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[theeroticlover]

Fhew !! I like it when you show; you need me bad....

[acewithapaintbrush]

It starts as a joke.

That's not what Eva would call it if asked. She is not good at jokes which is apparent by the way this one falls flat. If Eva had to call it anything, she'd call it a ruse. A clever diversion. Of course the second coffee is for Dr. Grace but she knows better than to give a man who just vomited twice and whose throat is probably scraped raw a hot, caffeinated liquid. She didn't expect him to react this intensely to the experience but she really should have. He's a civilian, not military. She needs to remember that going forward.

So she pulls the cups to her chest and says “I need both” expecting him to look at her weird. But he's not missing a beat, just smiles crookedly and waves it off and Eva thinks once again: ‘I'm not good at jokes.’

☕☕☕☕☕☕

“Here you go.”

Eva looks up and there are two coffees sitting on her desk. Dr. Grace sits down next to her, sipping at his own cup, already distracted by papers he was handed for review.

Two coffees. Black.

She opens her mouth to tell him she doesn't need both but snaps it shut when he glances over at her and grins. She lifts one to take a sip and pulls the other one closer to herself.

It can't hurt.

☕☕☕☕

It keeps happening.

Two coffees. On her desk, waiting in her office, shoved into her hands on the way to another mind numbing meeting.

It doesn't happen all the time. Only on especially stressful days or when she is barely able to keep her eyes open. She's unsure if Dr. Grace knows it's just a bit that doesn't need to be indulged all the time or if he is genuinely concerned about her caffeine intake.

He doesn't tell her. She doesn't ask.

☕☕☕☕☕☕

He doesn't bring her two coffees when he meets with her to tell her that he can't do it, that he doesn't have it in him.

She's glad. She doesn't deserve it.

If he had, he might have taken one of them and thrown it in her face.

(he wouldn't)

She would deserve it.

☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕

She orders the technicians to reprogram the food distribution part of Mary and assign Dr. Grace Ilyukhina’s coffee ration. The Russian woman rarely drinks coffee anyway. She will just have to deal. Eva feels guilty for all of a second before she soothes her own conscience with the fact that Grace will definitely share his ration with the woman anyway if she really craves some caffeine.

He's good like that.

☕☕☕☕☕☕☕

The launch goes off without a hitch. The atmosphere is somber and quiet. There is no loud countdown, no champagne for everyone. Just whispers and a table with some snacks and coffee.

Eva pours herself two cups, just out of habit. Puts cream and sugar in one of them.

Habit, everything.

She stares, unmoving, at the two cups sitting on the table for so long a hand reaches past her to take one of them, probably thinking they are up for grabs for everyone. It's the cream and sugar one, the one she won't drink anyway. She could let them take it but instead she grabs both cups before the other hand can.

“I need both,” she says.

The person next to her makes a face. Like she is being weird.

Eva stares at her two cups of coffee and thinks: ‘I'm not good at jokes.’

[tortured-griffith]

Okay, beyond the messing around, if I can be completely honest for a moment the latest chapter and the way how it rewrites the relationship between Griffith and the GodHand has left me with this dreadful feeling, which I truly hope I am wrong about. The way how it calls out all his savior antics and world building and his kingdom as just a front he is hiding behind- which, to be fair, is just confirmation of what we already know- but this revelation being done in the form of taunting by the GodHand, coupled with his unusual reaction... has me fearing that this entire time the reality of Griffith's situation has been this:

The only difference now being:

He no longer has somebody to drag him out of there.

In this grand chase of his that was spurred on by both guilt and ambition, for every single sacrifice to be worth something he chose power believing that he wouldn't have to need anybody else if he was strong enough.

And he got exactly what he wanted.

This time around he is completely and utterly alone.

[cuando-fingi-quererte]

Ganas de terminar en tu carita hermosa.

— G'

[lakshana-ke-lakshan]

Uzair changed his unofficial Facebook ID name to "Manboobs_lover#1" after meeting one random employee at a random doodh soda shop

(plz, he doesn't even like doodh soda)

later when he gets to REALLY know Hamza, yk (got fucked by him and had him confess on his feet multiple times AHEM) he tried to argue with himself OR Rehman, pick your poison-

Uzair- "mujhe uski aankhon se mohabbat Hui thi peheli nazar mei, kuch to farebi rang tha- hara? Neela? Cement wala? (idk grey ki hindi/urdu fuck you) Jo bhi tha- Nasha tha jo mujhe chadh gaya-

(in reality, his nazar never went to hamza's eyes, stayed..down..)

Rehman- "stfu you whore."

(He knows his baby bro, afterall, he's also a boob person- it's in the blood🥀)

Inspired by @sparksfromhell ka meme wala post because I loved it (cackled for 20 good seconds)

[uunderyourspelll]

I can't take my eyes off you

[que-po-ses]

Vladislava Shelygina

[que-nal-gas]

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