#lol i just really like the name scout apparently

[madd-nix]

This was a commission by @browniefox of my Smeargle gijinka oc, Scout! She did an amazing job drawing them and I think they look adorable! Thank you again for this! 💜

[rabbittf2x]

how would the mercs make the reader flustered???? or reader makes the mercs flustered, doesn’t really matter lol. thanjk you

Mercs make Reader flustered

Includes: Scout, Demoman and Medic

Scout💖

You held a clipboard, reading through a contract Miss Pauling gave you when Scout entered the room. You looked up from your work at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue

“How you doing?” Scout grinned

You cradled the clipboard to your chest, pressing your back against the wall. He set his hand by your head, grinning at you. A blush was soon creeping along your face

“Hey, Scout. How you been?” You chuckled nervously

Scout adored how flustered he got you. It was a huge confidence boost (not that he needed it)

“Better now that I’m talking to you.” He purred

The line was cheesy and cliche, but you couldn’t help but giggle. You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hide your blush and smile

“Aren’t you cute?” You cooed

Scout flashed a bright smile at that. He leaned in closer as you both laughed softly. You clutched the clipboard tight to your chest, heart hammering at his forwardness

“Y’know, I think you’re pretty cute yourself.” Scout smirked

Demoman💖

You entered the rec room, planning to just pass through, until Demo spotted you. He was super drunk, and apparently in a clingy mood. He cried your name affectionally, nearly falling off his chair

“I missed ye!”

Demoman stumbled over to you, slipping an arm around your waist. He pushed you closer into him, leaning his head on your shoulder

“Hi, Demo! I—I just saw you earlier! Don’t you remember?” You giggled shyly

Demoman hummed in response, hiding his face in your neck. You froze up at the feel of his beard scraping against your soft flesh

“That was ages ago. Plenty of time to miss ye.” He slurred

A smile made its way onto your face as he wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you too.” You squeaked

You had to keep a firm hold on him too. Because he was nearly making you both fall every five seconds

“Oh,” Demoman slurred your name. “Yer so pretty. The things I’d do to you if you let me…”

Your face was instantly on fire. He kissed your neck, gliding his hands up your waist. You tried to sputter out some kind of response, but nothing came

Medic💖

“Hey, handsome.” You flirted

You entered the infirmary, beelining it over to Medic. He grinned as you came in close, gliding your hands up his chest

“Me, handsome? Look at you! You look lovely today, liebling!” Medic exclaimed

He slipped his arms around your waist, placing a sweet kiss to your cheek. He pulled you as close as he could against him, beaming that big smile

“Oh, Medic.” You giggled bashfully. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Nonsense, dear.” He brought a gloved hand to touch your flushed cheek. “I love you!”

Goddammit. He had no right to make you feel all flustered like this. You had to advert your eyes, face completely red

“I love you too, honey.” You cooed, feeling like a giddy schoolgirl

Medic cradled your cheek tenderly, leaning in for a kiss when you weren’t looking. Your eyes widened, but then fluttered shut at the feel of his lips on yours. Your arms found their way around his neck, as he placed his hands firmly on your back

[earthstellar]

what are some other nice moments from Rescue bots?

This show is loaded with them!!! :)

Here we go, some nice moments in Rescue Bots!!

I'm going to write this with the assumption that some people reading this may not have ever seen Rescue Bots or might only be somewhat familiar, as I realise the target audience skews much younger than most Transformers media does, so I'm not 100% sure how popular it was outside of that demographic in total.

Off the top of my head:

-There is an in-universe VR game called Element Quest that has a couple really good episodes, the design is cute and there are tons of meme references. Blades, at one point, goes "I used to like video games. Then I took an arrow to the knee." LOL

-I think it's cool how they actually do tie in their continuity with TFP's continuity. For example, "What Rises Above" (RB) canonically comes before "Nemesis Prime" (TFP), and this is directly referenced in the dialogue in TFP when Optimus says that he is late arriving to the base as he was exploring an underground energon deposit-- This is the deposit he explores with the Rescue Bots.

-THERE IS A MUSICAL EPISODE. IT IS EXTREMELY GOOD

-Woodrow Burns, the Chief's brother, is kind of an idiot asshole, although he's not actively malicious. But he is great with the kids and for whatever reason the only thing I can ever remember about this character is when he goes up to Cody after it's been a long time since he saw him last and says "You've grown a whole foot since the last time I saw you-- Now you'll need three socks!" IDK I just think that's a real cute dad joke thing to say to a little kid lol :')

-There is an episode where they explore the local folklore of Griffin Rock, and TL;DR the local lore is that their island is where literal griffins used to nest seasonally. So throughout the episode, there's this kind of vibe of "OK are these electrical magnetic pulses or whatever like a science problem or a magic problem" and it's actually a very cute and fun vibe, especially since Cody is talking about the lore in the first place as part of his work towards a Scouts badge and Blades is very cute in this episode, the bots are all like "okay magic isn't real but uhhh what if magic's real?" for a minute and it's great :')

-Doc Greene/Green creates a ton of fun science devices throughout the show, but the names of some are just so doofy and fun. I love the "Torna-Don't", which is a thing designed to dispel tornados. Of course. lmao

-All the weird small town local events are also very silly and cute, and weirdly realistic for those of us who are familiar with this kind of local event thing, lmao. One of my favourite concepts is one of what seems to be several crawdad-related festivals, in which there is apparently a televised crawdad race. It's a bunch of shrimps put on a tiny racetrack, like Olympic runners. LOL

-At one point, Blurr shows up, and when the Rescue Bots are trying to acclimate him to working with humans, Chase is like "Humans seem to have two genders, which are defined by how many cooties they have." This implies that as far as the Rescue Bots are aware, 1) cooties are real and 2) human gender is defined solely by how many cooties a person has, and not by anything else, thus leaving their understanding of human gender fairly open (and it is also clear they have solely learned about gender from young kids in a small town which is likely why they state there are two genders but then make it clear that gender is a cooties thing and not an inherently physical thing, which makes sense in context and is kind of great because it gives more leeway for gender diversity than I expected) and I love this a lot. What is human gender? Cooties. That's all. So someone with a particularly high number of cooties could be another gender altogether, because why not?

-There is a body swap episode, which treats us to Blades in Dani's body trying on dresses in her room. He picks an orange and white one, which matches his paint job. I also love this a lot.

-Heatwave is gruff as hell especially at the start of the series and constantly starts shit or perpetuates shit with Kade, which is super funny. Just this centuries old Cybertronian fucking with this doofus boy who keeps leaving donuts in his cab. God dammit Kade, lmao.

-There is an episode where Cody is aged up via Science Device, and we get to see an older Cody, who more closely resembles his father than his older brother does. It's cute that he'll look like his dad when he's older. :')

During this episode, he assists in a rescue, and the girl his brother has a crush on tries to hit on him, but he clearly doesn't get what's happening and thinks it's icky because of course he does, he's a kid. I just think this scene is handled well and it's cute that his reaction to being hit on is still "ewww girls" but his brother is still absolutely pissed off about it anyway LMAO like jesus Kade, relax

-Kade's mostly an asshole but he's shown to be a really good rescuer who genuinely cares about people, and he has moments where he really comes through for his family and realises on his own that he should shut up and back down on his bullshit, thus making him a better developed and more realistic asshole brother character than 99% of asshole brother characters in most shows. I think this is pretty solid because it does lead to effective character development here and there, and it makes his positive moments with his family and the bots that much nicer. :)

-Cody is such a good kid. He is often willing to give people or ideas a chance when nobody else will, and even though he's too young to actively participate in most missions, he stays involved by helping at their dispatch centre. He's a smart little dude, who has a lot of heart and a ton of potential. One of the few child characters in anything that I actually like, because I think they write him extremely well: He is young, but he is not stupid. He is not treated like an accessory or like the property of his family, he's his own person with a distinct personality within his family, with a reasonable amount of autonomy. And he's a person who is still learning and has valuable contributions while also needing guidance or support at times. 10/10

-Dani gradually gets better at helping Blades deal with his flight anxiety (and sticks up for him when the others might mock him a little for it), and this is not only inherently very nice and cute, but it also makes a lot of sense as she is a first responder/medic and we see her offer the same reassurances towards the people she helps to rescue.

-The writing for the Burns Family in general is some of the best family group character writing in anything tbh, they handle the family dynamic so well in this show, and it's extra cute as the Rescue Bots all learn a lot from observing how the family takes care of one another and the townspeople they rescue. :')

-Blades has anxiety. I also have anxiety, so I am biased and clearly love this dude, lmao. He's so fucking relatable and even though sometimes the others rip on him, it is clear that they're also very proud of him for trying his best to deal with a situation which for him is particularly difficult (he was forced to take a flight capable alt-mode when this is something he is explicitly not comfortable with) and his team mates do support him, even though Heatwave is a douche sometimes (although it is clear this is usually due to stress or something else and that the actual problem isn't Blades). Over the course of the series, Blades does develop a little more confidence, and it's very cute and nice to see him puffing himself up a little more. :)

-The overall attitudes the bots have towards humans in this show is sweet. It's clear they don't really understand humanity or humans as a whole, but it also doesn't really matter because they are so specifically oriented to their local population on the island and their focus is a relatively small community of humans. They take their duties seriously and will protect this population, even if they don't really understand the people outright. They gradually start to respect the locals (and the Burns Family) more and more as they work with them, and get acclimated to Earth. They love their dumbass weird little humans :')

This leads to a lot of fun shenanigans with the bots not understanding things, or only understanding things as they have been explained by the children, which is hilarious.

-There is an episode where local thieves steal Chase, and inspired by Cody's school drama project, he decides to go undercover after watching a bunch of old detective movies. This includes him narrating things to himself, which he is called on when Dani enters the garage and asks him "Why are the lights off? Are you talking to yourself?" lmao

-Although it isn't explicitly canonical, it's easy to interpret both Chase and Blades as being neurodivergent. Both of them display various behaviours and traits which can potentially be understood in this way, and I'm just glad that there's a show for kids where two of the main characters, who are rescue workers, are shown to be competent and skilled at their jobs and accepted by the community for who they are while also being neurodivergent. <3 It's such a good vibe when the other characters support or defend these two in particular, especially when Chase or Blades might be confused or upset about something. Chief Burns is especially great working with Chase.

-Any episode where Optimus shows up in Rescue Bots usually has some gems of cuteness/silliness. The Elvis line still takes me out, LMAO. "You're bigger than Elvis!" "I have not met this Elvis, and I am unaware of his size." 10/10 writing, I fucking love Rescue Bots

-The bots constantly call out a bunch of details that are entirely appropriate for robots from space to notice and recognise as somewhat weird, whereas a lot of the human characters are so used to 1) being human and 2) living on this incredibly weird little technologically advanced island that nothing really phases them anymore. So we can actually identify more with the bots at time, despite the fact that they are also providing an outsider point of view, which is really clever! :)

-The theme song is a fucking banger. It's so good. I love this song so much. I wish we got a full version of it, but this is the best extended version of it that I've been able to find. Enjoy!!!

-There's a lot of fairly adult stuff in the show, more than I think people realise! The tone can never get too dark outright as it is intended for young kids as the primary demographic, but there's a lot of situations, conversations, etc. that are genuinely engaging and interesting from an adult perspective, which is a large part of what makes it a great watch for all ages.

Some situational examples include scenarios where children are imperilled in natural disasters, accidents, even kidnapping at one point.

Non-kid related situations include risks and threat to civilians from AI development and the dangers that uncontrolled or poorly thought out technology can cause or exacerbate, which is significant in context and also interesting to think about given our current relationship IRL with rapid tech development and concerns around how that technology is being made and applied, either in reality or in theory.

Some dialogue examples include scenes where the bots mention their grief over being unable to save Cybertron, a sense of guilt that they were in stasis for so long even though this was beyond their control, awareness that they may be the last Rescue Bots team in operation on Earth or anywhere else in the universe (a sense of loneliness and a responsibility as the last upholders of their specific creed), struggles with their sense of duty and concerns around their ability to fulfil their expectations for themselves and meet the expectations of others while rising to the demands of their unique situation, and so on.

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this is already pretty long lmao, there's a ton of stuff I really like about Rescue Bots, but I hope this might encourage others to check out the show if you haven't before, it's well worth a watch! :)

[highfantasy-soul]

Things I LOVED in NATLA Episode 7 - The North

Lt Jee actually being worried for Zuko!!!!

And Iroh tenderly bandaging Zuko's head 🥺

Zuko desperate to make sure his father doesn’t truly think he's turned against him!!!!!

A FANTASTIC set-up for his eventual ACUTAL turn against his father

Zuko genuinely thanking Lt. Jee 😢

And aaggghhhh!!! Zhao being a tricky slimey mf

This is a slick way to get Zuko being blown up without the pirates - though they're fun characters, I think this set-up enhanced the themes they were exploring in the season more

TEAM AVATAR!!

So cute that Aang excitedly tells his friends he made a connection with Zuko - Sokka is unimpressed while Katara has hope that people can turn out to be good.

Agna Qel'a!!!!

It looks GORGEOUS! And love that it has a name now!!

Apparently it was given a name in one of the books, but they never did name it in the show, so I'm glad they did it here

I don't even care that they know it's the Avatar right off bat and they're ready to welcome them in - it was cool as shit flying over the city on Appa

Maybe they had scouts out that saw Appa flying and brought news to the city, same as the scouts who saw the Fire Nation fleet - I'll accept that

Them treating Aang like a weapon rather than a person 😡

It's something that comes up a lot in the series and I'm glad they aren't shying away from it

Lol Katara's sibling jibing at Sokka staring at Yue 🤣

I love these little sibling moments - they're just so cute

And Sokka now hard-core staring at the ground instead of at Yue because Katara said he looked like a weirdo doing that 😅

Zhao's overacting at how pissed he is 🤣

Then his 'omg I can yes and this. I can SO yes and this!' as Iroh tells him what he 'think's happened

Oooohhh Iroh's understated insults at Zhao's qualifications

And Zhao's comeback about no record of failure unlike Iroh😐 bitch, that still doesn't make you qualified!

More Azulaaa!!!!

I really love this added storyline to see exactly why Azula is the way she is

It's great to see that her place as next-in-line isn't a shoe-in here - she's desperate to show her father that 'she's the one' and will do anything to get there

Sokka's heart eyes 😍

Stewed sea prunes 😭😭😭

"It tastes like home" 😢

I like this intro to Pakku - like with Sokka, they're not doing a comical level of sexism, they're making it more realistic

YUE IS A BEEENNDDEERR!!!!!!

Also, using it for the most important things: dessert

Sokka's absolutely abysmal (bet very endearing) interaction attempts with Yue 😅

Her little fake gasps as he keeps saying the wrong thing, but smiling because she knows what he means, she's just teasing him 🥺 incredibly adorable

Love that they have a conversation that actually has substance!

Don't hate me, but in the cartoon, they never had a substantive conversation ONCE. It was just Sokka flirting, Yue giggling, then Yue freaking out and running away - rinse and repeat like, 5 times in the course of 3 episodes.

Omg Hahn isn't a dick!!!

I like the more mature tone they've taken in the live action - they can have jokes, but for serious topics like…idk, a battle against the Northern Water Tribe being genocided, they make the characters take it seriously

GOOOOODDDD the adults expecting Aang to be a master strategist and offensive weapon!!

This actually makes sense that they'd believe he could do it - Aang is the culmination of all the past Avatars, so they'd assume he has all their knowledge and power.

The poor kid just got out of his iceberg, though!!!

"Airbending is primarily a defensive discipline"

You tell them, Aang!!

"But you're not JUST an airbender" :( don't bring logic and reality into this, Arnook

"I did it with the help of my friends 😊"  sweet baby Aang

And here's Pakku, telling Aang what a lot of watchers were frustrated about this season: uuhh maybe you should have been focused on your training

While that's a legit comment, I think the live-action showed why Aang didn't pretty well

Love love LOVE that we're introduced to healing with respect rather than the distain it was shown in the animated series

Healing is a wonderful and beautiful skill and I'm glad we got to see Katara interested in it (and it being used) rather than Katara sadly moping into the igloo filled with children learning healing

Sometimes, when people try to make things less sexist, they end up making it more-so. I think that happened with the animated series where healing was actually put up in conflict with combat - where combat was clearly shown as the 'better' skill and healing was 'stupid and bad, we don’t want to do that'. The live-action showed that healing is an important and powerful skill, the only issue comes when you aren't ALLOWED to do anything else. Healing itself isn't the issue, the fact the women are kept from combat IS the issue.

Nice Hahn and Sokka fishing for info about Yue

Avatar Kuruk RESPECT!!!!

LOVE Yue getting more character here!

She can pop into the spirit world! It makes so much sense with her having part of the moon spirit inside her!

The live action fleshed her out soooo well!

Poor Sokka not understanding AT ALL why someone would want to go to the Spirit World for fun 😂

"Don't do that. Don't make it less than what it is"

Such an important message for EVERYONE. You don’t have to have the most tragic of backstories for your trauma to be important. This isn't the oppression olympics - we aren't doing the whole 'well someone else has it worse so you can't complain' bullshit.

Everyone has hurt in their lives and everyone deserves to have their hurt taken seriously and healed. It isn't 'strength' to pretend it's nothing - it's strength to face it and accept that it was important, not something to shove under the rug

Yue reminding Sokka about what makes him special - his care for his friends! He's not a selfish guy - just because he wasn't the best leader or warrior when he was 13 doesn't mean he has nothing to offer the world

"Hahn is everything a girl could want. But he is not the boy of my dreams" 😭😭😭

"Being the Avatar means being the one who bears the burden: alone."

The thing is: like in the animated version, this advice MAKES SENSE! But it's how you USE the advice that makes the difference

No, you can't put all the weight of responsibility on your friends, but neither can you do it without any help - or without caring for others. It's very much advice coming from pain: all the Avatars got hurt because they DIDN'T abandon their friends and so they're giving a skewed version of the advice onto Aang to try to spare him the pain they went through.

It's Aang's job to find the balance

Sokka's fish carving that Yue thinks is a bear 😭😭😭

I wanna see it, props department!!!!

Yeess!! Katara's first confrontation with Pakku!

I like how she still tries to lead with diplomacy, making her case, and Pakku has 'reasonable' excuses not to let her fight

Instead of him being cartoonishly sexist, he's much more realistic giving 'logical' reasons for Katara not to be in combat, but she stands up anyways because she knows it's wrong.

I can see how some might find Aang not wanting Katara to fight to be jarring, but this is in line with the animated series

When they're going into particularly dangerous missions, Aang does have a tendency to try to do it himself and tell Katara to sit this one out - he does it in The Winter Solstice: Part 2.

He's just been told a past life's love was killed because he didn't keep her out of his fight, he has no idea how he's going to win this battle, and he's realizing that he does see Katara as someone incredibly important to him. It's in line with who Aang is to try to keep her safe and away from the battle

Zhao coming up with nicknames for himself 😑

Iroh straight up calling Fire Nation 'info' propaganda!!

While some people could see this as 'treason', when you're in positions of power in high-control groups, you KNOW it's propaganda - you HELP CREATE the lies and when people are going to do something stupid (like attack the North without a solid plan), you let them know that they're being stupid if they're going to make battle plans based on the lies you've helped spread.

Zhao and his dumb bitch destiny 🙄 he's such a great villain - he's one who's bought into his own lies

"The plan is to prove my father wasn't wrong to trust me with this mission. The plan is to go in and capture the Avatar once and for all. The PLAN is to reclaim what is rightfully MINE!! 😤" - "So, no plan? 😐" - "I'm working on it uncle 🥺"

This exchange = gold. Pure gold.

"It's almost as if he's working for someone else - someone much smarter"

WOOOOWWW Iroh, throw that shade a little more, why don't ya 🤣

Though I LOVE that they're giving Azula her brainy due - she's smart and she's the one not to be underestimated.

AZULA'S LIGHTNING!!!!!!!

Love how she stood up to her father, but because she was able to 'prove' her strength, he respected it rather than punished it

"Set me loose" AAAAHHHHHHH

SUPPORTIVE BROTHER SOKKA!!!

Love how matter of fact Katara is "I'm going to challenge Pakku to fight" - just like that. She's decided, so it's going to happen.

Sokka admitting Katara was right 😭😭😭😭😭

"Who's talking sense? What I'm trying to say is: go kick his ass" FUCK YEAH THAT'S RIGHT!!!!

Aang trying to go forward and help Katara, but Sokka holds him back

Love the sibling solidarity!!

The fight is almost beat for beat the one from the animated series!!!

I love that the live action knew exactly which sequences to put in almost 1-1 from the animated - this fight being one of them

"Is that all you got?!?!" FUCK YEAH!!

"They'll just say I lost" "Did you?"

The fact that it wasn't just Pakku's opinion that would change everything - Katara's actions inspired everyone else, even if Pakku didn't want to change his decision.

Change isn't made by changing one man's mind - it's about standing up to them and inspiring others (like in the Imprisoned storyline) to stand up too

Even inspiring Aang to realize that the conclusion the other Avatars came to from their pain was wrong - that Katara was right and that EVERYONE gets to choose whether to fight or not for themselves

Avatars aren't the only ones who worry about protecting people - it's a human, family thing, not just a mystical force of balance thing

Only Aang can write his own story - not anyone else.

This is a great through-line for the whole series where everyone has expectations put on them and they have to decide themselves who they want to be

Don't eat the sooty snow, Momo!!!!!

"Ok, time to fight"

I like that we end on the fire nation ships arriving: next episode is going to be THE BATTLE

[Masterlist of my NATLA thoughts]

[blaithnne]

I was looking at some Hilda stuff and saw some maps of trolberg/tofoten/the wilderness (huldrawood???) and I was reminded of I think what was one of your notes on Plenism where you were taking about naming stuff and I was very curious on where you'd place the places you came up with in reference to this stuff. (Also Plenism is so good).

OKAY first of all thank u sm i’m glad ur enjoying Plenism! Second of all oh boy anon you have just opened the BIGGEST can of worms, prepare yourself, i’m about to get real neurodivergent 

So one of the things that has always confused and slightly annoyed me in Hilda is the inconsistent scale of it all. Trolberg, for example, is described as being this massive sprawling city, so far out and separate from the wilderness that it’s a completely new world for Hilda, and has it’s own unique holidays and celebrations. 

But, if you look at a map of Trolberg it really doesn’t look that big, and the more ou learn about it the smaller it seems?? In the show, driving from Trolberg to the wilderness seems to take no time at all, and like the second you leave the wall it’s immediately greenery and wilderness lol. The city itself is crawling with nature! And it only gets more confusing when you read tie-in material, especially Hilda’s World. 

The maps in this book are beautifully illustrated and contain almost all of the important locations seen in the show, but they make Trolberg seem tiny! And, according to this book, Trolberg has only one school, and one sparrow scout troop. Now I live in the absolute middle of nowhere, tiny island 4 hours away from the mainland. I went to school in a little town on the mainland, so small it was like barely a town, and it had 4 schools and a college just within the town (i.e. not counting the neighbourin villages and more rural schools), and 4-5 scout troops. This place was TINY, cities have WAY more, but Trolberg apparently only has one of each! Also, according to this book, Tofoten is so close to Trolberg that it’s considered an attraction for Trolberg visitors. What. 

There’s a pretty simple explanation for this - there’s just no point in making more. From a creative perspective, Trolberg doesn’t need multiple schools or sparrow scout troops when the story only requires on each, it would be pointless! And when it comes to tie in bokos like Hilda’s World, 90% of people don’t actually want an extensive guide to the innerworkings of a fictional town, they just wanna see the places they got to know in the show. Same logic applies to the distance between Trolberg and The Wilderness, no one wants to watch Johanna and Hilda driving for 5 hours lmao, it’s just easier to skip that and make the journey seem shorter. Having locations be nearer eachother makes it easier for characters to quickly move around. 

But. I’m deranged. I NEED detailed world building I REQUIRE detailed descriptions of how this place works I NEED to understand these character’s lives and what their day to day is like, sooo for Plenism and my general Laurenverse I have taken some creative liberties. I haven’t gotten rid of anything from the show, just sort of went “Yes, and—”

First things first I don’t consider Hilda’s World canon lol. In the sense that I don’t consider it to be the in universe guide to Trolberg and beyond it presents itself as, it’s just a fun lil silly book with gorgeous artwork !! I’ve kinda ragged on this book a bit but, i genuinely do love it it’s so pretty.

SO, I’ve upped the scale of Trolberg quite considerably. Hilda’s school is just one of many (Glasgow, the biggest city in Scotland, at a glance seems to have over 100 primary schools, so yeah), as is her Sparrow Scout Troop. It’s big enough that Hilda hasn’t even come close to seeing the whole city, and the area she and her family move into is pretty much brand new to Johanna and Lauren, who previously lived in a totally different side of the city. 

Hilda’s old cabin, which I’ll call “Folke Cottage”, is approximately a 4-5 hour drive from Trolberg. This is to help drive home the isolation the lil family has living out in the wilderness. 

Speaking of The Wilderness, I gave it a name - Frihäf! In the context of the show, the wilderness doesn’t really need a name (despite how frustrating it can be sometimes when key characters remain nameless for entire seasons, or in some cases the entire show, i actually like the element of realism the show creates by leaving certain characters unnamed. People don’t always ask eachother their names lol, especially kids! Idk i think its neat), but for Plenism I felt it needed one. Frihäf isn’t really a specific place, it’s just the name for this general wilderness area that the family live in, probably encompassing about a…1 hour to 2 hour radius? I’m bad at geography. 

The next important location, this one unique to Plenism, is Tågstad! This is a little village about an hour away from Folke Cottage, and 3-4 from Trolberg. It has a little post office and shop, where Johanna can obtain essentials, but in order to get a lot of supplies, they have to go shopping in Trolberg. So, to avoid having to take baby Hilda into Trolberg, Johanna drives Lauren to Tågstad, where she then takes the train into Trolberg, get’s the shopping, and then comes back where Johanna picks her up. From Folke Cottage, Tågstad is the nearest stop on the train to Trolberg, and the little town acts as a “gateway” to many different destinations, such as Toføten, which, from Tågstad, is about 4-5 hours in the opposite direction from Trolberg, I think.

This is all very boring and technical, hence why the actual show didn’t bother with it lol, but I enjoy thinking of these technicalities! Maybe one day I’ll whip up a lil map or something, but even then i’ll prolly run into the same problem the canon maps do where everything seems very small in scale lol.

Oh, btw, Gröttavux is another town name that gets mentioned in The Roundabout, but I don’t have anything about it lol, I just needed another place name or Johanna to say whilst rambling to add in a cheeky wee bit of realism. Umm the only other thing I know about my Trolberg world building so far is that there’s multiple train stations within the city, one of them spits you out nearby some sort of shopping street or market, so that Lauren can easily access it without having to go too deep into the city, effectively restricting her Trolberg exploration to just one street, therefore still maintaining her disconnect from the city, so it’s still a difficult transition come season 1. 

THANK U FOR ASKING THIS and letting me ramble about this shit, makes my brain very happy :). I might expand upon this more in future chapters of Plenism, but it depend! I have to be very careful to avoid dumping exposition on ppl when writing Plenism bc god damnit i would if i could. I’d write a whole chapter thats just johanna talking about the geography of the world. Thank you and goodnight

[cosmicjoke]

i have been wondering about levis view on women etc taking into account that isayama is japanese and how their society is

as a polish woman i am interested into politics roght now because we just had elections and this made me thunk about levis views particularly on womens issues

i mean in poland we are still trying to change the definition of rape and rape is not really considered a serious crime and our definition is really outdated

but coming back to the topic isayama out of many mangakas is actually on of yhe best at portraying woman as human and just as normal characters they are not oversexualised and he is not scared to make them flawed so i wonder if you could say what you think about that sorry if this is kinda long

and i also wonder how womenare treated in aot universe in eldia and outside of it

because i jave a feeling that after the yeagerists took power over eldia things changed

again sorry for this being so long

Hi there, and no worries, it's not a long ask!

I definitely think Isayama does a good job of portraying his female characters. I've seen people try to criticize him on that front, and all it ever comes down to is nitpicking, like they get angry that Mikasa ends up apparently married and having children (like it's some great crime for a woman to marry a man and have kids, lol). But really, the two strongest and most proficient fighters in the AoT universe, outside of Levi, are Mikasa and Annie, two women. So this idea that Isayama doesn't give his female characters enough agency or strength is ridiculous. I think he treats them just as well as the male characters, with just as much complexity and respect.

It's hard to know exactly how society on Paradis changed after the Jagerists took over, other than it obviously becoming a nationalist, fascist state, very militarized and hostile toward outsiders. I wouldn't be surprised if it's attitude toward women became less accepting and less equal in terms of treatment.

Before that, we know women weren't really treated any differently than men in terms of their having positions of power, etc... We see Hange (and I know they're non-binary, but generally, I think they're viewed to be female) as a squad leader and then later as the commander of the SC. And I can't recall the name of the Scout from the beginning of the story who had the glasses, but as I recall, she lead her own squad too. Petra got placed on Levi's Special Operations squad, so her gender didn't affect her ability to be promoted to the elite squad of the SC.

If you're asking specifically about Levi's view on women, I think him choosing Petra is evidence enough of how much respect he has for them in general. We also don't see Levi ever treat any woman differently or as less capable than any of the men. He never expects less of them or thinks they aren't up to any, certain task. He trusts Mikasa and Sasha and Historia to accomplish whatever tasks they're given and to do their duty, as much as he does the boys in his squad. Given how Levi grew up too, with witnessing what happened to his mother and how she was treated, I think Levi would definitely be opposed to viewing women as sex objects or treating them as such.

So, yeah, just overall, I think AoT treats it's female characters wonderfully.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

ahhhhh it’s not showing up for you?? Damn…

Oh well here’s a quick recap(rereading this whole thing now…it’s not a quick recap ifjwnwbdns), you’re not missing much tho…

so they had this “we don’t need anyone else” type of mentally😳, it was really just the two brothers + people who decided to follow them bc of their charisma and good looks(which I agree with the one person in the other post, the older brother was very attractive…it’s sad he didn’t age well neither of them did actually). The “Kanto Union” group tried to recruit them but they denied. The “Kanto Union” didn’t like this and had it out for the two brothers since (talk about not accepting rejection, Kisaki move right here). After this the brothers saw that they needed a group so the whole “Shinjuku JAXX” thing was formed.

The incident at the club (the club was called “Flower” lol, like how Ran and Rindo both mean a type of flower) was that someone supposedly saw the younger brother there and “Kanto Union” sent someone there to kill him. It wasn’t the younger brother tho it was a civilian who looked like him and this whole thing actually destroyed the whole “Kanto Union” (which funny story apparently Wakui was a part of??he said he was a scout for the “Kanto Union”). The dude who murdered the civilian ran off to hide in the Philippines, but I couldn’t find anything on whether he was arrested or still in hiding. The Kimura brothers went into hiding and the younger one was arrested a couple years back for drug possession, although I can’t find if he was just fined or served jail time or if he’s still in jail.

I’m assuming the boxer guy you found is Junshi Urita, he is friends with them. If the boxer had was covered in head to toe in tattoos then yes it’s him lol. He does everything from acting to fighting to book writing. He actually wrote a book about his “adventures with the Kimura brothers”. These days he mostly posts YouTube videos, he’s also had the older brother of the Kimura brothers as a guest among other older delinquents. He has a very “old 40 year old man” look these days. The public hasn’t seen the younger brother but his arrest was broadcasted on TV. The years weren’t kind…

And yes chifuyugangshitt found them!

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(つ▀¯▀)つ I became Yamagishi

-no.1

Also what is that coral thing dkwjdbbwnwnwn OMEGA VIBES

Oh wow that really does sound like them! I wouldn't be suprised if Wakui took a lot of inspiration from them. Cool to find out though!!!

Nah the boxer is someone called Kimura Sho, I think he just shares a name which is why he popped up instead.

(ADFGVHH DON'T MENTION THE CORAL THING! THAT WAS OUT OF CONTEXT!)

[jiminsfm]

                    KO    ,    JIMIN    (    n.    )    is    a    dependent    ,    single  -  muse    character    written    for    euphoriafms    by    joy!    (    twenty  -  five    ,    eastern    ,    she  /  they    )    .

[    choi    yeonjun    &    he  /  him    ]    jimin    ko    is    a    twenty  -  one    year    old    junior    at    monterey    university    .    around    campus    ,    jimin    is    usually    known    for    the    lingering    scent    of    store    bought    hair    dye    after    one    too    many    and    cheers    echoing    from    the    stadium    after    scoring    a    winning    goal    .    apparently    ,    he    has    a    sugar    daddy    that    is    responsible    for    the    school’s    biggest    donations    .    i    wonder    if    that’s   true    .    if    i    had    to    choose    a    theme    song    for    him    it    could    be    coffee    by    miguel    .    a    quote    from    jimin    would    be    ‘    i    would    rather    eat    my    own    foot    than    wear    something    from    h&m    .    ’

                   full    name    :    ko    ji  -  min    .    nickname(s)    :    none    ,    would    cry    if    someone    called    him    jim    or    minnie    .    origin    :    ji  -  min    [    korean    /    my    wisdom    will    be    higher    than    the    sky    ]    ,    ko    [    korean    /    high    ]    .    age    :    twenty  -  one    .    date    of    birth    :    january    1    ,    2001    .    place    of    birth    :    sydney    ,    new    south    wales    ,    australia    .    pronouns    :    he  /  him    .    sexual    orientation    :    bisexual    biromantic    .    language(s)    :    english    ,    korean    ,    and    conversational    japanese    .    occupation    :    architecture    major    and    soccer    mid  -  fielder    at    monterey    university    .

                    faceclaim    :    choi    yeonjun    .    hair    :    naturally    black    ,    currently    dyed    pink    ,    but   oft   kept    either    black    .    eyes    :    brown    ,    extremely    sharp    and    expressive    .    features    :    a    strong    jawline    and    full    ,    roseate    toned    lips    .    height    :    five    foot    ,    eleven    and    a    half    inches    /    182.5cm    .    build    :    athletic    /    ectomorph    .    tattoos    /    piercings    :    both    standard    lobes    ,    both    upper    lobes    ,    right    helix    ,    right    tragus    ,    and    left    rook    /    no    tattoos    .

                    mother    :    park    ji  -  eun    [    forty  -  six    /    retired    principal    ballerina    &    ballet    mademoiselle    ]    .    father    :    ko    min  -  ho    [    forty  -  nine    /    private    practice    dentist    ]    .    siblings    :    ko    seol  -  ji    [    seventeen    /    high    school    senior    ]    .    class    :    upper    .    children    :    none    .    vice    :    lust    .    virtue    :    justice    .    weather    :    summer    ,    prefers    the    heat    and    dislikes    being    cold    .    genre    :    neo  -  soul    .    beverage    :    iced    matcha    latte    with    extra    sweetener    .

headcanons.

dumb    ,    but    also    very    smart    .    jimin    has    a    habit    of    not    taking    things    as    seriously    as    he    should    sometimes    ,    but    he’s    still    smart    (    otherwise    he    would    not    be    an    arch    major    )    .    he    became    an    arch    major    simply    because    of    his    mom’s    work—    theaters    were    always    so    beautifully    crafted    ,    and    he    always    got    backstage    access    thanks    to    her    position    .

he’s    been    playing    soccer     since    he    was    little    ,    and    that’s    how    he    ended    up    at    monterey    .    jimin’s    not    on    scholarship    ,    but    he    was    scouted    and    thus    moved    from    sydney    to    attend    .    he’s    a    mid - fielder    and    his    long    legs    are    a    great    benefit    .

full    of    sass    ,    does    not    bode    well    to    being    told    what    to    do    .    jimin    marches    to    the    beat    of    his    own    drum    .    one    minute    you’ll    see    him    studying    hard    and    then    you’ll    see    him    sleeping    on    a    ledge    somewhere    .    most    don’t    think    he’s    passing    any    of    his    classes    ,    but    he���s    just    got    his    head    on    straight    when    he    needs    it    to    .

jimin    is    a    spoiled    guy    ,    since    it    was    only    himself    and    his    younger    sister    ,    the    two    were    constantly    showered    with    love    and    whatever    they    wanted    .    he   can    be    kind    of    clingy    sometimes    ,    but    it’s    literally    because    he    likes    attention    and   craves    it    often    😌    .

dyes    his    hair    often    ,    but    only    ever    switches    between    black    and    another    color    .    right    now    his    hair    is    pink    ,    and    probably    the    only    time    he’s    gotten    it    done   professionally    .

wanted  connections.

honestly    ,   i’d    d*e    for    an   ex    that    jimin    really    misses    /    really   liked    ,    but    there’s    a    hint    of    tragedy    in    their    story    for    literally   any    reason    .    i    just    love    angst    lol    .

someone    he    flirts    with   a    lot    ,    but    he    doesn’t    have    feelings    for    them    and    vice    versa    .    they    just   have    fun    trying    to    make    each    other    red    in    the    face    .    jimin    probably    kisses    their    cheek    a    lot    just    because    he    can    .

i’d    love    something    like    a    rival    whether    academically    or    on   the   soccer   team    !    perhaps    they’re    both    really    good    at    what    they    do    ,    and    for    whatever    reason    the    two    continuously    bump    heads    .    there’s    always    little    squabbles    between   them    and    sometimes    jimin    does    things    that    will    get    under    their    skin    for    no    reason    .

a    summer    romance    would    be    very    cute    i    think    .    two    kids    who    had    a    romance    that    fizzled    as    soon    as    the    new   semester    started    .    the    two    were    attached    at    the    hip    during    the    blistering    summer    months    (    and    maybe    jimin    even    invited    them    to    australia    👀    )    ,    but    perhaps    they    knew    from    the    start    that    they    weren’t    going    to    last    .

and    really    i    can’t    think    of    anymore    ,    but    i’m    happy    to    stick    jimin    wherever    you    may    be    needing    a    plot    filled   !    or    ,    we    could    always    brainstorm   something    !

[bellascarousel]

I know that I said that I was going to talk about my WIPs first, and then about the ideas that are "percolating". Except, my Muse woke up this morning really wanting to talk about one of the fics I haven't even started writing, yet. And I tend to go where the Muse follows. Which is probably why I have eight WIPs - not counting the one that I'm currently writing chapter 1 of. (Which is not the one I'm going to be talking about, today. My brain is a very scary place.)

So, today on Bella Talks Writing, I'm going to tell you about my Hollywood AU I have planned. It's called Life Imitates Art, and it's from a prompt I saw on Twitter.

Anthony is a Hollywood nepotism baby - but a damn talented one. Edwina is an up and coming actress, and Kate is her manager. Anthony is set to star in a RomCom, that Violet is directing. Edwina is short-listed to play the female lead, but her and Anthony bomb the chemistry test. They all really like her, though. So the casting director (Agatha Danbury, of course) suggests she come back the next day to try out for the best friend role. Violet overhears Kate helping her rehearse for her second audition, where Kate is reading the lead's lines for Edwina to act against. She suggests that Kate try out for the lead - which Edwina jumps at. Kate not only nails the audition, but her and Anthony blow everyone away at the chemistry test. She gets the part, and since that means that Edwina's second chemistry test is with Kate, she gets the best friend role.

Kate and Anthony on set are electric. But, off-screen they hate each other. Of course, the Bridgerton clan are not stupid, and can see what's happening. They start trying to get them together, and taking bets on how long it will be before they cave.

So, some fun backstory stuff on this one. As mentioned, Anthony is a nepotism baby. Back in the day Violet and Edmund were a Hollywood it couple. Anthony has been acting since before he could talk. Benedict does set design, but he actually works more in theater, than in movies. Colin and Daphne are location scouts. Francesca is a composer who does a lot of work on movie scores. Gregory and Hyacinth are also both in acting, but Violet and (especially) Anthony are very picky about the roles they try out for and adamant that they focus on their education first. Colin has also started trying his hand at scriptwriting, but the only one that knows that is Penelope. Eloise is the odd one out, and is not in the industry.

As for Kate, she went to Columbia with a double major in business management and theater arts. She met Benedict there, since he was just a year ahead of her and also majoring in theater arts. His focus was set design, while hers was acting, but they have worked together on school productions. Kate also took some acting classes at Juliard. She continued acting in theater for a while after graduation, but when Edwina also went into acting, Kate being Kate she quit acting to focus on being Edwina's manager.

In addition to the Bridgertons and Agatha Danbury, several of the other characters from the books and show are also in the industry. Genevieve Delacroix is a costume designer. Penelope writes scripts. Simon owns a production company. I haven't quite figured out what Sophie does, yet. I'm open to suggestions, LOL. (Also, if anybody has ideas for how to include any other characters, I'm all ears.)

I have also gotten the brilliant idea of having a chapter naming convention for this one. Have each chapter be named with the title of a RomCom. There is one chapter that is already named. I don't know where it actually falls in the plot. But, apparently they do some on location shooting in Italy. The chapter is called When In Rome, and... I already know some of what happens in Rome 😉.

Let's just say that this is going to be an enemies to enemies with beneifits to lovers story. As soon as my brain stops writing about what happened in Rome, and various other future scenes in my head and gives me a starting point, I'll be getting that started.

[68spidey]

Done got my ass tagged in a WIP game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips. (You can make your own post or reblog this one!)  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? Dnd campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!! I have a shitton of wips, it’s not even funny. This is all from one of three folders at least. They’re not fandom specific but a lot of them you can probably figure em out!

1. ramona she’s my collar

2. that awkward moment when your brother gets mutated into a gnarly beast

3. one man and one free can

4. ramona WELL..

5. cozy sniper redraw

6. leo and babies

7. leo ANIMAL INSIDE OF ME v edgy blueberry

8. untitled freemance affection

9. black thunder_keaton redraw

10. magic_stiles redraw again

11. spy vs bonesaw

12. sniper n scout redraw

13. slemnder is a giant stickbug

14. oh he angy

15. PAY ATTENTION

16. hard to be the one that survives

17. dance dance revolution bro

18. codywan redraw thing

19. cody and vix share coffee and trauma

20. slade is assigned himbo apparently

21. excited butt wiggles

22. tmnt doodles what the boys do in their spare time

23. i can’t stop seeing you SAINW REDRAW

24. alyx! dog! alyx! dog! i dont know how to draw dog! or alyx!

25. barney likes to give cheek kisses yes

26. bug dad scritchies uwu wuu

27. freemance snugglies and gordon stop chewing on your pencil

28. gorbon barmey alx lgbt pride

29. gordons a bad bitch u cant kill him

30. keep ur glasses on u moron

31. in the night

32. september 9th redraw again Tagging some peeps I suppose (thanks for tagging me in the first place @turtle-ika, now all of MY wips are haunting me!) @my buddy arran if he sees this @hamsterandturtlesoup @penzillathepup I really dont know a lot of other creators lol I’m p reclusive 

[survey--s]

637.

Would you rather have another job?  I mean, I'd rather not work at all, but seeing as life isn't free, I'm happy enough doing what I do. I doubt I'll do it forever, but it suits me perfectly for the time being.

Did you ever live in a house with more than one story?  We always have done, except for when I was in a flat for a couple of years.

What room of your home do you spend most time in?  The living room. I only really use my bedroom to sleep.

Is your second toe longer than your big toe?  Yes, on both feet and they're permanently bent because of it, lol.

Have you ever given yourself a tattoo?  No.

Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother?  Yeah, a couple of things.

Do you have health insurance?  I have dental insurance but otherwise I just use the NHS.

What are some medical issues you’re currently dealing with?  Nothing really.

Why did you last take pain medication?  I had a headache this morning. I really need to remember to drink more at work.

What physical traits have you inherited from your father?  We have the same hair type and we're both pale skinned. We're also very similar in terms of our facial structures - like, there's no denying he's my dad, lol.

How about your mother?  We have the same hair/eye colour.

What personality traits do you wish your children would inherit from you? I don't want children.

What parts of the world are your ancestors from?  Scotland, Spain, Australia, the Seychelles.

Have you ever had a strange pet, outside of the normal animals people keep?  No. Over the years, I've had six cats and a dog.

Do you believe in astrology?  No.

Do you drive an electric car?  No. There's not really the network for them around here yet. We're too rural for them to be reliable, especially as we don't have decent off-road parking.

What are your opinions on global warming?  I think it’s too late for us to do anything about it - this planet is fucked regardless of any changes we make. < I am pessimistic about it too, yes. <--- same.

Do you like facial hair on guys or do you prefer the clean shaven look?  It depends on the person.

Who was your first celebrity crush?  Josh Hartnett and Michael Owen.

Are you good with kids?  Apparently so.

Are you usually late, early, or right on time?  Early or right on time. I HATE being late, it really stresses me out, even if I'm just picking a dog up for a walk and the owners aren't there to know anyway, hahah.

Are you good at applying makeup?  No.

Do you like pastel colored hair?  I think it's really cute but it looks like a lot of work.

What do you think about the most?  Work, my animals, life in general, food.

Do you like to see it snowing outside?  I love snow but we never get the proper stuff. We're too close to the sea - we mostly end up with slush and sleet.

Do you have your national flag hanging up anywhere outside your house?  Most definitely not.

Have you ever been in a choir?  Yeah, just school ones though.

Do you look older or younger than you actually are?  Younger.

When is the next time you’ll be up on stage?  I have absolutely no idea.

Where did you spend your last birthday at?  It was actually a snow day - I had a couple of cat visits that Mike had to drive me to (my car wouldn't get up the hill) but otherwise I just stayed at home and I think we ordered takeaway.

What was the last show that you watched a full episode of?  Keeping Up Appearances.

Is there anything you need to work on doing soon?  Nah, not really.

Were you ever a boy or girl scout?  Nope.

Do you take your medications in the morning or at night?  I don't take regular medication.

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch?  No.

What is the best type of donut?  Apple cinnamon fritters.

Do you like thrift stores?  Not really. All the ones around here are just super disorganised and it stresses me out, hahah.

What is your town known for?  Being an old mining town that's now run-down and poor, lol.

Have you ever used a fake name at Starbucks?  Probably as a teenager, yeah.

What color is your lava lamp?  I've never had one.

Who is your favorite Lisa Frank character?  I never had any Lisa Frank thing.

What’s your favorite movie that you remember seeing in the theater?  Pocahontas.

Do you know anyone who has ten cats?  I don’t think so. Have you ever had a cat?  Yeah, we currently have three cats.

Have you ever had a dog?  Yeah, we have a beagle.

Have you ever any other kind of animal?  No.

Have you ever had a pet rock?  No.

What were you voted in the senior class polls?  Most likely to change in ten years time.

Who was your favorite teacher in high school?  Mr Cox, my German teacher.

Do you want to give your kids common names or unique names?  I don't want kids.

What collection are you thinking of starting?  I have no intention of starting any collections.

What are five of your favorite stores at the mall?  I haven't been to the mall in years. But generally I love book shops, jewellery shops, candle/gift type shops, stationary places and I guess clothes shops.

Do you organize your clothes by color?  No, they get organised by style/item.

What do you want to name your first child?  ...

List ten favorite girls names.  Catelyn, Sophia, Samantha, Emilia, Scarlett, Harper, Clara, Nathalie, Chloe and Lauren.

List ten favorite boys names.  Seth, Liam, Samuel, Nathan, Alexander, Harrison, Dylan, Thomas, Oliver and Xavier.

What season do you want to get married in?  We got married at the very end of summer/beginning of Autumn.

Is your Pinterest cluttered?  I don't use Pinterest.

What is your favorite insect?  Ladybirds.

What bugs scare you?  Hissing cockroaches and tarantulas.

Who picked your name, your mom or your dad?  My dad.

What are your siblings’ names?  I don't have any siblings.

Have you ever fallen asleep in a significant other’s arms?  Sure.

Do you have a television in your room? If you do, is it one of the old school big ones? Or i it a new flat screen?  We do. It's a flat-screen but it's ancient.

What was your favorite cartoon or television show as a child? What about movie?  Arthur was my favourite show. Movie-wise, probably Lion King or Land Before Time.

Did you have sleepovers at your friends’ houses a lot as a child? Or did your friends come over to your house more often?  Not really. I didn't really start going on sleepovers until I was at secondary school. Generally my friends slept at mine as I had a spare bed and no annoying brothers lol.

Do you have any significantly older siblings?  Nope.

When opening presents on Christmas or birthdays, do you first try to guess what is in the package? Do you tear the wrap off slowly, or just rip it to shreds? Are you polite no matter what the gift, and say you love it anyways?  I try and guess but then I just open as normal. I always thank the person who's sent it, yes.

What happened last time you got drunk?  I don't remember, it was years ago.

What are you listening to?  The Desolation of Smaug is playing in the background.

Which parent do you feel the most affection for?  My mum.

How do you feel about God?  “If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness.” A quote that reached fame by being found carved in a concentration camp wall. And I will forever agree with it, violently so. <– I like this answer. < There you go. <--- yep.

Which platform do you use to listen to music on the most?  Spotify or YouTube.

Who do you care about the most?  My family, my animals and myself.

[scaredpigeons]

Dark Necessities

Levi x Fem!OC

Word count: 12.6k

Synopsis: in an AOT AU where we just… don’t talk about the bad stuff… Rae is a short, sweet Cadet who joined the Survey Corps at 13. Now 18, a drunken dare puts her right into Captain Levi’s line of sight. What happens when you put two intoxicated pining idiots in the same room together? This mess and more.

This is the prelude to a much larger smut series, including my other fic, when its love if its not rough it isn’t fun, which i will link here.

WARNINGS: NSFW 18+ minors DO NOT INTERACT

Age gap, Smut, dubcon? (both parties consumed alcohol) dry humping, grinding, mentions of knifeplay(sorta), (proper)choking, swearing, Levi writes poetry, Marco is alive and adorable, masturbation, fingering, mentions of virginity loss, mentions of blood, slight overstim, alcohol consumption, Erwin Smiths massive hands, sex, creampie, lil bit of degradation, pet names, themes of bdsm, levi pretty in love lol.

TRIGGER WARNING: Rae is turning 18 in this fic. Levi does indeed mention starting to have less than pure thoughts about Rae when she was 16 yrs old. He knows it was gross and creepy, we know its gross and creepy, it’s just a tidbit of information that adds to Levi’s general shame about his attraction to Rae. Levi does NOT act upon those thoughts, and in fact mentions the fact that he drank himself stupid with the guilt of even having them.

I don’t need to explain why I really enjoy writing and reading sorta skeevy sketchy age gaps for my pairings, if it is something that bothers you, please click away. I kindly remind everyone that you are responsible for the content you choose to consume. Thank you and I love you😊🖤

"I dare you to sneak into the Captains office and find out what's in those little black books he keeps locked up!" 

 Rae usually wasn't so stupid. She would swear on her life, her mother raised her to have a sensible head —always held high— on her shoulders. 

 Apparently all she needed to lose her sense of right and wrong (and stupid) was a little (a lot) of good old fashioned Liquid Courage. 

 Rae had never really celebrated her birthday since joining the scouts. It wasn't important; she had to train, to learn, to protect and see what the world had to offer. Working closely with section commander Hange however…left little room for secrecy. 

 All the higher ups had access to everyone's files, of course. So when the weekend of Rae's 18th birthday was approaching, Hange was practically vibrating. 

 "Raaaaaaaeeeeeee~" 

 The girl in question rolled her eyes at her paperwork, knowing what was coming. 

 "Yes, Hange?" 

 They smirked, grasping Rae's shoulders from behind and giggling in her ear. 

 "A little birdie told me someone's turning 18 on the weekend~" 

 Rae sighed, smiling. "Did the little birdie also tell you that someone has never made a big deal about her birthday, and isn't planning on starting now?" 

 "But this..!!!!" Hange paused, flailing their arms in front of her face. "This is your 18th!!! You're becoming a woman!!! It's to be celebrated! Not ignored!!" 

 Rae couldn't help but scoff, "Hange, you said the same thing about the first time I bled. And besides— Jean’s 18th birthday was a month ago, why didn't we celebrate for him, huh?" 

 Hange laughed then, a sharp giggle followed by a snort. Adorable. 

 "Everyone knows boys don't become men until age 25." 

 They rounded the table, grinning like a madman. 

 "And besides..." they said, fiddling with their overdue paperwork. "I got you a couple presents~" 

 ——

That's how a small group of her closest friends ended up drinking Hange's "presents" (which ended up being three very large bottles of cheap, but very effective liquor) after dinner in the mess hall. 

Rae leaned against Jean, who leaned against Marco at the end of the bench seat. Across the table, Mikasa and Armin were giggling at Eren, who could not hold his liquor to save his life. 

 Beside them Hange was giggling at Moblit, who was swearing up and down that he was NOT drunk, despite his slurring words and reddened cheeks. Off in the corner, Ymir was sipping her drink, watching Historia tell a very animated story. 

 Sasha and Connie had disappeared a while ago into the kitchens, searching for food to help reduce the future hangovers. 

 Suddenly, Hange and Moblit were banging a tune on the table, drunkenly singing an old dancing song. 

 Jean suddenly jumped up, nearly knocking Rae over in the process. 

 He looked from Marco to Rae and back, before turning completely to Rae. 

 "RAEBY!" He shouted. "You MUST dance with me immediately!" 

 Rae giggled and grabbed his hands, hoisting herself up less than gracefully. 

 They stumbled their way to the middle of the mess hall, and Jean began twirling her around. 

 Rae lost herself in the lyrics of the song she'd never heard and the warmth spreading through  her body. 

 Hange and Moblit chanted along with the pounding of their fists on the table; something about a girl from a far away land, cool breeze on warm skin and an unforgettable smile. 

 Jean grasped her waist tightly, holding her hand as he jumped around with her. 

 Laughter surrounded them as they stumbled around together, and Rae could say with confidence she had never been so light. She was high on happiness, on the joy of being around people she loved. 

 The song was reduced to just the beat and a wordless tune, and Jean twirled Rae out of his arms into the open space in front of them. 

 "DANCE SOLO!!!" Hange screamed. 

 The warmth in her cheeks did nothing to stop her hips from moving. With her arms raised high, she moved herself to the beat, earning whoops and hollers from the drunken audience. 

 She jumped and twirled, her boots long forgotten by the tables, sock clad feet slipping on the cool stone floor. She spun and spun until she hit a wall. 

 Only the wall caught her. 

 "Careful, Cadet." The wall said. 

 Rae looked up at Commander Erwin Smith with hazy eyes and a warm face. 

 "Commander! You're not a wall!" She giggled. 

 "Might as well be." A whiskey-warm voice mumbled behind them. The Captain. 

 The rest of the room fell quiet, all eyes focused on them. 

 The Commander chuckled and guided Rae to a table, letting it stabilize her while he took a box from Levi. 

 "Hange informed me that today was your birthday, Cadet Williams." He smiled warmly, handing her the box. "It was insisted upon by them that because this birthday you become age of majority, a gift was necessary." 

 His formality and Captain Levi's cold stare of indifference almost sobered her up. Almost. 

 "Commander! This is... an honour, really. You didn't have to." She took the note from the box and inspected the inscription. 

 "To Cadet Rae Williams," the Commanders strong and loopy script began, 

"Congratulations on reaching your 18th year. Observing your progress as a scout has been a wonderful experience. We all look forward to many more years of your dedication to the cause. 

 Sincerest Regards, 

 Commander of the Scout Regiment 

Honourable Leader of the Survey Corps 

Erwin Smith." 

 And Just underneath, in scratchy, hastily scribbled black ink, a simple "-Levi" 

 Rae smiled, a strange warmth blooming in her chest before turning to the box. Wrapped meticulously in plain brown paper, tied up with a bow of twine—that had to be Levi's handiwork. The commander lacked the patience for such delicate precision. 

 As careful as her shaking fingers could, she unwrapped the gift, and gently lifted the lid from the top. 

 She gasped rather loudly as her eyes fell upon the brand new boots. 

 Fine leather, moisture resistant lining, the perfect shade of brown. 

 She lifted one of the boots from the box, inspecting the sole, hoping, praying-

 "I believe I overheard you expressing an interest in the 5cm lift impact absorption soled boots, yes?" The commander said, looking intently for a reaction. 

 Lost in the joy of the evening, Rae seemingly also lost her senses, squealing, and throwing her arms around her commander's waist, nuzzling her face into the soft cotton of his shirt. 

 "Thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Fuckin’ amazing I don't even- ugh!" She all but shouted into Erwins stomach, "I don't deserve so much kindness." 

 Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, as if a man had been struck by lightning. The silence was interrupted by Captain Levi roughly clearing his throat. 

 "Ahem- well," the Commander was red now, placing his obscenely large hands on her shoulders (-when did his hands get so big? Why hadn't she noticed before?) and creating an appropriate amount of space between himself and Rae.

  "I'm very glad that you enjoy your gift," Erwin started. "But I think the lot of you had best cool down now. It's getting rather late, I wouldn't want you waking the other cadets." 

 Rae gave an exaggeration of a salute, scrunching her nose at Erwin with a little smile. 

 He smiled back and made his way towards the exit. 

 Levi lingered, glaring at the group, Especially Rae. 

 Eren in his intoxication, boldly shouted to the Captain, "Hey Levi! How's it feel knowing Rae's gonna be taller than you now?" 

 The laugh that bubbles from Rae's throat could not have been held back, even without the presence of alcohol in her system. 

 And oh, if looks could kill, poor Eren would be dead a million times over. 

 Rae and Levi were the same height exactly. 160 precious centimetres from the ground, yet Rae herself lacked the intensity and intimidation that made Levi seem taller than even Erwin at times. 

 Levi moved towards her, getting in her personal space, perhaps for the first time ever. 

 Rae breathed in, he smelled of lavender and mint, like campfire smoke and crisp air before the rain breaks. She might have enjoyed the scent of him, if not for the fear coursing through her. 

 He leaned in, right next to her ear, and she swore she could feel her blood rush downwards. 

 "Don't think you're special," his low voice rumbled in her ear. "He bought me the 7cm soled boots last month, limited edition charcoal black." 

 And with that he was gone. Like a feather, whisked away in the cool breeze. 

 Only it wasn't cool. 

 It was suddenly very, very hot in the mess hall. 

 "Alright! Who's up for a game of truth, dare or drink!" Hange shouted. 

 And that's how Rae ended up creeping down the hall dedicated to the Higher ranking soldiers' offices and living spaces. 

 She knew where the Captains office was, Hange had her deliver reports to him quite frequently, but this... this was dangerous. 

 The door was cracked open, and when she looked in, only soft moonlight filtering through the curtains greeted her. 

 The captain's office was almost... homey? The large window facing the training grounds let lots of natural light illuminate the desk and chair in front of it. The east and west walls of the room held massive ornate bookshelves, the wood they were made from was strong and dark. 

 Beside the bookshelf to the right, a closed door, perhaps his living space? 

 To the left, a small green couch and tea table, placed upon a faded royal purple rug. 

 There was an extra chair by the doorway, with a little end table beside it, holding a couple books, their dog eared and worn pages showing they were well loved. 

 She let the door fall back, cringing when it creaked, but didn't shut. Rae scanned the room for her target- 

 -there! The second shelf on the right, glass doors, usually locked, were now open, barring the contents of the shelf to the room. 

 She glanced at his desk, the keys he carried everywhere were set carefully next to one of her targets. The little black books. 

 Ever since joining the corps, rumours had floated around about Levi's collection of books—some would say they were journals, filled with names of cadets who'd caught his rage, cadets to be punished at a later time. 

 Others would say the books were a set of novels, with covers painted black to hide what he was reading. 

 Giggles circulated about what indeed Captain Levi read in his spare time, from gorey horror to sappy romance, people guessed it all. 

 The book on the table was open. A pen laying next to it. So she supposed it was a journal of sorts. 

 That was enough, right? She could go back now, safe and sound, and tell the group the books were journals. 

 Right? 

 The more she thought, the more Rae knew it wasn't enough (especially for Hange) and the more her curiosity grew. 

 Rae leaned over the desk, turning the journal towards her, eyes flitting across the black ink. 

 "For as fair as she is with my yearning to touch her 

I shall not wither such a flower, this acid rain will not water her roots

Silk soft upon raven's wing, a gaze burning like ice 

I too burn to sink these claws within the snow of her flesh

Little white dove of my caged heart

To tear her apart and crawl within 

In the prayer that her soul might warm me

The cold within me burns for her, yes 

So my distance I keep close to my chest 

I will never tarnish such a being 

Being the creature that I am" 

 The click of the door closing pulled her from the page. 

 "Speak of the Devil herself." 

 Rae whipped around, facing Levi. 

 His shirt was ruffled, untucked, the top three buttons undone. His left hand held a half empty bottle by his hip, liquor much more expensive than what she'd been drinking earlier. 

 She'd slightly sobered up during the game, sipping water and munching on crackers with Sasha, but the heat in her cheeks felt oddly reminiscent of earlier in the evening, when she was laughing and dancing with her friends. 

 Rae stuttered when she finally spoke. 

 "Captain... I'm-" 

 "Shut up, will you?" He barked. While Levi brought the bottle to his lips and pulled more liquor in his throat, Rae found herself wondering aimlessly what it might feel like to be liquid fire coated in glass. 

 The Captain finished his swig and toed off his boots, kicking them to the corner. They stood out against the still perfection of the room. 

 Rae forgot to breathe as he made his way towards her. She was at the front of his desk, her bottom pressed against the edge. She thought if she could slip into the wood of it and disappear, she just might. 

 But that was irrational and irritatingly impossible. 

 So she stayed incredibly still as he finally stood before her. 

 He looked her up and down, "You're lucky." 

 "P-pardon?" She squeaked. 

 "You're not wearing your boots. I don't fuckin' like dirt in my office." 

 "Oh, right. Sir." 

 He leaned forward, and the bottle of liquor was placed audibly on the desk. 

 Only he didn't move away. 

 His hand stayed resting upon the desk beside her, the other coming to match it. She was caged in. 

 "You've been drinking," Rae whispered, eyeing his mouth, the moonlight behind her revealing a slight sheen on his bottom lip, from where he'd licked off residual liquor. 

 He scoffed. "So were you, only I wasn't celebrating." 

 She finally met his eyes, which were hooded, but no less intense. 

 "What was your reason for drinking then, Captain?" 

 His eyebrows raised and a low hum vibrated from his throat. "Breaking into my office, then asking personal questions like that? Quite bold tonight, aren’t we?" 

 His leg shifted forward, his knee coming between hers. The touch sent shockwaves up her spine. 

 "I'm always rather bold, Captain, if you acknowledged my existence for more than two seconds at a time, you might've already known that." 

 Was she flirting? Had the cheap booze eaten at the part of her brain dedicated to self preservation? 

 Rae was unsure. All she knew was that she was hot. Levi standing so close made her feel hot. She had spent years working on her confidence with soldiers of higher authority, she was not about to be intimidated by him now, despite the aching between her legs. 

 His stare bore into her soul, and she thought a whisper of a smile crossed his lips. 

 "I've been watching you since the moment they shipped you to this dump." 

 Her heart stopped. What was he saying?

 "I'm not some predator, calm down." Levi chuckled darkly at her startled expression. 

 "I saw potential in you, strength. A good head on your shoulders, actual fucking brain cells to rub together." 

 Her cheeks burned. She'd always had a little crush on Levi, he was an idol to many younger cadets who showed up to serve. But ‘Humanity’s Strongest’ didn't have time for little girls still needing to grow up, still learning about life. But knowing that he had actually noticed her all these years... her heart swelled. 

 "Why didn't you...?" She murmured.

 "Why didn't I say something? Take you under my wing? Train you personally?" He questioned, tilting his head side to side mockingly. "Because I didn't need some little brat being groomed under me, losing all their sense because 'humanity's strongest' sees potential." 

 His face came closer to hers, and she could feel his breath on her skin, smell the whiskey on his tongue. 

 "And Maria, did I thank myself for that. Two years ago, the day you came back from your summer leave; your hair had grown and... your hips... fuck, I nearly drank myself to death trying to chase the disgusting thoughts from my head." 

 Rae knew he could feel the hitch in her breath, because he smirked, eyes dropping to her lips before returning to her eyes. 

 "You just kept getting smarter, wittier, stronger, I knew if I had sunk my claws in you when you were young, I would have ruined you." 

 His eyes rolled back into his head then, out of displeasure or something else, she couldn't be sure. "And now... you're 18... and Glasses won't stop squawking about how you're a woman now, how you're grown and strong and ready for the world." 

 He moved forward, and took a long deep breath from the base of her neck to her earlobe. 

She shivered as her blood continued it’s sprint southbound. 

 "Drowning my demons isn't working, Rae." His hand came to her throat, almost touching, a breath away from meeting the delicate skin that was quivering in anticipation for it. 

 “Intelligent men know demons can swim in liquor, Captain.” She whispered into the heat between them.

 He scoffed. "Men are disgusting creatures, their minds are drowning in filth, they take what they want and they-"

 "What about what a woman wants?" She interrupted. 

 Levi's eyes widened as she pressed her throat into his hand finally, closing the distance he so stupidly left. 

 "As a woman, am I not allowed to decide-" 

 Apparently interrupting each other would be a common theme for the evening. 

 Levi crashed his lips into hers.

 He consumed her senses, filling her entirely until all that ran through her mind, her lungs, her veins, was him. 

 She let him, Walls, did she let him, and she almost cursed herself for how good it felt. 

 His lips were soft, plush and smooth, so unlike the chapped and rough lips she'd chastely kissed before. 

 There was nothing chaste about the way Levi’s tongue dipped into her mouth, about the way he sucked and nipped at her lips like a man starved. 

 He tasted like liquid amber, like fire and sin and everything Rae hadn't known she'd needed until now. 

 When he finally pulled away from her, a small string of saliva pulled and broke between their lips in the moonlight. 

 Rae could feel his ragged breath across her face, and through the fog in her mind, could see the way he was practically vibrating in front of her. 

 "You're shaking." She said; quiet and small. 

 He looked from her glistening lips to her eyes, wearing an expression of wonder that she'd never seen cross his features before. 

 "The thought of kissing you has haunted every dream, nightmare and waking moment of mine for some time now." 

 She smiled softly, despite herself and her current situation. 

 "You're quite talkative when you drink, Captain." 

 His face darkened then, the kind of dark that shot straight to her core, her breath stuttering with something much different than fear. 

 "Liquor loosens lips and legs alike, I suppose." 

 If he were anyone else, his smirk would have earned him a playful slap on the shoulder. The captain moved before she could even react. 

 His hands found their way to the plush of her hips, and his leg between hers lifted up, up, up, releasing a soft whine from her throat as he pushed her core against the hard muscle of it. 

 Her hands flew to his forearms as her hips moved and slid against him, and he captured her lips once again. 

 Levi greedily swallowed her moans as he guided her hips to grind down on his upper thigh over and over, giving her the sweet friction she craved since he first stepped close to her. 

 "I want to ruin you." Levi breathed against her lips. 

 "Please," she whispered between laboured puffs of air. 

 His hands gripped her hips harder, and she prayed she'd have bruises in the morning to ghost her fingertips over- a reminder that she hadn't been dreaming. 

 "Fuck-" He cursed, and she could feel the hardness in his pants rub against her hip as he moved with her. 

 She almost asked if what he felt was akin to the screaming pleasure racing through her body, but with each push and pull and grind- her vocabulary packed it's bags and left, leaving behind only broken curses, soft pleas and his name. 

 "I want to tear you apart," he growled. "I want to break you, fuck into you until you scream, until you cry, until you forget your own name." 

 She keened, the pleasure was building in her, turning her eyes blurry and filling her brain with deep, lust filled fog. 

 She cried out into the still air of the room as he grabbed her legs, throwing them around his waist and driving his clothed cock against her core. 

 As her back hit the solid wood of his desk, she surmised that if it were anyone else, she might have giggled at the inherent virginal silliness that was dry humping. 

 But the way Levi's hands guided her hips to slide her core over his cock was anything but virginal or silly, regardless of the layers between them. 

 Rae looked at Levi, and despite their shared height he seemed to tower above her, eyes glazed and brow furrowed as he took and gave, pushed and pulled. 

 "I'll fucking destroy you, little girl." His voice was strained now, and the thought that he was just as gone as she was wound the coil inside her even tighter. 

 "Please... Captain, I..." 

 He reached for her then, his cool fingers wrapped themselves around her throat; proper this time, gripping the sides deliciously. 

 "I want nothing more than to fill you up with everything disgusting and rotten inside me. To rip you open and tear what innocence you have left from your pretty little insides," 

 He was truly killing her now, the words tumbling from his mouth was the most she'd ever heard him speak, he was usually so silent and stoic- save for punishing disobedience and stupidity. 

 "Captain," she murmured. "I'm gonna-" 

 Her thighs trembled as he continued grinding against her, his words dripping sickly sweet venom into her very soul. 

 "I want to coat your insides with my sin, my shame. I want to mark you, to fucking claim you." 

 The pressure between her legs was growing too fast, she clawed at his wrists, the one by her throat and the one still guiding her hips. 

 "Levi-" she croaked. 

 He groaned, "I'll carve my fucking name into your perfect skin if I have to. So anyone who dares to touch you knows who you fucking belong to." 

 Her orgasm seemed to dip a toe in the water, teasingly testing before it was to jump into the cool depths, away from the hot summer's day. 

 "Levi!" She cried, "I'm-" 

 "Mine." He growled. 

 And the wave crashed over her, shocking her whole body until her vision blurred white, soaking through her mind and panties alike. 

 An orgasm that strong was meant to be savoured, and so Levi kept going, working her through it with no regard for himself. 

 The shockwaves of pleasure pulsed and pulsed, around the third wave she found her voice and let loose a broken sob. 

 Levi cursed under his breath, the hand at her throat returning to her hip, then he leaned over, latching onto her neck, biting the soft skin between it and her shoulder. 

 If she hadn't been so caught up in her own pleasure, the ringing in her ears, the wetness seeping through her underwear, she might have noticed the growing damp spot on the front of Levi's pants, and the way he groaned into her skin as he slowed the grinding of their bodies. 

 As he stopped, the only sound in the still air of his office was their heavy breathing. 

 Rae thought it was rather shameful that the roof covered the dark of the sky, that she couldn't look up at the stars and compare them to the ones that had just flashed behind her closed eyes. 

 She waited until the air she pulled into her lungs was smooth and unlabored before she looked at him. 

 It seemed as if he himself was looking up at the stars, glassy eyes full of wonder, face content and euphoric. 

 Only he wasn't gazing upwards, through the roof. 

 His eyes met hers as soon as she looked up,  As if he had been looking the whole time. 

 Ever so slowly, she sat up, and he seemed to unfurl himself from her, like flower petals unravelling from the safety of their buds, and he stepped back. 

 Her head was swimming with everything and nothing, too many words to speak, yet no voice to push them into the air. 

 They seemed to stare at each other for eternity. His eyes held more emotion than she'd ever seen in him before. 

 Suddenly, everything came crashing down upon her. 

 Captain Levi had admitted he'd seen her potential from day one. 

 (Captain Levi writes poetry?) 

 Captain Levi was attracted to her. 

 Captain Levi had kissed her. 

 (Poetry, actual poetry. And it was actually really beautiful?!?) 

 Captain Levi had made her cum without removing a single article of her clothing.

 Captain Levi was surely far more intoxicated than she was. 

 All the racing thoughts blurred together into one (stupid) resolution: 

Captain Levi surely could not have meant anything he'd said, he was only drunk, and would surely regret everything when the sun rose. 

 Right? 

 He must have seen the gears turning in her head, the fear in her eyes, because he took a step back. 

 It was a small, shuffled step, one that any sober person would've realized he did not want to take. 

 Really—if anyone else was in the room, they would have seen how his whole body leaned towards her, as if she had her own gravitational pull. 

 It was as if when he held her, touched her, tasted her at last, it wasn't enough—and it would never be. 

 Rae was much more coherent than Levi was, but still drunk. So that step that Levi took confirmed her every fear. 

 And she ran. 

————

She knew she'd fucked up. 

 Rae was a smart girl. She'd made some questionable decisions as of late, but she would always take pride in her intellect. 

 So the next morning, when she'd woken to the screaming sunlight, and a pounding headache, She knew. 

 But it seemed the universe just wanted to keep reminding her, over and over again. 

 Her day off was spent showering, nursing her hangover with the blackest cup of coffee she could brew, and a trip with the girls to the wildflower fields for an afternoon picnic. 

 Her headache was nearly gone, and the cool breeze sifting through the flowers and long grass helped clear her mind considerably. 

 The huge willow tree they sat beneath kept the sun from her eyes, and shone dappled golden light onto her beautiful friends.

  Rae assumed the trouble from the previous evening was behind her, she could think about it later. The walls in her mind had built brick by brick in the night, caged doors and the issue locked tight behind them.

 She tucked her hair behind her ear, pulling it over one shoulder to messily braid while Sasha arranged the snacks she'd prepared. 

 They were all in their casual clothes, a treat often taken on their days off. 

 The women in the Corps were all beautiful and powerful, but sometimes they just wanted to feel pretty, you know? 

 Mikasa donned a beautiful dust pink dress, one she'd purchased a few years ago for a semi-formal dinner the commander had brought a few of the top cadets to. 

 Her red scarf laid delicately across her shoulders like a sort of shawl, complete with sheer white stockings and her brown boots, she looked like a completely different person; less rigid, more at ease.

 Historia and Ymir seemed to colour coordinate, Historia's baby blue bell sleeve cotton dress complimented the blue of Ymir's new slacks, her crisp white button up matching Historia's little sheer white gloves and sun hat. 

 Sasha had a high necked cream coloured blouse tucked into a burgundy mid length skirt, and she'd worn a couple of the bracelets she and Connie had made from little beads and twine a couple years ago.  

 Rae had opted for a pretty outfit as well, not that she had many. Her white off the shoulder blouse looked lovely tucked into the pine green longskirt she bought last autumn. 

 The women had chided her when she'd shown up for the walk, they had to wear that colour almost every day of the week! Ymir had sarcastically questioned if she'd given up on having an identity outside the scouts. 

 "I think it's nice!" Rae defended. It was flowy and soft, it suited her figure. "I happen to like this colour." 

 Pine green reminded her of hope, of flying through the tall trees, and it brought a strange warmth to her chest. 

 She chuckled at the thought as her fingers pulled through her tangles, twisting the three sections together. 

 She had just pulled a loose ribbon from her skirt pocket when Mikasa piped up. 

 "Rae, what's that on your neck?" 

 Rae furrowed her brow. "What?" She touched her throat, feeling for any bumps or scrapes. 

 "No, not there," Mikasa scooted closer, her cool fingers lightly brushing against the smooth skin covering where her neck met her shoulder.  "Here." 

 "Woaaah! Rae!" Sasha said, nearly crushing the bread to get a closer look, "it looks like something bit you!" 

 Rae's thoughts filled with the smell of lavender and warm embers, the taste of whiskey and mint lingering on her tongue. 

 The flimsy walls she'd drunkenly put up last night broke, and all the memories from Levi's office came crashing through. 

 Rae winced when she looked at the mark, blood rushing to her face, setting her ears on fire. 

 In her memory, the Captain had nibbled on her neck while she was at the height of her climax. The mark on her neck told a different story. 

 Angry red teeth marks surrounded a fading purple bruise. 

 It was so bad. 

 But holy fuck was it hot. 

 Rae mentally slapped herself. She couldn't think like that. She just needed to forget about the whole thing, and it would be okay. 

 She quickly flipped her braid over to cover the mark. "Oh, it's nothing. I've been scratching in my sleep, it's really not a big deal." 

 She quickly tied the end of her braid with the ribbon, trying to calm the flush in her face. 

 Ymir noticeably rolled her eyes. Historia gave Rae a knowing look but kept quiet, nibbling on her slice of bread with jam. 

 "You sure? I've seen bites before, this one time, Connie and Jean had this competition where they-" Sasha started. 

 Mikasa cut her off gently. "You're okay, right?" 

 The genuine worry in her friend's eyes touched her, and she suddenly felt a sickening guilt for the lie she was forcing herself to tell. 

 "I promise, I'm okay." She said (semi) sincerely. 

 Mikasa looked like she wanted to press more, but nodded once, and went back to helping Sasha dole out the cutlery. 

 The day ended without further questioning, and Rae felt like she might be in the clear. 

 Then the week proved her wrong. 

 Hange fell ill, and Moblit was too swamped with their combined paperwork to take over training and extra duties. 

 Erwin made the delightful decision that Hange squad and Levi squad could merge for the week while Hange recovered. 

 Which meant captain Levi would be training her, overseeing her extra duties and activities, assigning jobs and chores as he saw fit. 

 She cringed with images of him subtlety punishing her for her transgressions in his office; assigning extra stable duty, dishes every night, making a fool of her during sword training; using her as an example of poor form, (she really needed to work on her grip strength) or even pairing up with her during hand to hand training for an excuse to kick her into the dirt. 

 In all honesty, by the end of the week, she would have preferred all of that, and worse compared to what actually transpired. 

 It was as if she didn't exist. 

 He didn't look at her, didn't speak to her. When assigning partners for sparring, assigning duties and chores; he referred to everyone by their last names, not even glancing from his clipboard.

 Her only solace through the entire week was Marco. 

 The man was some sort of empath- Rae was sure. She didn’t speak a word about the turmoil coursing through her, but it was as if Marco knew; just by looking at her. 

 Mid-week, Rae was brushing her horse Alistarr when he came up behind her. 

 Rae and Marco were incredibly close, and had been for nearly 5 years, so when a warm pair of hands wrapped themselves around her, and a mop of dark hair flopped onto her shoulder, she only jumped for a moment before relaxing into his hold. 

 “This week has been hell,” He sighed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss Hange.” 

 Rae chuckled and wriggled from his grasp, dropping the brush into Alistarrs’ bucket. 

 She turned to him, giving him a proper hug. He slumped over her, giving an exaggerated whine. 

 “There there.” She giggled, patting his back. “Oh, you poor baby. I know, I’m feelin’ it too.” 

 He laughed, pulling back to look at her. “How are you doing?” 

 She smiled brightly at him, bringing a cool hand to his cheek.

 “When I get to look at this cute freckled face, how could I be anything but happy?” 

 Marco must’ve seen her smile not reach her eyes. 

 Her round cheeks were swallowed by his palms, and he began giving quick gentle kisses to her face. 

 Rae was a very physically affectionate person, and thankfully most of her friends were too, or at least put up with it. 

 And if Rae was over the top with her affections, Marco was over the clouds. 

 He kissed the tip of her nose, both of her cheeks, and a big exaggerated one right in the centre of her forehead. 

 She giggled as he swiped his thumb across a tiny bit of spit he’d left behind. He stepped back, crossing his arms and eyeing her dramatically. 

 “Seriously Rae, what’s going on?” 

 She turned to put away her bucket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m completely fi-“ 

 She was cut off by Marco’s screech as he fell to his knees. Before she could react, Marco was flying towards the ground from a swift kick to the head. 

 “Bodt,” growled Levi. “I don’t remember writing ‘fuck your fellow cadets in the stables’ into your schedule today.” 

 Marco groaned, rubbing the side of his head. “We were just-“ 

 “I have eyes, cadet. Keep your hands to yourself and get your ass to the kitchens.” 

 Marco stood slowly, glancing between Rae and the Captain. “But sir, I’m not assigned to kitchen duty until 4.” 

 “Well I just decided you’re doing a double shift. Now move.” He barked. 

 Marco scrambled to move, halfway through his exit he gave a hasty salute, then ran the rest of the way to the dining hall. 

 Rae’s jaw audibly cracked shut when Levi looked at her. 

 Levi had to have known that Marco was her best friend, that forehead kisses and the like were normal for them. So why had he been so cruel to Marco? 

 And what would her punishment be? 

 “Be in my office at 7pm sharp, this Friday, cadet.” He said, voice flat, distant. 

 Her blood ran cold. 

 “Sir?” She squeaked.

 His face was void of emotion, so unlike the face that was burned behind her eyelids, that look of wonder that she’d been trying so hard to forget. 

 “That is an order.” 

—————————

If hell was a tangible place, Rae supposed that it might feel something like the two days leading up to this point. 

 Time seemed too slow and too quick all at once. 

 Her mind kept flipping back and forth between emotions. She was anxious to see him again, he’d made himself rather scarce since the stables. Despite her attempts to forget her memories, her feelings from that night, she just couldn’t. 

 The moments when she’d catch her reflection in a passing window or mirror, when she’d drag her fingertips across his fading mark, thighs twitching in remembrance, the hours seemed to tick by at a snail's pace. In these moments, she felt as if that evening would never come, that she’d be tormented forever in this limbo of what if. 

 The fear was what made the time escape her. 

 Despite the almost foreign ache between her thighs at the thought of him, the thought of confrontation with him scared her half to death. 

 He had yet to punish her, to express his disinterest, disgust, or disappointment in her. She thought perhaps he was waiting, giving her time to come to terms with it before he let her down hard. 

 Because that was the only option in her mind. 

 Friday morning, she, like her walls days prior; finally broke, the guilt and indecision and turmoil was whisked away with the sunrise. 

 Her hand travelled beneath her cotton sleep shorts, fingers finding their way between her folds. The wetness there did not shock her, she had been thinking about him non-stop. The fear and the lust even transferred to her dreams. 

 It was him she thought about as her fingers circled and pushed on her clit; she couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to. 

 His rough hands, his deep voice.

 The way he tasted, the way he smelled. 

 Walls, did she want him. She’d scream it to the sky. She wanted every sick and twisted thing he’d drunkenly said that night, despite her idea that he didn’t mean a word. 

 When she came, it was quick and sharp, and his title, not his name spilled from her lips. 

 Oh Maria. She thought. The last thing I need is a thirst for authority figures. 

 As she readied herself for the day, she avoided the thought that perhaps it was too late to save herself from said thirst. 

 The high she had from her acceptance of her feelings, (along with a trusty orgasm) had pushed her through the day, but it seemed to fizzle and die out as she stood in front of Captain Levi’s door. 

 She was early, fearful of inducing his wrath even further with tardiness. 

 Rae knocked twice, and from inside she heard him call for her to enter. 

 She went in, closing the door behind her. 

 His office was the same as she remembered, only this time Levi’s desk was illuminated by two bright oil lamps. 

 The warmth from the light flickered across his pale face, casting shadows under his eyes, which were scanning the stack of paperwork in front of him. 

 “Sit.” Levi gestured to the chair in front of the desk without looking at her. 

 She did as she was told, fiddling with a button on her uniform in the silence. The top of his desk stared at her. ‘Remember what you did here?’ It teased.

 Levi continued reading the document in front of him, and when he got to the last page he scribbled a quick signature at the bottom. He placed the papers in his outgoing bin on the side of the desk, then pulled open one of the drawers to his right. 

 He handed her a sheet of paper and a spare pen, and she took note of the intricate detailing on the pens body before looking at the sheet. 

 “This is the Corps sexual harassment report form.” 

 Her eyes shot back to him, her guilt returning tenfold. 

 He wanted to report her? What kind of punishment would she face? Would she get kicked out of the survey corps? Levi was a high ranking officer, would she go to prison? 

 “When you’re finished with that, I can get you the abuse of authority report form as well.” Levi leaned back in his chair. “That one is a couple more pages, sadly.” 

 Now she was confused. “Sir?” 

 He rolled his eyes, sighing. “Sadly, the pigs in charge of this shit care more about the high ranking officers abusing their cadets than they do about sexual assault. It’s disgusting.” 

 “But Captain,” she couldn’t find the words to question him. “I’m just a cadet, I’m not a high ranking soldier, I have no power to abuse..?” 

 His brow furrowed. “What?” 

 “I’ll fill the harassment form if that’s what you’d like, but I don’t think the abuse of authority one could apply to… what I did.” 

 “You think these forms are to be filed against you?” He asked. 

 Her heart was racing now. “Well I just- I… I, you- we-“ 

 “No, Cadet. I’m giving you these reports to file against me.” 

 How could he sound so calm saying that? As if she would even want to do such a thing? 

 “Captain, that isn’t nece-“ 

 “My actions the evening of your birthday were severely inappropriate, I took complete advantage of your inebriated state and need to be accurately punished to the full extent of the law.” 

 It was her turn to furrow her brow. “Captain, that’s ridiculous. You did not take advantage of me.” 

 He stood quickly. “You were drunk!” 

 “So were you!” She stood from her chair as well. 

 He stormed from around his desk, his sock clad feet quiet against the wood floor, reminding her that she had her boots on in his office. 

 “I don’t fucking like dirt in my office.”

 He’d said it so openly that night, like it was something he’d wanted to tell her for some time. Only now, with her boots on, she stood 5cm taller, which to the average person wouldn’t have been much, but to them, it made a noticeable difference. 

 He stood in front of her now, eyes blazing. “Yes, I was drunk. That is precisely the point!” 

 She couldn’t hold back the scoff, which led to him stepping towards her, finger jutting towards her chest. 

 “You were drunk, yes Cadet. But you were only in my office because of some stupid dare!” He was nearly shouting now, and she took a cautionary step back. “I was drunk, too. And when men get drunk, they turn into filthy, perverted lowlife animals who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” 

 Her anger and boldness were ignited, his words were the alcohol to the flame. “Oh really, is that what you were that night Levi? A filthy pervert? An animal?” 

 He faltered a bit, but held his ground nonetheless. “Yes. Because only a filthy animal touches a woman when she doesn't ask for it.” 

 “Who said I didn’t ask for it?” 

 He truly faltered then. “I- what?” 

 “I was completely aware of what was happening, Levi. It was entirely consensual.”  

 He backed up, circling around her towards the couch, the gears turning in his head. 

 “You couldn’t possibly- I mean… what?” He looked so confused. Angry, at himself or her, she couldn’t tell, but she knew now that his distance the past week was for her sake, not his. He thought he’d taken advantage of her. He thought himself a criminal, an animal. 

 “But…” he paused, searching her eyes. “You ran.” 

 “Levi.” She smirked as he twitched at her informality. “You’d just given me the first and only orgasm I’d ever received from another person.” 

 He gawked. The captain, humanity's strongest soldier, actually dropped his jaw ever so slightly, and gawked at her. 

 Something deep and dark inside her woke up, stretched its legs and licked its lips at Levi’s reaction. ‘More’ it purred, confident and hungry. 

 “Plus, it happened to be the best, most earth shattering orgasm of my entire life.” 

 She walked towards him, and he seemed to back in fear, freezing when the back of his legs hit the couch. 

 “I ran because I was overwhelmed.” She moved closer, he backed again until he was forced to sit down, and she hovered over him. 

 “I ran because I was scared.” 

 “Of what?” He questioned softly. 

 The moonlight started to drift in, overpowering the warmth of the lamps and casting a cool hue over his face. His eyes held that deep, powerful emotion again, and she knew then and there; 

 There was no going back. 

 “That you hadn’t liked it.” She moved her legs, each knee coming to rest beside the outsides of his thighs, her hands still grasping the back of the couch on each side of his head. 

 As she straddled him with her newfound confidence, and his cool hands rested softly on her hips, she had another epiphany; 

 She didn’t want to go back. 

 “Did you?” 

 “Did I, what?” He asked her. 

 She let her ass rest against the top of his upper thighs, and slid her hands from the couch to his neck, fingers running along the edge of his undercut. 

 “Did you like it?” She finally broke for the second time that day, and rubbed her clothed core against the crotch of his slacks. 

 He nearly turned feral, latching himself to her mouth and consuming her once more with a searing kiss. 

 His tongue against hers made Rae feel dizzy, and she was growing wetter with each kiss, especially when he broke for a second in between, trying to speak but unwilling to part from her. 

 “I’ll answer,” kiss “your,” kiss “question,” he took her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it towards him as his grip on her hips tightened. 

 The pain sent sparks of pleasure through her, and she groaned when he let it go. 

 “-if you answer mine.” 

 She smiled, grinding against the much more noticeable bulge in his pants. “Ask away.” 

 He was clearly fighting back sounds as she ground against him, but he managed to speak clearly anyways. “Was I really the first person to make you cum?” 

 She was growing Impatient playing these games, she wanted to feel his skin, to feel him. She started working on his shirt buttons while she answered. 

 “Three years ago, at the harvest festival, I met a boy, I honestly don’t even remember his name.” She shucked off Levi’s shirt, throwing it behind her as he got to work on her pants. She kicked off her boots as she continued.

 “All I remember was that he was paying attention to me when I thought no one else was. Now that I think about it,” she said, leaning in for another kiss, “he looked a little like you.” 

 He chuckled darkly into the kiss, pulling away to tug her belt from her pants. “…and?” 

 “He took me back to his house, we were alone; his parents were vendors at the fair, and he took my virginity in his dingy little twin bed.” She shimmied out of her pants, undoing the last of her shirt buttons, tossing that away too. 

 “And how was it?” Levi asked, pulling her back into his lap and dipping his fingers under her breast band. 

 “Dry.” She chuckled. “He fucked me for two minutes before he realized I wasn’t getting wetter, I was bleeding. Poor kids dick shrivelled up and I had to explain what had happened.” 

 He helped her pull her band up and over her head, and tossed it with the rest of the clothes piling behind them. She was bare now, save for her standard issue grey cotton panties, doing little to hide her growing arousal. 

 He grasped her breasts and lightly squeezed, and she groaned at the touch; it felt heavenly after a long day of having them pressed tight against her. 

 “Poor kid didn’t even know what he was doing.” Levi leaned in and gave her left nipple teasing kitten licks as he spoke. “Bleeding is common the first time, but better men can prepare a woman so well; discomfort is the last thing on her mind.” 

 Rae gasped as his hand travelled downwards, and bit her lip when he touched her core through the cotton. “I-I figured as much. Hange had taught us what masturbation was years before that, so I knew it wasn’t good.” 

 “Mmm.” Levi hummed as he stroked circles through the fabric covering her clit. “You knew what your pleasure was. He didn’t stand a chance, did he?” 

 “aAhh-“ she moaned. If she bit her lip any harder she thought it might bleed. “So to answer your question…”

 She bit back a whine when he took his fingers away, but could barely contain her sounds when they pushed her underwear to the side, running through the slick pooling from her. 

 “Mmnn, fuck!” She’d never felt like this before. “Yes. Yes! You’re the only one besides me to- to touch me. To make me cum.” 

 He smiled for the first time in front of her, a genuine smile, deviant, but it met his eyes- and they sparkled. 

 “Good.” 

 Levi began to tease her, rubbing his middle finger around her entrance, then up to her clit, then back again.

 She groaned, tossing her head onto his shoulder. “A-aren’t you going to ans-swer mine n-now?” Her breathing was coming short, the ache between her legs now a burning flame. 

 “Look at me.” He said, and she did. 

 The moment his ring finger breached her entrance, she gasped, and he did so along with her, half in mockery and half in his own pleasure. 

 He pushed in until the last knuckle, wiggled it a bit, causing her to let a strangled yelp from her throat, but she released her breath when he slowly dragged it back out. 

 “To answer your question,” he was touching her entrance again, only this time two fingers stretched into her. He groaned, his eyes rolling back as hers went wide, her walls clutching him tightly, breath once again gone. “I enjoyed it so much I came in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

 She keened, her face hot, legs trembling, mind reeling at this. And to think- she’d thought he didn’t mean what he’d said, that he didn’t enjoy the moment as she had. 

 She hadn’t even touched him yet, and he looked as if he was ready to burst. He started to pull and push his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, and she could feel herself clench around his digits. 

 Rae knew how to masturbate, and did so as often as she could to ease her stress. But one thing she had never done was finger herself. 

 Her fingers were just too short, too small. It never felt right, never worked, and so she wrote it off as a pointless act and continued with external stimulation from there on. 

 Levi’s fingers were not short, or small. He had reasonably large hands, his fingers long and elegant, hands delicate enough to write poetry and strong enough to knock someone’s teeth in. 

 Rae had never experienced this kind of beautiful stimulation, and Levi could tell. 

 She was a mess, scrunching her eyes closed and biting her lip with each thrust of his hand. She was dripping, and she knew it. She could feel her slick running down his fingers, covering the rest and most likely dripping into his palm. 

 “Don’t hold back those pretty noises, Cadet.” 

 She shook her head, continuing to swallow moans. 

 There was a pressure building somewhere inside her abdomen. It was small and unfamiliar, but provided a sense of urgency she didn’t understand how to act on. 

 “You can’t keep quiet forever,” Levi chided. 

 She hummed in the back of her throat as he continued thrusting his fingers inside her, and opened her eyes to glance at him. 

 Just like the night of her birthday, his eyes were waiting for her. Something in the steely grey darkened, a wicked sort of look crossed his face and she knew she was in trouble. 

 A yelp tore through her as he cocked his fingers inside her, poking at something inside her that made the pressure grow. 

 “AAah!” She couldn’t stop the half-screech she let loose as he continued fucking his digits into her, finishing his thrust with a quick ‘come hither’ motion, only to pull back and thrust again. 

 “There she is, good,” Levi smiled again, a devilish thing. “Good girl.” 

 His praise made her eyes nearly roll to the back of her skull. 

 “C-captain..” 

 He quickened his pace, his hand on her hip squeezing as they rolled with his thrusts. It was like her body was on autopilot, the urgency was growing with the pressure inside her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning anymore. 

 “Captain!” She grasped the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp. 

 He stared up at her like a starved man, eyes twinkling and breath ragged. 

 “Yeah,” he huffed. 

 “I… I-“ she was blabbering now, “somethings… happening- I don’t know-“ 

 “Yes,” he hissed. “C’mon. Give it to me.” 

 The pressure grew and grew, quicker than it had before, and a mild panic took her. 

 “Levi!” She cried. “Please, I-“ 

 “Cum for me.” He breathed to her lips, eyes wide with wonder. 

 And she did. 

 The pressure released, and waves of sharp pleasure rolled through her insides in quick succession. Her walls clenched and clenched around his fingers, and he slowed their pace, still prodding at that spot within her. 

 The pulses started to slow, and her mouth closed from it’s silent scream. 

 “Mmmm.” He took her lips into another kiss. “There you go, sweetheart, you take it so well.” 

 The pulsing slowed to a stop, and so did he. 

 “I…” Rae caught her breath. “What the…?” 

 Levi chuckled deeply in his throat. “Didn’t know you could do that, did you?”

 “I… I don’t do that… what you did.” She said sheepishly. 

 “Oh?” He said. “So what,” he pulled his fingers from her hole, and quickly circled them on her clit with the lightest pressure. “You usually do this?” 

 “HaAh!” She jumped with the stimulation, body rocking forward, throwing her head to his shoulder. 

 He added pressure, whispering filthy encouragement in her ear. 

 You’re doing so well 

 So good for me

 You came for me so quick last time, what’s taking so long? 

 C’mon sweetheart, give it to me. 

 This was a pressure she was familiar with, and when her heartbeat transferred itself to her clit as she came, she knew she would never replicate such a feeling on her own. 

 His fingers slowed, but didn’t stop, and her body jerked and twitched as he worked her through it, teasing her when he knew it was too much, gentle strokes leaving her whining and nearly drooling onto his shoulder. 

 He pulled her face back to his with his dry hand, kissing her long and deep. She moaned into the kiss, and felt his sharp exhale of contentment fan across her cheek through his nose. 

 Rae stared as he pulled back and brought the fingers that were inside her to his mouth, licking them clean in long, broad strokes of his tongue. Her walls clenched around nothing as he brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked. 

 “Oh fuck.” She breathed. 

 ‘Mmm.” He smirked after he pulled them from his mouth, bringing them towards her lips. “Here, have a taste.” 

 Her mouth eagerly opened for him, latching around his digits with light suction. She wasn’t dense, she knew he was imagining what her mouth would feel like elsewhere, but the faint taste of her own arousal mixed with his saliva was intoxicating. 

 She needed more. 

 It was her who rushed into the kiss this time, her tongue chasing his to obtain more of this new mixture of them, it was brighter there than on his fingers. 

 “Levi…” she breathed into his open mouth. She could feel his cock straining in his slacks, and she rubbed herself along it, reviling in the way his breath stuttered against her lips. 

 “Fuh-fuck,” his hands pushed her from him, her feet finding the soft of the rug again. “I can’t… just-“

 “Just get these fucking off, now.” He nearly ripped her panties in his haste to get them off her body, her stumbling steps out of them were their only salvation.

 Levi pulled her back onto him from the small of her back, the other hand working at freeing his cock from its restraints. 

 Rae suddenly felt nervous. She really hadn’t seen many penises, aside from sexual health diagrams and the harvest festival boy, but even the glimpse she got from his was disappointing to say the least. She wanted so badly to look down at him, despite her nerves. To see what she had been rubbing herself on, what had gotten her off 8 days prior. 

 She bit her lip and looked down, figuring she might as well get it over with before it entered her body. 

 She was almost disappointed at how not disappointed she was. 

 She could say with the utmost certainty, that despite never seeing any others, Levi Ackerman had the prettiest cock out of any man alive. 

 Were cocks even considered pretty? 

 Levi would later go on to tell her that, yes they could be perceived that way, and it wasn’t the first time his had been referred to as such.

 It was darker along the shaft, but still that shade of pale that was so undoubtedly Levi. His tip flushed the perfect shade of pink as he gave a few short tugs to himself. 

 “Can I touch you?” 

 It seemed she would continue to surprise Levi, her boldness in the question, yes. But it was also the question itself; people rarely asked, just acted. 

 “Go head, pretty girl.” He murmured. He released himself, letting his length stand proud between their bodies. 

 She flushed at the praise once more, her head swimming with what was yet to come. Despite her bold question, her fingers timidly found their way around the smooth skin of his cock. 

 “You feel like velvet,” she whispered in awe. 

 He watched her as she looked down, experimenting with him gently. After running her fingertips along a prominent vein, she closed her fingers around him and gave a soft squeeze, earning an abnormal inhale from Levi, but nothing more. 

 The dark thing inside her pawed at its confines, ‘More.’ It demanded. 

 So Rae added pressure and jerked him slowly, always a quick learner, she followed the pattern he’d made when he’d touched himself briefly, down, then pull up with a little twist of the wrist, making sure to pull the foreskin over the head on the upstroke. 

 Around the fifth stroke, a small, deep sound rumbled in Levi’s throat, and after the 11th, he gripped her wrist to a halt. 

 “I need…” he hesitated. “I’m not going to last if you want to-“

 She let him go, finding his worry rather endearing. 

 Levi’s voice was still husky and coarse, “that is, if you want to.”

 She looked into his eyes, and found that he was genuine. If she really wanted to stop here, he’d do so. In his eyes she found a trust that took root, and she knew that it would grow and flourish into something strong and beautiful.

 “Captain.” She said,

 “Cadet,” he retorted. 

 “I want you.” It came out more breathy than she’d intended. 

 The deviance returned to her captain's face. “Where do you want me, Cadet?” 

 Her face grew hotter, whether from the excessive use of their titles, a burning reminder of how much she (and apparently he as well,) enjoyed the power imbalance, or the thought of telling the captain where she wanted him. 

 In my bed, forever.

Over me,

Under me,

In my hands,

Squeezed in my grip.

On my body,

Inside my mouth, 

On the tip of my tongue 

Inside me so completely I can’t think of anything else-

“Please,” she whined instead, loving the chase. 

 Levi loved a select number of things, Tea being an obvious choice, silence, the satisfying crunch of a bone breaking underfoot, there was even an open spot on the list, pulsing and twitching inside him at the way his heart felt right now, it was screaming ‘fill me’ louder than Rae’s eyes were. 

 However, If there was one thing Levi surely loved, it was the chase. 

 “I need you to tell me, Cadet.” He said. “Where?”

 He pushed the tip of his cock through her soaking slit, nudging her clit. “Here?”

 She cried out at the stimulation again, still buzzing from her earlier orgasms. “Fuck, Levi please.” 

 “Oh,” he grinned something akin to a wolf before striking its prey. “I see-“

 He pushed his length down slightly, the head just resting against her entrance. 

 “-You want me here.”

 She was stiff as a board, waiting for him to breach her, ready for the pain, the pleasure, for anything, really. 

 “Levi,” she whined. 

 “Cadet.” 

 She scowled at him the best she could. “Please, I need it.” 

 He tutted at her, “only good girls get cock, and you seem to be forgetting my title.”

 The thing inside her snarled. 

 “The rules in my office will stay the same, Cadet, regardless of attire, or lack thereof.” He was really trying to get her now, and she had not come this far to be teasingly denied any longer. 

 “Say my name, Levi. It’s not ‘Cadet.’” She said,

 He cocked his head mockingly. “Say my title, Cadet. It’s not that hard.”

 Her eyes darkened, but he seemed to not take her seriously, chuckling a deep; “you are adorable, honestly, you rrrrr-“ 

 Whatever he had left to say was cut short by her weight falling, and her silky walls swallowing his cock inch by inch as she sunk down on him. When the stretch ached, but didn’t burn, didn’t hurt, her confidence exploded. 

 “-rrrRae-“ he gasped against her lips as she held his head close, staring into his eyes as she sat until he bottomed out. 

 “Fuck.” He huffed. “You’re so tight.”

 She wriggled her hips slightly, pulling a moan from each of them.

 “You’re so…” she lifted experimentally, crying out into the room as she came back down harder than intended. “…b-big.”

 “Fuck.” Levi repeated, light and breathy, his head lolling against the back of the couch.

 She looked down, the patch of neatly trimmed hair at his base was brushing against her own, they were so close. 

 He was inside her. 

 Levi was inside her and she was on top of him. 

 The dark thing inside her purred. 

 “Who’s adorable now?” She rocked forward, biting her lip to keep from shouting out how fucking amazing he felt. 

 His breath was loud and heavy, “R-Ra-eyy- hah-“ he stuttered quietly, his voice reaching an octave she’d never heard from him. 

 “Remind me again, Levi,” she emphasized her lack of manners with a particularly rough rock against him. “F-fuck. Remind me again, what is it that only good girls get?”

 Her eyes rolled back as his hands squeezed her hips, almost guiding them as she moved. 

 “Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Ha- fuck. I said only good girls get cock.” 

 He hissed as she circled her hips experimentally, “well, Levi. It looks like I’ve been very, hmn- oh fuck- very bad.” She moaned through it, attempting to keep her mocking tone straight. 

 “So why is it that I’m getting cock?” She slowed to a stop, and something in Levi snapped. 

 “You think this is getting cock, little girl?” The shock of entering her ebbed away, replaced by absolute pleasure, and lust filled rage; she wasn’t going to win so easily.

 The game had only just begun. 

 “I’ll show you what getting cock feels like.”

 Before she could process his words, his cock thrust its way into her, ripping a scream from her throat that he silenced with his fingers, all four shoved in, taking the sting from her bite as she tried to control her noises. 

 He fucked into her with reckless abandon, his mind reeling at the feeling of finally fucking her, finally feeling her pretty little cunt swallowing his cock. There was a twinge of disgust, the part of him that thought that he was filthy and perverted for enjoying fucking into her.  

 Another part of him was taking over, however. It was the part of him that yearned for physical touch, for connection, the part that begged him to give in. 

 He had a hard time saying no when someone begged. 

 Rae drooled around his fingers, her cries muffled, eyes rolling back into her head. She felt so full, it was like he was splitting her in two. Over and over his hips snapped to hers, hard and sharp, but she could tell he was holding something back. 

 She managed to wriggle his fingers from her mouth, her spit coating them and running down her chin.  

 “Please, Captain,” he groaned at her plea, his hips stuttering slightly. 

 “Please,” Rae whined again. “More, I can take it.” 

 Levi’s eyes widened slightly, “really? You think you can take it?” 

 She nodded, face still scrunched up in pleasure. 

 Levi grabbed her hips and threw her onto the plush of the old couch. The new emptiness inside her ached, and she wanted nothing more than for it to be filled once again. 

 He crawled over her, and she wanted to run her teeth along the muscles of his arms, to lick the light sheen from his collarbones. Rae wanted to worship this moment, this man above her with everything in her soul. 

 “I thought you were a smart girl, Rae?” He said.

 “I-“ she stuttered. “I am!” 

 “Smart girls don’t ask for more than they can handle.”

 I’ll make you eat those words, she wanted to say, but the moment his cock pushed into her, filling up all that empty, lonely space; her words escaped her. 

 Well- coherent words, that is. 

 “I- ahHha! Oh, nnn- ah!” He must’ve really thought her to be stupid now, she was babbling; releasing any and every noise at the way he was fucking into her with his hands beside her head and that dark look in his eyes, she was certain her face was displaying an amusing array of emotions. 

 Levi chuckled with a snap of his hips, “that enough for you?” 

 He was still holding back- she knew it. She wanted to rip into him and tear out that dark, filthy thing he let loose the night of her birthday. 

 She shook her head, loose hair falling out of her ponytail, and looked him hard in the eyes. 

 “Levi, give it to me.” She whispered. 

 He chewed on his lip for a moment before he took a deep breath. He leaned in close, and  Rae shivered at his breath and the feeling of his cock shifting inside her. 

 “What’s your least favourite season?” He asked. 

 “Summer.” She said without hesitation. 

 He smiled a soft thing, amused by her eagerness to please him. “If you need to stop for any reason, you say summer.” 

 She was a little confused, why couldn’t she just say stop? If she couldn’t take it, she could just tell him right? 

 Levi’s eyes were twinkling as he watched the gears turn in Rae’s mind. When her eyes met his again, she stopped and stared, the last cog clicking into place. 

 “Oh,” she whispered. “Okay.” 

 Well, she did want the dark and filthy.

 He smirked at her, “Good girl.” 

 He threw her legs over his shoulders, legs dangling as her calves rested on the delicious trapezius muscle connecting his neck and shoulder.

 She squealed as he leaned forward, pushing at her thighs until her knees were nearly at her shoulders.

 The angle pushed his cock so deep her left foot gave an involuntary kick upward as the little twinge of pain racked through her. 

 “Ahhhhh-“ but the pain quickly melted as he rolled his hips slowly, his cock just brushing the deepest points inside her. ”Oh, fuck, fuck.” 

 Levi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, but if her pleasure was anywhere near the feeling of her tight walls swallowing him up, tensing and twitching as they adjusted to him, he knew exactly how she felt. 

 “Here, sweet girl,” he guided her hands to the back of her knees, “hold yourself up.” 

 She did as she was told, gripping so hard she thought she might leave bruises of her own. 

 Levi leaned closer, drinking in the way she keened at the motion. He licked and nipped and sucked at the soft skin of her throat, whispering at her as he went. 

 “I want to cover you with my marks,” he said, sucking beneath her ear. 

 “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk right.”

 She whined, pleading for him to do just that. 

 “Oh, fuck.” His voice came out all breathy this time, rolling hips as she clenched around him. “I’m going to ruin you, no one will ever compare.”

 I don’t think anyone ever could. She tried to speak the words, but all that rolled off her saliva soaked tongue was a high pitched “please.”

 “Just remember you asked for it,” he growled. 

 Her nails dug crescent moon shapes in the backs of her knees as he started his brutal pace. Her heels tap, tap, tapped against his shoulder blades with the motions. 

 With this new angle, it felt as if he was tearing through her very being, leaving pleasure and carnage in his wake. The velocity in which his hips snapped against hers was astounding, each thrust sending stars to her eyes and unflattering noises to her throat, which all came tumbling out when that new coil inside her twisted and burned. 

 “Such pretty noises…” Levi’s voice was strained but still laced with undeniable sin. 

 “You might want to keep it down though, little one,” he chuckled. “Do you want everyone to know you’re being a little slut for your captain?” 

 She could feel the way her body clenched around him. “oh, fuck.” 

 “Oh, does someone like that?” He asked. “Do you like when I call you out on what a little whore you’re being?” 

 His voice was so low, so deep. She couldn’t stop the arch in her back, the way her hands fumbled and pulled at the couch, desperate for something to hold her down so she wouldn’t float away. 

 She did like it, she loved it in fact, she loved the power he had over her, she loved this new side of him she’d never experienced. He was talkative, his focus solely on her. He was being…almost… sweet, too. 

 That was the unexpected part. The degradation, the dirty talk, the stamina she could’ve guessed. But the way his eyes sparkled when he looked down at her? The way he overlooked the sweat and the cursing and thrashing and just kept fucking into her, going and going until she- 

 “Captain,” she breathed, “captain- lev- levi-I think I’m gonna cum.” 

 “Oh?” His teeth ground into his bottom lip, keeping his own sounds from spilling onto her. “You think?”

 His words were once again accompanied by harsh, deep thrusts that sent her keening, her fingers losing their grip on her legs, head thrown back in ecstasy. 

 “Ah, ahh!” She breathed, “Levi… it’s..” 

 He kept going, harder and harder, feeling his own coil tighten as her walls clenched around him. 

 “You are going to cum,” he whispered against her lips, kissing them softly. “And when you do, you’re going to tell me exactly whose cock is making you cum so hard.” 

 “Y-you-“ Rae stuttered, that tight pressure was pushing at her again, hot and intense and relentless as he fucked her. 

 “Who?” He teased. 

 “You! Y-your cock-“ her face scrunched, the pleasure screaming higher and higher, muddling her thoughts. “Your cock, Levi- C-cap-“ 

 “Cum for me. Say it, c’mon.” He growled at her, thrusting harder still. 

 “Captain Levi!” She squealed, louder and higher in pitch than she intended, as her orgasm slammed through her. 

 It pulsed like before, only this time harder and tighter. Her walls fluttered around his cock, and it just kept going as he did, waves and waves of it ripping through her core. 

 She babbled as he fucked her through it, how it was his cock, his cock that was making her cum, cum so hard, so good, thank you captain, so hard.

 “Fuck..” Levi was nearing his limit, the intensity of her orgasm pushing him towards his own. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” 

 “I wanna feel it.” Rae whimpered. 

 Levi faltered, looking down at her lust blown features, feeling the heat from the panting breaths she released across his perspiring skin. It was almost enough to make him cum, almost. 

 “What?” He asked her, his thrusts slowing ever so slightly. 

 “Inside,” she whined. “I wanna feel it when you cum.”

 “Fuck, Rae- you-“ 

 “Please, Captain.” She moved her hands from her legs to his face, brushing aside a strand of hair with her fingertips. “Please cum inside me.” 

 It was the softness of the gesture, the smallness of her tone, and the plea itself that did him in. It hit him like a loose brick, slamming through his gut until he burst, his cock jumping inside her, pumping her full of him. 

 She gasped as she felt it, his warmth spilling inside her. He gave a few weaker thrusts to work himself through, relishing the breathy whines they pulled from Rae. 

 “Fuck…” he gave one last push before he pulled out completely, shifting back as he spread her thighs wide. 

 “Look at you, pretty girl.” He murmured to the room, not to her, as if entranced. “You took it so well.” 

 “It's warm…” she mumbled, giving a little ‘ah!’ When an aftershock pushed some of the sticky white out of her. 

 She jolted when he ran his fingers along her, scooping up what tried to escape. 

 “Ah, ah, ah,” he said. “No messes on my furniture without permission.” 

 Rae’s stomach fluttered at his words, despite what had just transpired between them. Levi lifted his fingers, bringing them to her lips, and she opened obediently, licking and sucking his cum from them. 

 “Good girl.” He smiled softly. “Come here, give me a taste.” 

 She was confused for a moment, but it faded as soon as his tongue dipped into her mouth, and he kissed her so deeply she forgot to breathe. 

 She groaned into the kiss, the filthy nature of it set her face on fire, the heat creeping down to her ears and neck.

 “Levi…” she whispered as he pulled from her. His eyes were filled with that open wonder again, like she hung the moon and stars, lit the night sky up just for him. 

 “We’ve much to discuss, but for now, we’d best get you clean.” 

 ——

He cleaned her in his surprisingly deep soaker tub, rubbing her shoulders and washing her hair.

 “If you tell anyone I was this soft on you, I’ll toss you from the wall.”

 She’d giggled at that. 

 He’d told her about the kind of relationship he would like to explore with her; the rules and expectations and contracts, the give and take for the both of them. Levi was honest and open, and made sure Rae knew it was much more than some transactional thing.

 “I take this very seriously,” he stated, his stony demeanor was back, save for a softness around his eyes. “We can start this slowly, cautiously, and at any point you would like out, you need only say so.” 

 “Levi,” she started, only to receive a firm stare. 

 “Captain,” he released his hold on her eyes as she continued. “I want this.” 

 She fiddled with a button on the loose shirt he’d given her to wear, “I want you.”

 “Alright then, little dove,” he smirked. “But don’t say I didn't warn you.”

[limey-writes]

Hey hey could I request Headcanons for the merc from you this idea just popped into my head. Okey so do to some issues the base base to sleep in a room together and because of to little space the mercs have to share a mattress with their crush (preferably female). I hope it's okey and all in your guide lines! Have a nice day!

I really am a sucker for this idea and I'm so glad I've received it <3 I'll do 4 of my personal favorites (:

(I, again, went overboard with this idea so please enjoy I worked very hard lol)

Sniper

The base was completely trashed. Demo and Engie's little experiments together didn't exactly work as planned and more than half the base had to have some repairs done. Half the mercs had to bunk with the others, some of them (Spy) refusing to share his room with anyone else ended up taking your temporary room you were assigned to, leaving you stuck trying to find a bunk mate. You usually would try going to Pyro, since they had the most cozy room, but unfortunately for you they had already decided to hang out with their best pal Engie. At this point you were already set on just sleeping on the couch, grabbing your blankets and pillows to make your way to the couch calling your name to rest upon it. A hand gently places itself on your shoulder, causing you to pause and look behind at whoever came up to you. You were met with the sunglasses-covered eyes looking down at you with a shy look on his face as he clears his throat. seemingly trying to find the words to talk to you.

"I heard you need a bunkmate sheila.." His voice finally rings out, seeming unsure of what he wanted to ask. He watches you nod a bit, a smile now apparent on his face as he now places his hands in his pockets, trying to calm himself from the excitement he was holding in as he mumbles out his next question.

"Well how about you come bunk with me instead? You 'n me in the camper, just like those sleepovers you do with Pyro." He barely manages to make a coherent sentence, making it look like such a struggle as you raise an eyebrow, a little giggle from you while you gently pat his arm.

"I'd love to bunk with you Mundy!" You say gratefully, lowering your voice saying his name, knowing you shouldn't be saying it so loud with the others being so close now. You loop your arm around his, making him stiffen and pull your arm closer to him. You smile as he tries making his way to the camper parked outside, you following along with your arms linked together, him opening the door for you, letting you come inside before walking in behind you before shutting the door after walking in himself.

You take a second to look around, not having had exactly spent that much time in here and the rare occasions you had usually were very short-lived. Now taking in the new scenery you couldn't help but appreciate the tidiness that was inside, lived in but still comforting. You spot the bed, it looked so comfy right about now, practically calling you to come lay on it. Immediately making a beeline to the bed, you sat down on its edge, patting the spot next to you for Sniper to come and sit down next to you, which of course he did without hesitance, the bed dipping now with the two of you on it, so close to each other might I add.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you yawn, a small smile spreading on your face. "Thanks for letting me bunk with you, I wouldn't know what I'd do if I got stuck with Scout or something." You chuckled, already imagining you and Scout arguing over who had top bunk and smacking him with the pillow when he snores too loud. You felt him shake as he laughs to himself, his tenseness seemingly melting as he relaxed around you, before shifting to get comfortable with you leaning on him.

"Yeah well, I bet he really regrets getting stuck with Heavy, those two always end up butting heads with Scout being the way he is." He falls back onto the bed, leaving you sitting up and huffing, falling back along side him as your conversation continues on, the night going by until you both found yourselves in the deep quiet hours of the night, a few comments here and there keeping the two of you awake, your eyes started to shut after the clock turned 3 am, listening to Sniper answer what type of bread he enjoys the most for his sandwich and with his soup. Once he finally started to question why you haven't answered him back after that, he realizes that you've finally fallen asleep. A tender smile appears on his face as he slowly gets up, shifting you so you can be much more comfortable before scooting in beside you. The thick blanket weighed on you both, his eyes starting to shut as he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head gently, right before letting sleep steal him as well.

Medic

You had just woken up from a surgery that Medic had administered on you, your tired eyes spy him on the other side of the room writing on a clipboard, his usual blood stained attire now changed into his tidy vest and button down, not noticing that you had already woken up from your heavy slumber. You clear your throat, catching his attention as you make your attempt to sit up, causing him to rush over and gently push you back down.

"No no lieb, you mustn't get up, you haven't even fully gotten the anesthetic out of you." He scolds you, his warm hands gently patting your arm and holding one of your own as he stares at you worriedly. Your small smile easily melted away his worry, his gaze softening as you try again to sit up, using his hands for support while you lean against him.

"I'm fine really, I just don't want to be stuck lying down all day, you know I rather just be productive or something.." Your voice strains out, his hands holding you like a delicate piece of porcelain, his usual loud and confident demeanor was now cooled to a sweet, relaxed man, you were a bit confused but chalked it up to him being worried for your health (ya rite lol). He helps you get steady, taking a seat next to you on the small chair that you just how realized wasn't there when you first went under. Did he wait long for you to wake up or something?

As if reading your mind, he smiles sheepishly and answers what your face was portraying. "You had slept for much longer than expected, I had gotten worried for you since usually you wake much faster than now. Have you been resting well?" You think about the question, you couldn't deny that you haven't been sleeping as well as you'd like, sleep just refused to come to you, as hard as you tried. Of course your hesitance to answer the question only confirmed his suspicions.

He turns back to his clipboard, writing a few notes on it that you presumed was about your sleeping habits. Turning back to you a few moments later, he pats the top of your hand gently as he gives you another warm smile. "No worries, we just need to give you a better way to sleep rather than resting under medication when you visit me." You rub the back of your neck, a shy look on your face as you turn your gaze away, his eyes still lingering on you as he took in how adorable you looked acting like that. He comes to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder delicately as you start to shift to get off of the table you were on, getting back on your feet and thanking him quietly for the help.

"Do you think..you can help me to my room?" You say quietly, already wanting to be back in your room and finish your rest that you had been pulled out of. A smile brightens his face as he nods, carefully leading you out of the room, holding you gently by his side. The halls were quiet tonight, you hadn't realized how late it had gotten, wondering how long you were under for. By the time you had reached your room, you were still stuck in your head, Medic giving you a curious look as he looks down at you, watching your face and how your expressions change.

"Are you alright? I know you haven't had much rest but don't worry we'll get you right to bed and sleeping away!" he says joyfully, his hands leaving your form as he gives you a slightly saddened look. "Well I suppose I'll leave you be and let you get comfortable.." Trailing off, his gaze falls to the ground as he turns to get back to his work. A pull to his sleeve stopped him as he turns back to face you, a hint of surprise and joy that you stopped him in his face, waiting for your next words.

"Actually, I think I would rather have you come in with me." You say confidently, instead of waiting for his response you had started to slowly pull him into your room, him following in suit without even trying to stop you. He realized already too late about the bedding situation, already tucked in beside you as you had both squeezed into the small bed. He tried leaving space between you but with how little wiggle room he had you instead were both side by side, him much more anxious now than before as he felt you even wiggle close, an arm wrapping around him as best as you could manage with his large frame. His arms hesitantly wrapped around you as well, sealing the spot between you as he sighed happily, about to say something before stopping himself, seeing you were already so easily asleep. He chuckles as he brings you closer, getting comfortable for the night, mumbling against the top of your head gently

"Sleep well Liebling~"

Scout

The knock to your door had startled you awake, a groan escaping you as you got out of your warm comfortable bed, your heavy steps coming to the door and finally opening it, ready to fight whoever had dared wake you from your slumber. Your tired eyes threatened to close on you, but you fought the urge to at least see who was outside your room. And before you could react, your best pal Scout enveloped you in a hug, snapping you out of your tired state. You pat his back, confused as you start to ask him what happened, getting interrupted by the sound of his quiet whimpers, immediately giving you the sign that he was not doing well at all.

You brought him inside your room silently, letting him mumble his worries away as you held him in the dark room, sitting him on the bed as you continued to hug him. He grips your night shirt tightly in his hands, burying his head against you as you gently run your hand through his hair, whispering words of affirmation to him to try and calm him down. His small whimpers continue, but instead he pops his head up to stare up at you the best he could in the darkened room.

"Thanks..I know you've been sleepin' but I really needed to talk to you.." He says between his little whimpers, worrying you even more as you wait for him to continue. "I just..got really worried ya know? I had a real bad dream and you didn't wanna hang around me no more." He trembles in your arms, his hands tightening a little around your shirt, loosening now to instead hug you tightly against him.

"Oh Jeremy, you're my best friend, you know I wouldn't ever leave you after everything we've been through together." You say to try and calm him, holding his face with one of your hands as the other continues to gently rake through his hair, seemingly helping his trembling form. "You mean so much to me, I'd love to be your friend forever." He continues to look at you, one of his hands letting you go and mimicking your actions as he places his hand on your face.

"Ya really mean that? Even if I end up being a jerk to you on accident?" He asks wearily, his eyes half lidded as his thumb gently rubs against your cheek. His usual wrapped hands were free from the bandages tonight and the calloused feel somehow felt calming as you smiled at him, nodding as you sit down next to him while holding the hand that was once on your face in both of yours. "Besides," You started, a mischievous look in your eyes. "You already are being a little bit mean waking me up like that."

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he smiles back at you, chuckling himself as he takes a deep breath, the last of his worries leaving him for now as he looks down at your bed, deciding to take the spot you had been in not too long ago. He snuggles into your spot, wrapping himself in your entire blanket for comfort. You giggle, hugging the now Scout-burrito that look over majority of your bed. He sighs contently, turning to look at you as he smiles happily, so glad you're still by his side, and how much longer he should wait before finally asking you out.

And last, but not least,

Engie

You had caught him hanging in his workshop, tinkering with one of his sentries and trying to fix the one that was damaged in battle. You sigh as you check your watch, a flashing number of 12:27 blinked back at you. Quietly making your way inside, you hear him curse under his breath after something seemingly went wrong with his attempts at fixing things. Placing your hands on his shoulders gently, you feel him tense, but ease up only slightly as he realized who was holding him. He places the screwdriver down, tilting his head back to smile up at you, his hand moving up to take off his goggles.

"Well howdy honeybee, what brings you round these parts? Ain't it late for you?" He asks merrily, not fully recognizing the fact that you were giving him a displeased look, exhaustion clear in his face as your eyes scan his multiple coffee mugs, looking like they've been drank at least 3 times each. You shake your head and sigh, Dell's face still smiling at you happily, waiting for your answer. "So when's the last time you've slept since you've started this?"

His smile faltered slightly, a look of concern on his face now. "Oh honey, is that why you made your way over here? I don't mean to worry you if that's what you're thinking, just lose track of time sometimes." His voice rumbled out, making your stern look melting as you decide to take a seat beside him and yawning as you look over his work. His eyes watch you, confused as you take a look over his blueprints, peering over his notes that were barely legible, chicken scratch as he always called it. Your voice rang out and snapped him out of his heavy trance.

"You have really nice handwriting Dell, out of everyone here yours is always my favorite to see.." Your eyes dances across the pages, the letters neat and evenly spaced, grammar is absolutely perfect the more you looked through it. As you did so you didn't notice Engie's face as he watched you, a smile on his face from the praise and enjoying the fact you could enjoy his work. You were one of the few he shared most of his work with, he loved your comments and additional feedback, he felt less alone in his workshop whenever you visited. The usual sounds of work and metal scraping against each other was normal to him, that's until you waltzed in and decided to make your space in his workshop, and somehow even wiggled your way into his heart.

You finally look up from his work, catching his gaze on you and blushing slightly under the amount of focus he was giving you, seemingly catching his attention when you turned back away and immediately apologizing to you. "Sorry about that darl', I guess I must be much more tired than I thought." He says as he reaches for his cup of coffee, the steam slowly dissipating the longer it lingered on the table. Your hand stops his as you hold it, your stern look back as strong as ever as his breath catches in his throat as you held his hand tightly. "Oh no, no more coffee for you, you have to head to bed before it gets too late and Solder wakes us up at the crack of dawn." Your eyebrows furrow as you continue to stare him down, hoping that it'll at least convince him that you were very serious about this.

He head nods absently, his eyes trained on yours holding his and the longer you held it the more he could feel the blood rushing to his face and his ears. You both stand and you lead him to the couch that was in the corner of the room, knowing he's rather be sleeping in the comfort of his workshop rather than his normal room. Feeling that this will do, you point to the couch as he takes a seat, his hand still in yours as he smiles up at you, a quiet "thank you" coming from him.

Your face returns to its small smile that you couldn't help whenever he gave you that sweet grin, you didn't even realize in time his hand gripping yours a bit tighter before he pulls you down onto the couch with him, hugging you tight as he laughs heartily while you wiggled in his arms, giggling after the shock subsides. "Well gee Dell, I didnt realize that you needed a teddy bear to sleep." You teased him, taking off his helmet as he adjusted himself so you'd both be comfortable. "I think the only teddy bear I'd be sleepin' with would be you sweetheart." He ruffles up your hair, causing you to pout as you lay against him, your face turning pink at the remark. "I guess I'm glad I don't have to worry about a new bear taking my place huh?" You sit up a bit, looking down at him. "Though really, I think you should definitely be asleep by now, no working for you until tomorrow."

"Will you at least stay with me till I fall asleep then?"

"That's IF you fall asleep, silly!"

Even after he did, you never did leave the couch and ended up sleeping next to your own teddy bear

[drabbles-mc]

Fight Night

EZ Reyes & Angel Reyes & Sister!OFC (Mariella Reyes)

Request by @cherieann-2001: 43 for the kiss prompt with Angel/EZ and baby sister Reyes who stands a cute 5 ft 3! (Prompt is from This List)

Warnings: language, alcohol, Angel being a sore loser

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: For whatever reason, this request made me remember This Fic that I wrote forever ago where I actually drafted up an OC to be a younger Reyes sibling. The two stories aren’t related at all but I just thought that would be a fun fact lol. Hope you enjoy!

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The silence of her street was disrupted by the roar of motorcycles. A smile broke out across her face as she sat on the couch, waiting for when her two brothers would come crashing into her house like a couple of frat boys. It had been a while since they had some time with just the three of them, and she was glad that they caught enough of a break to come over for dinner and to watch the fights. She’d contemplated making a club-wide invite, but the more she thought about it, the more she really just wanted some time with just the three Reyes siblings.

The clamor of bikes went from nearly deafening, to nonexistent as they cut their engines. Mere moments later, the door swung open and Angel came striding through making a ruckus upon entry as usual. EZ was a couple steps behind him, laughing and shaking his head as his brother’s antics.

“Let’s fuckin’ go!” Angel strode into her living room.

Mariella laughed, shaking her head at him from her spot on the couch, “I think you’re more ready than any of these guys are,” she gestured towards the television.

“Psh, nah,” Angel shook his head as he collapsed on the couch next to her, “My boy AJ has got this in the bag. No doubt.”

“He can’t hear you, you know,” EZ chuckled as he kicked off his boots and wandered into the kitchen, “you don’t gotta back him up if you don’t mean it.”

Mariella watched at how differently her two brothers handled themselves. She’d always been a bit more like EZ than Angel, on the quieter side, always more of an observer. But all three of them had very similar senses of humor which made for an extremely fun time when they all got together. She could see it in Angel’s eyes that he was about to turn the conversation into a shit-talking match. And, as much as she loved sitting back and watching those happen, she also didn’t want it getting too out of hand before the fight even started.

“Can I help you find something over there, EZ?” she asked with a laugh as she watched her brother poke around the stove, being nosey as to what she’d pulled together.

“Just checking to see if I should call and get something delivered or not,” there was a smirk on his face.

Rolling her eyes she stood up off the couch and went over to him, playfully shoving him away from the stove, “Never once have you complained about my cooking,” she tapped the side of his head, “Play back the tapes—you know I’m right,” she turned and looked over at Angel, who was texting someone on his phone, “You on the other hand.”

He looked up, eyebrows raised, “What? I don’t complain.”

Both Mariella and EZ laughed, and shook their heads. She started pulling plates down out of the cupboard, “You definitely do. Which is fucking ironic considering how you can’t boil water without burning the house down.”

He flopped back onto the couch, hand over his heart in a dramatic display of pain, “That hurts, Mari. That fuckin’ hurts.”

“Here,” she walked over and handed him a plate full of food, “this should dull the pain a bit.”

He sat up, eagerly accepting the plate but still trying to play it cool, “I’ll be the judge of that.”

The main event was about halfway through, and Angel and EZ had been relentless. Mariella had sat back, thoroughly enjoying listening to the two of them. Truthfully, it was better than listening to the actual commentators of the fight. She drank her way through another beer, setting the empty bottle onto the table with the others.

For whatever reason, despite the fact that Mari and EZ had both put their empty plates on the coffee table with everything else, Angel’s was still resting in his lap. Every time he waved his arms around, or went to jump up off the couch and stand up, he’d have to fumble and catch it before it fell to the ground. A couple times she tried to get it from him, and was met with him swatting her away saying that he was going to go back for more after the next round was over. It never happened, of course, and the balancing act continued. Mari chuckled, shaking her head at herself just as much as him—she always told herself that she should start using paper plates whenever they came over.

Somehow, they made it through the twelve rounds of the fight and no one accidentally broke any plates or spilled any beer. There were a couple close calls, and Mariella made sure to remind her siblings that any stains on her carpet or couch would have to be taken care of, or paid for, by them. It was just enough of a threat to keep them cautious.

“Pay up!” Mariella held her hand out to her brother, “Told you he wasn’t gonna pull this off.”

“Wait,” EZ looked back and forth between his brother and sister, “you guys had money riding on this?” he turned to Angel, “You said you weren’t betting this.”

“Yea,” he dug his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a few bills for his sister, “not with you.”

“He thought it’d be an easy bet to win against me,” Mariella chuckled as she swiped the bills from him, “Sucker.”

“Bro,” EZ shook his head with a smile, “You’ve never won a sport’s bet against her. Ever.”

“Figured tonight would finally be my night,” Angel shook his head as he shoved his wallet away, “Apparently not.”

“Here,” Mariella took one of the bills and handed it over to EZ.

Both the Reyes boys looked at her with confusion on their faces. EZ took the money hesitantly, “What’s this for?”

“Compensation for all the ranting and bitterness you’re gonna have to listen to when you guys leave. Plus, you called the fight same as me,” she laughed as she tucked the money into the back pocket of her jeans.

“Can’t believe you bet behind my back,” EZ shook his head at Angel, “I expected that from her, but you?”

“Just out here tryna make a buck, Boy Scout,” Angel replied with a shrug.

“And yet,” EZ flashed the money in front of his brother’s face, “you’re the only one who didn’t make any.”

Angel shook his head slightly, “I’ll snatch that money right outta your fuckin’ hands, EZ.”

“Only if you’re quick enough,” EZ joked as he tucked the money into his pocket.

As EZ and Angel got ready to head out for the night, Mariella couldn’t help but to stand back and listen to the two of them bicker and joke with each other. Things had been stressful for them lately, and she knew that free time for them was difficult to come by, but she enjoyed having them over when they had the time.

“I’ll bring leftovers to the clubhouse tomorrow,” she leaned against the doorframe as they made their way out onto her front steps, “Since neither of you have smartened up and learned to bring the truck.”

“Pops only lends it to you all the time, you know,” Angel replied with a shake of his head.

“Actually, I think you’re the only one he doesn’t lend it to,” she laughed and gestured to EZ, “I see him cruising around all the time.”

“Fuck both you guys,” Angel laughed as he pulled her into a hug, squeezing her a little tighter than necessary before kissing the top of her head, “Love you, Mari. Talk to you tomorrow.”

She laughed, nodding as he made his way down the steps, “Love you too.”

“Thanks for dinner,” EZ kissed right where her hairline met her forehead, “Love you.”

“Love you too,” she gave him a playful nudge towards his bike, “I’ll let you get the good bets next time.”

He turned around and smiled, “You better!”

[japaneseadventures]

[Prince of Tennis] Jigoku no Misawa interviews Konomi Takeshi Highlights (Part 1/?)

Here's a summary of the first 12 minutes of Konomi's interview last October 5, 2021. He was interviewed by fellow mangaka Jigoku no Misawa, who also publishes manga in Jump SQ, like Konomi. (Konomi calls him his rival, lol.)

Apparently Jigoku no Misawa actually put Konomi in his manga before and Konomi learned about it afterwards, lol. Jigoku no Misawa has a lot of respect for Konomi because Tenipuri holds a lot of events in real life.

Konomi has always loved writing songs since he was a child. Started loving musicals around his high school/college days. During his middle school days, he started loving classical music thanks to his father's influence. Jigoku no Misawa: Your father got you into classical music...?😂 Uh, are you like, Atobe?😂😂Are you in the same social status as him?😂

He was torn between pursuing music and manga back in college. He was considering getting a job related to musicals as he was submitting his manga to publishers, hoping that he could do both.

Konomi says he was scouted into becoming a mangaka. Apparently, there were people scouting on the streets for anyone interested in becoming a mangaka.😂There was an audition, and only 8 were accepted out of 4000 people. The president of the company was like, "You have good eyes."

Then when he submitted his manga, his manga was slated into debuting two weeks later. At first, Konomi just submitted a "name"/rough draft of the manga, and the person-in-charge said he'll have his senior review it. That person made copies of his draft and showed it to the publishers, and the next time Konomi met him, he was informed that his manga was slated to debut, much to his surprise lol. Jigoku no Misawa had to confirm if Konomi was telling the truth because everything he said sounds like a manga's plot haha, but Konomi insists that it's true.

Later on, Konomi also got involved with musicals. Konomi: If you doggedly pursue your dreams, you can make them come true! Jigoku no Misawa: Uh, no, we won't.😂😂Your experience won't necessarily work for everyone else.😂 Konomi: 😂😂

First, Tenipuri started releasing character songs. Then, when Konomi talked about releasing an album... Konomi: Ryoma told me he wanted to debut with me. Jigoku no Misawa: ??? Konomi: Ryoma's VA-- Jigoku no Misawa: Oh. Right, right. Konomi: --Minagawa Junko said that to me, and I was like, "I see." Jigoku no Misawa: "I see"??? That's all you have to say to that? Konomi: I got her call while I was jogging, and went, "Oh, sure." Jigoku no Misawa: You'd agree just like that???

Konomi wanted people to know about Tenipuri, so he tried different things to promote it.

Then he wanted to hold events for the fans, but the advertisers and Shueisha won't allow it. He had to figure out where to pull money for it himself. So he decided to release his own song, and they would hold events for that song's promotion. To please the fans, he would write songs about tennis.

The publishers reluctantly agreed to the event since it's Konomi's own CD event.😂The money from the CD sales was used to hold the event.

For the event, he also made designs for 200 character pin badges. Apparently, they didn't allow him to use images from the animanga and it really pissed him off since those are his works. So he had to draw 200 new images.

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

Loosely based on a really wacky dream I had sometime last week. It seems to have been a bizarre reworking of The Force Awakens, but I really liked some elements of it lol

Nobody escaped the stormtrooper program. They drilled that into him over and over. It was one of his first clear memories, being shown what happened to "deserters". Faulty troopers went to reconditioning. Deserters went to "decommissioning". They'd learned that from Kamino, apparently.

Nobody escaped from the stormtrooper program. But that didn't mean FN-2187 wasn't determined to try.

Something was calling him, urging him to act. He didn't know what it was -- a memory? Instincts? -- but somehow he knew that if he stayed in the bunkers for one more year, his life would be in danger. That was why, as soon as his platoon were declared to be fifteen years of age in a deadpan announcement of duties, FN-2187 volunteered to take part in a scouting mission to a mining world they were supposedly going to negotiate with.

Phasma praised his initiative. That had been happening more since his last marksmanship tests, he'd noticed. Somehow, he always knew when her eyes were on him. It was like being watched by a hungry Krayt dragon.

FN had never seen a Krayt dragon. He couldn't remember where he'd heard of it. His bunkmates thought he was making it up until he'd showed them in data surveillance lessons. Maybe he'd learned about them in the time Before? When he was still with the man with kind eyes and the woman who laughed so warmly?

FN wished he could remember more of their faces than that.

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On the mining world, he was the perfect cadet. Instantly responding to orders, quick to point out possible ambush sites if the miners felt inclined to violence. He conducted himself as if he had an eye on ascending through the ranks, like some of his peers. And all the while, that mysterious "voice" called to him, as if it was telling him to watch for something, or to be ready.

The boy saw his opportunity when the party crossed a narrow bridge to meet the ombudsmen. There was nothing beneath it but a deep, craggy, chasm. And conveniently, no safety rails on the bridge. It was almost too easy to stage the accident: he'd made sure he was standing next to FN-TR8R, a boy who resented the attention FN-2187 was getting from the officers. TR8R was just jealous enough to do the occasional stupid thing like shove fellow cadets when officers' backs were turned. Banking on this, FN pretended to worry about the bridge and edged closer to his fellow scout.

He was absolutely terrified, he didn't have to fake that. Nobody escaped the stormtrooper program. Nobody! If he didn't get smashed to pieces on the rocks below, he'd be executed for sure! But if he just kept his head down and marched on, he feared he would lose more than his few childhood memories.

TR8R made a barely audible scoff and shoved FN away from him. Security footage would later show the smaller boy flail once, then disappear over the ledge. TR8R would claim he'd slipped.

FN knew good and well he shouldn't have survived that fall. But as he plunged past the support pillars, he just...stopped.

He hadn't landed, he just wasn't falling anymore. He was floating in midair, staring down at wickedly sharp rocks. FN thought of propaganda footage of Kylo Ren, launching enemies through the air with the Force, and fear gripped him. Had he been caught? Was Ren here?

Slowly, he was lifted back up a few feet by unseen hands. They pulled him up onto a ledge on the middle support pillar and dropped him gently onto cold stone.

"Finn Finn!" said a tiny voice.

FN-2187 slowly looked up, afraid of what he might see.

Crouching in front of his face was a very small being with long, pointed ears. His eyes were wide and expressive, and a huge smile covered his face. He pointed a tiny, gloved, hand at the boy and said again, "Finnnn!"

"What?" a second voice, much deeper, responded.

FN sat up quickly to find himself staring straight into the eye slit of a Mandalorian helmet. The Mandalorian was in the middle of planting detonation charges on the bridge supports, and he seemed to be staring at FN.

"Buir! Buir, das Finn!" the green child squeaked happily, "Oooh, Finn a big 'ad now!"

The Mandalorian immediately crouched beside his tiny companion. "Kid, you can't be serious. That's a First Order cadet."

"No!" the child -- he sounded like a preschooler -- argued, pinning his ears back, "No no no! Das Finn! Fee fi fo fay finnnnn!"

"Grogu, this better be a Force thing. There is absolutely no other reason for you to know a Junior Stormtrooper's name."

"Um." FN flinched as the two turned to look at him. "I don't...know who Finn is. But...can you help me?"

Mandalorians and the First Order hated each other, right? The tugging at FN's soul seemed to be pointing straight to the man in beskar and the little green guy in makeshift armor. They had to be able to help him! They were sabotaging the bridge, for crying out loud!

"We have a job to do," the Mandalorian said bluntly.

"I- I can help!" FN said impulsively. "Just please, take me with you! I need a way off this planet!"

The Mandalorian tilted his helmet slightly, and FN sensed that he was being stared at again. After a three second eternity, the armored man nodded.

"Hand me those charges. Grogu will keep you from falling. If you try to double-cross us, it won't end well for you."

The wave of relief that hit FN almost brought him to tears. "You won't regret it!" he stammered, "I promise!"

A little uncomfortable, the Mandalorian patted his shoulder. "Uh...okay, kid. Let's just finish up so we can get out of here."

The First Order enforcers were about to be in for a rude surprise.