Summary: Books aren’t the only things he can read. You are no different.

A/N: not beta’d. We die with our mistakes like men.

He can’t describe it but he knows something is off. Not in a huge way but even the way she’s sitting seems wrong. Even though she had said many times that she’s “fine” he can sense something just beneath the surface.

If it’s one thing he’s glad he’s learned from his job it’s how to get people to open up and talk. He makes you a cup of tea and brings it to you by your perch on the couch.

You smile up at him and he caresses your cheek. He sits opposite of you and you continue trying to read the book in your hands. The smell of the warm liquid calls to you and you give in. Finally reaching over to let the first drops of it warm your body it feels like a warm blanket being pulled around you.

“How did you know I needed some tea,” sighing as you place the mug back down on the table.

“It helps you to relax.”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“Angel,” his fingers stroke your bare thigh, “you’ve not turned the page on that book in over thirty minutes. So you’re either distracted or tense.”

You shrug as a way of conceding defeat.

“Come here. I want to hold you.”

You hesitate for a split second but crawl your way onto his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close your eyes and fight off the fountain of words threatening to bubble out.

“I know you insist that you’re fine after last night,” whispering as he runs his hands over your back, “but I think I’ve hurt you and you’re not telling me.”

You shake your head.

“Sweetie, please don’t lie to me about anything like this. Remember you must always be honest with me. Especially if I’ve crossed a line.”

“You didn’t. Not on purpose,” sniffles swallowed up by his chest.

He sweeps your hair off your forehead and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “just tell me. I want to fix it.”

You take a shuddering breath, “at the time I liked it. It was a turn on. I’ve never been degraded before. But…”

“Go on.”

“It’s….just one word. I don’t like it. It makes me feel wrong. Even if I only act like one for you. And I’m yours that way. I don’t like it.”

“Can you say it? Or do you need to write it down?”

“I don’t think I can say it without getting upset.”

He opens up a note in his phone and hands it to you. He watches as you type the word “whore.” He felt a stab in his chest when he thought about you hurting over this. He quickly erased the typing and tucks his phone back into his pocket.

He squeezes you tightly in his grip, “I’m sorry. I should have been more specific.”

“To be fair I said you could call me anything you like and I knew my safe words. At that moment I was okay. Just sitting with it ....”

“You don’t need to give me any more reason than you don’t like it. It will never leave my lips again. Were there more that you didn’t like after?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Perhaps we should have a longer talk about what words you do like for that play.”

Your skin heats and you wiggle in his lap, “well I really liked when you said I was your needy girl or that my body was needy. And,” swallowing down your desire, “how you said it was pathetic the way I begged for you.”

He raises an eyebrow, “I’ll keep that in mind. What’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Just that,” sitting up slightly to meet his gaze, “I just think that even when I’m open and honest you’ll be mad at me or you won’t want this. I know it’s just putting my bullshit on you….”

“Easy now. When I asked for you to be with me and for us to do this, I would have to see the hurt and damage left by someone else. I knew I would have to face it with you,” wiping unshed tears from your eyes, “nothing you ever say that is open and honest will make me want you less. Now I might have to adjust things but it would be important especially then to tell me how you’re feeling. The last thing in the world I ever want is to cause you pain and make you feel abandoned. I can’t do that to you. I can’t ever let you feel that again.”

You snuggled into him again and sighed. You let yourself be held. His words felt like a warm blanket over you because you knew he meant it. In all your time with him, no matter what, you knew he cared for you and he was there.

“Would it be okay if I held you and told you what I’m thinking?”

You nod and wrap your arms tightly around him.

“You’re so brave and I’m so proud of you. You put your trust in me. I know it scares you because of your past. In spite of that, you trust me. You submit to me in ways I’m sure you’d never even thought about. It’s beautiful, just like you inside and out. It nearly brings me to tears when I think about how far you’ve come. Seeing you come into a more confident version of yourself, it draws me to you even more.”

Your cheeks heat, “August, you’re embarrassing me.”

“I’m going to do it more. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I pride myself on control and one little pout from you and I’m broken. Or even one little phrase and I’m a mad man. One little text, one sentence, that’s all it takes.”

“Like what,” your skin is warm all over.

“Tease,” he growls into your ear, “but I’ll play along. Hmm, let me see. Begging for anything, even if you're just politely asking, never fails to make my train of thought go to all the ways I can make you say please,” his fingers dig into your hips as he whispers, “my very good girl.”

You rock your hips forward and groan at feeling him harden beneath you.

“You like what you do to me Angel,” you frantically nod at him, “it’s because you’re such a good girl. Obedient and shy but willing to be dirty just for me. Isn’t that right, pumpkin?”

Gasping as his hips rise to meet yours, “yes Daddy. Only for you.”

His lips crash against yours and you’re lost. He hadn’t intended to be this aroused but praising you also makes his list of things he becomes a mad man for. Pulling away he gazes at your face, “I got carried away. Forgive me. I’m supposed to make you feel better and not force anything.”

You shake your head, “you’re not. But I need to… I mean, could,” you huff in frustration as embarrassment steals your words.

He holds you even tighter to him, “darling girl, don’t be ashamed. Nothing you need is wrong. I will never look down on you for using your words and telling me what you need. Now, take a breath and just ask.”

You close your eyes and breathe deeply. You know he wouldn’t think anything of it, “I need to feel you close to me. Inside me. Please Daddy.”

Even though you’ve never asked for it, he swells with pride at how you were able to say it aloud, “good girl.”

He reaches between you to free himself. Your eyes dip to watch so he strokes himself a few times just to hear the little gasps that come from you.

Rising up on your knees, he slides his fingers over the front of your shorts. He smiles as he moves the fabric to the side and finds your bare slit. His fingers glide over the wetness that has gathered, “very good girl.”

He lines himself up with your entrance, “go on. Sit.”

You sink down on his length and exhale. It’s wonderful and right. Your eyes meet his.

“Lay against me princess.”

You do as you’re told but a small groan passes your lips as his thick length presses against your cervix.

“I know. You’re so full. Be a good girl and don’t move now,” he picks up your discarded book, “I’m going to read to you.”

“But Daddy,” whining aloud.

He spanks you sharply, “I said be a good girl. No whining. No moving. Just feel me inside you. Listen to me read to you,” he kisses your temple, “then maybe when you’re so needy you can hardly bear it Daddy will give you more. Can you do that, be Daddy’s good girl?”

Nodding, “yes Daddy. Please.”

“Tease.”

Tags: @littlefreya @viking-raider @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mary-ann84

[riewritten]

Are you thinking of writing an Erwinxreader for Valentine's Day (of course no compulsion!)

i almost forgot it's still valentines in other countries (it's yesterday in my place) i wonder how it went for you, reader. nonetheless, since you requested and i want to chase the holiday til it's over, please accept this rough part 2 of too pleasing in the eye (just did a quick revision to fit the season). DISCLAIMER that you don't need to read the first part to get this one. though it has (i think) the same level of fluff u might enjoy, too.

ALSO yes, there's a day of love in paradis. yes because i said so 🤭

TOO PLEASING IN THE EYE

AN EPISODIC SERIES • ERWIN X GEN NEUTRAL!READER

TAGS: canon AU and fluff

WORDS: 2k | AO3

If there's someone who'd forget the very day deemed to be oozing with warmth amidst winter cold, it might be no other than you. 

Luckily for you, your boss could remember in your stead—well, no. Erwin specifically gambled that you'd forget, and to amuse himself by winning, he piled you with lots of paperwork the night before. Not fair, he knew, but he never was fair to begin with. He was bored, with nothing amusing to do as his line of work deprived him of appreciating the mundanity of holidays for good.

He got nothing amusing to do and apparently, the number one list on solving that involves you.

With the tick-tock of the clock, bubbling sound of boiling chamomile, and scent of newly baked pie, Erwin was emptily humming in his head; would you forget or would you not? How long would you be spacing out? Would he be given the chance to stare for five solid minutes this time? Would he—

"Commander!" you shrieked from the outside which followed suit with a bang; Erwin just knew it was the sound of your head against the door. Seems like he won, not a minute upon your arrival and you're already in disarray!

But when you opened the door and petals flew alongside your entrance, Erwin had to take back his win. 

"I tripped over the flowers at your doorway! I thought your office was a funeral!"

He barely heard you; he was stunned. It never occurred to him that a mixture of you and measly flowers his horse would just step on during a bloody expedition would look so… oh no, has he finally reached that level of "down bad" Hange talks about? How can the Commander be this cliche?

"Why are those in my office?" He knew the answer—it was either his subordinates or admirers, but he didn't think you'd be dumb enough to trip over it.

"I don't know, I was about to ask!" still, you attempted to fix your composure after the unceremonious fall. "The regiment smells so good today and I'm surprised Levi's not the reason why. I almost daydreamed while walking."

You really forgot the occasion which called for his win but he rather felt defeated with the realization of his affection. How strong could you be — to be able to beat him without even knowing? Erwin can only know.

"Have you finished what I asked you to do?"

You frowned, pointed at your eyebags, then handed him heap of documents.

He felt guilty, don't you worry, that's why he's doing as planned. "Good job. Now we have to personally deliver this at the royal palace. Tell me if you're ready to go." He stood up and ushered you to sit as he prepared the meal at the pantry.

"But I just—" you sighed, breathing still ragged from all the running, "I just came here."

Erwin came back with the dessert, "you can space out all day if you want."

"Why?" you shot him a look of doubt, "Are you scheming something?"

Sharp. "The least that I could do for piling you with a day-worth of work, I suppose." 

"How long can I rest?"

"As long as you want. I wasn't kidding."

"Heh, I got the best boss." You let out a muffled squeal, "I think I'll apply as a full-time staff member in the regiment once our commission's done."

Erwin just sipped his tea with a cordial smile. He sure as hell would refer you to a much more decent job instead of this one. Not only would you distract him by being too pleasing in the eye, but he also doesn't think he can maintain this professional dynamic any further. 

Oh, only if you know.

"Sorry for saying this, Commander, but I feel like I'm being treated to the best trip of my life instead of running errands."

"Then you must have a nice way to look at things. Hange would be whining by now. Continue what you're saying about that bird."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the bird. I mean, I've never eaten a cake like this. How can this be so good? And this is the first time I've ever been given the opportunity to enter Wall Sina!"

And there could be more opportunities for you if Sina wasn't gatekept to begin with, Erwin decided not to say it though, as he doesn't want to ruin the mood. "The bird," he called your name with a chuckle, "Continue with the bird."

“Okay, so Dudu the bird who learned and sang a new song whose words she did not really know the meaning of," you crooned as if it was a lullaby, "was then caught, killed, and cooked for dinner because in the song, she was actually begging people to kill and cook her! That was it. That was what I read in that book."

"And why do you think you resonate with that bird?"

"Because I'm Dudu, but rather than not knowing the song at all, I think I'd just forget what it means. I'd forget what it means and it would render me to a dinner meal." 

Erwin laughed, which kind of surprised you because Erwin never laughs. He chuckles, but never did you hear him laugh.

If you get to space out again, you're certain it's this scene that will play out.

"I'm ranting over my memory issues, Commander. I'm ranting and you're laughing."

He really did take his time, not even bothered if you're offended. After wiping his eyes a little and a last sigh to retain his composure, he said, "All that and yet you still persist in living on your own. You're dead set on being independent when you can rely on people for that so easily."

"Well, as amusing as this quirk is, I'm not very proud of it. It'll get annoying to anyone involved in the long run."

"I'm pretty certain there are people who'd be willing to take lengths for that, someone so devoted to remind what's needed to be reminded."

"Nope, not true."

"It is."

"No."

"Yes, it is."

You're confident to prove a point, "The landlord is too busy with merchants. The headmaster is on the edge of firing me. Moblit is too occupied dealing with Hange. And oh, don't get me started with how Levi would just shout at me if he notices."

Erwin hummed, "Tell me more."

"And Miche wouldn't even bother. And, uh… who else? I don't have many friends… oh, you! You'd be too—"

Oh.

Your thoughts were cut off and it didn't help with how he raised his eyebrows with a smile. "Hm? I'd be too what?"

No, it would be so haphazard of me to assume what I just assumed. "Why are you smiling, Commander?"

"Before you go home, I can arrange your paperwork so you'd know what's needed for tomorrow."

"You already do that."

"There would be a note on what's urgent and what could wait 'til the next day. The documents would be secured nicely in a folder so you won't have much difficulty browsing it."

"You already do that," and oh, how bad you wish that you were as slow at this as you usually are. Maybe by then you wouldn't have much difficulty walking because of a very flushed face.

"Hm, what more could I offer..." he pondered, "Oh, maybe I can have birds knock around your window during daybreak. That's the usual time you wake up. I’ll see to it that they wouldn’t sing phrases they don’t know about."

The usual time you wake up? How did he even manage to remember such trivial information?

"Well, that one you hadn't done yet."

"Then it's settled."

He might've meant that as a friend, right? Friends do care for you a lot. They could offer their time, although limited. They could—oh no.

He said someone who'd be so devoted to you to do so.

So devoted. So devoted. The Commander rarely uses synonyms for too much unless it really is.

You looked at him, a bit too aghast, but instead of calming down he just riled your fluster by saying, "I could offer so much, don't you think so?"

You chuckled nervously, clinging to the last bits of reluctance, "Well, yeah. Not everyone can do that, I suppose."

"Indeed. In fact, I might be the one most fitted for the job."

There, you stopped in your tracks. He took a few steps before halting too.

"W-what do you mean—" you stuttered; the drumming of your chest irked you. You asked it to stop. You really want to hear his answer very clearly. "What do you mean by that?"

He turned to you—hands on the pocket of his green coat with a cordial smile that's just so endearing to see, something that appears often in your daydreams.

It's a knowing smile, too, as if to subtly confirm your doubts. "What do you think?"

"Stop messing around," you glared but quickly turned away to whisper, "you're giving me false hope on this, Commander." 

"Come again?" But he heard that loud and clear. It's evident by how his smile got replaced with surprise. "Hope?"

You defeatedly sighed, "Nothing, not that it's important—"

"Repeat what you just said. I didn't hear you clearly."

You didn't answer even after he walked to close the distance. He called your name, not sternly but urging. "Repeat that."

"You're giving me false hope on this. You can't just blabber about someone so devoted only to make me realize that you've been doing just that all along." Too ashamed to admit yet defeated with his urging, you continued, "I mean, I just know the headmaster revealed how I've been holding you with affection for a while now, but it doesn't mean you get to play around that!"

When you raised your head again, resolute to berate him, you realized what you just did.

The commander looked genuinely surprised, as if that was the most shocking thing he had ever heard — just as if he was not hearing the most abhorrent truths and seeing the vilest of realities in his line of work.

"Oh my god, the headmaster didn't tell you?"

After a few blinks, what clicked next was a smile, insinuating that he got hold of the situation again, that whatever he was scheming tonight had finally been achieved.

"I mean, I would pay him fortunes for that information." The revelation gave him tremendous courage, too. He slowly reached for your hand, clasped his fingers at yours, and lifted it up until it reached his cheeks, "I wonder why he didn't. The headmaster has a thing with money."

"My hand,"

"Yes? What's with the hand?" He gave it a chaste peck without averting his gaze away, amusingly so. As if already aware of how his eyes, let alone that very whisper, could deprive you of comprehending such a question. It was his usual knowing look — asking things he already knows and acting out situations he knows how would end.

"Are we—" oh, don't hold back on assuming now. He's establishing it loud and clear. "Are we really supposed to work for an errand today?"

He shrugged, but your hands remained on his cheek nonetheless. "Well, where are the papers?"

The inquiry brought you back in fear.

"We didn't bring them with us! I forgot!" But your confusion became a glare upon realizing, "You said you'll be the one to bring it. I didn't forget, It's not my fault!"

"I never said you're at fault."

"Oh? Okay," you quickly fixed your composure, why am I so nervous about this? "Just for the record because I'm always the one at fault for the things that are forgotten."

"Don't worry, I'll never get angry about it." Erwin guided your hand so it'd be wrapped around his waist. He then cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead. "Unless you forget this moment first thing in the morning."

His gesture worked as a spell to awaken you that this is neither a product of your daydreaming nor a fragment brought by the sweet scent of cakes and tea — no, not this time, not from hereon.

And thus it brought you warmth, the warmest amidst winter cold. And as this day can never slip from your mind again, you hugged him tight and replied, "Well, this is what I'll be dreaming of once I space out again."

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dudu the singing bird came from hitting the budapest by noviolet bulawayo ! do give them a read, i loved their writing style

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #142

Today was another relatively blurry day for reasons I don't fully understand. It started out relatively normally, with tea and everything. This time, it was the biscuit tea, with honey, molasses, and cream:

I didn't get to fly the kite yet, because the weather has not been sufficiently breezy. However, today I did order one of the components I will need in order to modify it, though I had to toodle off to several places in order to find exactly what I was looking for. In the end, I did find a place that had the services I needed, and the item will be ready by 5pm tomorrow! I will need to make a few minor adjustments to it once I have it, but that should be super easy. I'm looking forward to seeing the results, and I'm looking forward to showing them to you!

...I thought I would have the gumption to sing the song today so that I could send it along to my guitarist friend and my pianist friend, but... I dunno. I guess I felt more than a little self-conscious about it. M and J were both at home, and... I suppose I get more than a little bashful about singing when there are people around. It doesn't help that it was my mind that filled in some of the holes in the lyrics.

...What if I do the thing and the folks I'm sending it along to think that the words I wrote are stupid and silly garbage words? What if they think my voice sucks? What if they hate it and say to me, "I don't want anything to do with this cheesy corny song, and also I don't want anything to do with you either by proxy!"

...Those are all just silly weird worries that come about as a result of being mocked a lot for creating things in the past. I don't hang out with folks like that anymore, and my guitarist and pianist friends are amazingly kind people. Suppose the only thing for it is to just be brave and get it over with. Maybe I'll ask M and J to go hang out somewhere out of the house so I can make my voice do the things; it gets all tense when I get self-conscious, and then it doesn't work right...

I did a few other odds and ends today. I used some epoxy glue to fix my laptop hinge, and now I don't have to worry about it coming undone, even if it does look a little weird! That's all right though; appearances don't matter as long as it does the job!

Oh!!! I almost forgot!! Some super awesome anonymous person from the internet had an amazing suggestion for me! They had read the letter I wrote to you in which I wished that chocolate cola existed so I could try it! And!!! They suggested to just put some chocolate syrup in it!! So J and I went to the grocery, and I got the necessary things to do that!!

Hey, Sephiroth? Do you like chocolate? Have you had chocolate syrup? Lots of folks here like to put chocolate syrup in milk and stir it around, and that's pretty good stuff! I wonder if you've had anyone make you any chocolate milk before. If you haven't tried it yet, you can pop by my house and I'll make some for you, easy peasy!

Anyway, so I put the chocolate syrup into the cola a little bit at a time; cola is kinda funky in that sometimes if you mix things with it , it gets all weird and bubbly (Mentos, for example, is a kind of candy here that is infamous for making cola explode), so it's best to test things only a little bit at a time. Doing as such was a very good call; cola seems to react just a little weirdly to chocolate syrup, but not enough to cause any problems as long as it's added gradually:

From here, I swirled it around gently until the chocolate syrup dissolved! The resulting cola was maybe a little flatter than I'd like, but my anonymous friend was quite right; the flavor combination is VERY delightful!! 😄💖 I wonder if they'd have suggestions for me, regarding how much syrup I should use, and best practices for mixing them together without losing too much carbonation...

...Today managed to be both very full of stuff and very uneventful at the same time. And I'm not really sure how that can be, but I guess at least for today, it is what it is. I wonder if you ever get days like that. I wonder if you feel just as blurry and disoriented in response to them. Hm...

Suppose I'll end today's letter for now. J is out and about, M is on the TV playing a game called Animal Well, and I... maybe I'll do some other writing.

I love you. Please stay safe out there. I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[bumblee-stumblee]

Sorry, I'm so annoyed about something and I need to vent to someone 🙃

I was out with my sister in our local High Street and we decided to get bubble tea, and as it was quite nice, we decided to sit down on the bench outside the shop. There were quite a few people around enjoying the market etc so it was fairly busy out.

Then a "homeless" man approached us (he's not homeless, he lives in housing the council gave him. In fact a lot of "homeless" men take the bus into the town for the purpose of begging and don't even live in the local area). The homeless guy goes "Hello ladies 😁" and both of us are already shaking our heads no (we don't carry cash since lockdown anyway). Instead of walking away like most, he got really aggressive. "You don't know what I was going to say 😠".

I instantly got on the defence. We were sat down, we had already tried to ignore him and he was persistent, and if we got up and walked away there was a high chance he'd follow us. We're also young women so the fact he got aggressive when we said no made me start to feel really unsafe.

I said, "I don't care, the answer is still no." I didn't shout or yell, and kept my voice level.

Him, "I had the same reaction from those other guys down there!"

Me, "I still don't care, go away."

Him "You don't even know what I was going to say 😡. I'm just talking to you."

Me, "You approached us, we don't know you, so why did you come up to us? We don't know you, you could be dodgy, why are you talking to us?"

Him "I hadn't even said anything yet. Afhddhrsgjdh... You're stereotyping me!"

Me "Do I look like I care? We don't know you. Go away." (Stereotyping 🙄. If he had been in a suit I still would have reacted the same way as he was a strange MAN approaching two young women).

Then he started insulting me as he walked away like, four eyes, you should get your eyes fixed (I wear glasses, so great insult there, not 🙄). He went further down the high street and kept glaring back at us. We had wanted to check out the market, but my sister no longer felt safe and wanted to go home. He wouldn't have been able to do anything as there were people around (I'm also martial arts trained, so in the unlikely event that anything DID happen, I could defend us), but we were still like, no we should leave.

Got home, told my dad who was like shrug, should've just ignored him and was really unbothered by it. Talked to my mum who said oh yeah, everyone has complained about him, he's really aggressive. I watched him follow a woman into the bank. My mum was walking through that area earlier that week too and had been approached by 5 different homeless men. She said yeah in that situation you needed to tell him where to go because he would have carried on even if you walked away or ignored him.

It just made me so mad. He saw that we were young women and approached us, and when we said no got aggressive. I just wanted to drink my bubble tea and enjoy time with my sister I don't want to have to talk to random men I don't know. And when people are like, but he's homeless 🥺 I'm like, I read the news. Almost every day there's a story of a woman having been killed by a man, if one approaches me that I don't know I'm not giving them the time of day.

I'm so sorry this happened to you.

I hate that people seem to think homeless men should be given some sort of leeway or special treatment when an incident or harassment happens. Those same people wouldn't put up with it but expect others to do so.

Your dad shrugging it off really bothers me, some men think women are just overreacting most of the time and it's hurtful when this sort of apathetic response comes from a parental figure.

You don't have to give them any time of day, i hope your next outing is better and though you're trained my best advice is that physical contact should ALWAYS be a last resort in a confrontation or self defense. Run, personal alarms, pepper spray and physical self defense if you have to, is how I've told my younger sisters to react when confronted by men.

I would rather the loss of a purse or money than the loss of life. Please be safe out there.

[charmyesucks]

this body is the reflection of my mind

tw: anorexia, weight loss and gain, just talking about weight and self image a whole lot

Today I realised that I have, in fact, gained some weight. I slipped my shirt off to get in the shower and once I looked up I noticed my outline has gotten a bit softer, my ribs don't stick out as much neither does my collarbone, a bit more fat hugs my stomach now.

The first months of the year I lost a significant amount of weight in a super short time. I was in a not so healthy relationship and it caused me gigantic stress and anxiety, therefore I never felt comfortable enough to eat and food stopped being appetizing. I'd go full days eating only one small meal or nothing at all. I was too stressed to be pleased with my effortless weight loss, I only noticed once I felt my high waisted jeans become low waisted and hanging around my hips instead than clinging my waist. What I did notice was the fatigue, the dark circles, the constant sleepiness and how easier it was to get drunk, though it was a plus at the time. My very rightfully concerned therapist told me that I began showing signs of an ED, I'm certainly not new to anorexia yet I hadn't had a fall back in a long time.

My need to feel loved and to fix things with someone that didn't give a shit about me made me believe that I too shouldn't give a shit about myself, so I slowly erased myself. I started doing only school work and the things I thought would make this other person happy and ended up having no time for myself, my hobbies, my beliefs, or to even be relaxed enough to feed myself. The anxiety cramps this person caused me were enough to keep me satiated, I mean, if I can't prove that I'm worthy of love how can I be worthy of food? If I can't take care of the people I love why should I take care of myself?

If the person that I love with my whole being wants me to be invisible, I guess I'll try my best to be.

That person has been dumped by me a month ago. I'd like to say that he taught me a lot but he didn't really do shit, I'm just really good at finding lessons in life's dark moments, the best way to face adversity is to learn from it.

Once I saw that I had gained weight I felt a warm happiness overcome me that I had never felt in the previous months, not even when my jeans started being too loose, when my ribs started showing, when people complimented me, looking at myself in that mirror made me way happier because I remembered how I gained this weight. All the laughs I had this month, all the new people I met, all the focaccia, bubble tea and take out I had shared with my friends, all the time I spent laying down reading books, how much more alive and full I felt without my dark circles and thinning hair.

This body is so much more than an aesthetic product for external consumption or a tool to please others with certain parts, it is my house, the house of the person that I love the most. I had forgotten I was supposed to be the one I loved the most, this time I tell myself that I should never be invisible, that I can take up all the space I want and I should do everything to make myself happy.

So love yourself!!!!!!!! You're the most important person!!!!!! You deserve everything it doesn't matter if other people can't see that!!!! Don't believe that weight is good/bad because society thinks that it is, you're the most beautiful when you're happy in your body because you are beautiful to yourself, whatever size that is!!!!!!!!!

[alltimefail-sims]

More asks in my inbox means more rambling from yours truly!!

Questions and replies below the cut ↓

"A cool person" omg?!?! You're so sweet, I'm bubbly over here! Thank you so much!!

YES I love to hear that for you!! That's great that you could save some of your favorite sims at least; I am attached to my sims too, there are several I would be gutted to lose, so I totally get where you're coming from. They sound like an adorable couple, and I love occults so that alone is a great selling point haha.

I think it's okay to talk about your sims/take pride in them like they're your child lmaoooo. Basically,

I don't have a lot of thoughts on the EA refreshes; I think they're just okay. I end up making all my townies over anyway, so really it doesn't matter what EA decides to do lmao. It might just be a personal preference, but I would like it better if they would just drop one big batch refresh instead of doing these little ones here and there. I didn't love the Goths aside from correcting their skin tone which was absolutely necessary: I felt the same rage with whitewashed Bella and have ranted about it multiple times on this blog lol.

One thing that bothers me: if you age Alexander up he looks horrendous...like unworkable and not even favoring either parent. They definitely still aren't being mindful of what children will look like when you age them up and that is...wild to me. As for the Caliente household, I thought their refresh was an improvement and I totally agree that the refreshes as a whole provide a far more workable base for makeovers than their previous looks did. In fact, I didn't even touch the old Caliente household because I thought they were too far gone lol. It wasn't until the refresh that I decided to add them to my Pleasantview dump! (Sans Katrina because I do not know that woman!) Only complaint about them is I thought they reflected Nina's personality poorly in the makeover - she would never be a villainous valentine!

That is not lame!! Chaos is what keeps the game interesting and no one brings the heat like Nina and Dina!

I don't, I only know the one by MizoreYukii thepancake1. They haven't updated it yet, but keep an eye on their Patreon - they're usually pretty quick to get it back up and running after a patch.

That's so tough, I mod my game to hell and back lmao! Here's a few of my faves that I can think of off the top of my head in no particular order:

UI Cheats Extension

MC Command

Granny's Cookbook by @littlbowbub (I make a lot of families and foodie sims, so having a large variety of foods is important to me!)

Healthcare Redux

Relationship and Pregnancy Overhaul by Lumpinou

Wonderful Whims by Turbodriver

Honorable mention to LittleMsSam for their mods - I have so many of them I couldn't pick just one, but I think they're one of the best modders in this community. I especially love the random small bug fixes such as "Strangerville Scanner Battery Lasts Longer" or "Buy Pet Treats via PC." Those tiny things make a big difference!

I'm a coffee person, I love all types of coffee really but the darker the roast, the more I enjoy it. My favorite kind of coffee would be a hot, dark roast made fresh in the French press with a light amount of creamer - preferably something vanilla or caramel. My favorite bagged coffee right now is LavAzza, but I've been working on a bag of Starbucks Cinnamon Dolce and it's been surprisingly good! (A lot of their bagged blends taste way too bitter, almost burnt to me, so I don't typically go for those despite the big name.) During the holiday season I'll admit that I love a little sweet treat coffee here and there that is really more dessert than drink though lmao.

As for tea, I am trying to like tea more but it's an uphill battle I'm afraid. I love a hot apple and cinnamon tea when I'm sick or when I need to heal my voice though!

[princesshollyberry]

Princess Cookie, I was thinking about like, the future. Getting a degree is something I'll definitely be able to do, and fixing robots is a good job but... I think I'm scared of the whole growing up thing.

Soon, I'm going to have my second growth spurt, and then I'm going to get all tall, and I'm going to have to start preparing to leave, and I won't see Dad as much. I know it's going to take years but still. It feels so imminent.

I want to be able to dream and play and be a kid a little longer. I missed out on a lot, and I don't think I'm nearly ready for it. It's weird to think about how half my childhood is already gone, and I can't get it back, and how soon I'm going to learn how to work and leave behind what I just got.

I know there's nothing you can do about the flow of time or anything, and this ask might've been a bit ventish, but I just needed to tell someone about it, and I just managed to convince Dad to go to sleep.

-@stawby-robo-lover

hey baby first of all i want to say i absolutely know the feeling . yeah, people having expectations of you all the time sucks!!! majorly!!

but here's the thing: it's not sudden. there's no threshold. there's no line you cross and no switch to pull that makes you suddenly capital-a Adult, pass go collect 200 dollars, it will never be a huge deal. when you grow tall me and black raisin and your dad will so still be here, and i'll use kingdom funds to buy you your starter house if you want, and we'll keep on making memories and trucking on. take one day at a time, because you didn't notice how the time flew by and you won't notice it now! shrink in to the details - there's nothing you can do about time dragging you around, so you might as well get up on your feet and walk around with it instead.

that feeling of looming doom? that'll never go away! you'll always be thinking 'one day i'm gonna-' and 'isn't it sad how-' and 'when i grow up-'. there'll always be another year older to be. let it wash over you. hopes and dreams are for life, except for when they aren't, which is okay! one day at a time.

second: there are no rules! no one expects complete and utter discipline from anyone (if they do, fuckin hit the bricks) and you just gotta cling onto that whimsy of yours because if you do then no one will take it from you. it's literally as simple as that, and there will be the same if not MORE opportunities to do and make what you love because guess what?

growing up is COOL. i went out yesterday for a top that was really expensive and bubble tea mama would have hated all on my own and it was so fun because it was MY money and MY time and a translation to that feeling for you would be... oh my god college. you're gonna LOVE college so much you're gonna get there and just find your people. you can share ideas with your friends and they'll say 'oh, i know someone who can get that done' or 'yeah let's start a business' and you can DO THAT ACTUALLY BECAUSE BEING AN ADULT IS COOL.

you wont have to argue with your dad to get to sleep, you'll stop having that nightmare, you'll get so smart and sassy with all your new words and soon you'll be unstoppable - the list goes on. if you need some coping strats or just some love you know i got your back. and if you ever get stressed again, the best thing is to lie the heck down and sleep. or eat. or drink water.

[botheringlevi]

My compliment was stupid or yours? I think yours was sweet either way, and I'm glad you already know that. Mhm, I meant the stories I've been reading would just dampen the mood.

While I enjoy our conversations the last thing I want to do is annoy you or add more to your plate, so I try to keep it kinda short and sweet, I'm sorry if it ever gets too long.

Also, I wouldn't say I'm an optimist, I just try to look for the sunshine in things, and I disagree with that a little bit, there are good things out there you just have to find them I suppose.

I also agree with you, I bitch a lot about my situations to get everything off my chest then I try to find a way to fix it.

Words are a good way to show people how you feel about them, so in a way they are, but there are other ways to show people how you feel about them without talking I suppose.

*She squeezes his hand looking at him, taking the moment to admire him*

Human nature can be a tricky thing, but if you ever want someone to talk to about it or show you, I'm always here. Everyone is different though so it varies but to me, the basic needs are shared by everyone.

No plans? I find that really hard to believe, you are Captain Levi after all, very important and needed by a lot of people. I don't want to keep you from anything and the book.....isn't something you would be interested in, and it's a topic we've discussed before. Erotica.

If you still wanna hear about it, just let me know and I can tell you about it. I'm about halfway done or more, I'm slowly reading it but so far, so good. It's giving me ideas.

I know you leaned in and kissed first, but I hope my returning it wasn't too over the top, you look a bit taken back and the blood has rushed to your cheeks. It's super cute and I love teasing you.

Again, I hope you have a wonderful day and evening, I might enjoy a cup of tea and a bubble bath I think tonight for some self-care. Do you do any of that?

[Previous ask]

Mine, obviously. And, you're not hard to read. Unlike those books, it seems.

He enjoys talking to her, and doesn’t understand why she would assume she annoys him… He wonders with a touch of guilt if he implied that somehow.

*Flat look* Lately, your messages haven’t been short. You’ve never heard me complaining.

I don't think that... *Cagey look* I'm normally the type of person you have to keep your guard up around. But—

No. On second thought, forget it.

…

Optimism or not, it’s an admirable belief. Disagree with me. Either way, bitching about circumstances is a healthy ritual.

He concedes. Any way is a way… Words can be messy; people can say anything. Action is guaranteed. That's the way I see it.

*Hand is taken. Relaxes*

I doubt even most humans understand human nature. They just live by it. There’d be much to discuss, even though I’m not... that entirely.

He doubts that the basics apply to himself, as an Ackerman…

Being needed is one thing. Being needed for duty is another. True, HQ is filling up again. *Thinks deeply* It's looking like a warm January, so. All this peace and relaxation will be over with soon.

*Flat look, cheeks pink* And here I thought you meant gore or something. Not a fan of horror, either, but that’s obviously not what you meant.

*Quietly, genuinely* It's fine.

His treacherous cheeks warm. Tch.

He has never heard of 'self-care'.

*Odd look* What’s so special about drinking tea and bathing?