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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Deborah Kerr (Bonjour Tristesse, An Affair to Remember, The King and I)— For several decades she held the record for most Oscar nominations without a win (6 in total), and she was a prolific leading lady throughout the 40s and 50s. She's best known today for the romance An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant, and as the governess in The King and I. Many people have this erroneous perception of her as extremely prim, proper, and virginal, but this could not be further from the truth. When she first came to Hollywood under MGM she was typecast into boring decorative roles, but broke sexual boundaries for herself and Hollywood generally in From Here to Eternity, when she made out (horizontally!) with Burt Lancaster (on top of him!) in the famous Beach Scene. She went on to play many sexually conflicted women, a character type that would define most of her post- Eternity work. She continued to break Hays Code boundaries with Tea and Sympathy, which addresses homosexuality/homophobia head-on, and even did a topless scene in The Gypsy Moths 1969!! One of the only classic stars to do so. She deserves a more nuanced and frankly a hotter legacy than she currently has!!!

Ethel Merman (Anything Goes, Call Me Madam)— Possessed of a bold, brash voice, and an even bolder and brasher presence, Ethel Merman might be more well known for her stage roles, but she made several movies, and was bold and brash in them as well. Also I think if I don't submit her, she's going to come back and haunt me.

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Ethel Merman:

You've gotta love any woman who got typecast as lead-MILF

Deborah Kerr:

I think she was one of my first crushes before I realised I was bi in The King and I when I watched it as a kid honestly. The kissing scene in From Here to Eternity is iconic for a reason. Actually tried to learn the accents for the characters she was playing if they weren't English which is more than pretty much anyone else was doing then. Played very restrained characters who frequently seemed to be desperate not to be so restrained. Did horror movies without venturing into hagsploitation tropes. Gave Marni Nixon the credit she deserved for her share of the singing in The King and I.

Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.

Nominated for an Oscar six (6) times and never won, but besides her having actual talent (hot), and besides her looking Like That (very hot, also beautiful), she was always playing women who are, like, crazy repressed. Which makes it fun and easy for me to read these characters as queer. Icon!!!! You know what's hot? Playing ambiguously gay in vintage Hollywood.

Her face and talent and body, yes, ofc, duh. But also!!! Her HANDS!!!! I may be but a simple lesbian, but she is the best hactor (hand actor) that ever lived and that's HOT! For propriety's sake I feel I must redact a large portion of my commentary on this subject. Anyway. She's hot in her most famous roles (mentioned above), and also some of her sexiest hacting is on display in An Affair to Remember (her hand on the bannister when Cary Grant kisses her off-screen??? HELLO???), Tea and Sympathy (when she's trying to persuade Tom not to go out and she keeps flexing her hands like she wants to reach out to him but can't??? ALLY BEHAVIOR! WE STAN!), and The Innocents (which opens and closes with extended shots of her hands bc director Jack Clayton was also an ally and he did that for ME). Much of her appeal also lies in the fact that she often played deeply repressed characters and you know what's hot? When those uptight characters finally unravel. It's sexy. It's cathartic. It's erotic. Plus, she's beautiful to look at in both black & white and technicolor, and the more of her films you see, the more you can't help but fall in love!

Literally is in thee most famously sexy scene of all time (or maybe just during the hays code era which is what we're talking about HELLO), which is the beach scene with Burt Lancaster in from here to eternity. To quote a tumblr post of a screen capture of a tweet of a video of joy behar on the view: "y'know, there used to be movies where they were kissing on the beach... From Here to Eternity. They're kissing-- Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr are Kissing on the Beach and then the WAVES crash!! You know exactly what they did!"

She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS

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m-jelly · 7 months

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hey jelly! this is only my second time requesting so sorry if i made any mistakes or if it’s not understandable you can ignore this!

it can be a long or short fic (whatever you prefer) but can we get a knight! levi with princess! reader who is always teasing him, calling him a ‘good boy’ and etc, which gets levi always flustered/irritated, but they end up falling in love, trope she fell first and he fell harder with levi eventually becoming king and him and the queen live happily ever after?

you can totally ignore this if you don’t like the idea!

@ladycheesington <3

Dear, sweet knight

Levi x fem!reader

Royal au, flustered Levi, knight Levi, princess reader, fluff, romance, teasing, playful, flirting.

You fell for Levi when you first met him a few months ago. You wanted him to love you with just as much passion. While you tease Levi and try to get his attention, he falls very hard for you and decides to act on his love for you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Levi's cheeks burned pink as the other knights chuckled at your flirting and teasing. He stormed over to you as you smirked at him. "Listen here, you brat."

You leaned your cheek on your hand and tilted your head. "Your Highness."

He growled a little and spat the words out. "Your Highness."

You giggled. "Yes?"

"If you don't stop with this teasing I will tie you up and gag you."

You gasped in delight. "That a promise?"

Levi went bright red as he thought about you tied up. "You..."

You shifted in your seat and reached out to Levi. You played with the hilt of his sword. "Such a big thick sword you have." You looked up at him. "You're incredible at using it."

Levi gripped the back of your chair and your chin. He leaned closer to your face. The smell of leather and lavender filled your senses. "I have a talent for it. I'm happy to show you first hand."

You squeaked a bit as rude images filled your mind. It was a shock to hear Levi speak this way, you loved it. You tried to turn your head away, but he had a firm grip. So, you lowered your gaze. "Levi."

Seeing you all shy and submissive was fun to Levi. He smirked. "This is a good look on you, being all shy and flustered."

You pouted a moment. "It looks better on you."

He pulled back and hummed a laugh. "Still being able to bite back, huh?"

You looked up at him. "Yes."

He folded his arms. "Why do you tease me so much?"

You played with your dress. "Because I like you."

He felt his heart skip a beat. "Mm...I...you..."

You stood up and pulled a ribbon off your dress and tied it to Levi's sword. "Now, go fight the other knights like a good boy."

Levi blushed. "Good..." He groaned. "Every time you say that..."

You giggled before kissing his cheek. "Win for me."

"Yes, your Highness."

"Good boy."

You sat nicely for your maid as she combed your hair for you. It was late at night and she was getting you ready for bed. You turned your head when you heard Levi's deep voice. "Levi."

The maid pulled back and giggled. "Be careful on the balcony, your Highness."

You lifted up your long form-fitting night dress and ran onto your balcony. The night was slightly cold due to winter on its way. You leaned on the bannister and looked down at Levi talking to a knight in training. You removed your shawl and dropped it down.

The shawl slowly fluttered and danced in the wind. A smile spread on your lips when Levi raised his head at caught your shawl. Your heart fluttered in your chest when he brought it to his face and inhaled your scent.

He released a long sigh. "Continue patrols without me."

The knight in training bowed. "Yes, Captain."

Levi tied your shawl around his arm before turning to look up at you. "Are you demanding my attention again?"

You hummed a laugh. "Maybe."

He smiled as he took in your beauty in the moonlight. "Very well, your Highness. You have my attention." He walked towards the wall. "I will be with you soon."

You leaned your cheek on your hand and hummed a little song as Levi climbed up. "I'm impressed, Levi." You gasped as Levi's face appeared right in front of yours. Your heart fluttered. "Le-Levi."

He hummed. "I was right."

You pulled back a bit. "Right?"

He climbed over and stood in front of you. "Yes. You are enchanting and beautiful."

You turned and tried to get away. "I should rest."

Levi wrapped an arm around your waist. He spoke against your ear. "Where are you going? You wanted my attention."

You gripped his arm and hummed. "Levi."

"I have to ask. are your flirtatious ways with me..." He turned you in his arms. "Do you mean it, or am I just a fun toy?"

You gazed deep into his eyes to see he was pleading with you. There was a mixture of hope, pain and love. You gripped his armour. "Levi. I fell in love with you at first sight. All this teasing has been my terrible attempt to flirt. I am sorry if it made you uncomfortable. I will stop."

"I don't want you to stop." He crashed his lip against yours and kissed you with all the love in his heart. "Please continue. I adore you with everything in my heart. I've fallen so deeply in love with you. You are my life, my everything."

You gripped his armour and pulled him with you into your bedroom. "Stay with me."

He lifted you up. "I would love nothing more."

You smiled with pride as the last of the laws that you worked so hard on with Levi was passed. You bowed your head. "Thank you all. Meeting adjourned. I hope you enjoy our upcoming autumn festival." You slipped out of your chair and walked through the hall and outside. "Where's my husband?"

Your knight chuckled. "He is shopping for you. He said something about finding the right gift."

You released a long sigh. "Knowing him he'll get a carriage full of gifts." You giggled at the thought of Levi getting all excited about things for you. He was such a tough and hard man, but he was so soft when it came to you. "I want to see him..."

"I'll take you by carriage to him."

"Thank you." You took his hand and climbed inside. You gripped your dress as you travelled into the city. You longed for your husband. You smiled when you saw him in his royal clothes inside a jewellery shop. "Levi." You hurried out of the carriage and squealed in delight. "Leviiii!"

Levi turned in his royal robes and looked like the perfect King. He smiled brightly at seeing you. He called your name and hurried over to you. "My love!"

You jumped into his arms and held him tightly. "I missed you."

He showered your face in kisses. "I missed you too. I love you so much. I love you more than anything." He sighed. "You are so beautiful."

You giggled. "You've said that already today."

"I need to say it more." He covered your face in kisses. "How was the meeting?"

"Everything was passed, my wonderful and smart man. Thank you for helping me."

He squeezed you tightly. "It was all you. It's always a pleasure to work with you." He gasped and gripped your waist. "Does this mean you're done for the day? Are you all mine?"

You giggled. "Yes. I am all yours."

Levi lifted you up and ran with you to the carriage. "Yes!" He bundled you and himself into the carriage. He held you close and covered your face in kisses. "I love you."

You hummed a laugh. "I love you too."

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crvptidgf · 1 year

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Distracted (PART 2 of Truce)

Gilbert Blythe x Reader

[FLUFF]

Requested: Yes

Summary: After the truce between the reader and Gilbert, things start to feel tense and awkward between the two.

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Anne and Diana stood at the foot of your bed, giggling with eachother as they waited for you to finish getting dressed. They came over to help you get ready for your - as they called - study date with Gilbert.

You trudged into the room, face beet red at the fact that the two girls had been fantasizing about this day for ages.

"Oh, Y/N, you look magnificent," said Anne.

You smiled in appreciation.

"You don't think it's too much?" you asked.

Shaking her head vigorously she took your hand and led you to your mirror. She took your hair in her hands, pinning it back with a little bow.

Diana joined her to revel at your dress.

"He will not be able to take his eyes off of you," she said.

You whined turning to both of them.

"Don't make this a big deal! I'm only going there to study."

Anne and Diana gave eachother a look, grinning at eachother devilishly.

"Well after he sees you, maybe that'll change."

You playfully shove Anne back, widening your eyes at her statement. Not that she was necessarily wrong.

"Anne Shirley Cuthbert! Stop it."

Laughing at her antics you picked up your basket, stuffing your math books inside. Secretly you were hoping Gilbert would be impressed by your attire - not that you were dressing for him...

You walked back to the mirror, eyeing yourself over once more. The dress reached down to the bottom of your knees, with your autumn coat complimenting the colours perfectly.

Okay... maybe you had thought out your outfit a little too much.

Spinning around you grab your friends' hands, hoping their excitement would give you courage to leave the house and see Gilbert.

"I think I'm ready."

The girls shriek, jumping up and down. With one swift move they push you out of your bedroom door. Taking a deep breath you trail down the stairs, gripping onto the bannister for dear life. You prayed that this wouldn't be a mistake - what would you two even talk about?

Oh no...

Turning your head back, you tried to go back upstairs.

"No. You are going. Now," said Diana, grabbing your shoulders and bringing you to the front door.

With one last look of encouragement they practically shove you out the door.

"Go make us proud," yelled Anne as you trudge down the porch.

You keep walking. You were afraid that if you looked back at your house you would want to run back inside.

Which you sort of did.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

- - -

The wind in the air caused the grass to ripple like waves. It was the only thing you could focus on as your nerves skyrocketed.

You didn't even know why - I mean you had never felt this way about him before. You always had something witty to say, always been able to look him in the eye and stay calm. Yet the upcoming days to your study session you had barely been able to have a conversation with him without feeling nervous.

The closer you got to his door, the more you wanted to turn back and go home.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, Gilbert had been waiting at the door for you to come. So, as soon as you reached his front door he had already swung it open ready to invite you in.

"Y/N, fancy seeing you here," he said.

A faint smile grew on your face upon seeing his cheery self. Funnily enough, he was both the reason and the cure to your anxiety.

"Of course. I'm ready to finally beat you at math," you responded, still unable to wipe your growing grin.

Moving aside, Gilbert extends his arm out, inviting you in. You set your basket on the table as he reaches for your shoulders, slowly taking your jacket off.

Oh wow.

It was weirdly intimate - with his breath fanning across your neck as he leaned over to reach your height. His fingers brushed across the fabric on your back, pulling the winter coat down from your shivering frame.

You were too afraid to turn your head back to look at him. I mean he was right there.

"So..." he trails off as he hooks your clothing onto the coat hanger.

"I was thinking we could start with algebra?"

You roll your eyes, smiling at his words.

"Gilbert I may be bad at math but I'm not that hopeless," you respond.

To be fair to him all he had seen from you since he got back from his travels was you blanking out on every question asked in class. It wasn't necessarily your fault. You were just always... preoccupied. Preoccupied looking at Gilbert, that is.

Yes. You admitted it. Your mind had been full of thoughts of him ever since he returned to school. The way his eyes glinted in the sunlight, turning his previously black eyes into a warm chocolate colour. Or the way his curls messed up when he'd rush into class on a windy day, scarf strewn about the place.

He was just... cute. Gilbert Blythe was cute.

"Earth to Y/N?"

Speak of the devil.

You were brought back to your senses at the sound of his voice. He had this sweet look on his face as if he was worried about you. His eyebrows were furrowed as he reached a hand over to grab your shoulder.

"Sorry did you say something?"

"I asked where you wanted to start, you know since you definitely have algebra down perfectly," he added the last part teasingly.

You raise an eyebrow at him. Was he seriously starting this right now?

"Right... I was thinking trigonometry."

Before turning away you caught his eyes gazing at your dress, drinking you in with every fibre of his being. They trailed down from your collarbone all the way to the hem, admiring (unbeknownst to him) Diana and Anne's handiwork.

You were trailing off a lot, your mind clearly elsewhere. And he totally knew.

You caught a small grin playing on his lips as he stared at you, mesmerized. His lips, which you now noticed, were incredibly pink and swollen from the cold outside, the blush reaching his cheeks.

"You were outside?" you asked.

"Already changing topics I see," he says as he pulls out a chair for you, proceeding to take a seat across from you.

Again, you rolled your eyes, but took a seat anyway.

He had started explaining the basics to you, his hand motions exaggerating with every word he spoke. However your mind began to wander.

How his soft hands would feel against yours, warming you up on a cold day. Or maybe how it would feel to have his hair tickle the back of your neck as you two hugged, or-

"Y/N!" once again you were shocked out of your thoughts.

You smiled apologetically and muttered a meek 'sorry' before focusing your attention again.

You couldn't believe you were letting yourself be distracted by Gilbert Blythe. For the longest time you had waited for this day to finally come, and now that it was here you couldn't stop thinking about him - even though he was literally right there.

You all but groaned internally, becoming aggravated with your lack of concentration. This was hopeless.

All of a sudden you heard a book snap closed.

You jolt upwards, straightening your back. Shit. You were too focused on not focusing that you stopped focusing!

"I have a sense something might be on your mind?"

Your eyes shifted around the room, trying to look anywhere but at him. Why was this so damn hard? He was just some silly boy who was trying to help you. All you can think about is his stupid smile and his-

"Y/N! Seriously are you feeling okay? You don't seem like yourself."

He had moved now to stand infront of you, hand rested on the back of your chair. He leaned over to take a good look at you. Reaching his hand over to your forehead, he felt the temperature with the back of his hand.

It was warm, soft, and his touch was so tender that you could melt right there.

"I'm okay. Just been distracted lately."

You take his hand from your forehead, skin buzzing at the contact of your fingers almost intertwining together. You place his hand on the table right next to you. This movement had caused his arms to encase around you, meaning you were trapped between him, the chair, and the table.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

Oh my God. It was killing you being this close to him, yet so, so far.

You nodded, unable to open your mouth in fear that all would come out was incoherent jumbles.

"I can't hear you," responded to your incompetence.

"Yes. I- I have."

"With...?"

His face grew dangerously close to you, breath fanning across your face. His brown curls tumbled onto his eyebrow, blocking his vision slightly.

Your hand slowly raised up, all but trembling in anxiety. Gently, and excruciatingly slow, you push his hair back from his eyes.

His breath hitched in his throat. You had no idea the effect you were having on him, considering he had been trying to hide it all day.

"Why don't we do something about it, then? You wanna talk to me?"

He always knew he liked you. There was never a doubt in his mind - and now as you sat across from him, cheeks reddening by the second, he had no doubt you felt the same.

You were at a loss for words. It's not that you didn't want to tell him. You just didn't know how. Especially with the way your words would catch in your throat everytime you tried.

"Y/N," he whispered. It would've been inaudible if it weren't for the fact that his face was 2 inches away from yours.

Silently, you edged yourself closer to him, now basically sitting at the end of the seat.

His knuckles were now white, holding onto the back of your chair for dear life. He wanted to kiss you, to make a move, but he also desperately wanted to hear you say what he's always wanted you to.

"Kiss me."

And with that any and all constraint he had before diminished.

His lips crashed into yours, the hand that was gripping the chair was now supporting your lower back as you arched closer to him, needing to be as close as possible to him.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, which caused you to gasp, allowing his tongue to finally massage yours.

You sighed, leaning back and grabbing the back of his neck to lead him towards you. His lips were burning with the sensation of yours against his, and he didn't know if he wanted to pull away.

If it weren't for his lack of oxygen he wouldn't have.

Moving away, but only slightly, you two caught your breath together, your huffs and pants melding into one.

"You still distracted?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"Now more than ever."

And with that, your lips met once again. Now more passionate than before, as he held onto your waist for stability.

Standing up, you pressed your palms onto his chest, applying pressure to push him backwards.

"If we don't stop we'll never get back to the math problem," you said in a hushed manner.

"Like you were paying attention anyway."

With a playful smack, you pecked his cheek and sat back down, gesturing for him to do the same. He agreed only after you promised that if you get through this question undisturbed, you would have another break with him.

It's safe to say you never finished the trigonometry question.

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callmemana · 11 months

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All Grown Up:

Summary: The Kazansky and Kerner’s watch their daughters graduate from High School.

🚨warnings🚨: fluff, soft Slider and Iceman moments.

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In honor of our baby Mousey graduating HS in a few weeks!

It was a hot afternoon in May on the Miramar base that the Kazansky family were currently stationed at.

Ice and Dragon couldn’t be more proud of their daughters as the couple and the Kerner’s sat by one another to watch this big moment in their children’s lives.

The tight friendship between their parents had been carried on to the Kazansky sisters and the Kerner girl.

When both women were told that they had a low chance to have a baby, it pained them to know that they wouldn’t be able to experience the same things as other couples on the base.

But by what seems like a wish upon a shooting star, within a month of each other, Rachael and Jade found out that they were pregnant.

Tom and Ron were very helpful during the pregnancies and tried to be there for every appointment and when the men couldn’t, the women would be each others support systems.

They were all thankful for this day, the girls because they could finally follow in their parents footsteps and join the Navy and the couples because it showed that their babies were growing up.

The girls were all dressed in their official Navy Officer uniforms, hair slicked back in the mandatory bun, and the Navy chords laying on the back of their necks.

Nerves shot up their backs as they waited in the line before walking out to the football stadium that held the awaiting parents.

Baylie Kazansky, the eldest, started the hand holding train with the two other girls behind her. As the leader, she made sure to care for the younger two.

Raven was in the middle and the youngest of the group, the older girls protected her at all cost and wouldn’t let anyone hurt their Mousey.

Last but not least, was Amanda Kerner. The only child of Slider and Whiskey, but saw the Kazansky’s as her second family.

All the girls had ‘graduated’ in the second semester of the school year and gone to bootcamp between then and now.

Today made it official and would get their diplomas that they worked so hard for during the four years of high school they finished.

The music started and the line moved to the door, one by one all the students came outside and sat in order, just like they practiced earlier in the day.

A speech was made by the Salutatorian before the Principal and the Vice Principal made their own.

A moment of silence was announced for the Military members present and who had passed then the Valedictorian made his speech.

More time passed before the Principal started to call the names of students.

As the last of the surnames that started with J’s were called up to the stage, Baylie buzzed with excitement and squeezed Raven’s hand, who in which returned it and did the same to Amanda.

“Baylie Ann Kazansky,” Mr. Simpson called and with one last squeeze, Bay started her walk to the stairs that attached to the stage.

Thinking quickly she jumped in the air on the last step and did a little heel click, a smile on her face after she stuck the landing.

She heard the shouts of her family as she shook her Principal and the Vice Principal’s hand as she held the diploma and the photographer took the picture.

At the end of the stairs stood a junior who handed her a red carnation with a silver ribbon tied in a bow around the stem.

She was just barely to her seat before her sister was called. “Raven Alice Kazansky-Fischer.” Mouse, as her nickname suggests, shyly took the stage and did the same as the many students before her.

Seeing her older sister cause chaos, just like her mother and aunt would’ve done, decided to also do something.

So, with a half-assed plan created, she slid down the bannister and almost fell on her face.

Amanda Kerner was known for being clumsy, often falling over her own feet, so why would today be any different.

“Amanda Louise Kerner.” She stood up and started to make her way to the stage, glancing up into the bleachers to find her family. Once she did, she gave a small smile and held her head up high.

When she was on the last step she missed and almost fell flat on her face, but at the last second saved herself.

Amanda started to laugh and her face heated up a little embarrassed about the whole thing as she walked up to the Principal and copy the hundreds before her.

After she had her carnation in hand, made her way back to her seat as the next student was announced.

The three girls scooted the chairs closer and held hands again, this time their achievements in the other as they all waited for the rest of the students to be called.

Ron and Jade both could see her body move with giggles and her face flushed a light pink as their daughter took the diploma.

Tom lightly smacked Ron’s shoulder as he laughed at his niece.

The Kerner parents have no idea where their daughter’s clumsiness comes from, both steady on land and in air, but they always had a good laugh about it.

Often making jokes and sharing the moments with Tom and Rachael.

Both couples did this with their children and the hilarious memories that would forever be remembered.

It only took seconds before the laughter turned into tears as they cheered or whistled for their children.

Proud was not the word that could describe this experience, because they all felt like that wasn’t the right one to use.

Both couples felt more than proud for their children, but didn’t know if there was a word to explain how much.

After the last student was called, another speech was made and then the Principal said the sentence that the girls and the couples were waiting for, “Please give a round of applause for the graduating class of 2017! You may move the tassel from the right to the left!”

One by one starting from the closest to the stage, all the lines of students started to exit and were free to find their families.

Ron, being the tall giraffe man that he is, spotted the girls first and guided the others to the recent graduates.

He didn’t wait for his daughter to see him, immediately pulling her into a bear hug and squeezing tighter when he feels her jump, a chuckle vibrates through his chest.

He knows that she realizes who it is after the chuckle, and turns around in his arms to hug him back.

Jade joins not too long afterwards, wanting the father and daughter to have a moment just for them.

Soon Ron lets go for the same reason as his wife, a special moment shared between a mother and a daughter.

More tears are shed as the embrace continues before Jade eventually brakes it, too choked up for words.

Ron stands in front of his little baby, tears gathering at his eyes as he looks at her in the Navy Dress Blues and sees a younger version of her mother.

He lightly punches her chin and whispers, “Here’s looking at you kid.” Amanda sniffles, tears threatening to fall again as she softly punches his chest, “Here’s looking at you dad.”

Ron pulls her into another hug, wanting this moment to freeze in time.

The Kazansky’s are too lost in their own little world to pay attention to the Kerner’s.

Baylie, the daddy’s girl she is, runs to Tom first. His callsign might be ‘Iceman’ but right now, his ice cold persona is gone for his beautiful daughters.

He pulls away slightly and kisses her forehead, “Come home to me, Bay.”

Baylie reaches up to her father’s forehead barely in her tippy-toes, gives him a soft head-butt and whispers back, “Always.”

He doesn’t stop the tears, nor would he want to. Both crying freely as they hug each other tight.

“You’re tarnishing the Iceman name, you know.” She chuckles.

“Right now Bay, I could care less about that, not while I have you in my arms.”

A short amount of time passes before Raven is in his arms.

“Keep me in your heart,” Tom murmurs into her hair.

“Keep me in your mind,” Raven replied into his chest as she squeezed him impossibly tight, knocking the breath from his lungs.

He doesn’t want to ever let go, so blessed to have a moment like this to share and remember as the years go by.

He never thought he’d get to experience his children’s birth, so he was beyond happy to see them graduate.

Rachael lays her cheek against Raven’s head as the two hug, tears falling from her eyes to the young woman’s hair.

Raven was in no better shape than her mother, tears running down her face as they hugged.

After a couple of minutes went by, seeing that Bay and Tom were finishing their little father-daughter moment, she reluctantly let go. “I’m beyond proud of you my little Mouse.” “I’m proud to be your daughter, biological or not.”

Rachael couldn’t hold the gates and started to cry again, but soon was hugged by her eldest. “You know that we’ll always be your little girls right?”

Rachael petted Bay’s hair, followed by a kiss, “I know, I know. It’s just hard to believe that our babies are so grown up.”

Bay didn’t respond, just squeezed her tighter. All the words needed exchanged between them through the embrace.

The memory etched into her minds eye forever.

Individual family moments over, the two families came together and celebrated the girls’ graduation with hugs and ‘I’m so proud of you’s.’

They all took turns taking pictures of each families before asking someone passing by to take a group.

With that done, they all hopped into their cars and headed over to Top Gun where their Aunts and Uncles were gathered and ready to see the Graduates.

When they arrived they were all bombarded with open arms, food and drinks, and ‘congratulations!’

The girls could tell by the warmth and smiles that these strong and brave men and women they’ve known their whole lives were just as proud as their parents.

The girls knew that their support system was always going to be there for every accomplishment they go through and couldn’t be more happy by that fact.

And as the years go by, more and more memories were created and photographed so they could all look back and relive the moments and the feelings they all shared.

Birdie’s Basket🧺: @dragon-kazansky @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @starlit-epiphany @gracespicybradshaw

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camcorderrevival · 2 years

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WHERE THE MOON MEETS THE SEA

[ George Seferis // Bannister // Matthew Arnold // post // Alexandros Maragos (Moonrise behind the Temple of Posideon + Waning moon behind a lighthouse) // Emily Dickinson // Ryan Ross // Breese // ST Coleridge // Anne Michaels ]

#web weaving #parallels #the moon and the sea <3 <3 <3 the girls <3 <3 <3 #poetry #photography #art #George Seferis #Matthew Arnold #Emily Dickinson #Ryan Ross #(everyone ignore the fact that the quote is from his LJ please)#(I spent a good hour hunting it down for that one sentence)#Anne Michaels #diamonds to the sea

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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kind of a random sappy post but just wanted to share something with all of you!

potentially triggering topics under the cut (death, suicide, etc.) pls take care of yourself if you choose to read! nothing graphic, but it is mentioned. love all of you <3

today is my late aunt's birthday. she would've been fifty-eight years old today if she hadn't ended her own life on July 1st, 2018.

she was my favorite person in the world.

she's the person I resemble the most, the person that I laughed with the most. she held me the very first time I got sick. she made Christmas feel like Christmas--paper snowflakes, old radio playing Christmas music all hours of the day, garland on the bannister. she wouldn't let you listen to anything but Christmas music in the car starting the day after Thanksgiving.

she was an addict--an alcoholic. the last five years of her life she was a different person entirely. I love her, anyway, of course.

I miss her so much. but I know that she is alive through me in big and small ways; like her/my nose, her/my laugh. I like to honor her in small ways like getting an Auntie Anne's pretzel on her birthday every year (her favorite). and I like to honor her AND myself by taking good care of myself on May 5th and July 1st.

I suppose I'm posting this bc I want everyone on here to know that I love all of you. you're all so worthy and important and capable and full of love. I don't know all of you personally, but I do personally know that I would be devastated if anything happened to ANY of you. I love you all! and my inbox is quite literally always open.

I'd also like to invite everyone to take good care of themselves today--for me, for you, for my aunt. and if you can, get a pretzel. you deserve it.

#feel absolutely free to skip this!!!!#especially if it's triggering #moral of the story is that I love all of you #and think you're so worth it #and never want anything bad to happen to any of you #millie talks #may 5th 1965

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entiish · 1 year

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝟏𝟓𝟑𝟖-𝟏𝟕𝟎𝟎

a mini masterlist of the the most popular girls & boys’ names (#29) in tudor england, examined by scott smith-bannister in his book ‘names and naming patterns in england 1538-1700.’

female names

Elizabeth

Joan

Agnes

Alice

Anne

Margaret

Mary

Jane

Margery

Edith

Catherine

Isabel

Katherine

Cecily

Helen

male names

John

Thomas

William

Robert

Richard

Henry

Edward

George

Nicholas

James

Roger

Francis

Anthony

Christopher

#masterlist #name inspo #name help #name masterlist #by skye*

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praise-joko · 1 year

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Music Game!

Tagged by @dotmander!

RULES: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

My music taste is all over the place. Let’s see what we get! Previews below the line.

燎 - 苏芮琪

The Quittin’ Kind - Eleisha Eagle

Catch 22 - Illy ft. Anne-Marie

Slow Eastbound Train - Daniel Herskedal

Worry - Songhoy Blues

Alarm Call - The Correspondents

じゃあ、また - 高田龍一 (MONACA)

동그라미의 꿈 - DALsooobin

寓言 - Angela Chang

Just Like Autumn -Jordy Searcy, Carly Bannister, The Tuesday Crew

For our next victims we’ll have:

@guildtree @wall-legion @ratasumportauthority @ohpollenpowder @gglitchshit @commanderthalys

And a free invitation to anyone I didn’t tag! Sorry if I tagged anyone who has already done it.

#thanks for tagging me!#that’s a pretty good selection

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adrian-paul-botta · 11 months

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Miss Mabel (1950)

Miss Mabel is a 1948 stage play by R. C. Sherriff. It has been adapted for television at least five times.

1950 – A play in three acts, produced by Joel Shenker as a summer theatre touring package.

Advance director: Jerome Coray

With Charles Francis, Wallace Clark, Mark Roberts, Harry Bannister, Victor Beecroft, Gwen Anderson, Marie Carroll, Bethel Long.

Subsequent cast changes throughout tour as well as resident actors playing different roles in each theatre (Dorothy and Lillian Gish by Lillian Gish)

Also, a live version aired as part of British anthology series BBC Sunday Night Theatre in 1950. Cast included Mary Jerrold, Clive Morton, Richard Warner, W. E. Holloway, Josephine Middleton, Herbert C. Walton, Anne West, Ronald Marriott, Rowland Winterton and Anthony Farmer. It was performed on 26 March 1950 with a repeat performance on 29 March 1950. Both performances are lost, as the live broadcasts were not recorded.

Rehearsals for Miss Mabel went smoothly, once we learned to anticipate interruptions over which we had no control, like the noise and whistling from the trains. We had an idea of their schedule, so we could time when we were going to have our words drowned during matinees and evening. Whoever was talking would just remain in place and not say a word until the train had passed. Clarence Derwent, for all his impressive British training and background, was a very casual actor. He had a very relaxed delivery, and he didn’t like to wear any makeup other than his costume.

Once, on a matinee day, he came to the theatre from a long walk in the woods just before half-hour. He put on his costume and he took his seat on a soft chair onstage as the curtain went up, which he was supposed to do. A few minutes into the performance, he fell asleep.

The audience didn’t know what was happening, but onstage, including Lillian, did. Clarence wasn’t snoring. He had leaned back and closed his eyes.

Lillian looked over in his direction, and very casually, during the course of the scene, tiptoed behind the chair where Clarence was sitting. She placed her hand on his shoulder leaned over, and blew on his neck!

She might have whispered something which only he could have heard, but Clarence opened his eyes and said his line as if the action were rehearsed!

Whether she gave him a dressing down afterwards we never knew. But he never took any morning walks on a matinee day. And he never closed his eyes in that chair for the rest of the run!

When Miss Mabel company flew to the Bahamas to play an engagement at the Royal Colonial Theatre, Lillian made a star’s demand: to allow Malcolm, her West Highland terrier who had been with her since The Old Maid (1936), to ride next to her on the plane.

Lillian Gish: A Life on Stage and Screen – Stuart Oderman

#lillian gish #miss mabel #1950s #theatre play #stuart oderman

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hotvintagepoll · 1 month

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Propaganda

Hend Rostom (Cairo Station, Eshaat Hob)— Egyptian movie star called the "Marilyn Monroe of the East", need anyone say more

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Hend Rostrom:

Deborah Kerr:

Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.

She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS

#deborah kerr #hend rostom #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Can I please request a one shot of the cursed demon Levi scenario that we discussed? 👉👈 He is bound up with bandages all over, unable to speak and can only haunt a house that you end up moving into. Once you meet him you start getting close and you gradually help him lift his curse, you get to unravel his bandages, recover his voice etc. ❤️

Thank you 💕💕💕

@ladycheesington <3

Bound

Pairing: Demon!Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, haunted house style, romance, falling in love, mystery, becoming a couple, curses, fluff.

Concept: Levi has been cursed to be bound physically and spiritually to a home and has lost track of time being there and feels so alone. However, you move into the old home with little fear of the scary stories there. Levi slowly tries to get to know you and connect with you. You show no fear in front of him and shower him with love. You slowly break his curse as you fall in love.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @thebobaprincess @youre-ackermine @galactict3a @nbinairyn @cypidity @2moth-anon2 @demonsimp6 @li-anne

Part 2

Levi gazed out the gothic window as the rain poured down. He had watched the world change over the years and he was left behind wrapped up in bandages, hated and then forgotten. He craved company. He craved someone to see him. He craved the touch of another human.

He had been cursed long ago for something that seemed so simple. He had been bound up by bandages except for his eyes. Not only did the person bind his body, but he was bound to the home too. A Goddess had fallen in love with him, a demon, but he didn't love her back. In her rage, she did this to him because she said his beauty was to blame for her obsessive love.

He frowned at a car pulling up and a person running up to the door with a carrier in the other hand. He ran to the top of the grand stairs and hid a little. He spied on the person entering the home that had so many ghost stories attached to it. He wanted to know what kind of person wasn't afraid.

His eyes widened and sparkled as he watched them reveal themselves. He blushed as you took your coat off and hooked it up. He gripped the bannister bars and found himself falling for you just by seeing you. You were a vision of pure perfection. He couldn't believe how pretty you were and your soul was so bright even though you seemed so scarred from the past.

He tilted his head when you crouched down and opened a little cage to reveal a black cat. He smiled as the cat circled you as it meowed and rubbed itself on you. Levi understood the cat. You were so cute and sweet. You were just wonderful, but he was so hideous. He didn't want you to see him. He had to hide.

You let out a long sigh. "Come on, Stan the man, let's check out our new home." You slipped your shoes off and sighed. "They said they wouldn't send cleaners in, but this place is spotless."

Stan bounded up the stairs and went running for Levi. Levi panicked a little expecting him to hiss, but he just purred and meowed at Levi. Levi crawled backwards into a room away from the cat called Stan, but he kept coming. Levi pressed himself against a wall in the dark room. He panicked a little, but Stan just purred and rubbed himself up against Levi.

Levi smiled in delight at being touched by such a sweet cat. He reached over with his bound-up hand and petted the little furball. He leaned closer and gazed at the cat to see pure affection. Levi thought he was evil because he was told he was, but here he was being adored by a cute cat.

Levi flinched when he heard your voice. He scrambled to his feet and slipped into a closet. He peered through the crack to see Stan sitting there staring at him. He wanted to tell the cat to go, but he had no voice. He didn't want you to find him.

His world got brighter when you entered the room. He felt enveloped by your scent and smell. He wanted so badly to walk out and hold you. He pressed himself against the wall and just watched you. He smiled behind his bandages at how sweet you were as you talked to your cat.

"What are you up to, Mr?" You crouched down. "You were a kitty on a mission, then again you are Stan the man. Man on a mission." You looked up at the closet and didn't realise you'd locked eyes with Levi. "What are you looking at, huh?" You smiled making Levi blush harder. "Is it a handsome ghost?" You scooped up your cat. "Well, we better be nice to them as this was their house first." You bowed to the door. "Hello, ghost. Don't mind us. We're going to live here with you and we'll make sure we don't disturb you too much."

Levi sat on the floor and placed his hand on his racing heart. He whined a little and slowly lowered his head as he felt overcome with affection and love. He knew he was going to like you living here with him. He was going to do everything he could to make you feel welcome and not scared.

He followed you around for days as you settled in. When you went to bed, he would unpack things for you and put them in place. If you forgot to do some housework, he'd do it for you. At first, you were a little shocked, but you just leaned into it and let it happen. You would leave a note addressed to the ghost that you were thankful for him.

Levi would watch you do simple things and adore it. You were so cut and pretty to him. He thought you were fascinating too. He looked at all your books and video games. He got into the things you liked and would play your games at night as you slept.

Levi did everything he could to be close to you. He did everything to help you as well. He thought he could make your life nice and easy. He would even mix teas for you as a little surprise when you made a cup of tea. He wanted you to take little peaceful moments because you often cried alone at night.

"Who are you?"

Levi dropped a small wooden box full of loose tea as he stared at you from the dark. You looked tired in your bed things and your skin was red under your eyes, meaning you'd cried again tonight. He panicked that you'd seen him, but thankfully it was dark.

You moved closer and turned the light on revealing Levi all wrapped up in bandages except for his beautiful steel blue eyes and raven hair. You gasped as you gazed at him. "Handsome..."

Levi panicked and turned into black smoke. He needed to get away from you. He ran through the wall into the next room and felt better in the dark, but he was still panicking.

You hurried after Levi and opened the door to the next room. "Wait! Are you the ghost?" You watched Levi fly into the closet. "It's okay!" You ran over and grabbed the handle, but black smoke consumed it. You tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge. "I want to be your friend. I'm not scared if that's what worries you. Just...open the door."

Levi sat on the floor and hugged himself. He didn't want you to see him. He thought he was a monster. He needed to stay hidden. He had to protect you from himself.

You sat down on the floor and sighed. "Well, I'm not going anywhere. I'll sit right here until you come out." You looked to the door into the room and smiled as Stan meowed as he ran over. "So, this is who you saw when we moved in, huh? This your friend?" You hummed a laugh as he meowed. "He seems very handsome." You sighed. "I bet he's been tending to our home all this time. It's so nice of him."

Levi unlocked the door and pushed it open a little. He opened it a bit and looked at you. He hummed and moved closer as you played with Stan.

You looked over at Levi and smiled softly. "Hello." You saw him get a bit scared. "Oh, sorry. Do you want me to not look?" you put your hands over your eyes. "Not looking."

Levi crawled out to you and sat in front of you. He reached over and pulled your hands from your face. He saw you had your eyes closed, so he touched under your eyes to let you know you could look.

You opened your eyes and smiled at Levi. "Hello." You leaned your head against Levi's hand and said your name. "Nice to meet you. So, what do I call you?"

Levi kept touching you and was fascinated by how soft you were. He kept caressing you as you talked to him. He slowly focused on your voice and blushed as you stared at him. He blushed harder when you giggled. He pulled back and used his shadows to write Levi in the air.

You hummed a laugh. "Levi, huh? I like it. Well, nice to meet you, Levi. So, you're the one who has been doing things around this house."

He nodded.

"Have you been scaring people away?"

He looked away and nodded.

You giggled. "Don't blame you. I'm not keen on people too." You smiled as Levi gazed at you. "Bet you're wondering why I'm not scared, huh? Well, I've seen a lot of things and I've been through a lot. Plus, looks can be deceiving. Also, Stan the man likes you."

Levi looked down as Stan walked over to him. He climbed onto Levi's lap and rubbed himself against him as he purred. Levi petted Stan and felt pure happiness in his heart. He looked up at you and smiled with his eyes. He flinched a little when you moved right up to him.

You smiled and touched under Levi's eyes making Levi's heart race. "You have such beautiful eyes." You pulled back a bit. "Sorry, I shouldn't have touched you when you're getting used to me."

Levi took your hand and placed it against his cheek. He nuzzled and closed his eyes a moment so he could enjoy your touch.

You hummed a laugh. "You're a bit like a cat. You're not a ghost, are you?"

Levi shook his head.

"Well, whatever you are, you're cute."

Levi held a tray of tea and followed your aura. He walked into the old Victorian conservatory and smiled behind his bandages when he saw you curled up on the sofa there with a book and Stan. Levi had spent every waking moment of your life with you. It’d been two weeks of bliss together. Levi wanted to get closer to you, he had this burning desire to be yours and only yours.

You closed your book and smiled at Levi. “Hello. Oh, tea? Wonderful, thank you.” You shifted on the sofa so he could sit. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

Levi put everything down and sat next to you. He poured you a cup of tea and handed it over. He watched you blow on it before taking a sip.

You looked over at Levi and smiled. “Why don’t you have some?”

Levi shook his head. He couldn’t drink tea because he was bound up.

You placed your cup down and moved closer to Levi. “I can take these off for you.”

Levi shook his head and made the shadows say tight, tried.

You hummed as you studied him. “It looks loose to me though.” You reached closer. “Can I try?”

Levi leaned his head closer and let you touch him. He watched you closely as you fiddled with the bandage until part of it became loose. His eyes widened as you unwound the bandage on his face. He gasped deeply as fresh air rushed into his lungs. He sighed as he took you in. He smiled at you as his heart flutter. He was becoming free thanks to you.

You shivered when Levi said your name. Your cheeks burned as you gazed at Levi. You shifted in your seat when he said your name again. “Levi.”

He smiled at you as he said your name again deeply and tantalisingly. “Hello.”

You gasped in delight. “Your voice is wonderful.”

“Thank you.”

You touched his cheek. “Your skin is so soft.”

Levi leaned into your touch. “It wasn’t supposed to be possible. I was meant to be bound for eternity, but you are breaking my curse.” He tapped his forehead against yours. “How is that possible?”

You hummed. “Maybe it’s to do with how I feel about you.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “How…you…feel?”

You pulled from Levi. “T-Tea.” You picked up your cup and offered it to Levi. “Try. I can imagine it’s been a while.”

Levi held the cup and drank. “Mm…I missed this…”

“What are you?”

He sighed. “A demon. I was a strong demon who helped a God with stopping bad souls. I only punished the wicked.” He handed the cup over. “A Goddess fell in love with me but I rejected her over and over. I did not love her the way she loved me. She then cursed me and said my beauty was to blame for her obsession with me. So, she bound me physically and then bound my soul to this home. She said I was cursed with beauty and my heart was stone, that I could never love anyone.” He frowned. “I thought she was right, but meeting you…” He blushed hard. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

You wrapped your arms around Levi. “I’m so sorry you went through that. How dare she blame you. How dare she. You are not to blame. You can’t help the way you look.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and clung to you. “Thank you.” He smiled. “Thank you.”

You hummed a laugh and pulled back. “I bet you can’t wait for a bath, huh?”

Levi sighed. “I’m craving it. My kind doesn’t need to eat, drink or bathe but we do it out of choice because it can be pleasurable.” He leaned closer to you. “Same for kissing, hugging and sex.”

You gasped. “Levi.”

He looked at your lips. “We don’t need to, but it is very, very, very pleasurable.”

You mewled at him as his lips dragged along your jawline to your ear. “You’re right.”

“Thank you for helping me and slowly freeing me. Thank you for helping me feel something. I will dedicate my eternity to you. I make this oath here and now that I, high demon Levi Ackerman swear my life to you.” He softly said your name against your ear and pulled back. “I am yours.”

Your cheeks burned. “Cute.”

Levi looked down as Stan meowed at him. “And to you, Stan the man, I will be loyal to you.”

You giggled. “He already has your soul.” You lifted your cat. “That’s what cats do.”

Levi shook Stan’s paw. “Deal made.”

Levi noticed his bandages were slowly starting to fall off his body the more he gave into his feelings for you. He’d follow you around your home and helped you out as much as possible. He was dedicated to you. He was in awe of with. He was deeply and madly in love with you. Levi was sure that you felt something too, which was probably why his bandages were falling off his body.

He turned to your cat as he followed Levi. Levi chuckled and used part of his bandages to play with Stan. He ran around with the cute cat before going into your living room. He dangled a piece and laughed as Stan chased it and patted the floor with his fluffy paws. Levi enjoyed this simple and fun life. He wanted to spend eternity like this with you and Stan.

“Cute.”

Levi looked up at you. “Cute?”

You walked closer. “The way you are with Stan.”

“I like him.”

You walked closer. “Well, he likes you.”

Levi stood up and walked over to you. “Do…do you like me?”

You blushed hard and turned to Levi. “Oh, well…”

“Do you?”

You gulped hard. “I don’t like you, but…”

Levi took your hand and smiled at being able to touch you without bandages. “But?”

You squeezed his hand. “Levi, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “You have?”

You nodded and faced him. “I have.”

He pulled you closer to him. “I have loved you from the moment I saw you walk into my home.”

“You’re so cute.”

He cupped your face. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded and tilted your head. You sighed through your nose when Levi’s lips pressed against yours. You hummed and moaned in delight as you felt your body ignite with pleasure. You leaned your body against Levi’s as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moved together as one as passions burned between the two of you. You clung to each other as a fire of pure love pulsed between the two of you. Levi and you understood in this kiss that it was true deep love. You were made for each other.

Levi was beyond happy. He truly understood his feelings for you and was never letting you go. He was madly in love with you. He was going to hold onto you for eternity. He was going to make you a demon when you were ready so you could spend every last moment together. He wanted to worship you and love you. He wanted to spoil you as much as possible. He wanted to kiss you until your tongues ached.

You frowned when you heard a gentle thud. You pulled back from Levi’s lips making him whine. You looked down to see all of Levi’s bandages were gone, so now he was butt naked before you. “Oh, wow.”

Levi looked down then up at you. “I’m sorry I’m naked but I’m happy. You’ve broken the curse on me.”

You hugged yourself. “So, you gonna run?”

He shook his head and pulled you against him. “No, no, my love. I’m going to hold onto you no matter what. I’m going to shower you in love. You are mine and I am yours.”

You cupped Levi’s neck and softly smiled at him. “I’m glad you are staying.”

“How could I run when someone so perfect loves me as much as I love her?” He kissed you over and over. “I’m staying with you. Together, always.”

You smiled brightly. “Together, always.” You hummed a laugh. “We uh…we need to get you some clothes.”

Levi chuckled. “I will get naked with you another time.”

“Yes.”

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