#just communicate

What do you think would happen when a people pleaser and someone who’s suppressed her true self fall in love?

Zoey's all like, “Does she like me? Should I say something? No, I don’t wanna push her. I’ll just let her come around in her own time.”

And Rumi would be like, “I hope she sees how much I want her through my actions, because I know she's still having trouble trusting me. I lied to them after all."

THEY'RE THE SLOWEST SLOW BURN YOU'LL EVER EXPERIENCE. always tip toeing. 1 step forward and 3 steps back. every time they'll do something bold they'll think back if its too pushy and they're back to square one.

when Zoey initiates:

Zoey: oh god sorry. i didn't mean that.. (stop it zoey. you're overwhelming her.)

Rumi: you didn't? oh... (she's not comfortable around me. I can’t blame her.)

if Rumi initiates:

Rumi: I'm sorry. Thats not something I should just do (i don't deserve you)

Zoey: Oh.. (im being too much again)

MB: I was in the mood last night and you did t even try with me!

Me: Wait… you were? I was in the mood too, but you never said anything!

MB: Uh, duh- I puffed out my chest and licked my lips a ton. AND You should have smelled my arousal!

Me: Babe, I don’t have a keen sense of smell. I won’t be able to smell your arousal. And you acted completely normal with puffing out your chest around me…. No different from any other Tuesday.

MB: Oh…… Shit. So do we need a code word? Or a signal?

Me: how about we use our words…. Baby I want you, or I need you.

MB: I won’t remember that, how about I lick you suggestively?

Me: …..well, your tongue is wonderous, so that will work.

you always knew you deserved better.

Don't just talk to me.

Communicate and help me understand.

You must understand, I'm the kind of person that has very little triggers. Not many things disturb me. Therefore, I don't care to really sort out for stuff like explicit scenes of any kind. If something in a fic makes me uncomfy, I click off and keep on going like any other time.

But! There's this mf called miscommunication. The little street rat that bathes in sewer soup that is miscommunication. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, makes me as claustrophobic as miscommunication. And the onion smelling fuckass looking gerbil is everywhere. It's in my walls, it's in my cupboards, it's IN MY DAMN SOUP. And honestly, I know the easy answer is to just to tag it out yk, exclude and shit but the bastard is so popular it doesn't need to be tagged the damn thing is expected. I'm gonna get it back one day though, it won't even see me coming. The things I'll do to that joy eating life sucking rage baiting sad hole of a gremlin...

Don't get me started on it irl, i will talk (ie curse) for hours