Jun 22, 2021
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Aerti or Byleth/S-rank of your choice: sleep-talking princess dragon dream! Or the sprained ankle one!
“Please put me down,” Tifa said, her face burning. “It’s just a sprained ankle.”
“Out of the question.” Aerith smiled, and Tifa knew her well enough by now to see the teeth behind the sweet exterior. Tifa had always considered herself a stubborn girl, but she had nothing on Aerith. It was terrifying, really, how someone who looked so innocent could sit on such a powerhouse of a personality. If Aerith wanted something, Aerith got it - which meant that if she wanted to princess carry Tifa through the entire slums of Sector 7, she would.
“Everyone’s staring,” Tifa mumbled.
“Of course not.”
They were. Tifa couldn’t blame them. There she was, the kickass bartender who could take down pretty much anyone with a single punch, being carried like a damsel in distress by a girl who looked like she could go into a fight with a butterfly and lose.
“I’m heavy,” she tried, changing approach. “Your arms have to be killing you right now.”
“Not at all.” Aerith’s smile softened. “You always take care of everyone. It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t let others take care of you every once in a while.”
“But...”
“No buts. I’m going to take care of you this time. Okay?”
Their eyes met. The resolve in Aerith’s gaze was unwavering, and so was the genuine kindness.Tifa nodded, her cheeks somehow growing even hotter. If Aerith wanted something, Aerith got it - and when she looked at Tifa like that, the kickass bartender didn’t have a chance.
Hit by a car or space jail?
Rey sighed in relief when the dark-haired man finally opened his eyes. She hadn’t hit him that hard. Not really. And since she and the authorities didn’t really see eye to eye, she much preferred not having to call the accident in.
“Fuck...” the man groaned. “I feel like I got hit by a car.”
Rey cringed internally. “Yeah... about that...”
“Wait, I did?” The man sat up and looked around, his sharp brown eyes scanning the surroundings with the calmness of someone who clearly wasn’t new to the experience of being knocked out. It didn’t surprise her. A deep scar ran down his cheek, and his nose looked like it had been broken a time or two. On top of that, the man was built like a damn tank. He probably wasn’t new to knocking people out either.
He turned his gaze to Rey. “And it was your car?”
Her heart sped up. She was screwed. She was so screwed. Her pathetic excuse of a bank account wouldn’t stand a chance against a law suit or a hospital bill, and then there was the fact that the guy looked like he could probably snap her neck without even trying. She’d always been good at clawing her way out of tricky situations, but this one? This was gonna be tough.
“It was, and you wrecked it,” she said, summoning all the confidence she could muster. “Look at the dents. It’s gonna cost a fortune to fix.”
The man raised his eyebrows, humor glittering in his eyes. “I wrecked it? You’re the one who hit me.”
“Only because you were in the way.”
“I’m literally lying on the sidewalk.”
“Which is why I won’t force you to pay for the damages.” Rey crossed her arms. “And technically, you’re sitting.”
“Are you for real?”
Rey stubbornly stood her ground. Or, technically, crouched her ground. Maybe it was time to just make a run for it. The car wasn’t that far away. But then again, he had wrecked it. She had no idea whether that piece of junk would start or not. She was so screwed.
Then, to her great surprise, a grin lit up his face. “You’re way too cocky for your own good, you know.”
The amused expression should have calmed her racing heart, but instead it had the exact opposite effect. She swallowed hard. The man wasn’t conventionally attractive, but if unconventional hotness was a thing, he definitely had it figured out.
“So I’ve heard.” She hesitated. “Buy me dinner and I’ll let this slide.”
“Do I have to remind you that you hit me? You should be the one buying me dinner.”
“Deal.”
He blinked. “That’s not what I...”
“I said deal. There’s a great kebab place around the corner.” And with great, she meant cheap. Way cheaper than a law suit. She stood and brushed some dust off her worn-out jeans. “You coming?”
He gave her an incredulous look, but in the end, he got up on his feet. “You’re one hell of a bargainer.”
She shrugged, forcing back a smug smile. She was one hell of a bargainer. “I’m Rey, by the way.”
Rey’s heart did yet another somersault as the man grinned.
“I’m Ben.”
I've been following you since 2012. You were a pain in the ass then, you're a pain in the ass now, and you still haven't done the Thranduil cosplay. And you still have the terrible, TERRIBLE username.
you are a curse to me
but so am i to you
jimtheviking replied to your chat “Me: Mom would you do fortunetelling if I drink Turkish coffee? I need...”
ÖYKÜ YOU ARE KILLING ME D:
There’s more! Apparently you shouldn’t mix it after you put it on fire AND it’s supposed to be “foamy”. It still tastes good! Why foam?!
Thanks for the support, y’all 🧡🧡🧡🧡
This week needs to just end because I am super over it, but here’s hoping tomorrow is an improvement, and here hoping you guys have a good week
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Incorrect. I’ll fight you.
please fight me and break all my bones jim
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This just means he's getting more experience for you.