Oh, just thinking about musician!Levi playing lead guitar for a rock band that's just starting to hit it big. He's not showy - he'd much rather the lead singer take all the attention while he lets his skills on the guitar speak for him. But it doesn't matter, because the women always flock to the front of the stage to stand in front of him anyway. They scream his name, reach their hands out to try and touch the hem or his pants or his boots; they might even try to steal his half-drunk bottle of beer he leaves next to the monitor. But he never even slides an eye down their way. When girls make it backstage to flirt with the bands, he prefers to keep to himself, slumped in a ratty armchair, scrolling through his phone. The fan gossip is that he's just shy and serious, that he's all about the music, not the partying, which is partly true.
Only those who have followed the band from the beginning really know about you. But you're here tonight, standing offstage as the band plays their first big event back in their hometown. They finish the set and run off stage as chants of "encore" fill the space. He makes a beeline directly to you, handing his guitar over to his techie and then pulling you into a kiss. Those standing against the stage see it and start murmuring amongst each other. "Who is that?" "Who's that he's kissing?" "IS HE WITH SOMEONE?"
When they finish playing their encore, he's off again, putting an arm around you and taking you straight to the dressing room. He props a chair against the door handle so no one can get in, and then he's pushing you against the wall, his hands already tearing at your blouse. You smile against his lips. "Can't even take me to a nice hotel first?" He shakes his head. "It's been too long...I need you right now." He fucks you against the thin wall of the dressing room and neither of you try to muffle the screams and moans that come out of your mouths.
After that night, there's no doubt in any fan's mind that Levi is in a serious relationship.
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The strong kindhearted brunettes with some unmatched cooking skills.
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was it casual when you pulled me out of a fear domain that stripped me of my identity and took me in?
was it casual that I joined a cult to worship you as a prophet for saving us?
was it casual when I fell into another universe and you were the first person I looked for?
was it casual when you agreed to look after my son, no questions asked?
was it casual when I continued to see you as a saviour, even after knowing you as a person?
was it casual? was it casual??????
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Day 3 of our sailing voyage, somewhere off the coast of Long Island— I had a little friend with me at the helm. He stayed on our mainsail boom long enough to dry his feathers, and then flew off to wherever he was going.
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Remember that Rescue Bots episode when HighTide got a Plesiosaur mode, and fought a giant mechanical squid? Yeah me too. Wasn’t his design so cool.
(This piece is also from a few weeks back) Where’s all the HighTide fans at we could all sit on a patch of fresh grass and have snacks together
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Levi wasn’t a cuddler in bed.
To him, it just didn’t make sense. Somebody’s arm is always gonna be in a weird position, it gets hot, and then…you look like an asshole if you move away. Plus, he always liked sleeping while facing outward, and always closest to the door. An old habit from The Underground he just couldn’t break.
It seemed pointless.
Until he met you.
The first time he felt your arm slide around his torso, it startled him, his body tensing. And then slowly, your body inched closer until your face was buried between his shoulder blades. He wasn’t sure if you were asleep or awake, but he stayed still as you legs then tucked neatly inside his.
You took a deep breath and he felt himself take one with you, your heart lightly beating against his back and your breath against his bare skin. He closed his eyes, feeling your body heat wrap around him like a blanket. And then his arm, tucked neatly underneath him, reached around to touch yours, pulling you even closer to him.
Now, he can’t imagine sleeping any other way.
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honestly i wish the only way for magical girls to get respect wasn't for them to be as close to shonen as possible.
"unlike other magical girls, precure has hand to hand combat! its dbz for girls!"
"i know princess tutu's name is stupid but its actually not girly at all!"
"sailor moon isn't ACTUALLY for little girls because [insert scene of characters suffering or creepy stuff from the manga here]"
"madoka is better than other magical girls because its DARK"
like do magical girls really needs to be dbz but girly to be worthy of respect? can't they just be... magical girl shows? a show can be unapologetically girly and aimed at girls and still be worth checking out. yes, princess tutu is girly. yes, sailor moon is girly. yes, precure is girly. yes, madoka, despite being a seinen and darker, ultimately upholds the messages of the genre. and they're all awesome and deserve respect on their own merits, not as a comparison to popular shonen shows.
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