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laurainthemiddleeast · 1 year

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Petra

Petra was the whole reason Joelle and I planned this trip. We’ve both had it at the top of our bucket lists, and it did not disappoint. We went and visited all 3 days. The first time, we went to see Petra was at night. The road down to the treasury (the most iconic/famous building) is through the Siq, a canyon of towering rock cliffs. It’s about 2km long and was lit up by paper lanterns. When you get to the end, the treasury comes into view only in the last 10-20m, and it’s beautiful. The treasury was again lit up with candles. We sat on carpets and had Bedouin tea while we listened to traditional music played on the Shabbaba, a piece of metal pipe played as a flute, and a rababa, a fiddle with a single string. There were tons of cats/dogs around, which is fairly standard; we’re used to it now. The Bedouins called all of the dogs “whiskey” because “I love whiskey”. Add that to the looks (below) and it was a real to Jack Sparrow vibe.

The next morning, we woke up super early to try to get to Petra without any crowds. I read that we needed to be there when the park opened at 0630, but failed to realize that sunrise is not until 7-730. Poor Joelle was not impressed at all when we realized that unfortunately, although we were the first ones there, we couldn’t see anything without the lanterns 😂. We went and had coffee/breakfast and then re-started. The walk down the Siq was even more beautiful in the daylight, and the view of Petra’s treasury without any crowds was unbelievable. Petra is carved into the sandstone rock face, set in relief so that is is protected from rain and wind. It was carved by hand with chisels, from top to bottom. You can see footfalls carved into the rock on either side. You can also see the chisel marks, which give it a rough appearance like corrugated cardboard in some parts. Others, that look more smooth, were covered in plaster after to cover mistakes, increase durability, and make them aesthetically more pleasing. The treasury is actually a tomb, and only called the “treasury” because the locals believed there was gold inside somewhere. The urn carved on the very top looks quite eroded, and if you look closely you can see bullet holes. This is because locals shot at it repeatedly, trying to see if there were good coins inside. Petra was built by the Nabitheans, an ancient group in this area. Some aspects look Green or Roman, like the Corinthian Columns. However, they were Nabitheans who had hired people from Rome to come advise. You can tell because the top of the columns contain middle eastern items, like pomegranates, not just acanthus leaves.

The view from the bottom was gorgeous, but there are several bigger viewpoints only accessible with a local Bedouin guide. The Bedouins are a nomadic indigenous group who still actively lived in Petra until 1985 when the site was declared a UNESCO world heritage site. They were asked/forced to leave at that time. About half of them asked the government to build them a new town (still within the archaeological park, but about 15 min by donkey from the main area of the ruins), and the other half still live rustically in the caves in the hillside. The half that live in the town wear modern clothes and have modern haircuts. The group that live in the caves wear thick kohl eyeliner, have long hair tied back with hair scarves, and wear long coats/dresses. Honestly, the aesthetic looks similar to Captain Jack Sparrow.

One of the Bedouins, Naev, agreed to take us to the top. I expected a small staircase carved into the rock. It was actually more like rock climbing, which is not a forte of mine. Also, I’m pretty afraid of heights. My feet are cramping just thinking about it. Joelle was in jeans. Nevertheless, totally unprepared we scrambled up this cliff to a viewpoint well above the treasury. It was freezing cold, 2 degrees, and we were glad to see they had a tent with a fire and hot tea. The Bedouins traditionally live in portable tents made of black fabric. The fabric is woven from goat hair and is naturally water-repellant. I’m surprised they all don’t have COPD from constantly sitting in an enclosed space with an open fireplace (and the chain smoking I suppose). But there is a fire 100% of the time, and every time we encountered any Bedouin, we were immediately offered tea (at no cost, just out of politeness and generosity). Bedouin tea is black tea served with an astounding amount of sugar and sometimes herbs. Our favourite had mint, cinnamon, and sage. They serve it in tiny cups so that it doesn’t get cold while you’re drinking it. Apparently, it was an old tradition that when you received a guest, even if they were unknown to you, you had to provide them with food and drinks for 3 and 1/3 days before it was even acceptable to ask questions like “what is your name?” and “why are you here?”

After warming up with tea and admiring the views, Naev asked us if we wanted to continue on a hike to a different view. Again, we did not plan on a hike, but figured we might as well. He said it would be 2h. Spoiler alert - it was 6 hours and also mostly what I would call rock climbing. There were no steps save worn down areas in the rocks at parts, and I used my hands so much they were scraped. I fell at least 20 times while Joelle gracefully leapt up and over boulders in her jeans. However, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. It was absolutely gorgeous, and the people we met along the way were lovely. They were all Bedouins, and seemed to somehow be related to our guide. As is customary, they would immediately ask us where we’re from, say “Welcome to Jordan” and then offer us tea and snacks around a fire. I don’t think any single person didn’t give us some gift. Yea, coffee, pomegranates, pita and labneh, apples, necklaces, a bag, you name it. They are such kind people.

Our guide was saying the recent rains had washed some of the dirt/dust away which always uncovers new artifacts. He actually found two old coins in the dirt while we were hiking and gave them to us! I also bought a few from a Bedouin woman selling them. It seems absolutely wild to me that I now own a handful of ancient Roman/Nabithean coins thousands of years old.

He also took us through some of the “caves” (ancient tombs) that the locals still live in. Although they were banished in 1985, many of them still actually still live in and sleep in the ruins (with their goats/sheep/donkeys). They live very minimalist lives with very few possessions. Most of the inhabited “caves” had nothing in them except a small bag of clothes and a mattress. Our guide said he has slept in the treasury before, but had terrible nightmares. He vowed to never sleep there again, but got drunk and passed out and the same thing happened again! He also took us behind the gates (after walking across a sketchy steep mountainside) to sit in the Roman Amphitheatre. We were definitely not supposed to be there, so we had to duck down, but it was incredible.

Our “10 minute hike” that turned into 6 hours was amazing, but we were exhausted. We had to hurry back to the car though to get to our cooking class! An absolutely lovely woman named Amenah welcomed us into her home in the afternoon. She served us traditional Jordanian coffee (coffee made with cardamom) and dates - which were delicious. It is tradition that the person serving the coffee drinks first (to check the taste and temperature, and also to prove it’s not poisoned), then his/her parents, then everybody else. It is also served in small 1-2oz glasses like the tea. After that, she took us shopping for ingredients. We visited a fruit market, a chicken shop, and a meat shop (which is not the same as where you buy chicken). We watched this man butcher most of a goat, and it looked like a ton of work. He was sweating by the end of it. Joelle and I requested a stop at a bakery where we bought “a kilo of cookies” (which are mostly gone now). Amenah made me laugh. There was a line in the fruit market, and when we were leaving, she just picked up some dates, glanced at the line, and then said “I’m not paying for these” and left. She said she’d “pay next time”.

Amenah has 10 brothers and 3 sisters, and one of them is a doctor in town. She found out we worked in the hospital and took us by his clinic for a tour. It was really cool. He has a GP’s office, which is better equipped Athabaskan any clinic in Canada. They had monitors, IV’a, oxygen, you name it. Again, with flawless and over-the-top hospitality, the doctor offered us both juice that I’m 99% sure was from his own lunch.

Back at the house we started cooking. And by we, I mean Amenah, her neighbour Nour, her daughter Ayah, and her housekeeper Fatima. Joelle and I were pretty useless. Amenah told us that they “have Egyptians for heavy or strong work, like North Americans have Mexicans” 😳. We made a soup with vegetables, yogurt, and goat; a dish with rice, chicken, potatoes, carrots, and spices called Mendhi, and fresh salad. Amenah also made these pastries stuffed with goat cheese and olives and this dessert that reminded me of tres leches. It was cake mixed with a cream made of cheese, whipping cream, and sugar. The Mendhi is traditionally baked in the ground outside, but the ground was too wet, so we cooked in the oven, and she added some pieces of hot charcoal with olive oil to give the earthy taste. One of my favourite things we ate was this homemade guava jam with tahini. She said she normally eats it for breakfast but we wanted to try it! It sounds like a weird combo, but it was delicious.

After dessert, Amenah showed us home videos of her son’s wedding festivities. It was beautiful, and so touching to see how proud she was of her family. It was such a nice evening, and even though we are halfway across the world, it felt oddly familiar and just like home. To be sitting in the living room with a family watching old videos, singing, laughing, and of course, eating snacks. I’m so glad we met her and her family.

The next morning Joelle and I relatively slept in (until 0900). We had planned to hike in the back route to Petra, but our guide had to cancel the night before. We went in the front gate instead and hired a guide from

The visitor’s centre to take us to the Monastery. I got locked in a bathroom at one point and somebody came to help. I guess they could tell from my accent that I was not Jordanian. And even before addressing the fact that I was stuck, they asked me “where are you from? Welcome to Jordan” 😂.

I felt like we had a real authentic experience the day before, but this guide gave us more textbook history/explanations. He was also Bedouin, but from the town. It was interesting to see that same sights at a different time of day. The colours change depending on how the light hits the stone. We, of course, spent some time looking at the treasury, then explored the street of facades and royal tombs area. The interior of the caves are beautiful as well. They almost look painted, but it is just natural variations in the colours of the sandstone. The ceilings are often black from the soot of the fires people light inside when they are staying there. There was this feathered looking pattern in the rocks that we thought might be a fossil of a plant, but they are actually lichtenburg figures from the rock being struck by lightning!

After that, we hiked up to the monastery. You pass by some buildings that are freestanding (not carved into the rock). You can see they have a strip of wood running through it mid way up. This is apparently to give the structure some flexibility in case of earthquakes! It’s a good hike, about 1000 steps and directly vertical for the most part. The locals offer camels and donkeys to take you around/up if you want, but you couldn’t pay me enough to trust a donkey on those steep stairs. There are women/children who have tents selling souvenirs and drinks on the way up, and their sales tactics made me laugh. I think every single hour of the day is “happy hour”. I nearly died on the way up, but it was beautiful at the top. The Monastery is a room for funerals, not a monastery. This was another name given by locals. It’s bigger but less ornate. The columns are traditional Nabithean, not Corinthian.

We felt we needed/deserved a snack after that hike. This place at the top was selling mixed orange and pomegranate juice and this chicken shawarma that was actually delicious. After a snack, we looked around, took some photos, and then headed back down. Our guide knew all the photo ops, and was actually a pretty decent photographer. He even shoved a donkey out of the way for a pic, which was pretty risky in my opinion.

After another 7 hour day in Petra, we headed for a drink in a “cave bar” just outside the Petra gates, and picked out some souvenirs. Joelle is much better at haggling than I am. one of the men smiled at her and said “every man wants a woman like that for a wife” 😂

Dinner on the way out of Petra was at a local restaurant Amenah recommended. It was delicious! We had tabouleh, hummus, freshly baked pita, halloumi, samboussek, and knafeh (cheese topped with puff pastry soaked in rosewater syrup and pistachios) for dessert. Delicious - but we both ate to the point of feeling ill yet again. Probably unsurprising to anybody that knows us.

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biglisbonnews · 1 year

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Inside Kim Petras' Big 'Saturday Night Live' Debut Kim Petras is wiping away tears, careful as to not smudge her snow-white eyeshadow. Hours prior, she performed her No. 1 hit “Unholy” on Saturday Night Live with fellow queer musician Sam Smith — and now, she’s coming off the immediate high of an intimate moment with the Queen of Pop herself, Madonna. These two back-to-back experiences would be overwhelming for anyone, but they hold special significance to Petras, who’s had her sights set on mainstream success since releasing her first single “I Don’t Want It At All” back in 2017. Clearly, she’s doing something right.Related | Madonna Is the Wildest Party FavorThat day, Petras shared her latest track, “Brrr,” a darker electronic follow-up to “If Jesus Was a Rockstar,” which she dropped at the tail end of 2022. With pounding, icy production that many fans are comparing to Petras’ late friend and former collaborator SOPHIE, “Brrr” is relentless and ominous, as she sings about “knowing what you want and finding someone who isn’t intimidated by you that will come closer and show you how cool they are,” she tells PAPER.At the SNL after party, show guests and their plus-ones crowd into the back of Manhattan’s Rosa Mexicano, sipping margaritas and gushing over Sharon Stone’s iconic surprise cameo during a dramatic performance of Smith’s song “Gloria.” Smith towers over the crowd in a pair of impossibly high platforms and asks how late Flaming Saddles Saloon is open until (4 AM), joined by their new boyfriend, fashion designer Christian Cowan. Elsewhere, there’s skate legend Tony Hawk and host Aubrey Plaza, wearing a Megadeth t-shirt and bottle-blonde hair.Suddenly, Petras and her cohort — creative director, glam team, managers — all excitedly make their way toward the front of the restaurant, moving as one pack. What’s going on? “Madonna’s here,” sitting casually in a booth with photographer Ricardo Gomes, fresh off the announcement of her global tour. Petras’ interaction with Madonna appropriately draws a small crowd, as radio’s newest disruptor chats with the woman who made it possible for something like the Slut Pop EP to exist. Petras references Confessions on a Dancefloor and divulges that it made her feel less alone listening to it at home in Germany as a teenager.With a solo spot on Late Night With Seth Meyers lined up for Monday night, Petras decides to end things early and piles into a Sprinter van after signing a few autographs and posing for paparazzi outside the venue. The ride home is a Madonna singalong with everyone shouting lyrics of “Back That Up to the Beat,” the 2015 Rebel Heart demo that’s been rereleased after going viral on TikTok. “I’ve been drinking Krug Rosé and sometimes lemon drops,” Petras repeats, carrying that one soundbite from the van to her hotel room before removing her wig and saying “goodnight.” As quickly as she appeared underneath Smith’s gown earlier on SNL, Petras disappears, pet Pomeranian in-hand.Tune into Late Night With Seth Meyers at 12:35/11:35 C.Photos courtesy of Kim Petras https://www.papermag.com/kim-petras-saturday-night-live-2659297625.html

#Kim petras #Snl #Madonna #Saturday night live #Sam smith #Aubrey plaza #Tony hawk #Sharon stone #Tv #Film #Nyc #New york #Pop #New york city #Trans #Transgender #Pop music #Justin Moran #PAPER

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vindictar · 5 years

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the smallest rat......

#look at how tiny he looks next to petra im adskjhafdl #small.....#soft...#( ooc tag. )#iconing shenanigans

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heart-suguru · 2 years

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chastity - ceo levi x fem!reader

tags: submissive and breedable levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk, sex toys, public-ish sex

word count: 4.1k

a/n: this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The click click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?�� He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

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asterroidd · 3 years

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tempt fortune

↬ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

↬ Word count: 4.5k

↬ Warning/s: swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol, slight NSFW (?)

↬ Synopsis: Too deep in an argument with Hange in attempts to prove you are—in fact—not a virgin, you’ve accidentally lied blurted out that you and Levi are in a relationship.

↬ Notes: Tysm for the request anon! I had way too much fun with this prompt lol.

↬ Minors do not interact. Go away, shoo shoo!

8th prompt: “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

The night was murky and dark with only the shine of the moon serving as a way to illuminate the streets of the city. Trees stripped bare as a sign of the forthcoming change of seasons, and a milky white fog had encompassed the city’s canals and dark alleyways. The crisp, cold air makes the hair on your skin stood up and shiver despite the layers of clothing you wore.

Though, that feeling will dissipate away as soon as the bitter taste of alcohol hits your taste buds and enter your system.

Earlier that day, Hange and Petra had invited you to a night out to the local pub to wash away the fears and tension of being soldiers of the Survey Corps. A guilty pleasure of some sort, just a way to rid the jitters of being eaten by a titan outside the walls. Despite the three of you being veterans, neither of you could ever shake the feeling of death’s cold hands resting on top of your shoulder.

That said, two of your best friends walked alongside you. Arms hooked with one another for warmth and for comfort. Soon enough, the three of you arrived at the destined place: the pub.

There are a couple of tables already taken, but the place is not too full. Even with that, the pub is still quite energetic; with men hollering and throwing their heads back as they chat with one another, weak threats that are carelessly thrown around by drunk individuals looking for a mock fight, and of course the iconic clink of glasses against one another as toast.

“What are we drinking tonight?” Petra asked. She claimed a seat at an empty table, in which you and Hanji followed suit.

“Whiskey!” Hange announced to which brought a grin on your face.

"Getting wasted, I see.“ You shrugged your jacket off and placed it neatly by your side. "Isn’t it Petra’s turn to treat us?”

The female in question instantly whipped her head to face you, a shocked look evident on her face. “I don’t recall making such promises.”

"You sure did!“ Hanji added. "We made a bet weeks ago. Debating whether or not Erwin grooms his eyebrows every morning.”

"In which we won, by the way.“ you said with a smug look on your face. "The commander does indeed groom it and even has a special comb for it.”

“Not fair!” Petra pouted, pushing her bottom lip out and giving Hange the puppy dog eyes in attempts to save her poor wallet. Which was futile, the brunette stuck her tongue out and shook her head. While Petra and Hange continued with their debacle, you took it upon yourself to call the attention of a barmaid. She gave you a beaming smile, her golden locks neatly tied into a bun and crow’s feet visible beneath her eyes. She approached the table wherein the three of you are situated.

“Two bottles of whiskey and three mugs please,” you spoke, not even bothering to wait for her to speak up. She nodded before strolling towards the counter to prepare your order.

Petra slumped her weight onto the table as she heaved a sigh in defeat. “Fine. It’s my treat tonight.”

You and Hange cheered in delight, successfully evading a huge loss of money given that whiskey is quite expensive. The continuous catastrophic storms that beleaguered the farmlands had made an extensive disastrous effect on the supply of barley and wheat. Which, like a domino effect, limits the supply of whiskey within the walls. Increasing the price of the said beverage more than two-fold.

It was a good thing that you put faith in your instincts and thus won the bet.

“How’s the research going, Hanji?” Petra changed the topic.

The brunette let out a drained sigh, “Levi had to kill Hughes.”

“Hughes?” You piped in. “The eight-meter class aberrant titan we caught last time?”

Hange nodded, “He was a good man. An honest man.” She spoke of the titan as if it was her long lost husband that died in a war.

Then, she started blabbering on and on about the experiments she had done to the beast; piercing its eye to count the regeneration time, plucking one of its teeth out to see if it would disintegrate, and many more.

You would’ve stopped her then and there if it weren’t for the barmaid approaching your table with a tray of glass and two bottles of whiskey. You internally cheered, Hange had told stories about Hughes a couple of times already that you basically had memorized it all.

The three of you wasted no time in popping one of the bottles and pouring the bitter liquid into the cups.

"To friendship. And condolences to Petra’s wallet.“ You raised your glass up to which the two mirrored. With one satisfying clink of the glass, you swallowed down its contents in one gulp. Your face contorting in an unattractive expression as the alcohol slid down your throat.

"I was planning to buy a book that I wanted. But it looks like it would have to wait for the time being,” Petra said, pouring another glass of whiskey.

"Pshh,“ your brunette friend snorted. "You have Oluo to buy anything you want.”

Instantly, blood rushed to Petra’s face upon hearing the male’s name.

You joined in the teasing. “Oh yeah. You two are a thing. Now, aren’t you?”

“We’re not!” your friend slammed her fists on the wooden table. “We’re just friends!”

“Oh really?” Hange swished the whiskey around the glass. “That’s not what I heard the other night.”

She leaned in close to whisper. “I heard moans coming out of his room.”

Petra sucked in a breath in shock, her eyes widening in shock and mouth slightly agape. “I- it’s not…it’s–” she said but she was a stuttering mess.

“Already in that stage, I see.” You playfully nudged her. It was an ongoing comical joke in the base that Oluo and Petra are in a romantic relationship after the male flat out publicly confessed to her one night in the mess hall. The room immediately erupted in a mess as howls and catcalls are heard. Ever since then, both of them are continuously teased.

“Say, (____)…” Hange trailed off, her fingers curling around the shot glass. Gulping the remaining liquid down her throat before continuing, “Are you a virgin?”

You let out an inhumane sound in shock. Borderline choking as you tried to swallow down the whiskey caught in your throat. Petra saw your discomfort in which she assisted you by lightly patting you on the back as you coughed air out.

“What kind of question is that?” you said after your body stopped jerking.

Hanji gave you a lop-sided smile. “Just that we are nearing our thirties. Who knows when we’ll breathe our final breath? The least we could do is experience getting laid before that happens.”

“Well, are you a virgin?” You answered with a question.

Hange rests her chin on top of her open palm. “Nope, though it was a one night stand.”

You sweat buckets, you never had someone popped your cherry before, let alone a serious relationship that is romantic.

Are you the only one left that hasn’t got laid?

But it’s not your fault! You were just too caught up with military services that love never crossed your mind

Or did it?

Your mind wanders off to daydream about the small and petty crush you have with a certain captain.

There is just something so captivating about the way his silver eyes met yours the first time you saw him. How his raven hair looks neat every time and you could only guess how soft it would be to touch. Not to mention his impeccable skill with the 3dmg maneuver gear and its blades.

Yes, it was none other than Captain Levi himself. But it was all just a petty crush! A small rosebud of admiration that had blossomed as you fought alongside the male and got to know him better each passing day.

“Well?” Hange snapped you out of your thoughts. “Have you or have you not gotten laid?”

You cleared your throat, you didn’t want to look foolish in front of your friends. Given that the two of them had their own fair share of experience in the topic. They would tease the hell out of you and soon enough, the whole base would do as well.

Lieutenant (____), the virgin soldier. You don’t want things to be that way.

“O-of course I did,” you puffed your chest out more to elicit fake confidence.

Petra cooed, “Really? With who?”

You thought of the closest male in your personal bubble. “Levi!”

To say that the two were shocked was an understatement. They were both flabbergasted. Never in a million years would they expect that you and Levi had a relationship, let alone sexual intercourse. The two, in fact, never saw him and you close enough that would draw out a romantic vibe. So they are completely blown away and confused at the same time.

“Bullshit,” Hange said. “Shorty is one lonely man that has no love in his system.”

“I-is too!” you stuttered out, hand flailing around in panic. “In fact, he is my fiancé.”

Okay, that might be a stretch.

Petra slammed her hands against the table to which garnered half of the customers’ attention. “Get out! No way!”

“Yes way!” You countered. So far so good, now all you had to do is convince them that you and Levi are actually a thing. Which was easier said than done since you would need to bribe or annoy the male enough that he would give in to your pleas.

Though, Hange is still unimpressed as evident with her pouting lips and furrowed eyebrows. “Prove it then, show us that the shorty and you are actually a thing. I would bet half of my salary this month if you could show us that Levi is capable of love.”

“Bring it on four-eyes!”

And so begins the downfall of your life.

Levi had a sick feeling in his gut; a hunch that for the next few hours, he would have a shitty day. However, he couldn’t say for sure what would cause such disturbance to his day. His gut feelings were never wrong, it was an innate sense that he had ever since he lived in the Underground. So he was sure something would happen, he’d have to be more careful.

That said, he instantly regretted the way he jinxed himself.

There you are, standing outside of his office at two in the morning. Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your shirt, constantly shifting your weight from one foot to another as you refuse to make eye contact with Levi. Bashful eyes kept staring down at your feet whilst you find the words to make one coherent sentence.

“I have something important to discuss with you,” you murmured to which Levi quirked a brow. What did you want now that it couldn’t wait until the sun rose up in the sky?

The male crossed his arms across his chest, leaning his weight on the doorway. “What is it?”

“Please pretend to be my lover.”

Levi blinked, his eyes widening and mouth hanging open slightly. Though, he regained back his usual composure in a split second. He narrowed his eyes at you.

You want him to do what now? Is this some kind of prank or sick joke that you thought of?

Taking note of his silence, you decided to explain to him your situation that needs his immediate cooperation and attention.

“You see…” you sucked in a breath. “I kind of lied to Hange and Petra that I got laid and it was you who actually took my virginity. Hange didn’t believe a word that I said and uhh-… Things got out of hand and I told them I was your fiancé.”

What?

Levi sighed through his nose, an exasperated expression on his face. “So this is what it’s all about.”

“Yes. And now I need you to play along and pretend to be my significant other.”

The male scrunched his face up in disgust, “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

You fought back a sob, “Please. I beg of you, Levi.”

“No.” Levi shook his head. “No way. Don’t drag me in your own bullshit.”

The male was about to close his door but you grabbed him by his sleeve. Clutching on it until your knuckles turned white. You couldn’t just let him shut you out without agreeing to play along. You’d do whatever it takes just to get Levi to pretend to be your lover.

"I’ll buy you the expensive black tea.“

His ears twitched, now that piqued Levi’s interest. You smirked as he froze, you knew that he has a soft spot for tea. And tasty, expensive ones at that matter.

Levi chewed on his bottom lip while he pondered over his next words. The male was supposed to be keeping his hands busy by signing and writing the documents that started to pile high up on top of his desk due to Hanji dumping her workload on him. Levi sighed through his nose, fingers massaging his temple. "How long?”

“What?” You tilted your head to the side.

“Tch.” Levi clicked his tongue. “How long do I need to pretend to be your lover?”

Levi swore that the minute he let go of those words, stars danced in your eyes.

"We just need to convince the others.“

"And then?” He asked.

"And then? What. . ?“

Levi internally groaned and rolled his eyes. Was it really worth the risk?

"Are you expecting that we keep the act up?”

Oh, so that is what he meant by it.

"Well,“ you rubbed your chin with your fingers in deep thought. "We could stop the acting after a few weeks? We’ll just tell them we’re too busy and shit that we couldn’t maintain the relationship anymore.”

Levi shrugged. “Sounds good enough to me.”

You squealed in delight as you threw your arms around his neck, showering him with gratitude and compliments.

Looks like black tea does the trick.

The sun already rose from its slumber, showering the lands with its soft rays of light. Levi had a scowl ever-present on his face as soon as he stepped out of his office room. He knew that something was wrong. Something out of place as he sensed the change in the atmosphere of the base that would normally be heavy and tense.

Still, he persisted on shrugging the thought off and continued with his daily morning routine: which is to quickly brew a cup of tea before the mess hall becomes full with people. Levi walked down the halls, a handful of soldiers are already awake and fully clothed with the Survey Corps uniform. They gave him one brief and firm salute as he passed by them. Though, Levi swore that he could hear them whispering amongst themselves.

When the male arrived at the mess hall, he was surprised to see most of the superiors—along with his squad—are mingling with one another at a table. His mind screamed danger, telling his body to turn around and hide in the comforts of his office. However, Levi wasn’t going to give up his morning cup of tea just because he felt uneasy.

He slid inside like a shadow, going unnoticed by most of his friends that was too energetic today for his tastes. They were chatting loudly about miniscule things; the weather, training later on the day, gear inspection that needs to be done, and the like.

Levi wished that he would be overlooked, that their banter would be noisy enough that he could peacefully grab a cup of tea and run back to his office. Though that wishful thinking of his soon come crashing down when Hange’s cheery voice called out to him.

“Mornin’ shorty! Come sit here beside us! We already have tea brewed for you!”

Levi internally groaned, gripping the empty cup in his hands tighter. The brunette just had to have an innate sense in locating where Levi is. Reluctantly, he left the porcelain behind and walked towards the table. You were nowhere to be found, which was a huge relief for him since Levi doesn’t want to see your face first thing in the morning.

“What’s with the shit-eating grin?” he took a seat beside Erwin.

“(____) told me something important last night,” Hange wiggled her shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes at her, “What do you mean?”

Levi heard Erwin laughing beside him, the blond’s shoulders bouncing up and down. He then placed one palm on top of Levi’s shoulder.

“Congratulations, Levi! Didn’t knew you were engaged.“

Hold the fuck up. What?

Then it dawned on him. He remembered you outside his office in the wee hours of the morning, begging him to play along with your petty bullshit just for the sake of preserving your dignity among your peers.

Levi couldn’t believe that he would start acting right away. He haven’t had a sip of his morning tea.

“Yeah,” he said, eyeing the cup of tea that Eld placed in front of him. Levi doubts that any of them could perfectly brew tea that would meet his standards.

“What?” Oluo joined in the conversation. “So it’s true then?”

Levi grumbled, taking a sip of the leaf infused hot liquid. He relished the dark and malty taste of it sliding down his esophagus before responding. “Any problem with that?”

The male shifted in his seat, “N-no, sir… Just that I am shocked.”

“We all are,” Erwin chuckled. “We never expected it.”

“You are a man of a few words, after all.” Petra added. “Still, we are happy for you, captain!”

Levi stayed silent, if he knew that by accepting your bribery would open Pandora’s box of headache and irritation in his life, then he wouldn’t have agreed to it. Still, he was hopeful that only those close to him are informed of the arrangement. That you wouldn’t go so far as to spread the news around the base.

Scratch that. Everyone knew that Levi is your fiancé.

By the time midday rolled around, Levi was the center of attention much to his displeasure. Of all the years he had served in the military, never did he expect that one small arrangement done at two a.m. would have dire consequences.

All for the black tea. Levi chanted in his mind. Dealing with this bullshit for a box full of expensive black tea.

Whispers could be heard, though he paid no attention to it, dead set on finding you to ask what in the ever-loving fuck is going through your brain for letting everyone know.

Ah, speak of the devil. There you are, by the horses’ stables. Your hands reaching up to caress the nose of your horse, a giggle escaping your lips as its tongue darted out to tickle you.

“(____),” he called out.

You whipped your head around to the sound. Then your smile grew wider as you saw it was Levi.

“Hey!” you replied while wiping your wet hand on a towel. “What’s up?”

The male groaned, you are too casual about it.

“Care to explain why does everyone in the base knew that we are engaged?” The word rolled off his tongue like venom. “I thought it was only Hanji and Petra?”

Your smile wavered down, replaced by a bashful one. “Well uhh-…you see. Hanji kind of started the rumors which quickly spread like wildfire.”

“So it’s not my fault,” you threw your hands up.

Levi sighed exasperatedly. He should’ve known that the source would be four eyes. The brunette had caused more trouble than Levi could count within his fingers. He recounted countless times where she knocked on death’s door willingly when Hange placed her head inside a titan’s mouth. Who does that?

A maniac with a death wish, and that is what Hange is.

“Never mind that,” you trailed off, motioning the male to come closer. He rolled his eyes before obliging. “I have a plan that could finally get Hange off the radar,” you continued.

“And that would be?”

You looked side by side, eyes scanning the surroundings in case someone is eavesdropping. Once you considered the coast was clear, you told Levi the plan. “Hanji would be dropping off a stack of paperwork later this evening.”

Levi doesn’t already like where this is going.

“We could pretend to have sex in your office, loud enough for her to hear it. That for sure would convince her.”

You wanted to do what now?

“Wait, hold on.” Levi shook his head, slowly trying to digest your words. “You want us to have sex?”

“We’re not really going to do it!” you slapped his shoulder blades. “Just create some noise and thuds here and there to make it seem like we are doing it.”

The male internally groaned before hesitantly agreeing with your plan. If it means that this stupid fabrication of a relationship would be done, he’d follow suit.

You could hear the loud pounding of your heart inside your ribcage as you sat on one of the chairs in Levi’s office. Patiently, waiting for the fated moment where Hange would be knocking on the door. Butterflies flew around in your stomach, you couldn’t believe that Levi would actually cooperate with the stupid plan you had just conjured up at a moment’s notice.

The thought of him moaning and grunting made your core burn with desire. As much as you want to calm yourself, you couldn’t help but stir up images and scenes in your mind as to how Levi would look like while having sex. You don’t know which was a better view: him on top of you or you riding him.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought. Why does he have to be so goddamn sexy that you couldn’t resist the man?

“Oi,” Levi called out to you. Though, his eyes never left the paper in his hands as he scanned it. “Quiet down will you? Your foot tapping against the floor irritates me.”

Oh, it was a mindless action of yours when you get too nervous. By bouncing your legs up and down, it helps you calm down and ignore the growing pit of anxiety in your stomach. Nonetheless, you mumbled a quick apology to the male then resorted to fumbling with the collars of your uniform.

Soon enough, you heard the soft humming of Hange outside, her footsteps increasing in sound as she draws near the door. You and Levi looked at each other, it was showtime.

You abruptly stood up, arms flailing around as you glanced between the male and the door. Wait, what do you need to do again? And why is Levi still sitting in his chair and not doing anything?

“Levaii!” Hange knocked. “I got more paperwork for you!”

The doorknob rattled, but you instantly had the metal in your grasp in attempts to keep the female out of the room.

“Huh…?” you could hear Hange utter. “Levi?”

In a panicked state, your mind blanked out as words fail to escape your lips. You shot a pleading look to Levi, to which he rose a brow.

Help me you bitch! You mouthed.

He shot you a confused look. It’s your plan, do it, the male mouthed back.

You gulped down your saliva, shaky hands gripping the doorknob tighter as the brunette jostle it. Time seemed to stop as you suddenly remember one hole in the plan. One important thing that you have overlooked that could potentially blow your cover.

You don’t know how to moan.

A soft whine emanated from your throat. The things you have to do just to preserve your dignity.

“DON’T COME IN! WE’RE uh-… WE’RE HAVING SEX!” you shouted on top of your lungs, too distressed to rethink your words all over again. But now it was too late.

“W-what?” Hange’s voice was muffled by the wooden door.

“Levi. Moan. Now.” You whispered, practically begging the male for his help.

“Why do I have to moan?” he stood up and made his way around the desk to approach you.

“JUST-… Just create one sexual sound! A grunt, a moan, a whine! I don’t care. Just make a sound.”

Levi shot you an irked expression, his nose crinkling up. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to moan (unlike a certain someone), but because he had the initial thought that you would be moaning and Levi would be just hitting the wooden desk over and over again to elicit sex noises. Still, he felt his heart strings being pulled as he looked at your eyes with tears threatening to fall out of them. Your tearducts filled to the brim with the salty liquid. Levi would be a good guy for once, right?

He would surely regret his future actions. Big time.

With a sigh, the male pulled you along with him to the couch. His hands guiding your hips to sit on top of his lap whilst he smashed his lips with yours. Air got caught in your throat as Levi’s hands roamed around—exploring every inch of your body—while his mouth moved in attempts to get yours to move also. You never expected that he would be pressing his lips against yours in a heated dance—a wet one at that matter. Levi’s tongue kept darting and swiping at your bottom lip, which was an oddly delightful sensation that it makes you want to—

“Hngghh…”

Moan.

Your hands curled up, clutching Levi’s shirt and wrinkling it up in the process. Pleasure clouded your mind as hormones took over your system. Testing the waters, you opened your mouth—just a slight—so that his pink muscle could enter your wet cavern. And heavens above, it was such a blissful experience.

Levi exhaled into the kiss to which the air slightly ticked your cheeks. He used one hand to bring your head closer to his so that he could taste more of you, while the other started peeling the jacket off of you, going just past your shoulder blades. A quiet moan slipped past your lips once again.

“Okay, I call bullshit. I am entering,” Hange announced, prying open the doors only to gasp loudly upon seeing the scene before her. “OH. YOU WERE SERIOUS?”

Levi broke away to glare at the brunette, “Tch. Do you mind? Four eyes?”

You are in such a daze that you find yourself staring at Levi’s lips. In that brief moment, you already missed the feeling of his mouth against yours.

The female blinked, too stunned as she stared at the both of you. One powerless lieutenant, with your first few buttons undone and jacket slipping down, sitting on Levi’s lap. Your lower area flush against the male’s ever-growing erection. Not to mention the bewildered expression that you have with a lewd undertone. Hange swore that she saw a string of saliva between yours and Levi’s lips.

“Ah yes. I’ll just place these here, no biggie. Hehe.” The brunette let out an awkward laugh, placing the stacks of paper in the corner of the room. “Have fun you two!”

That said, Hange left the room. Her steps were heavy against the cobblestone floor as she rushed away from the vicinity. A grin on her face as she thought of spreading the news that you and Levi are doing at the moment in his room. Not even minding that she lost the bet with you since you had proved to her that indeed the captain is capable of love. A juicy information such as this is worth half of her salary for the month.

Levi brought your attention to him by kissing you once again. This time, with more force as he pried your mouth open once again with his tongue alone. It was a slippery battle; one-sided, in fact, considering that you weren’t fighting back. You simply let him wrestle with your tongue, yours and his saliva mixing in the process.

Damn, you really couldn’t hold your moan in this time.

“Would you look at that?” Levi pulled away. “You know how to moan, after all.”

You swore, the tips of his lips curled upwards in a small smirk and there was a dark glint in his eyes.

“Wh-Wha—” you were a loss for words. “What did you—…What was that?”

“It’s a kiss, dumbass.”

“That’s not what I meant! Y-your tongue—”

He rose a brow at you. “What about it?”

You sealed your mouth shut, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. “Just… just don’t do that again.”

Levi kept a firm grip on your waist as you wriggled. “Shut up, you obviously liked it. You even opened your mouth.”

“Did not!”

“Then why did you moaned into the kiss?”

You suck in a breath, cat catching your tongue.

“Though so…” he murmured, diving into your neck to pepper it with light kisses. Head too filled with pleasure, you gripped his shirt in your closed fists as you let out one shaky breath. It takes all of your nerves just to swallow that one moan threatening to come out.

“Hng- Levi. You could stop now, Hange saw us already.”

He hummed, pulling back slightly to gaze into your eyes. There was a hint of lust hidden within his silver orbs. You gulped, finding yourself wrapped around his fingers.

“Why won’t we make your lie come true?” Levi sunk his teeth in your neck.

Guess who is getting laid tonight.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #levi #levi x reader #captain levi #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #reader insert #asters fics

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maskedninja · 3 years

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deja vu (levi ackerman) — 619 words

✿ summary: The feeling of deja vu you get when you start to see yourself in your ex's new relationship.

*(levi x gn!reader (past relationship), levi x petra.)

** Based on deja vu by Olivia Rodrigo

✿ genres, warnings: Angst (?), no tws besides poor writing and bad grammar lmao.

✿ notes: I haven't written any one-shots since I was 16 (now much older than that lol). I'm really obsessed with that new Olivia Rodrigo song and had a daydream about this little scenario, so here it is. I have never written anything from a gender-neutral perspective but I want to be as inclusive as I can if I'm going to be posting self-insert fanfiction, any comments on how I can improve are welcomed! hope you enjoy it.

*** levi icon by @/slkvenus on tumblr and art by Holly Warburton (@/holly-warbs)

That used to be their thing.

“Ours,” y/n thinks to themselves as they watch Levi pour a cup of the hot beverage into Petra’s cup from the half-open door of the dining hall. Petra takes a small sip of the steaming drink and scrunches her nose in something that y/n can only make out to be disgust. “It’s so bitter,” she whispers in between sweet giggles. A sound so sweet and intimate; it almost made y/n nauseous.

“Tch, you will get used to it,” Levi replied. His usual monotone tone, accompanied with a hint of something else.

Something that y/n knew all too well.

They could almost laugh at the irony of that moment.

Only a few years before, it had been them pouring Levi a cup of tea. It had been him complaining about the bitter taste.

Unknowing to Levi at the time, it would become his most characteristic habits. One that would replace the heavy drinking that had lead to so many regrettable decisions. One that he would share with others as a symbol of intimacy and comfort. One that would even come to save his life.

To y/n, it was yet another thing he had unsuspectingly stolen from them and given to someone else with no regard.

Within the last few months, y/n kept finding pieces of themselves scattered all over Petras’s life, resentfully aware that it had been Levi who had been leaving those remnants.

They saw her at what used to be y/n “secret hideout.” They have caught glimpses of Petra sneaking out from the Capitan’s office late at night. Flushed-faced and bright-eyed, very reminiscent of another time in y/n’s life. They remembered seeing Petra reading their favorite book about two weeks ago. Y/n caught the light blush on Petra’s face when Hange asked her it at the dinner table.

“Oh, this? Capitan Levi, let me borrow it. He has great taste in literature!”

“I bet he does,” y/n snored almost intuitively as they stuffed their mouth with the staled bread. Sure, it might have been better if they said nothing, but now that had they had, they didn’t particularly regret it. Y/n had shown him that book. Their favorite, to say the least. A book so sacred to them, it almost felt criminal to see other people indulge in the words they found so personal.

Petra looked up with wide, curious eyes at the comment, ignorant to the nights y/n and Levi had stayed up discussing even the most minuscule details of the piece she held in her hands.

“Say Petra; you must be really close to the Captain if he’s showing his books. Seems... so personal,” Y/N said between sips of their tea to try to change the focus from their offputting comment.

Petra’s face turned a deep shade of red that said more than anything she could say could. She must feel so special. To have knocked down the seemly impenetrable walls Levi surrounds himself with.

“I guess it’s easier than it seems,” y/n thought then, the scene enveloping in front of them only making that much more apparent.

The aroma of black tea permeating the dining hall. The pale light of the moonlight. The reflection of courtyard lights. y/n had lived this moment before, but back then, it had not been from the outside looking in.

It felt almost like deja vu. Except, it wasn’t quite right. This scene felt much more repulsive than the one that lived in her subconscious.

Y/n couldn’t help but wonder, does he feel deja vu when he is with her?

#fic-archive #aot #levi x y/n #levi aot #levi x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman #capitan levi #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x petra ral #levi x petra #levi headcanons #levi fanfiction #deja vu

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ackerfics · 3 years

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I’m amazed at your parent trap au and I love it so much like thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisss much! You’re amazing and you’re awesome and you’ve got awesome talent! I will lay down my life for the Ackerman twins! ⚔️

On some unrelated news, if you could please spare us some Altair Ackerman hcs too?

aaaaaa thank you so much !! this day has been hard for me because of our backlogs that just keep piling up, so reading this really made my day :<< the ackerman twins are too precious to be in any form of pain and i hate myself for writing slight angst for them hhhhhh

i shall be taking a quick break from finishing an activity from one of our subjects to make some altair ackerman hcs. i hope you enjoy !!

btw, here's my masterlist (for the ones who will be seeing this in the tags) if you want to check out the series.

i'm starting this list by saying that altair thought that being tough will always be the answer to any problem. even though levi occasionally reminded him that being soft for once won't change anything, little altair learned that by masking his feelings with the iconic ackerman 'resting bad bitch face', he can breeze by any problem in his life. this explains why kids in his class are too wary to interact with him.

i'd say that they're too intimidated by the unparalleled energy altair has. they're missing out, that's for sure.

altair has this somewhat little talent of picking up things quickly just by watching them. he learned fencing by seeing a movie his dad invited him to watch (levi was actually surprised when he saw altair doing perfect parries with a stick). he learned horseback riding while watching isabel interact with their horses (isabel was cheering for him as he rode her horse, with levi nearly having a heart attack when altair got thrown off because of the trail's bumps). in summary, altair is really a genius.

i rest my case, the twins are geniuses.

his appetite is unmatched. petra had to give him two servings of everything because in the words of altair, "he is a growing boy and that he will be taller than his dad in the future." cue levi confiscating his nintendos and gaming consoles.

there wasn't a day that altair never plays pokemon. pokemon is his lifeblood. it started when levi gave him a nintendo as both a christmas and birthday present and suddenly, the boy never stops. every pokemon is ingrained in his brain, in fact, he has multiple posters in his room of every version of the game and series. his favorite starter pokemon is charmander or any fire-type, he is a sucker for those. okay, altair once got lost in the neighboring forest of the plantation because he saw a pikachu pointing in that direction while trying out pokemon go.

that was the first time mikasa lost her composure. she was supposed to be watching him for the day.

altair only smiled when he was found because he captured the pikachu. but was it worth levi's nagging? definitely not. that man can make a long-enough speech that nearly (note: nearly) stopped altair from playing pokemon.

"are you even listening, al?" "yeah, dad, but do you think I can find a squirtle here?" cue levi aggravatedly sipping his tea.

yeah, altair is basically one of the reasons why stress is a frequent visitor in levi's life.

enough about altair being a little devil, this boy can be the sweetest little shit if he wants to.

when he was still a baby, levi would always let him lie down on his chest, humming as a way to keep baby altair asleep and undisturbed from the bustle of the plantation. every time altair woke up in that position, he would always lean up and nuzzle his face against levi's cheek, even reaching out a small hand to pat his dad's face. levi's smiles are permanent for the rest of the day, no matter how small they are, just because altair wanted his attention for the littlest of things.

altair gifted every woman on the plantation a single rose for valentine's and mother's day. in a way, every single one of them stood as a mother figure to him. every small thing they did to make him smile was enough for altair to appreciate their impact on his life.

levi nearly cried when altair asked for the same haircut as him. he kissed his son on the cheek without thinking much, resulting in altair being embarrassed because he saw petra laughing at the side with a camera.

levi and altair are inseparable, just the two of them against the world but he was desperate to have a complete family that he impulsively made the switch plan.

altair never hated you unlike how caelum had mixed feelings for levi. in fact, al really wanted to meet you. every night, that was what he always prayed for, for you to meet him and give him all the hugs and kisses he missed out on. the time he met you during his brilliant, show-stopping plan, he wanted to shed his tough guy exterior and cry in your arms all night.

he slept in your room his first night in london, listening to your voice with a rare smile as you told him stories from caelum's bookshelf. (note: you still don't know his identity. reading books to caelum is your nightly routine with the younger twin.)

in conclusion, this precious bean who has been strong his whole life is one of the softest kids to exist, matching his twin in every way possible.

#aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #levi ackerman #original ackerman character(s)#levi x reader #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman x reader #dad!levi #i love writing these that i didn't know it was too long hhHHHH #the parent trap au #modern au

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potato8peasant · 3 years

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In Too Deep CH.1

Joining the scouts was never your plan, just something you needed to do. Going through training and fighting your battles you ended up on the levi squad

*flashback

As the crowd gathered you looked frantically over the heads of the other citizens.

"Is he coming? Do you see him?!" Your niece questions excitedly.

"Not yet honey, I'm sure he'll be passing by soon"

You look up as you see fewer soldiers pass through the gates than expected. Worried, you hold your niece's hand tighter searching. Your eyes widen as you see the wagon full of wrapped corpse, sheets blood stained. You look around frantically not seeing your brothers face once the gate has closed.

Please. Shes too young to experience this.

As the crowd continues, happily smiling seeing there loved ones, some even yelling at the commander for answers.

If hes still here he will come home . He always comes home.

You head back to your brothers home holding Adaline tightly in your arms. Noticing nothing but the screaming of others until you finally make it. Eyes wide hoping, praying your brother is okay. You look down to your niece her confusion allowing you to soften your features and force a small smile.

"Y/N, Did you see dad? " only being seven unable to understand what is happening

"No hunny, I'm sure he'll be here soon though, just much to crowded for a little thing such as yourself "

you state patting her head as she releases a small giggle

"I'm almost eight now I'm not THAT small!" She says smiling

Before you can say anything else Tara, your brothers wife, comes through the kitchen doorway

"Adaline, hunny, mind heading to your room."

She let's out a small huff skipping out of view. Once she shut her door behind her Tara then speaks

"Did he come back? Did you see him?" Looking down the hall where Adaline vanished

"No" I state plainly

"I couldn't see him, I'm sure I just missed him he will be fine, Tara."

She looks down at the floor

"I guess we'll know soon ...won't we"

*end flashback *

"y/n!" You hear Petra yell from behind you.

You finally snap out of it and look back to her

"Your going too fast I almost cant keep up, dont go raising the captain's expectations " she says smiling at you

Petra, since you joined the captains squad, has been your closest companion. Treating you as if you were a sister the second you met. She was a breath of fresh air, being surrounded by mostly men in the group. As the two of you kept small talk continuing along with your drills she asked

"So if you dont mind my asking, what was that about it looked like you were in some sort of tra-"

"It was nothing I'm fine" you state

"Enough chit chat" you hear the captains voice boom across the yard nearly stopping in your tracks

"You two really want us to run ten more of these things! Quit slacking off because I sure as hell don't " Gunta yells ahead of you right behind Eld as Oluo fallows close behind

"I completely agree Gunta, you need to show drive when we fac-" Oluo was cut of from his speech

"Oluo shut it before I give you stable duty for the next week" captain Levi says with his iconic emotionless, well, everything

Petra let's out a small laugh as you continue on with your laps

Once finish you are all lined up

Eld

Petra

Oluo

Gunta

And finally, you

As the captain walks down the line he pairs each of them off leaving you with him

"Now before we get started we are going to be doing basic combat training, try to take the knife out of your opponent's hand without them taking you down first. As you are all aware."

You keep quiet as you get into position you holding the wooden dagger as the others pair off giving you and the captain distance. The two of you looking at each other with intent of figuring out each others moves. His eyes as emotionless as ever

Without hesitation he goes for your wrist with the chunk of wood being held.

Once he has ahold of you you twist your wrist away from his palm releasing you from his grip. You then go for his arm to pull him in. He let's a hint of suprise gloss over his eyes. Once you have his back facing you you go to place the false dagger against his neck but before you do you notice almost a smirk on his face

What the-

as he reaches back for both of your biceps and flips you over him. Landing on your back. Winded attempting to keep your breathing under control you hop off the ground.

Before you can get that last gasp of air you notice he took note of your attempt and succeeded. Grabbing you and pulling you into his front he plucks the dagger out of your hand and without a beat pressed it against your throat.

Breathing heavy as he held you in position you cant help but notice the slight increase in breathing coming from him as well sending a slight shiver down your spine.

This almost feels nice, being so close

He let's go of you abruptly. Once you turn around you meet his eyes.

"Good, but not good enough. Again."

As you continue sparring you cant help but have the feeling of the captains breath against your neck lingering in your head .

#first writing #aot #captain levi #levi angst #levi ackerman #attack on titan #x reader #levi x reader #fem reader #levi squad #levi smut #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

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lsobelevans · 3 years

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Horror tropes? In my Roswell, New mexico? It’s more likely than you think!

In this essay I will...

...be mentioning a few horror/thriller movies and while nothing explicitly gory or scary will be shown in this post, those movies definitely contain scenes and themes that can be disturbing/scary/triggering, do your researches if you’ve got doubts!

...be focusing on the Maria and Alex road-trip, from the moment the car breaks down to the last scene with Travis’ twin. I’m probably going to be led to briefly mention the other scenes that are intertwined with this arc (the echo date and the Planet 7 Kyle and Isobel scene, as well as the marlex car drive when I feel like it is relevant).

...be approaching specific themes that are used in the scenes that compose this little arc and also more general ones like sound, editing, cinematography and color.

... be reaching a lot. I do not think everything I will be mentioning is 100% thought-out and voluntary (although you never know). But I’m a firm believer that in filmmaking, yes even inside a CW show, the symbolism comes through subconsciously. So like, maybe they didn’t mean to use corn field as a mark for transition, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that this symbolism works with the story they’re telling and for the journey the characters are in that moment. Additionally, lighting, decor and costumes are always a choice, just like the camera doesn’t position itself randomly, someone’s behind and thinking of the composition of shots that, even if it’s in a basic way, has meaning.

... be starting chronologically but I’ll also make jumps backward and forward, grasping on themes when they come up. Ok, then, let’s dive in!

This episode references and uses a lot of the iconic mechanisms of the horror movie genre. Alex and Maria’s comfortable road trip atmosphere, open hearted conversation in the car, breaks at the same time as the car itself breaks. The camera, steady so far, the shots following a well known pattern of shot/counter-shot, becomes more unpredictable and shakier and suddenly we’re out of the car, and bam, large shot.

From the moment they’re out of the car, you won’t be able to see the horizon. Maria and Alex are stuck in a corn field, and they’re stuck in the frame.

Then poof, Travis appears out of nowhere, accompanied with a pang of music, frightening us and them. Well, more exactly, it cuts on a shot that we’ve seen before without Travis, now with Travis, which gives us the appearing out of nowhere effect.

Alex says it best.

Well now they’re stuck with a strange guy with an axe, and in a corn field 😬

Hey, have you seen he’s got an axe??? or do you need a close-up???

Okay, this scene ends there. So, let’s take a break and talk about cornfields. There’s many examples of horror movies making use of a field of corn as a location, famously Children of the Corn (1984), Dark Night of the Scarecrow (1995) Signs (2002), that last one also involving, you guessed it, aliens.

Screenshots from the Signs trailer.

Corn fields are strongly associated with rurality, especially rural America. More largely, they can represent renewal, fertility or abundance. In the contrary, they can be seen as a very ominous location due to their immensity, a labyrinth in which you can’t see very far away and from which you’ll have trouble coming out.

Although I’m pretty sure Maria’s chase in the cornfield is more of a reference to The Shining (1980) it reminded me of one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite movies Tom à la ferme (2013), in which Tom is basically held hostage in rural Canada. The corn field chase is a turning point, the last of Tom's attempts to escape.

Cornfields apparently also often imply scarecrows, which are inherently scary in my opinion but we’ll talk about it more later.

The next scene takes place inside of Travis' cabin.

The lighting here is pretty low, the light coming from a few small sources, creating a lot of shadows. The main color is a greenish/yellow which can be associated with nature and earth, rurality, dirty, suffocating. If we look at it, the color scheme of the entire road trip is very much following this pattern of browns/yellows/greens because of the cornfield and the color of the characters costumes (the exception being Maria’s truck which is a bright red). In opposition, the scenes that are intertwined are either blue and orange for Max and Liz or a lot of pink/blues/purples for Isobel and Kyle in planet 7 (bi bi bi).

The cabin is messy, supposedly reflecting the state of the owner’s mind. We get a nice close-up on meat + a knife and all of the creepy skins on the walls. Also, it’s noticeable that from this moment on, the camera is shakier, we experience different angles too.

We are given many visual clues that something is wrong.

I’m gonna pass on the sound of the sound of the cow parodying a werewolf + the vampire diaries inside joke.

Btw, if the fact that Travis names his cows -- that he skins for a living -- like human women isn’t enough for you to think mmmm. we are in danger. Well, don’t worry. The cw spells it out for you!!

We know Alex! We got contextual clues!

Right after this, Alex and Maria make another direct reference to being in a horror movie situation.

ALEX: This is why I don’t like horror films. The gay guy always dies first.

MARIA: ????

ALEX: Or... second. Okay, that’s fair. That look, that’s fair.

I think this bit is interesting, because not only does it denounce an horror movie cliché (the black person of the cast dies first, the queer person is second) but also in this situation I believe it can be see as kind of a callout on the fandom’s behavior that i’m not gonna spell out for you but yeah. Fellow queer people, don’t forget you’re not the only one who is sometimes badly/unfairly represented.

Moving on. In the next scene, Alex is searching the cabin for clues, and we are also given some about Travis.

Either he has a twin brother or he’s got a framed picture of himself on his wall. Oh, and he’s military.

Then Travis startles Alex and plays a little bit of banjo, which is a good excuse to stop and talk about music. The show uses a lot of diegetic music aka music that is present in the universe of the story, that the characters can also hear. It justify the use of said music and it ties the audio with the picture.

The banjo already is heard at the very beginning of the arc during a cut from the planet 7 scene to the road trip scene. We get a few notes that indicate a change of scenery and that helps smooth up the transition, and I’m pretty sure it was also supposed to be diegetic music coming from Maria’s radio. The banjo, like the corn field, is super linked with rurality and rural America (again!)

Another reference of the banjo in horror/thriller would be Deliverance (1972).

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I can’t not think of this movie when I hear banjo unfortunately.

The way Travis plays, aggressively bad, and while singing I Think We’re Alone Now, is supposed to make you think about that scene in The Umbrella Academy be quite unsettling, another point for isolation horror.

So sweet of Travis to attack Alex with a guitar, and then a smol knife, and not with the axe <3.

Then we’ve got a traveling zoom-in (or equivalent I’m not sure it isn’t a steady-cam here but the effect is the same) on Maria. This kind of effect can feel a little bit over-the-top and dramatic, in a old genre movie kind of way. It is usually used to bring the audience in, make it feel like you’re evolving in the same universe as the characters (here you’re walking toward Maria). In a scene where you should feel scared, it can be a mean to make you feel more engaged, as well as underlining Maria’s expression, her fear. In my opinion, this is also a way to tell you that from now on, Maria is the main character of this arc, the one that you will be following after the commercial break (that occurs right after) and making it more suspenseful.

The scene after the break is the start of the corn-field chase. Travis steps out of the cabin, the cuts are faster, many close-shots, some even out of focus, that accelerate the rhythm, and a long fade-in of a new song: a modern, electronic song (Kim Petra’s Close You Eyes) completely in opposition with the acoustic banjo and with the atmosphere of the scene, which makes it strange and makes you think oh, what a weird choice! (at least it did for me lol). The lyrics, however, go very well with the scene.

I feel it coming on You've got nowhere to run There's no way you'll make it out alive

Yep.

We find out right after that the music is in fact diegetic but for Isobel and Kyle, it’s another use of music to ease a transition between 2 scenes that are different in every possible way.

Now, the corn-field chase. As I mentioned before, I believe it’s a direct reference to The Shining’s ending chase scene where Jack Torrance chases his son Danny through a vegetal labyrinth with an axe.

From the shots to the lighting (from behind or on the side, making the characters look like silhouettes) both scenes are very similar. Also, Travis is styled like Jack Nicholson ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Oh look, Michael’s here to save the day!

Oh well, guess not.

Yeah, in this scene, and like we’ve been shown before, Maria is going to be the one that saves everyone. The racist cliché of the black character dying first in a horror movie is reversed, Maria is the last one standing. The scarecrow (that looked conveniently a lot like Maria) is supposed to play in favor of the bad guy, it’s a scary element, creating confusion and unease, but here the character decides to basically take it into her own hands and bend the rules. This character says i’m not that archetype, and she’s going to be using the horror movie tools against itself.

Lastly, the final horror movie recurring theme that I’m going to talk about is the twin/the double.

Yes, twins is a spooky tool used in horror movie because their similarities make them unsettling, uncanny.

There’s also the idea that if one were to replace the other, you wouldn’t be able to tell. The impostor is a very scary concept that Roswell has also dealt with before.

I can’t be the only one that has been traumatized by that halloween special of the Simpsons where Bart has an evil twin...

It’s the last twist of the arc, there is a bad!Travis and a good!Travis. The bad one kept the other locked-up somewhere and had taken his place.

It’s particularly interesting for Roswell that has a history with twins/doppelgänger, and that since the original show. It is a clear instance of in-world foreshadowing here! (howdy)

My conclusion about all this is that the people who worked on 2x06 had a great time building the episode and it shows, while also making it enjoyable to watch and yeah, we love to see it!

#roswellmarchformeta2021 #rnmmarchformeta2021 #meta #or whatever this is ahah #tw violence #i'm so sorry i'm late for this ;___;#mine*

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