A Happy Disaster

“We’re ready!” Miche’s voice, a mere whisper, startles you when his head peeks into the kitchen through the doorway.

You gasp, almost losing your grip on the piping bag. Both you and your shaggy blonde friend stare at the strawberry-vanilla cake sitting on the counter in slight panic. Fortunately, the delicate lace of buttercream remains unscathed, making you breathe a collective sigh of relief. Miche pinches his tongue between his teeth and mouths a silent apology.

Sleep Tight, My Love...

A pair of eyes flitter open, mightily fighting the remnants of the sandman’s doings to admire the dawn’s glory. Tender rays of the sun seep in through the crevices in between the curtains. Aged maple trees outside play peek-a-boo when they sway. Your cozy little room is painted in a warm hue. The greys are rapidly fading, making way for a blush of pink.  

It is not very often that your mind finds itself at peace through the life you have been cursed to live. A fleeting sanctum. 

You crane your neck to get a better look outside the window, shifting the curtain oh so slightly with your fingers. Maybe, you can squeeze in another hour of sleep, for the sun himself is barely awake. Mellow radiance blossoms from behind the mammoth stone barrier, a sliver of scarlet beginning to peak its head over it.  

Levi loves to feel your hair.

Whenever you sit next to each other, one of his arms absent-mindedly snakes around you, finding its way over your shoulders and into your tresses.

Whether it is curling a strand around his index, carding his fingers through them, or simply caressing them softly. The moment you are within an arm's distance, he reaches out.

A Taste of you

Hooded eyes. Shaky breath. Flushed cheeks. Heaving chest. Trembling Fingers. Glistening forehead. Levi is sweaty and exhausted. And so are you. But the hunger persists. One that consumes every bit of him. A hunger that needs to be fed.  

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A Taste of you

Hooded eyes. Shaky breath. Flushed cheeks. Heaving chest. Trembling Fingers. Glistening forehead. Levi is sweaty and exhausted. And so are you. But the hunger persists. One that consumes every bit of him. A hunger that needs to be fed.  

ELIZA ACKERMAN! I NEED TO HAVE WORD WITH YOU!!

This post was such perfect timing! Its a beautiful day today, where I live - bright and sunny as opposed to the usually overcast days - and the temperature is still cool. An afternoon on a boat sounds absolutely heavenly!!

The sounds of water being sloshed around by the oars are like music to your ears, only made better by the soothing melodies playing in the background. Your skin prickles where little droplets splash. Warm sunbeams leave gentle kisses on your skin. The boat creaks every so often and the cool spring breeze fans your face.

You peruse Erwin's features as he rows, and he gazes back at you lovingly. A dusting of pink on his cheeks from the sun, hair tousled by the zephyr. A smile on his face that is faint, but genuine. It makes him so happy to see you not slumped at your desk for once. And you're just glad to be in his company.

Once you're in the middle of the lake, and after Erwin has fed you to his heart's content, he sets up the blankets and pillows. You look at him, puzzled. He is lying down with a couple of cushions tucked under his head, leaving none for you. Before you can ask, he stretches his arm to the side -

"This is all the pillows you need.", he whispers with his eyes still closed.

You don't waste a single second, rushing down to lay your head on his shoulder and nestle into his side. He wraps you into his warmth and places a fleeting kiss on your forehead. You trace the contour of his face with your finger tips, and he smiles, quickly kissing it when it grazes his lips.

"We should do this every Friday," you suggest dreamily.

"Only if I' don't have to row the boat by myself every time.", he quips, adjusting the umbrella to make sure you're fully shielded from the bright sunrays.

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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Meet-Cute

Waking up on Fridays was always difficult with the weekend being so close. The last hour had been a frenzy, with you having slept through all six of your alarms and then scrambling to leave your house. And now, you were twenty minutes late to work, rushing through the revolving doors with your bag in one hand and coffee in the other.

"Stop stop stop!", you yelled as the elevator doors closed just short of you making it.

Your figure slumped in despair. Another few minutes added to your commute now that you had to wait for the next one. Why did that 8 am meeting have to be today? But you thought too early. Because an arm stuck out from in between the doors at the very last moment, and they slowly opened again.

The main reason why they killed Erwin before everyone left for Marley was because they knew the world wasn’t ready to see him in a suit.

Thank God It’s Friday