*writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
*witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
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*writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?
This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon!
The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of
keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you
glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on
the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment
door opening; or, rather, just who
was walking through it.
It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags
beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he
probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private
quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over
his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.
“A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off
to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack
his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You
watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched
against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he
rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess
was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s
physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most
attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only
amplified by the fact that you had gone for two
whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.
You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried
your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?”
you offered in slight amusement.
When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he
braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight
attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some
sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking
me in like a fucking five year old.”
A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman
who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated
being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first
class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”
“Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go
out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be
You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned
towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should
still be warm.”
“…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?”
Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to
you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing
the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever
live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple
things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning
duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he
had been eating out every night for the last two months.
“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”
In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster
presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave,
heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll
shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”
Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was
for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing
anymore of your time with him.
Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch
and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you
restrained yourself from tasting him
in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can
handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”
Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those
gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape
of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just
for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands
carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly
pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything
until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”
“You goddamn tease,”
he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if
it was just by a fraction. The defeat
in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared
you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated
kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to
trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back.
It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi
had missed you just as much as you had missed him.
When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with
vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest.
Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth,
earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh.
Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after
he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and
pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into
“Fuck,” he groaned
into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your
neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and
continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your
neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.
You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting
his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,”
you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet
another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your
face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as
if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.
Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly
confessed, “I missed you.”
They’re a friend that’s been with me longer than members of my blood family. Hell, they ARE family. My vod'ika. They’ve been with ms through heartache, heartbreak, loss, and pain I couldn’t have imagined a few years ago. They’re a constant source of comfort, hope, and stability. I’ve never seen them turn away a friend or fail to help how they can. I don’t know what I did to earn their loyalty and friendship for all these years, but if you can measure someone by the people who share their life, I’m a pretty great person because of them.
Summary: “The leads of Even Bech Næsheim’s new ‘Romeo and Juliet’ adaption were announced yesterday, with Eva Kviig Mohn taking to Twitter to confirm, ‘Looking forward to playing Julieeeeet’. Her fellow Romeo was announced shortly after to be Isak Valtersen, which his publicist confirmed today. It seems that this will be Norway’s new star-crossed pair of lovers.”
In which there is a tumblr fandom that is dying every time new information for said version of ‘Romeo and Juliet’ drops, Even is a beloved director and Isak - well, Isak would just really appreciate it if his mind would stop surprising him with memories at the worst moments possible.
Omg the most likely game is the best thing that ever happened to me #chris is the fucking best
This is hilarious omfg watch me reblog all the gifs from that interview #chris is amazing #isak and chris together are genius
When she showed him evens new film was I the only one who thought he looked like idk sad?? #feel free to tell me I’m tinhatting #i just don’t get it
Isak’s reaction to elsewhere is literally our reaction too lbr #i screamed my whole face off when even dropped the link on his twitter #i swear that fucker lives to be extra and kill us #i bet he got himself ice cream and watched us have a collective meltdown
Super talented artist @peppertower sent me these adorable drawings of Flora, Ashi and Jack from chapter 2 of Jack and The Reunion! It’s so beautiful. Ashi is so pretty. And she looks badass in Flora’s outfit! Jack’s face is so priceless. I will treasure these forever :D :D