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#Celebrate Good Times!

[razorsadness]

There is so much, so much to say. So much, these days. And I’m sleep-deprived so this entry will be a haphazard list rather than a well-thought-out piece of prose, but I need to get some of this down because there’s just going to keep being more and more and more.

—The last day of March I dressed up in a very queer-punk getup to attend the Queer Youth Assemble rally in Kenosha. I put my harness on along with my other undergarments, and over that I wore tall black boots and a loose, long black dress and my leather jacket that has studs and appliqué roses on it (the one I always describe as cowpunk-meets-Kathy Acker). I did elaborate eye makeup and darkened my wispy lil’ mustache with mascara, and went to the rally. And a bunch of my cishet ally friends were there, and a bunch of my queer and trans friends were there, including my crush Shelley. (Shelley is a pseudonym and yes, I did christen them that in an homage to both Mary and Percy Byshe, because they are goth and a poet.) All of us were in our Most Gender finery, complimenting each other, and Shelley looked super hot in their leopard coat and cat’s-eye glasses. After the rally ended due to rain, Shelley and a few other folks and I went out for beers and nachos and I can’t tell you how good it felt to be Out and Queer. In fact, our waiter (gender neutral) said they had wanted to be at the rally but couldn’t make it due to work and they thanked us for going and said we all looked ‘hot as fuck.’

—It got warmer as the day went on, rained more, then the fog rolled in, then thunderstorms, then back to just rain, and it was warm enough I was able to leave the window open overnight for the first time this year, and I could hear the rain and the trains.

—April first it got cold again, and the wind returned, and it was not my lover, this was brutal bitter asshole wind. I ran some errands, including meeting up with K. to pick up the Joe Strummer piece I commissioned him to do for Ali’s birthday. And then I had a bit of the sads, because the kids were cranky and I was PMSing. And because I was thinking about M., how it’s now been 18 years since he died, and how it still hurts that I can never tell him how much he meant to me. But I wrote some poems and took some selfies and then I drank a little too much wine and listened to W/IFS, like I do when I’m in my feelings.

—And the two days after that were kind of crappy, I was still sad and cranky from PMS, and stressed about the upcoming election. But I did some voter outreach stuff and wrote more poems and did some painting and ate dark chocolate and drank tea.

—Then election day, and despite the storms (including hail!) Wisconsin turned the fuck out, and the election turned out the way I had hoped, and I am so relieved that my state overwhelmingly voted against the right-wing extremist judge and that my town voted against the MAGA freak mayoral candidate. And P. and I had amazing sex that night.

—And the next couple days were mostly about packing for a trip to Door County, and more poems, and more sex. And there was more rain, more storms, but also warmth, and bits of sun and butterflies, and the greening grass.

—Two days before Easter, we headed north. Everything was muddy and brown and we saw e a lot of birds—hawks and herons and wild turkeys. There were road snacks and road silliness. We saw a truck that said Lubenow on it, and we figured out later it had to be someone’s last name (like Luben-ow), but it was like “got it, looks like Lube Now.” And at the rest area we usually stop at there’s this big Wisconsin tourism sign that’s supposed to look like a license plate, and it says LUV R AG (as in Love Our Agriculture), but again, because of the kerning and design, it looks like Luv Rag. So P. and I were making jokes about how Luv Rag sounds like the name of a band of sleazy middle-aged dudes trying to cling to their ‘80s hair metal days, and I said: “Thank you! We are Luv Rag, and this is our new single, ‘Lube Now!’”

—We were up there for five nights, 4.5 days. It was less stressful than staying with my parents usually is, and except for the first half of our first full day there, the weather was great. I ate a ton of good food and stayed up late writing most nights; found out about a sonnet contest I’m going to enter. P. and I got to go out, just the two of us, several times. We went out for drinks a few times; got to sit out by the fire pit at Door County Brewing Co. and listen to a great folk musician who goes by the name of Hunter Gatherer. (I already liked him cuz when we first arrived, he was playing a cover of Bob Dylan’s “Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right,” and then a bit later he was introducing one of his originals and said: “This song’s about running from the cops.” And I liked him even more.) Other times we just drove around the peninsula, or went hiking in Peninsula State Park and exploring our favorite tiny old cemetery. Our last full day there, we took the kids swimming (in a pool, not the lake—it’s still way too cold for that!), and I hadn’t been swimming in years and I had forgotten how much I love it, how at home I feel in the water, like that’s where I belong, like that’s where my body works the way it should.

—We arrived home to the daffodils and violets in bloom and everything even greener, buds on the trees, more warm weather, and there were days of childlike joys and nights of adult pleasures. Days of playing hopscotch with C. and reading endless books, of iced coffee and shooting hoops and watching the backyard birds and squirrels. One evening, we even got to grill for the first time this year, and make s’mores for dessert. Nights of drinking a bit, and hot sex, and staying up late writing.

—Then it got cold again, and it rained, then snowed. Yesterday I felt really bad for the first half of the day. Partly cuz of the weather; gray and cold and gloomy and it was hard being cooped up inside again after that week of warmth and sunshine. Partly cuz I was sleep-deprived (the kids have been waking up hella early lately.) Partly cuz fucking everything was making me cry. I dunno, I was having weird-bad gender feels, and also feeling uninspired/unmotivated writing-wise, like ‘oh, I made it through the first half of NaPoWriMo, but I think I’m tapped out now.’ And maybe a bit of that ol’ pre-Mercury Rx shadow period creeping in there, bringing up old issues and feelings—I was missing my good old bad old scumbag days. The days of freight hoppin’ and basement shows and circus freakery, and dumpster diving and busking and long bike rides across cities, of wheat paste and graffiti and stick n’ pokes and sleeping out, under the stars, giving myself over to scary thoughts, & omens, & excess. The days when most everyone I knew had a clown act and a copy of the Crew Change Guide. I made a cup of tea and lay in bed watching Netflix for a while. First I watched the “Beyond the Binary” episode of Getting Curious with Jonathan Van Ness, and then I watched Mae Martin’s new comedy special, Sap. And of course both of those have to do with gender stuff (at least in part), and both of them talked about growing up queer/GNC and having such a hard time and turning to drug abuse and other self-destructive behaviors, even though they were white, middle-class kids who were not kicked out by their parents. And I was like, oh hey, me too. And both shows made me cry, and it was good cathartic crying, but I still felt like shit afterwards. So then I started thinking about some ways to bring back some of the less-destructive aspects of my scumbag days back into my life, and I was still feeling sad, and then I decided to check in on the contest results of the WB Yeats Poetry Prize and the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Prize.

Both of them said they’d announce the contest winners on their websites sometime in or after March. The Yeats Prize said it would also contact the winners directly; the Ginsberg Prize said no such thing, but I assumed they would. Starting in mid-March, I was checking both sites every few days or so, and obsessively checking my email/snail mail. And nothing, nothing, nothing. The last time I’d checked the sites was April 3, and yesterday I was like: “Well, it’s been two weeks, there must be some news by now,” and I was assuming I would go on and see the list of winners and my name would not be there and maybe it was a bad idea because I was already feeling so crappy, but then I was also kinda like, well, I might as well get all the bad feelings out of the way at once. But still, on both websites, the most recent winner’s list was from 2022. And then, I shit you not, like eight minutes later, P. brought the mail in and handed me an envelope. Return address: The Poetry Center At Passaic County Community College, One College Blvd., Paterson, NJ. Location of the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Prize. My hands shook as I opened it. And…I fucking won! Not first, second, or third place, but I don’t even care because one of the poems I sent them (the one that is probably, in my opinion, among the best poems I’ve ever written, but also one of the riskiest) received an Editor’s Choice Award! And it’s gonna be published in the Spring 2024 issue of the Paterson Literary Review, and I’ve been invited to participate in the awards ceremony/reading there, next February.

I don’t even know how to express how much this means to me. Professionally, but also personally. Like, first of all, New Jersey is such a huge part of my personal mythology. I was conceived in New Jersey! So many of the people who have meant the most to me, personally/artistically, have New Jersey roots! Like Allen Ginsberg! And Jack Terricloth! And Bruce Springsteen! And my witchwife, Penny! And also just, well, I mean god, Allen Ginsberg. For better or worse, the Beat Generation and punk rock have been the most enduring influences on me/my writing, starting at a very young age, and Allen Ginsberg is definitely towards the very top of that “beat + punk influence list.” I just. Can’t. Fucking. Get Over It. Can’t quite believe it! I keep touching the letter they sent me to remind myself it’s real. (It’s on the Poetry Center’s official stationery, which is on beautiful, thick, creamy paper.) I keep blowing kisses at my framed photo of Ginsberg, one where he’s sitting at his typewriter, writing a poem.

—So yesterday evening, P. and I dropped the kids off at my folks’ house for a bit. We went to pick up takeout dinner for everyone, but also got to have a celebratory whiskey while we waited. And I stayed up late last night. First, I wrote a poem—guess I wasn’t totally tapped out, after all. Then I was just awake scheming and planning (and wishing and hoping). About immediate future stuff, like this year’s vegetable garden, and going through my books to find some to donate to the library’s book sale. As well as the positive scumbaggery I can reincorporate into my life—I remembered that I bought myself that stick n’ poke kit last year, so soon I’m gonna give myself a new tattoo; and I started thinking up ideas for a poetry wheatpaste project. And then—travel. I still wanna travel a bit this year, but I think I’m gonna keep it mostly midwest. Then, next year, I’m gonna head out east again finally, after all these years, for the awards ceremony, but I’m gonna try to book a mini-tour around it, and there will be old friends and new friends and old haunts and…yeah. I am so fucking ready.

—And today I’m sleep deprived, again—I was up late, and the kiddos once again got up stupid early. But I don’t even mind. I got some writing done and listened to some podcasts and oh, tomorrow I get to go see Bikini Kill. I’ve been waiting for this concert for over three years (from when I first bought the tickets in December 2019, before it got postponed many many times due to CoViD), but I’ve also been waiting for this concert since I was twelve—from when I first heard Bikini Kill, and wanted to go see them, but then they broke up before I got the chance. (And yeah, I saw Le Tigre a couple times, and that was fun, but not the same.) And there’s a lot of stuff going on right now that teen me and early-to-mid twenties me would be super stoked about—like the Allen Ginsberg Poetry Prize, like seeing Bikini Kill, like stick n’ pokes and wheatpaste and travel plans. And that feels kinda great; showing my younger self that I am still rocking that shit at my advanced (haha) age. And just overall, things are so good lately. There is so much joy, even in the mundane. Even the bad shit doesn’t seem as bad as it did for a while, because in these past four months I have proven to myself that my life isn’t over, that I can still do rad shit, that I can still experience beauty and joy.

[figurelifeflirt]

The Watchful Eye Season 1 Episode 1 Hen In The Fox House

Amy Acker, aging like fine wine. I missed watching her so so much. We know Tory can do so much better than that drunken wanderer of a husband so what's she hiding.

Elena, her accent is little wobbly. I think this going to be one of those shows where the protagonist isn't what keeps me going. But the plot is fun. Amy as always is a riot.

[bllnr]

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Fall in Prescott, Arizona: A Perfect Season That Turns Visitors into Residents

Nestled in the heart of Arizona's central highlands, Prescott is a town where nature's beauty meets historic charm, and nowhere is this blend more magical than in the fall. As the temperatures cool and the landscapes transform into a stunning palette of gold, amber, and crimson, Prescott offers a seasonal spectacle that captivates both locals and visitors alike. It’s no wonder that many who come to experience the fall in Prescott end up contacting West USA Realty of Prescott to make this vibrant town their home. But what makes Prescott so special in the fall? Let’s dive into the enchanting elements that draw people in, and why they often decide to stay.

1. The Allure of Autumn: Why Fall in Prescott is Unmatched

Prescott's elevation of over 5,000 feet allows it to experience a true four-season climate, something rare in Arizona. When autumn arrives, the town is bathed in crisp air, making it perfect for outdoor activities and exploration. The changing leaves create a picturesque backdrop, whether you're hiking through the Prescott National Forest or enjoying a stroll around Watson Lake.

The fall foliage in Prescott is nothing short of breathtaking. With hundreds of miles of trails, including the popular Thumb Butte Trail and Granite Mountain Trail, hikers are treated to sweeping views of vibrant oaks, aspens, and maples. The town’s urban forests, like Acker Park, provide a serene escape with trails that wind through lush trees that glow with seasonal colors. For photographers and nature lovers, the fall colors in Prescott offer endless opportunities to capture the beauty of the season.

2. Festivals and Events: A Community That Celebrates Autumn

Prescott is known as “Arizona’s Christmas City,” but its fall events are equally spectacular. The community comes alive with numerous fall festivals and events that highlight the town’s rich culture and warm hospitality. The Prescott Pumpkin Patch, held annually at the Downtown Courthouse Plaza, is a family-friendly event that draws locals and visitors alike. It’s not just about picking pumpkins—there are hayrides, craft fairs, live music, and delicious seasonal treats.

Another must-attend event is the Prescott Oktoberfest, a lively celebration of German culture featuring traditional food, music, and, of course, plenty of beer. This festival is a favorite among locals and provides an excellent opportunity to meet the community while enjoying the crisp autumn air. For those who love art and crafts, the Prescott Fine Art and Wine Festival is a highlight of the season, showcasing works from local artists and offering wine tastings from regional wineries.

3. Outdoor Adventures: Embrace the Crisp Autumn Air

Fall is the perfect time to explore Prescott's numerous outdoor activities. From kayaking on Watson Lake to mountain biking on the Peavine National Recreation Trail, the cooler temperatures make it ideal for adventurers of all ages. Prescott’s four mild seasons offer endless hiking, fishing, and camping opportunities, and the fall months are particularly appealing with fewer crowds and breathtaking scenery.

The Prescott National Forest offers over 450 miles of trails that range from easy walks to challenging hikes, all set against the stunning backdrop of changing leaves. The Lynx Lake Recreation Area is another popular destination, especially for families. Here, you can enjoy fishing, boating, and picnicking, all while surrounded by the brilliant colors of autumn. The nearby Granite Dells, with their unique rock formations, offer a striking contrast to the vibrant foliage and are a favorite spot for photographers.

4. A Historic Downtown That Charms All Year Round

While nature's beauty takes center stage in fall, Prescott’s historic downtown offers its kind of allure. Whiskey Row, with its historic saloons, boutiques, and art galleries, provides a cozy place to explore on a brisk autumn day. The Downtown Courthouse Plaza, often considered the heart of Prescott, hosts numerous fall events and is a great place to relax, people-watch, or enjoy a cup of coffee from one of the local cafes.

Prescott's unique blend of history and modernity makes it a special place to visit, and even more special to call home. The town’s well-preserved historic architecture, combined with its thriving arts and culture scene, creates a charming and vibrant atmosphere. Many visitors find themselves drawn to the community spirit that defines Prescott, making it easy to see why so many decide to stay.

5. Why Visitors Are Buying Homes: The Prescott Lifestyle

It’s no surprise that many visitors who come to Prescott in the fall find themselves contacting West USA Realty of Prescott to explore housing options. The town offers a high quality of life with a welcoming community, excellent schools, and a wide range of amenities. From charming historic homes near downtown to modern residences with breathtaking views, Prescott has something for everyone.

The Prescott real estate market is particularly attractive for those looking to escape the hustle and bustle of larger cities. With its mild climate, beautiful scenery, and endless recreational opportunities, Prescott offers a lifestyle that many find irresistible. Whether it’s the allure of a cozy cabin nestled in the pines or a spacious home with a view of the mountains, Prescott’s diverse housing options cater to a wide range of tastes and budgets.

For retirees, families, and young professionals alike, Prescott provides a balanced lifestyle that combines the tranquility of nature with the conveniences of modern living. The town’s close-knit community and active social scene make it easy to connect with others, whether through local events, outdoor activities, or volunteer opportunities.

6. The Draw of Community and Comfort

Prescott's sense of community is a major draw for those looking to relocate. The town’s friendly atmosphere, coupled with its commitment to preserving its natural beauty and historic charm, creates a welcoming environment for all. The fall season, with its vibrant colors and festive events, perfectly encapsulates what makes Prescott so special: a place where natural beauty meets community spirit.

Why Contact West USA Realty of Prescott?

If you’re enchanted by the idea of living in a town that offers the best of all seasons, particularly the stunning fall, West USA Realty of Prescott can help make that dream a reality. Our team of experienced real estate professionals knows the Prescott area inside and out, and we are dedicated to finding the perfect home for you. Whether you’re looking for a cozy downtown cottage or a sprawling estate with panoramic views, we have the expertise to guide you every step of the way.

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The charm of Prescott, Arizona, especially in the fall, is undeniable. From its stunning natural beauty and lively community events to its historic downtown and welcoming atmosphere, Prescott offers a lifestyle that is both relaxed and enriching. If you’ve visited Prescott in the fall, you already know why so many people fall in love with this town. Let West USA Realty of Prescott help you take the next step and find your perfect home in this incredible community.

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[thatrickmcginnis]

JAY McINERNEY, Toronto 1988

A lot happened in the 1980s - I'd go so far as to say that the decade was as revolutionary in its way as the 1960s - and the world of literature responded with several books that tried to mirror the zeitgeist of the time. One of those books was Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City, his first novel, published in 1984. A student of Raymond Carver, McInerney was working as a fact-checker at the New Yorker when he wrote his novel, the story of a young man whose life and marriage fall apart after he moves to New York City. Whatever story McInerney tried to tell about his protagonist's emotional breakdown got lost in the hype about the novel's setting - the boomtown revival of New York after its low point in the '70s, fueled by money from the revived financial markets that spilled over into fashion, art, music and publishing, revived high society (briefly) and lubricated itself with cocaine. McInerney did such a good job that no less than Tom Wolfe took his setting and ran with it, publishing The Bonfire of the Vanities in 1987. The stock market crash at the end of that year punctured the tires of the '80s boom, and almost exactly a year later I had my portrait session with McInerney at the author's festival here in Toronto.

After the success of Bright Lights, Big City - which was made into a movie starring Michael J. Fox the year I had my portrait shoot with Jay McInerney - the author published Ransom in 1985 and then The Story of My Life, the book he was promoting when he showed up for the author's festival in Toronto. In hindsight, it's hard not to conclude that McInerney was cursed by the success of his first book, which was everywhere, and which was so tied into a time and place that it was almost guaranteed to date itself when that moment was over. Subsequent novels moved away from that zeitgeist moment, but his friend and peer Brett Easton Ellis was probably a bit luckier; his own zeitgeist novel Less Than Zero was also made into a movie that hasn't aged well, but his subsequent American Psycho gained a cult following despite the controversy around its publication, mostly thanks to the 2000 movie version starring Christian Bale. But this was all in Jay McInerney's future when I photographed him in the lobby of the Harbour Castle Hilton in 1988, and he could still look a little cocky in a few of my photos.

As I said in my Kathy Acker posts last week, I'm still amazed that the publicists at the International Festival of Authors were willing to send several of their authors down to the lobby of the festival hotel lobby to get their portraits taken by a rookie photographer (myself) who had only just graduated from shooting punk bands in crummy clubs. For his part Jay McInerney was very cooperative, following my (minimal) instructions and giving me a decent range of expressions across my shoot, which lasted across parts of two different rolls of film. McInerney went on to publish five more novels and a short story collection, in addition to three collections of his columns on wine. This year he had a quadruple bypass and a pacemaker installed. I had no client when I photographed McInerney and the other writers at the author's festival, but I posted my pics on my old blog many years later, which led to one of them being bought by the New Yorker in 2016 when they reviewed his novel Bright, Precious Days. A vindication, if you will, for that young photographer working in what seemed like a professional vacuum. (And the old one writing this, feeling very much the same nearly forty years later.)

[pllfanatic]

[andthroughthewire]

Can we talk about the insanity of Kim thinking if she knew everything, with the fucking cartel involved, she could control everything? People don’t talk about that side of her enough (and feeling mean but there’s way too many mcwexler fics where it’s just not a factor), that everything has to be planned out and meticulous and even an elaborate scam has post it notes.

Quite a few characters on this show have issues that can be traced back to control or are control-adjacent (Chuck first of all, Gus, if scamming is a form of addiction that definitely comes into play as well) and like you said, with Kim it 'physically manifests' with all the post-it notes she keeps (I recently hit 301 on my rewatch and in the scene where she wants to distract Jimmy when he says 'Chuck didn't hate me for 10 minutes today' or something like that, you can see post-its all over the cabinets behind her).

This comes into play in Jimmy and Kim's relationship, too. The show never explains what exactly went on in the ten years between his arrival in the mailroom and the start of the story, but from what we're shown we can assume they were on and off and she called the shots every single time (I don't mean it as a positive or a negative, that's just the way it is). Jimmy is the kind of guy to jump into things (he's twice divorced at 32, that has to count for something) and was probably head over heels from day one ('gal, singular'), while with Kim we see the drive and focus she has in her career and how she wants to make something of herself, a serious relationship wasn't something she probably even considered before Jimmy came along.

So anyway, from 'you don't save me, I save me' to 'it happens today', there's a lot of internal struggle within herself to keep things the way she wants them how she wants them. Her professional mid-life crisis as a result of the car crash is part of it, too, as she realizes she had been working herself to death for a bank and her moral compass doesn't know what to do with it. Or, later, what happens with Acker. I have to include Howard, too— while the scam itself was born out of desperation to not have Jimmy break up with her in that hotel room, there's no love lost between Howard and Kim, as she associates him with Kevin and all the 'first bank account at 7 years old' types and feeds into the 'us vs them' thing she has with Jimmy and why she almost breaks up with him before she proposes. They're outsiders in a world of insiders. There's an issue of class, too.

Needless to say it all blows back in her face spectacularly as the Howard scam is technically successful but her lie by omission to keep the scam and the relationship going (this is probably a good moment to mention I don't agree with Kim here, but that month and a half between their marriage and Howard's death was a lot to deal with for both of them) indirectly results in his death and it's not like Jimmy and Kim weren't this close to dying that night, either.

Speaking of her need to keep the scam going at all costs, Kim's apartment during S6a tells everything we need to know, as it's shown in varying degrees of darkness and in a growing state of disarray as the episodes go on. Kim's hair, also. They're on a bender. Their days of wine and roses, if you will.

I wonder how things would've gone differently if she had been able to confess everything right away. What ends up happening, instead, is Kim leaving her whole life behind as punishment and becoming this shell of a person that has banished all choices from her life and can't even pick between Miracle Whip and mayonnaise. Considering what I said earlier, her relationship (if we wanna call it that) with Glenn has to be the result of one of her colleagues setting her up and Kim just going along with it because that's the way her life is now.

Her confession isn't an absolution, but it's a way forward. She's able to make choices again and she can trust herself again to help others as she volunteers at the legal aid. Kim visiting Jimmy at the end is a very conscious decision, too. Florida Kim would've never done that.

[leviiattacks]

ceo levi falling in love?

author note :: THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE?? levi in the modern world is just always enjoyable for me. anyways it’s just lots of shy ceo levi and secretary reader :-) as always requests are open feel free to stop by !! :D word count :: some how i got to 2.4k,,,, i promise it was an accident it doesn’t feel that long 

levi falls in love slowly. he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he looks at you one day during a company meeting and is unable to understand why he can’t take his eyes off you

usually he’s able to shift his focus away but he’s stuck in place despite his efforts to look away

the entire meeting is him occasionally humming his approval at all the proposals and prospective business plans being presented to him

when, truly he is NOT listening at all. he’s trying to figure out when the hell and why the hell he began to feel this way for you.

it gets to a point where he’s so distracted over it he ends the team meeting early

everyone in the room exchanges worried glances between each other.

mr ackerman, letting them leave early? that’s a first but HEY!! they’ll take it!!

as everyone disperses out of the room he’s sitting with his back hunched in his plush office chair when he then comes to the realization that he has no idea when he did fall for you,,,,, it just sorta happened????

well, you are basically around him 24/7 and help him with everything but, his newfound feelings still catch him by surprise

at first he’s scared. the feeling is odd and the way his chest tightens as he speaks to you doesn’t feel right at all.

“any specific type of tea for today?” you ask waiting for his response

the rope squeezes at his heart and he squirms around a little.

“u-um, the usual is just fine”

WHY DID HE TRIP OVER HIS WORDS...??

WHY...????

but AGAIN he ignores it, he knows it’s for the best if he doesn’t get emotionally involved with you.

for the record, levi’s definition of emotionally involved is dating you, he doesn’t know that despite not dating you he is very much still emotionally involved with you

he’s pretty good at hiding his feelings though and the fact he likes you goes unnoticed by literally everyone

well, it does stay that way for a little while

that is until someone else expresses interest in you.

it’s a normal friday evening but for some unknown reason he can’t stop himself from clenching his jaw when he walks past you and overhears jean the new head of marketing ask if you’re single

levi is stood behind you and turns to hand his chilling stare to jean who slowly notices. he looks like his knees are about to buckle. “?,&:£:& sorry for asking,,, i’ll...... get going......”

levi just grunts in annoyance glaring at him even as he scurries out the hallway.

you turn to look at him and happily smile “ahhh thank you, i didn’t know how to turn him down he just joined the team so you know, it was weird he asked that”

levi just nods and tells you to get back to work and he hears you squeak out a “yepyepyep!!!”

levi is also very in denial about the way he feels

one day it’ll be “yeah i like y/n” the next it’s “no i do not...that is literally SO stupid. me??? in love?? never.”

also, when you accidentally brush past his skin he can’t help but tense up slightly and look anywhere but where you’re touching him

one time you place a hand on his forehead to check on his temperature because you do not trust him to be honest about having a fever

the scent of your vanilla perfume it’s sweet and simple but it makes him feel incredibly shy for no reason at all

GOD.

he feels like a stupid flustered school boy

ALL THIS OVER SOME PERFUME??

the man can’t even handle looking you in the eye. he’s reading his paperwork acting as nonchalant as possible when he’s really just freaking out

is my forehead sweaty?

fuck, fuck, fuck how do i look up close?

his thoughts are so jumbled up he doesn’t know how to respond to you when you ask if he’s really doing okay

“your cheeks are bright red, maybe you do have a fever?” you’re frowning and rummaging through your bag hoping to find something to help his pounding headache

but all he’s doing as he sits at his desk is nervously opening and closing his pen by the lid

he can’t tell if his face is red because he��s ill or because he likes you

and it’s driving him CRAZY??

wait a second.

does he like you? or does he like-like you?? or does he lo- no he does not love you that is absurd

what really cements his feelings for you is the day he’s unable to reel his mouth back in.

he just starts rambling about everything that has been stressing him out recently

the new company merger, developing new product designs, reviewing humongous stacks of paperwork, attending all these long meetings

he is being driven to his breaking point and you stand there taking it all in

“hey, take the day off.” your soft voice cuts him off mid sentence and he looks at you like you just told him to curl up into a ball and die

take a day off???? he does not have the time to take a day off??

he assumes you’re frustrated by his behaviour and begins to apologize. “i’m sorry that was unprofessional i shouldn’t have don-”

“i’ll finish the paperwork. your next meeting is scheduled for tomorrow. it’s okay to take a breather.” you pick up the stack of documents and move to transfer them over to your desk

but levi is persistent.

he stands in your way and you look at him expecting him to step out

“there is no need for that.” his tone is firm but you’re still defiant

“it’s my job as your secretary to alleviate your workload.” you don’t even spare him a glance and he feels like he’s burdening you now

sure, you are his secretary but allowing you to complete all that work on your own is ludicrous

waltzing around him you beeline towards your desk but again he steps in your way interjecting your path

“lev-”

your face morphs into a mortified expression and you panic, you did not just call him by his first name AT WORK

“i mean,” [insert an anxious yet deliberate cough] “mr ackerman.”

“listen, i understand you’re very stressed sir but i’ll finish the work off so please rest up. you need to be refreshed for tomorrow’s company dinner with the investors.”

you’re pleading he takes your advice but all he can do is blink in confusion

you would do that for him???

are you really just diligent and caring or,,, does he maybe have a chance at asking you out?

but again as quick as the idea enters his head it leaves.

asking you out sounds absurd to him, you deserve way better than someone like him

levi is having another one of his jealous moments

you’ve latched yourself onto reiner braun’s arm at the company dinner and he turns away frustrated

you look really pretty

like,,, sUPER pretty

like,,, drop dead gorgeous

he clears his throat when you both make eye contact

you perk up a little and your hand raises to wave at him but levi is so horrible at interacting with you he ends up ignoring you completely...

the pit of fire in his stomach flares up when he hears reiner compliment you, he’s surprised you even accept it and thank him

now, levi is not annoyed because you don’t deserve the compliment.

no, no, no you deserve all the compliments under the sun as far as he’s concerned but what the hell does “you look way better than normal.” even mean??

he thinks you look pretty every day so he’s just a tad bit offended by it

and he only begins to realize he’s in too deep when he sees the way reiner is getting a little too handsy for his liking

he doesn’t interrupt by saying anything even though he really wants to, you seem to not mind reiner’s touch

so he won’t step in between that, it’s not even any of his business

but it certainly doesn’t stop his displeasure from being blatantly obvious and displayed on his face

“ahhh mr ackerman, if it isn’t a pleasure to see you?”

levi hears an investor greet him but his eyes are glued on you.

you’re laughing so hard at one of braun’s jokes and he feels the same flame in his stomach.

it’s rising and reaches his chest igniting once again and he narrows his eyes finally looking away

he’s not going to spare you another glance this entire evening instead he’ll occupy himself with business talk

“mr acker-”

spinning on his heel he twists around and is face to face to with one of his close sponsors erwin smith

he smiles and the two shake hands discussing new company developments and shared work stress before some how shifting to each other's personal lives

“seeing anyone?” erwin’s question makes levi stiffen and his eyes flick towards where you were just standing a while ago

you’re no longer there but he spots you a little further away now sitting alone

you look a little lost and he feels a sudden and strong magnetism

he wants to approach you to talk so badly, and as his eyes scan around the room he sees reiner occupying himself in a suggestive conversation with a lady from HR

she’s definitely trying to flirt and he’s reciprocating easily

oh, so you’ve been ditched...?

is reiner OK???

first the backhanded compliment

now he’s ditching YOU???

it makes levi feel a little angry and frustrated

he doesn’t even notice at first because he’s so deep in thought but erwin leans in to whisper in his ear. “i know that look, go talk to your crush.”

“we’re much too old for you to be using the term crush. it makes it sound childish.” levi grumbles before taking a sip from his wine glass

“i’ll go keep my secretary company. i’ve spoke to most of the other investors it should be okay.” the statement is more of a question but smith nods in response

“it’ll be more than okay, go get em’ tiger!” erwin lands a light punch onto levi’s shoulder and he grins before walking away

to levi’s disappointment he’s unable to speak to you

you end up getting dragged into conversation with some of the other employees and he doesn’t see you again

so much for talking to you, he couldn’t even get within a meters radius

he’s now out on the balcony for a breathe of fresh air, the past few hours have consisted of tedious and forced small talk with an investor’s daughter

her father has been BEGGING levi, even bribing him to consider marrying her but levi rejects every single time

there’s nothing wrong with the girl really

she’s well educated and quite pretty but... that’s all he knows about her?

AND no one beats you, even though he’s still kinda in denial about liking you

hell, not like that part matters he doesn’t even know the girl’s name what does her dad expect from him?

was it sharron? shana? he forgot her name as soon as it was said 

much to levi’s dismay he hears an unexpected giggle behind him and then an arm slinks over his shoulder, the investor’s daughter has followed him out and is now pressing her chest against him awaiting a reaction

frankly, he wants to push her off BUT he’ll be in big trouble and lose a key sponsor if he handles this incorrectly

“could you please distance yourself?” he tries to intimidate the younger girl away with the bitter tone of his voice but it only seems to motivate her

“feisty one aren’t you?” she’s looking up at him through her lashes and her poor attempt at looking appealing only makes levi internally face palm

her index finger is drawing circles into his tie and he feels his breath hitch due to how uncomfortable she’s making him

“please move.” he requests for her to listen once again and he’s now taken a step back but she only follows and keeps her firm grip on his tie

she doesn’t seem to be letting up and there’s nothing he can really do about it.

he guesses he’ll just wait till she gets bored but the time passes at an excruciatingly slow rate

in this fifteen minute duration she’s played around with his hair which has SERIOUSLY annoyed him because he took time to style it

and he thought it looked pretty cool

now she’s only pushed and pushed further and further into his chest and he can feel her hot icky breath hit his neck

the veins in his forehead are twitching in expanding irritation and he doesn’t know how much more of this he can tolerate

“you’re making him uncomfortable.” levi’s head snaps to the right and there you are still as beautiful as the last time he saw you

your arms crossed over your chest and you’re looking the girl up and down

“and who might you be?” the way she scoffs seems to be enough to piss you off because your face morphs into a scowl.

big Yikes...you’re mad

“leave him alone.”

“you must be of no importance, we have no time for-”

“step away before i make a report on the grounds of sexual harassment.”

you flip your phone out smirk plastered across your face

“it’s all been recorded. know your place.” you’re unyielding and even levi is thinking??? wow??? you know how to not be nice??? because well, he’s never seen you this mad 

just as you expect she barges out in a fury (not before flicking you off), you’ve left her brimming with rage and you feel rather proud of yourself

you release a content sigh

“do i get a raise for saving you or what?” you dryly jab 

he’s always loved your straightforward jokes, they align perfectly with his blunt humour

he murmurs his appreciative thanks

“are you enjoying yourself?” he asks the question eager to know what your answer is

it’s another way he knows he’s falling way too deep for his liking

he never asks anyone else these trivial questions

“enjoyable. although reiner is a little.” you pause to find the correct words

“he just made me a little uncomfy, he’s very extroverted so i felt out of place. thankfully he’s preoccupied himself elsewhere.” the same lonely look from before returns to your face 

yeah, it is kinda sucky to have your date ditch you

“you don’t have to tolerate-” levi starts then stops.

you’ve leant in to hear him after saying you can’t hear much over the hustle and bustle from inside

“the- i mean- what i’m trying to say is” he looks at you completely stunned trying to piece together what he wants to say

wOWIE!!!! you literally look so stunning up close he can not formulate a sentence, he has officially LOST IT

the words he say next fly out of his mouth after a lengthy internal struggle “fuck. what i’m saying is, what i mean is, you could always come as my date next time.”

now you’re the one looking at him stupefied.

again, he’s looking anywhere but at you

the closest he gets to it is taking a glimpse of your dress,

it’s black and suits you well with the little ruffles and all.

“i’d love that.”

the tips of his ears grow red in embarrassment but... YOU ACCEPTED???

NOW. levi is giddy on the inside but makes no move to make it obvious instead he opts to scratch his neck and give you an awkward thumbs up

you take note of his body language and the possible realization dawns on you

but you can’t really tell if it’s the doing of alcohol

either way you grab onto his suit and begin to lead the way back into the main hall

“may as well start being my date now? not like reiner’s coming back any time soon” he can’t see your face but he can tell you’re smiling as you speak

levi’s cheeks are bright red but he thanks the chilly night air and darkness for hiding the way he’s reacting

he won’t confess just yet, it’s too early and again he’s in major denial but when staring at the hand that holds onto his suit jacket his heart tingles a little

more like a LOT...

but really whatever it is the two of you have got going on right now it weirdly makes the both of you feel weak at the knees

to be honest, levi enjoys it

and so do you :-)

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hey! could you write something about reader which always overworks itself so much that they barely is able to stay on their feets and Pieck which is worried and tries to stop them doing this while always taking care of them anyways?

Overworked

Pieck x Reader

Hi!! I really really reaaaaally hope this is what you meant, I was not quite sure (‘:

Word Count: 1.7k

Cw: Minor cursing (if any?)

Disclaimer: This is my first ask and my second story/fic/head canon/ whatever/ type thing ever, so feedback is appreciated :D

I’d LOVE to do more of this so asks are also appreciated :DDDD

Enjoy!!!

* Wholesome fluff!!!!*

Ships involved: Pieck X Reader, Minor Sasha and Niccolo

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- “Darling, where are you?” Your phone read as it lit up

- Her name in your phone is “Pieck <3”

- Short and simple ik

- You were about 5 minutes away, she has your location, no need to respond plus you’re too tired to even move your arms from the steering wheel

- (I imagine you’re about 21-23 years old)

- You arrive at your shared apartment

- “Piecky I’m home” you manage to chirp out

- She greets you with a kiss

- “Welcome home,” (((‘:

- (You’ll never get over her greeting,,,, your heart is going to explode)

- “11:30 again? Honey.. don’t you think this is a lot of overtime?”

- You came in at 11 this morning 😀

- “It’s the busiest time of the year for Hange and Co, Mr. Acker-Smith seems to be very adamant on getting things done and he needs me” You sigh and pull her into an embrace

- “Even though I’m so proud of you my love, I need you too ya know” she pouts

- ))):

- She gave you the puppy dog eyes

- (You almost quit your job right then and there 😳😳)

- “I need you too” your hands lightly massage her back, snuggling your chin onto her shoulder

- You’re completely engulfed in the smell of her fresh shampoo mixed with a bit of food smell

- “Did you eat?” You pulled away

- “Yeah a while ago, I couldn’t wait for you but I just made you food”)))):

- (Babygirl is pouting again)

- “You truly are the best” you gave her a quick peck and she led you to the kitchen

- Pieck makes you sit down at the table after you insisted helping yourself but she likes serving you

- She sits with you as you eat, talking about everything yet nothing at all. You’re complaining about how Eren fucked up something so you and Mikasa had to do damage control for 20 minutes while Pieck is complaining about how Porco kept micromanaging/nitpicking everything everyone did today— he’s apparently “not even the boss!?”

- You finish and Pieck takes your plate

- “Baby, I can wash it” you try reaching for the plate which ends up with you getting a light slap on the hand

- “Honey, just go take a shower. I’ll take care of all this don’t you worry about any of this!!!” She gives you one of her signature genuine smiles— absolutely nothing but pure love in those eyes

- (You just wanted to cry from pure joy and true love)

- ?????How did you get so lucky?????

- Well you couldn’t do anything BUT shower, so you did

- You came out in your pajamas you daydreamed about this afternoon on your lunch break

- Pieck sat on the couch in one of your shirts with two wine glasses on the coffee table in front of her

- “Want to watch a few episodes?” Pieck said from the loveseat as she scrolled through CrunchyRoll before selecting Attack On Titan season 4

- Hehe aka the show that you’re binging together((;

- You made your way to the couch and just melted into her arms

- About 20 minutes and 2 1/2 glasses in, you’re laying in between Piecks legs with your back against her front while she’s absentmindedly raking her fingers against your scalp

- Did you just die??? Is this heaven and an angel is stroking your hair??

- Yes you are dozing off 🥰

- Pieck finds your little head bobs here and there adorable

- She finds your light snores even more adorable

- Yes she’d take a quick selfie before gently kissing your temple because she wants this moment forever

- As if your soul was ripped back into reality, your alarm for 9:30am (you have work at 11am)

- You’re confused as fuck

- Your shared bed is empty

- You don’t remember setting an alarm

- You didn’t even drink that much to black out but what the fuck happened?!?!?

- You slip on your house shoes and begin to search for Pieck

- The search quickly ended after you opened the bedroom door and was slapped in the face by the smell of food

- You’re about to enter the kitchen but stop before fully making your presence known because you hear Pieck humming to the music lightly playing(((((,,,:

- You rest your shoulder on the frame just admiring your lover with messy hair, in no pants, in your favourite t-shirt, slightly dancing to the music as she is cooking some eggs

- “What are you doing my darling??” You giggled as she jumped at your sudden morning voice happily interrupting her song

- “Ah~ Good morning dove” she walks over to you for your daily morning kiss “I was going to bring your some breakfast in bed” she motions to the tray on the counter

- ))): baby looks so sad she couldn’t surprise you

- “You were just so tired last night that you just fell asleep. You were out cold, I tried waking you up but it was no luck so I just carried you to bed, I wanted to do something nice for you I feel so bad you’re overworking yourself” she’ll say while she lightly grabs your face and traces your chin to your jawline

- ????bitch is strong

- Canon 97 pounds of pure muscle

- Ok so what did you do to find someone like her??????

- “I love you, I don’t know what I did to deserve you” you’ll rub the small of her back as you begin to grab some plates for the both of you

- “You being you is enough honey” she’ll reply

- Ahsjdhdhdh

- As you both eat, Pieck will catch you up on what you missed on the few episodes she watched while you were absolutely zonked last night. She’ll show you the few snapchats she took of you and sent to Annie, Ymir(who showed historia), and Reiner

- Living with Pieck is an absolute dream. Chores with her do NOT feel like chores. You guys have a system, you’ll wash the dishes and she’ll clean up all the dishes you used to make food and she’ll put the leftovers away (of course you switch off time to time)

- You’ll sing and dance along with each other in the own comfort of your shared kitchen

- “Ah I’m gonna go get ready” you’ll say putting the last dish on the rack

- Pieck is a sly dog. She knows what she’s doing when she gives you those puppy dog eyes

- “No you don’t” shed wrap you in her arms tightly

- 🥺🥺🥺🥺 type of bitch

- You seriously consider quitting like you don’t need to pay rent or any other bills right????

- )))): “baby I have to. I don’t want to. But I’ll be back tonight”

- With that you went to go change and came down in business casual attire

- “Okay my love I’m going I’ll see you tonight I love you! Thank you so much I really appreciate everything you’ve done ” You’ll pepper her with face kisses before she hands you your lunch that she packed

  - 2 1/2 weeks have past. It’s the end of the month. You know what this means

- NO MORE OVERTIME. NO MORE GRAVEYARD SHIFTS. NO MORE RUINED SLEEP SCHEDULES.

- You knew that this Friday was the end of literal hell month

- Your insane amount of effort did not go unnoticed though. The second you stepped into the office today, Mr.Acker-Smith pulled you into his office and gave you a performance review

- It resulted in a $2 raise :D

- Today was Friday, you get to go home at a regular time today since you prepared to finish up all your work late last night so you could spend some time with Pieck

- After work, you stopped by Niccolo and Sasha’s local restaurant to pick up Pieck’s favourite pizza, then you got her favourite wine and flowers from the grocery store

- You arrived home about an hour before Pieck

- She doesn’t know that you get off early (aka normal time) today, so you wanted to surprise her

- You quickly changed out of your work clothes

- You got everything set up/cleaned up. Dishes were washed and put away, your guys’ laundry was folded and put away, the kitchen was quickly vacuumed and everything in the house was straightened up

- You went full maid mode so maybe Pieck could put on a maid outf—

- Anyways

- By the time you were about to plate the pizza, you’ll hear her walk in

- “Darling I’m home” she’ll say

- 😭😭😭 I HC her saying “I’m home” to you even when you’re not there🥺🥺

- She’ll arrive in the kitchen, hands full of wine, pasta from Sasha and Niccolo, and YOUR favourite flowers

- You both crack up laughing and are just like this

- Great minds think alike😀

- She’ll place everything down and say “darling!!!! When did you get home?!” As she goes to hug you

- “About an hour ago, I wanted to surprise you just to thank you for being my biggest supporter this past month. I say it all the time but I am the luckiest to have you. You absolutely do go the extra mile”

- She’ll tear up a bit

- “I was just so worried about you, I’m so glad you didn’t have a burnout. I know you’re tough my love but I almost offered my boss if I could get more hours so you wouldn’t have to work so much”

- ))))):

- You’ll both go take a shower together, just to enjoy each other’s touch/presence and make up for some lost time

- You’ll change into comfy clothes and go to the kitchen to grab pizza and pasta

- You don’t care that it’s room temperature now. You’re just glad you’re with each other

- Pieck will turn on AOT for background noise as you both munch and drink

- You guys get too caught up in conversation, laughs, and lots of kisses to realize that your bottle she bought you is empty and about 1/4 done with the bottle you bought Pieck

- Next thing you know, Piecks laying on your chest on the couch as you both snooze away

- Tomorrow will be a bit of a hassle to clean up but neither of you will care

- If only someone could take a picture of you guys as you are now

- It’s trivial moments like these that make existing so much better <<3

[iamnightduchess]

ReinerxMikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky A to Z Ask Game (R20+) Headcanon #19

*Update: 24 March 2021

A continuation of this ask & inspired by this original post. Dedicated to @xrocketmanx for their amazing 💖 on my ko-fi page!

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic description of very explicit smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

(In complete Alphabetical Order)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

People expect Reiner to be the one who would jump off the bed immediately soon after when they’re done but on the contrary, he just loves lying there and holding Mikasa in his arms post-coitus. Although, they do sleep with Mikasa lying on his chest most nights. Mikasa wasn’t used to be held intimately in the first few months of their relationship, so the first time they made love, Reiner gave her the space that she needed before, during and after. It was Mikasa who finally initiated their first cuddle post-coitus after the next several weeks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reiner: Very confident of his physical appearance and in his skin. He really loves everything on and about Mikasa. He loves her body type the way she is - to him, hers is just perfect. But, his most favorite body part of hers he'd like to touch first every time he could is her hands. He just like holding her hands when he wakes up, winding down for the night & even when he's asleep.

Mikasa: This woman, despite having a bombshell athletic figure, still secretly feels insecure of the way she looks. She loves Reiner's biceps the most - at home, she'll sneak a quick peck or a nibble on his biceps when he's doing the dishes or making dinner. She also likes to snuggle up to him on the couch with his arm draped around her shoulders, sometimes until she falls asleep.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… lol)

She...swallows? 🙈 (holy shizz i'm not so sure of this one. Can't think of a suitable answer without being cringey 🤣)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reiner & Mikasa once had a quickie inside the changing booth during a beach trip with their friends. Reiner had also went down on Mikasa after dinner at his mum's place, right in Karina's laundry room because he 'accidentally' spilt some wine on her dress & wanted to get her dress cleaned up. He ended up having her as dessert on top of the moving dryer & she left her underwear there by accident.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

They were both not each other’s first lovers but when they first got together, the experience is like being with no other. They discovered new parts & points of not only their significant other’s physical & spiritual strengths but also their own respective preferences as well. Reiner’s quite a ladies’ man during his early years in the military but after a while, he got bored of the game. Meeting Mikasa, he realised he wants to play the game again but this time to win it for good. Mikasa has only been with one boyfriend since college & being with Reiner opened her eyes up to vast possibilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

No, Reiner doesn't do the Military Style despite being a military man 🤣 Missionary & Cow Girl are their standard starting positions. Despite Mikasa being very flexible, which gave them more advantage in attempting the more physically-challenging positions, but the following are their more favorite experimental ones:

Oasis

Basket

Watering Can

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

A little bit of both, no doubt. Reiner has a dorky sense of humor & Mikasa's odd humor makes for a good tension-breaking combination. Their foreplays always begin with a good laugh - with Reiner ghosting his teasing touches on her love handles. Gets her in the mood for some serious sexing every time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

For both, the carpets matched the drapes. Mikasa tried Brazillian wax once and uhh...Reiner abstained for a week & a half because he prefers her au naturalé 🙈 He said it felt odd from what he's used to haha

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

There are days they’ll just have a quickie if they get in the mood while just chilling, watching TV together after dinner. Before the children came, they would always have slow, intense eye-gazing, tantric, unrushed lovemaking. After the twins came into the picture, they’ll be lucky if they can even have cuddle time together >D Mikasa doesn’t say “I love you” out-loud but showed it in the way she touches & kisses Reiner’s arm when he’s in the kitchen making dinner or when he’s giving the twins a bath.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oooh...Reiner rarely does this after he dated Mikasa & married her. But he loves getting her to touch herself in the showers. While he watches.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Did i tell you about their muscle kink & how much they love each other’s muscles?? Roleplay :) They like to pretend they’re strangers meeting in a cafe or a hotel bar and later have a ‘pretend one-night stand’ with each other haha It keeps the flame burning! (i posted a oneshot on this.)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Home: bedroom, kitchen and in his home office. In the showers too!

They're not one to do it in public but they did have several outdoor trysts on the back of his 4WD while having a romantic night under the stars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) haha can't help not including this gif

When Mikasa rubs one of Reiner's thighs, rest assured that his gears will be running. Meanwhile when Reiner nuzzles her neck and started caressing her abs, oh it's an on for her alright.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⛔ Backdoors are a big N.O ⛔

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

They're both amazing givers... You know what it means: 34 + 35 🤫 Reiner would sometimes initiates when Mikasa's already asleep. Remember that Zoom Conference & online gaming session? Mikasa likes to get back at Reiner when he least expects it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both depending on their moods...quickies are usually fast pounding yet not too rough, Reiner respects Mikasa too much to ever be at risk of hurting her. Usually their lovemaking would be sensual & soul-bonding at the same time.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Mikasa prefers to wear pants when they ever go for outings, movie trips, hiking trips. But, she wears skirts when they're visiting their families for a reason: smoother access for quickies. The moment she walks down the stairs in a beautiful dress before they head to his mum's or her aunts', Reiner already knows it. They be getting freaky with a quickie later 🙈

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reiner & Mikasa are very experimental in the bedroom. Sure, they don’t have frequent lovemaking but when they’re in the mood, fireworks are a guarantee throughout with different new positions ;) Risk-taker? Let’s just say Reiner’s virility and Mikasa’s flexibility provided a lot of perks in their love lives together (and some pregnancy scares too! before they were ready to conceive) Mikasa once gave Reiner head while they're stuck in traffic heading into a road block. He'd finished just before the the car in front of them pass the inspection 🙈

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Ooh boy, all night haha Rounds: 2 max at one time. Duration: At least 1.5hours X) They both are super fit, athletic people so one can expect their staminas to be nothing less than subpar. *cough* In Canon AU: Max 4 times or 1/3 of the night *winks* because supernatural & acker powers!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No, they don't 🙈

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Goes without saying: a lot. Mikasa likes to wear Reiner's tshirts/ dress shirts at home to tease him. While Reiner likes to wear his reading glasses a lot at home because that is one of her biggest turn ons from him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Mikasa's the quiet one between the two and the loudest she'd ever been was just a deep, heavy whimper. Reiner's the louder one that sometimes Mikasa would have to smother him when they're having a quickie 🤣

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Even after more than 20 years together, Reiner and Mikasa still make out like they're teenagers - pretending to sneak around and grinding in hidden, cramped spaces away from their kids.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mikasa : Dynamite & powerful grip - thighs and you-know-what (even after 3 kids!)

Reiner : Thicc - ass & this man is packing. He has girth!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

On a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being the highest: 15 🤣 There's something about getting Mikasa to relax and laugh during their chill time, that just instantaneously revved up their engines at the same time. Reiner is a very tender, romantic person & Mikasa cannot resist it when he starts to tell her how much he loves her & appreciates her. He likes to kiss her hand when they're just hanging out even with friends. Everything Reiner does is genuine & that warms her heart everytime.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reiner would be the first to go out like a light & Mikasa just likes to rest her head on his chest and hear his beating heart & relaxed breathing. Mikasa thinks Reiner's little snores are adorable. But when they're just cuddling on the couch, Mikasa would fall asleep first & Reiner would carry her to the bed.

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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this & I hope you'll enjoy it too! Thank you so much for the support & love 💖 xoxo More asks to come!

[eternaltm]

❛ i only ask for your laughter ❜

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and isn’t it just something so interesting   ---   how sometimes all one needs to do is ask. there is something at play here, something more than just the two of them sharing the same space while music plays over speakers. maybe the alcohol is helping. colin acker is known for being able to hold his booze well; he likes wine. reds, usually, but tonight he’s cradling a sweet white as though it’s a treat   ---   as though there is some kind of personal celebration. the amount has slowly brightened his mood; he’s a cheerful drunk, talkative when chester isn’t busy dealing with other people as they come and go. it’s busy and yet colin has kept to the bar itself. usually? he writes. notebooks travel with him everywhere and he often focuses and fills in a few pages while draining a few glasses. there have been a few occasions where he has spent long chats with muir   ---   ones where he ends up almost drinking the man under the table. marmara is a comfort, as is chester. the banter between them is especially enjoyable, tonight   ---   and he realizes something as he sits back and does actually let out a small laugh, despite himself. he’s a regular, now. this is it. this is his bar   --- his favorite.

“you’re lucky.” there’s a sentiment, there. the smile that remains on his face is fond. at ease. it’s nice, being able to come here   ---   to get away from the thumping in the walls of his home, to see what humans enjoy doing as they drink, now. “you’re easy to spoil. look at you. how many people could you ask the world of, if you wanted? how many universes could you put together if you simply asked for more   ---   for the things you want.” 

[lalaurelia]

Was tagged by @thegreenfairy13 - thank you!

relationships: yeah, been there. still traumatised badly. I don’t think I’ll recover in time to try again.

break ups: yeah.

kids: I don’t think so.

brothers and sisters: brother.

pets: a cat. she’s 17 already.

surgeries: not unless you count dental lol

tattoos: not for me.

countries you’ve been to: Italy, England, Greece, France, Egypt, Denmark, Norway, Ukraine (a very long time ago, that). And, it’s been on layover, so just a couple hours tops - but Austria and Switzerland. I’m erasing the trip to Seychelles from my memory, but I’ve been there too.

been in an airplane: oh yes.

been in an ambulance: thrice. None of it was serious, it’s just how our medical system works. Once they were simply giving me and my Mom a lift to the train station after they fixed my forehead when I gashed it on accident. I was maybe 5 then.

sing karaoke: I like singing but karaoke isn’t for me XD sing-alongs maybe XD I probably sound terrible.

ice skating: too long ago to remember.

been on a cruise: I have some very distant memory of some ships. but I think I was just tagging along with my Grandpa who was the chief electrician on one.

driven a motorcycle: nope, but I rode on the backseat once.

ridden a horse: yes! got some lessons too, I loved it. I would’ve liked to resume, just casually, tbh, but all the places where I could ride are located rather far from me.

stayed in a hospital: once. it wasn’t too bad but I don’t want a repeat.

favorite fruit or berries: blueberries (the ones that are big and green inside, not red). wild strawberries. apples. mangoes.

favorite colors: purple, yellow, deep shades of blue and green. red, like wine.

last text: I don’t do texts. catch me on messenger apps instead.

coffee or tea: tea. definitely tea. black. green sometimes. herbal tea is not tea XD no sugar, milk is optional. I do like trying out fancy coffees with syrups and stuff sometimes.

favorite pie: prolly apple one.

favorite pizza: if it has meat/sausage, jalapenos and lots of cheese, I’ll love it.

cat or dog: can I have both?

favorite time of the year: spring and summer. I can at least hope to be warm then.

met a star: yes! Gotham’s Robin and Drew! Also Burn Gorman and Amy Acker. 

flown a helicopter: nope.

been on tv: I don’t think so.

broken my leg: no, thankfully.

seen a ghost: I don’t think so.

been sick in a taxi: yeah. I’ve had trouble with that when I was little, car/bus trips anywhere were torture.

seen someone die: I hope I won’t, ever.

Tagging, if you want to play - @butterfliesandresistance, @sunlitroom, @fandomfourever, @zsparz and anyone else who’d like to.