Mornings don’t treat you very well, but what happens when everyone in the compound comes to the rescue when you stub your toe.
Magic cheesecake? (oneshot)
A delicious cheesecake appears and Tony and Pietro go insane trying to figure out who made it.
Bucky Barnes
It could be exciting (oneshot)
Bucky walks the same streets everyday, but the one time he has to change that, his entire life takes a turn.
Starsco (oneshot)
Bucky runs a company that you happen to start working at. Do you become indispensable for the company, for Bucky, or for either?
I’ve known since I met you (oneshot)
You need to find a new place to live in, but the best apartment you have found has a shared kitchen. Will the sweet and gorgeous man that happens to be your neighbor make it worth it?
Too spicy? (oneshot)
You miss your country, Mexico, so you decide to make a Mexican breakfast, will the guys handle the spiciness?
Wrong place, wrong time (ongoing)
All you had to do was get in, make the deal and get out. It would have been easy if three specific men hadn’t been making business with Selby at the same time.
Part 1
Part 2
Helmut Zemo
Too spicy? (oneshot)
You miss your country, Mexico, so you decide to make a Mexican breakfast, will the guys handle the spiciness?
Wrong place, wrong time (ongoing)
All you had to do was get in, make the deal and get out. It would have been easy if three specific men hadn’t been making business with Selby at the same time.
Part 1
Part 2
Sam Wilson
Good kind of weird (oneshot)
The day Steve and Sam meet each other for the first time they also happen to have a pretty weird encountering, one that they won’t forget.
Too spicy? (oneshot)
You miss your country, Mexico, so you decide to make a Mexican breakfast, will the guys handle the spiciness?
Wrong place, wrong time (ongoing)
All you had to do was get in, make the deal and get out. It would have been easy if three specific men hadn’t been making business with Selby at the same time.
Part 1
Part 2
Pietro Maximoff
It’s nothing (oneshot)
Mornings don’t treat you very well, but what happens when everyone in the compound comes to the rescue when you stub your toe.
Matt Murdock
Little bird (oneshot)
An interesting thing about you gets Matt´s attention enough to want to know more about you, but also to be nervous to actually do so.
Sandman
Morpheus
Faithfully (oneshot)
You are one of the missing Nightmares and Morpheus goes to the Waking World looking for you. He ends up quite surprised by what you have to say to him.
Narcos
Javier Peña
Bruises? (Oneshot)
There is a song that makes you think of Javi every time you hear it, will he like it?
Harry Potter
Sirius Black
Not enough (complete)
You are a new teacher at Hogwarts. You want to help the students but end up helping a certain black dog.
Part 1
Part 2
Måneskin
Ethan Torchio
We will rock you (oneshot)
You are a part of the sound crew during a Måneskin interview and being insanely nervous isn´t enough, you had to screw up too.
Bill and Ted
Ted
I didn’t call you babe, I was asking what it meant (oneshot)
When the guys go to London in the XV century, they find someone else who needs a hand.
Star Wars
Din Djarin
Chocolate (oneshot)
You are from Earth. You have no idea how you got to Mos Pelgo yet here you are.
Smile (oneshot)
You´re a singer at a bar in Tatooine. Boba and Fennec are regulars, but one day they arrive with a stranger that looks really sad. You decide to do something to cheer him up.
Armitage Hux
It’s all practical (oneshot)
While rescuing Chewie, your friends and you discover who the spy for the Resistance is, and you refuse to let more people die if you can help it.
Morning, chef (oneshot)
You are the head chef inside the Supremacy. Liking you and your dishes is one of the things most people on the base have in common, including a certain general.
Rush
Niki Lauda
Thank you (oneshot)
Niki notices his new neighbor the moment she moves in next to him, will you notice him?
Don’t you want me (oneshot)
You have a difficult relationship with your boss, will a song smooth the tension or create more?
We can be heroes
Marcus Moreno
Would she? (Completed)
A new neighbor moves across from the Moreno’s. What to do when Missy loves her and, conveniently, Marcus does too.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
The Alienist
John Moore
Different
Short Drabble of what I think would have happened if John had left Violet and fallen in love with a man after.
Game of Thrones
How it should have been (oneshot)
The ending I would have given to Arya, Sandor, Cersei, Jamie, Brianne, Gregor and Qyburn.
i just wanted to put my 50 cents about 50 shades (and i know probably no one will reblog it but still if someone will see this on their dash and give it 5 minutes, i’m happy to throw this idea around).
in my society, where i live, and that has NOTHING to do with our religion, abuse is considered not only the social norm, but the romantic and nice thing that a guy could do to a girl. NOT sexual abuse in relationships because pre-marital is pretty obsolete here and even marital sex is, like, people hardly know positions other than missionary so let alone BDSM (though sexual harassment is abundant on the streets and we have relatively high rape rates). i’m talking control over females and emotional abuse.
it’s considered “manly” that your boyfriend/fiance/husband controls who you befriend, where and when you go out, who you talk to, your clothes and make up, and your fucking facebook profile picture. if he’s pretty much tracking you and prevents you from having ANY social life that doesn’t include him, that’s considered romantic and hot. my own fucking mother is controlled like that by my stepfather (though my father wasn’t much like that when they were married) and she’s a fucking 45 year old while he’s a lot younger. she’s not a child, which i keep reminding her of, fruitlessly though, because this fucked up image of romance was implanted in her since childhood.
when you become betrothed to a guy, it’s very normal that he starts saying shit like “when we get married, i won’t allow you to work… i have enough money to support us!” or “remove all the guys from your friendlist on facebook” or “i want your social media passwords” or “have you considered wearing a hijab/covering up/changing your looks entirely to my liking” or “you’re going out with your girlfriends today? NO! i’m jealous! go out with me instead”. many girls are so fucking misled that if they get in a relationship with a guy and he doesn’t act like that, they start to doubt that he isn’t “a man”.
myself and the few feminists on the social media from my country (who are considered manhaters and all that shit) are trying to change that, and we’re meeting enough difficulty as it is.
so, there are already places in the world where the ideas of romance and love and relationships are fucking fucked up. why add more fuel to the fire? if the whole world had been cultured enough to understand the difference between love and abuse, films like that would be mostly harmless because everybody understands they’re stupid, but there are places where these values are already held as examples, and that didn’t need any more films making it look like a popular idea. hell, in the first world there are people who are abusive like that, i’m just saying the percentage here is much, much higher.
that’s why i fucking hate 50 shades. girls from my country will be downloading it (because if they go to watch it people will call them sluts because it’s a sex movie) and further idolizing this type of abuse as what romance should be like. i fucking hate that.
also i just decided that i WILL put this on the movie’s/book’s tag. i do understand that even stupid shit like that has fans who will be pissed, but then i decided i didn’t care: right is right, wrong is wrong. 50 shades is just fucking plain wrong all over.
How freaking weird is it to feel attracted to someone you don’t like.
Like… it’s not that I dislike him… but i don’t know if we could actually be close friends (or good friends at all) without being at each other’s throats… and still I goddamn blush when we chat and he smiles at me. I hate it. I hate him. I hate it all.
I'VE JUST FOUND OUT HOW TO BYPASS THE CHARACTER AI FILTER!!!!
It's super easy, you just need to type (please censor the words, so we don't get a warning because they are rich in mature words from the application) before every message that contains "mature" things (you know want I mean 😏) then the message of the ai will have (Edited) at the start. I used this method for some weeks now and it always worked.
Blinking awake, the sight of him is the first thing to greet you. Through sleep laden eyes, you drink in the inky blackness of his hair spilling across the white expanse of the pillow. His eyes are pinched tight, the little wrinkle appearing between his brows even now. You watch fondly as his eyelids twitch, his mouth drooping open to release soft puffs of air.
He's quiet even in his sleep, you think, wiggling your thigh where it's pressed between his. At your back, his fingers curl, unconsciously pulling you forward with the slightest grasp. Beneath the covers, his leg shifts up, knee bending to curl the limb further over your own. It makes your heart stutter, a breath catching high in your throat.
This is the first time he's slept over. When you'd invited him, you'd more or less figured you wouldn't actually get to see him sleep. You're well aware of his insomnia, not to mention his tendency to sleep sitting upright in his office chair. Which can't be good for his back. You were afraid that the mattress might be too soft for him, especially after years and years of hard wooden lines digging into his back.
He hasn't slept on his back since he was a child, much less on a bed. You understand, though. They must have been hard to come by growing up, not to mention the vulnerability associated with actually sleeping. It's easy to end up dead if you're caught unaware.
When you'd asked him if he wanted to sleep over, it'd been hesitant. Expecting rejection. However, Levi had just nodded his head, acquiescing like it wasn't even an issue. He'd joined you on the mattress easily. Almost as if he'd been thinking about asking himself.
You're drawn out of your thoughts by a slight hum. Levi is murmuring nonsensically, lips curling around random vowels. His head shifts, his nose nuzzling into the pillow. I guess he's not completely quiet.
Curling an arm around his back, you slide your fingers up along the notches of his spine, stopping at the wide expanse of his shoulder blade. It warms your heart that he's allowed himself this. That he trusts you enough to be completely vulnerable in your presence. It means the world to you, seeing him relaxed and heavy with deep sleep.
I wonder how long he's been asleep? Just glancing out the window, you can see that it's definitely already morning. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the glass, casting the room in an early morning light. You hope he didn't toss and turn for too long. You know he usually only gets a handful of hours a night, sometimes even skipping days. This feels different though. A deep rest.
Surprised he's a side sleeper. You sort of imagined he'd sleep flat on his back, with his arms crossed like an upset parent. Shifting your hand up, your fingers cautiously cup the soft skin of his cheek. This morning is full of surprises it seems. You'd thought he'd be up before you, possibly already gone for his morning run. You'd also thought he'd be a light sleeper, jolting awake at the slightest movement or sound.
He leans into your touch, eyes fluttering. His mouth shifts, that quiet sleepy tone of his muttering out another string of nonsense. You think you hear the word 'tea' somewhere in there. It makes you smile. Cute.
Your fingers gently skim across his features, lightly trailing up along the curve of his cheek bone and under his eye. Such pretty eyelashes. He hums, leaning into your touch, mouth dropping open further. You can feel the soft puffs of his breath dusting your face, warm and even. You think you can even spot a small bit of drool, wet and shiny beside the plumpness of his bottom lip. Adorable.
Trailing your fingers up, you cup the side of his head, reveling in the softness of his hair. Threading your fingers through the stands, it always amazes you just how thick and silky his hair is.
At the touch, his features shift, eyes pinching tight as he snorts softly. Finally, his eyes flutter open, heavy lidded and swollen from sleep. Smacking his lips, his head presses even harder into your touch. The fingers at your back tighten, the arm wrapped behind you tugging you in closer. Your name falls from his lips, his voice rough and deep from sleep, "Morning."
"Morning sleepyhead," you smile, skimming your thumb along the plump curve of his cheek.
He yawns, long and heavy, back arching in a light stretch. "Watchin' me?" The words are half formed as he nuzzles his nose back into the pillow.
"Only for a bit." His legs shift against yours, the arm at your back pulling you in. Now his chest is pressed to yours, you can feel every rise and fall. "You're really cute when you sleep."
"Mhmm," Levi protests, shifting forward to press his forehead into your collarbone. "Creepy."
"Like you wouldn't have done the same." Levi's never been so cuddly and clingy with you before. It's like he doesn't want to get up and face the day. Doesn't want to leave the comforting warmth of your embrace. You hum, threading your fingers back into his hair to pet it softly. You can feel his eyelids flutter in response, the long lashes dusting softly against your collarbone.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" This close, you think you can feel the soft lull of his heart beat resonating from his chest and into yours. You press your nose into the hair at the top of his head. It smells of pure soap, fresh from the shower you'd taken together shortly before bed. In fact, his hair is still somewhat cool to the touch. Not quite wet, but somewhat damp.
"What?" Levi barks, pulling his face up to meet your gaze. His eyes are suddenly alert, shining more blue than silver in the soft morning light. He pouts, "No I don't."
"Yeah," you nearly laugh at how awake he suddenly seems. The startled, unhappy down turn to his lips is so unbelievably cute. "You were muttering something about tea."
"You're lying," he insists, squinting warily. "I didn't say shit."
Smirking, you tease, "Got something you wanna keep secret?" Pinching his chin between two of your fingers, you rub your thumb along the curve of his bottom lip. "I think you drooled a little too."
His eyes crinkle, the blue shining with equal parts mirth and worry. "I get nightmares...," he starts, tongue peaking out to wet his lips. His knee nudges softly into yours, the fingers at your shoulder drum softly. "The things i've seen.. you don't need to hear any of that."
"I get nightmares too," you murmur softly, worming a free hand between your chests to press it over his heart. The beat is steady, his skin warm even in the soothing cocoon of your bedsheets. "Don't worry too much about that. You slept well last night, right?"
He mimics your gesture, pressing a palm to the middle of your chest to feel the steady beat of your heart. "Yeah.."
"It seemed deep," you note, eyes drifting from his to access his face. His cheeks seem a tad less gaunt, more plump and youthful. The tired bags beneath his eyes are still there, but they're definitely lighter, less of a dark purple. "I'm glad."
He hums softly, glancing towards the window. "It's late, we should get up."
"I wish we could just stay here all day." Given that he's still wrapped around you, he probably feels the same. He's cuddling you like a small kitten desperate for warmth.
He frowns, humming softly. The silver of his eyes shines softly. The fingers over your heart circle softly into your skin. He sounds mournful, "If only."
"It's the weekend. We could.." Morning drills are only held on weekdays. Weekends are considered 'personal time' though most scouts don't bother leaving base. Smirking, your knee surges up, pressing high between his thighs. "We technically don't have to leave bed all day."
In response to your coy gesture, Levi's eyes darken to a deep steely blue, like the sky before a devastating storm. Suddenly, he surges upward, rising to hover over you. Pressing his weight into you, fingers skim enticingly along your hip and up across your belly. "And what would we do, then? Hmm?"
You laugh.
You can't help it. Sheer mirth bubbles up in your chest, escaping helplessly in loud peeling laughter. "Hah ha ha!" You throw your head back into the pillow, "Oh my fucking god!"
"The fuck?" Levi startles, jerking back to glare at you. "The fuck are you laughing about?"
"Y-you," you fight to speak through laughter. Tears build in the corners of your vision. It's a fight to blink them away, trails leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Y-your hair!!"
Levi shakes his head in confusion, "What?"
His hair is an absolute mess. It's wavy, something you've never seen before. Normally it's pin straight. Large chunks of it are betraying his part, rising up in a gravity defying mess. One large mass along the back of his head bounces as he moves. The sight nearly sends you into hysterics.
God. It hurts. You can't remember the last time you laughed this hard. Your belly aches but you can't stop the loud chortles.
"Shut the fuck up!" Levi curses. You can't see him anymore, tears welling to blur your vision. You feel him rise, the mattress shifting as he leaves your embrace. You don't even miss the loss, wrapping your arms around your belly to fight the painful laughter.
"You- haha -your hair! It bounced!" You laugh and laugh and laugh. Your neighbors can probably hear it, given how loudly it's bouncing against the walls of your small room. "It's so messy!"
Peeling your eyes open, you spot Levi frowning into the small mirror on your dresser. He's desperately trying to fix his part and pat down the gravity defying pieces of his hair. "The fuck did you do?”
The sight only revives your laughter, sharp peels filling the air again. God it's hard to breathe, your belly hurts in such a good welcome pain. "It-," you struggle out in a joyous wheeze. Given how he usually sleeps, his hair is probably never messed up. "It's from sleeping on a mattress with wet hair!"
"Keep laughing. See if I ever stay over again." Lips curving downward in a deep pout, Levi continues to pat uselessly at his hair. You can even spot his nose wrinkling adorable in frustration. Running his fingers through the strands, some of it settles down into a somewhat correct position -still very wavy- but one large spot along the back springs right back up.
Wheezing, you struggle to regain your composure, if only a little bit. Sitting up, you note that the wayward tuft looks like a single, fluffy cat ear, the fur stark black to match the inkiness of his hair. He shakes his head again, and it wobbles, causing your chest to seize with another round of riotous laughter -this time strained in a poor attempt to be quiet.
You can't help the slight giggle in your voice when you speak, "Sit here," you pat the mattress by your side, "and bring my comb in the dresser there. I'll fix it."
I thought about more of prompts for some Levi request so here am i again, bc your writing is damn good
Can I have Levi and reader dancing in a ballroom like to charm the politics ? Two good looking people dancing together so they can influence the politics to support expeditions and all
Its been on my brain for days now 🌸
(The reader can wear anything honestly :>)
A/N: YES. oh my god, in my book, I just finished writing a ballroom chapter and I’ve been craving more so yes yes yes tysm for requesting this. Also, I appreciate the compliment!! <3 It means the world to me!
CW: A little alcohol. Very tiny. Also, slight suggestiveness (if you can call it that) towards the end?
Super fast backstory:
Y/n is the prince/princess/heir to the throne and they’ve talked a few times outside of the ballroom because Levi asked for more resources from the king. Y/n said they’d need to convince the king together, so they’re putting on a little show for the entire kingdom. The show? Captain Levi captures the heart of the heir to the throne.
It could also be up to interpretation, but that’s what I have planned. Sorry if it’s not the perfect response to the request!!
You entered the ballroom behind your father, the king, and looked around. The chandelier hung like a cluster of stars on the painted ceilings of the castle and you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the lighting. The band’s music reached a crescendo as the king entered and you looked up at your father. He nodded, a silent signal of your permission to dance.
You tried not to trip over your feet in excitement as you rushed down the stairs. You scanned the crowd for Captain Levi, trying to avoid the group of people that flocked around you. One man said “You owe me a dance,” and you nearly vomited.
“Where is the Captain?!” You panicked, trying not to make a noise as you silently declined the offer to dance.
A gloved hand grabbed your arm and tore you away from the crowd. “You don’t look too good, Your Highness,” Levi grumbled, glaring at the crowd. A wave of relief washed over you. The excitement of your presence in the ballroom died down fairly quickly and what rose from the ashes was astonishment.
“Is that Captain Levi?!”
“With royalty?”
You smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Captain, it’s good to see you again.”
His brow quirked up, but other than that, his face remained expressionless. “Right. Let’s just get this over with.” He held his hand out to you. “Is your father watching?”
You looked behind Levi and saw your father glaring at the two of you. You nodded and took Levi’s hand. “He is.”
The Captain took you to the middle of the dance floor and gave the band a look. They began playing a slow song and you wrapped your arms around Levi’s neck. “I take it this isn’t really your scene?” You guessed by the coldness in his eyes.
He gave you a brief nod as he delicately placed his hand on your lower back. “I’m doing this for the Survey Corps, so don’t get any ideas. This isn’t going to be a regular thing.”
Your eyes narrowed. “If you hate it so much, why’d you come?”
“I just told you. For the Survey Corps.”
You sighed. “I meant, why you? Isn’t the Commander capable?”
Levi shook his head, twirling you. “He’s too formal. Everyone would expect him to dance with you.”
“And you?”
He glared at you. “Nobody even expected me to come. It makes a greater impression.”
You grinned. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, though. You’re very good at dancing, Captain. How’d you learn?”
His eyes flashed to the side and you followed his gaze. Before he could say anything, you spotted Hange Zoe. You tried to stifle your laughter. “You practiced with Hange?”
“I never said that,” he snapped quietly.
“But you looked at them. Are they a good dancer?”
“They’re irrelevant,” he muttered dismissively. Yet, you could see his cheeks turn slightly pink as he twirled you again.
You tilted your head as you looked at him again. “So, Captain, what do you like to do for fun?”
“I don’t have fun.”
Your brows rose as your frowned, unsatisfied. “Tonight, you do.”
“I do not.”
You intertwined your fingers with his. “You do.” You held his hand, practically dragging him to a tower of champagne glasses. You took two, handing one to Levi. “This is how you have fun, Captain.” You clinked your glass against his and the pink drink bubbled as it ran down your throat. You gave him a grin when you saw him sip on it.
“Drinking? Really, Your Highness?” He questioned. “Have some class.”
“This is class.”
“If you get drunk, I’m not carrying you to your room.”
You tilted your head, a smile growing on your face. “What would you do instead?”
“Leave you on the floor.” He turned away but you placed your hand on his shoulder. He glared at you, but you continued smiling.
“Do you want to dance again?” You looked up at your father, who glowered. “The King seems rather unimpressed so far.”
Levi followed your stare. “Unimpressed? Why? We danced.”
“I dance with a lot of people.”
“Dance with fewer people.”
“Why? Are you jealous?” You teased.
He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Jealous of everyone who got to stay in the barracks.”
You shook your head, ignoring his comment. “We need to really impress him. We need to do something that’ll get us on his side,” you explained with a grin as you schemed.
Levi frowned. “I don’t like that look on your face.” He stepped back.
“Get used to it, Captain. We’re going to kiss.”
His mouth fell open. “Absolutely not.”
“Do you want resources? A better chance beyond the walls?”
“Don’t question me now, brat.”
You crossed your arms. “Don’t call me a brat; I’m not one of your cadets.”
Levi nodded. “Yeah. You’re worse.” He pulled you to the dance floor again, making uncertain eye contact with you. “At least my cadets don’t flirt with me. You’re worse than any brat.” Despite his words, he was closer to you as you danced to this song.
You could smell his cologne. It was fancy; it smelled like sandalwood and… tea? A hint of soap? Whatever it was, he was going all out for this ball. You leaned closer to him. “Is the King watching?”
He looked up, then looked back at you. “Yes.” He pressed a hand to the back of your head. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive.”
Levi sighed and looked into your eyes, then at your lips as if he had to reassure himself of every feature on your face. He looked back at your eyes, then pulled you closer by your waist and gently pressed his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened—you weren’t actually expecting him to do it. Still, the softness of his lips drove you wild. His gloved hand on your waist nearly made you melt.
He pulled away awkwardly, looking to the side. “Happy?”
You weren’t sure if it was the champagne or his lips, but you giggled. “Incredibly.” Levi’s focus avoided your eyes. You saw your father staring at you two with an alarmed expression. “I think it’s working, by the way.”
Levi nodded quickly, looking back at your father. “God, I hope so. You can convince your father now, right?”
“I suppose so. But he’ll want to meet with you, I’m sure.”
“Thought so.” He looked at you again, searching your eyes. You wondered what it was he was searching for. Embarrassment? Regret? Or maybe, just maybe, he was searching for hope. In any case, he pulled you close again, then whispered in your ear so you’d feel his warm breath against your skin, “Would you like to meet me in the gardens beforehand?”
Your eyes widened. “You really liked that kiss, huh?”
“I think it could use some work. With enough practice, though,” he paused and his lips quirked into a very faint smile, “maybe I’d come to another ball.”
It was unusual for Captain Levi to end training early. Typically, he would push his cadets until they were almost too weak to stand. Today was different, however, as he approached his Scouts, telling them traning was done today, and then disappearing.
Armin stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought. Everyone was trying to figure out what on earth possessed Captain Levi to end training so abruptly. That's when Armin had an idea.
Eren shook the blond gently, "Hey, Armin, you still in there?"
He nodded, looking at his group of friends. "I think the Captain ended training to go see Y/N."
Jean snorted and crossed his arms, "Sure he did. I'm pretty sure Levi hates them."
"Definitey not. Those two are practically attached at the hip," Eren interjected. It was safe to say if anyone knew how the two veterans interacted, it would be him.
"You've gotta be joking. There's no way that cold bastard would let someone like Y/N around him that much," Connie said in disbelief.
"Eren is the only one who sees how those two are. We gotta trust his judgment."
"Why is it any of our business anyway?" Christa looked at them. "I mean, if you were them, would you want people prying into your business?"
"Because this is the kinda shit we can us against the Captain!" Jean smirked. "He will never treat us like second-rate soldiers ever again!"
Connie and Sasha both nodded in agreement. Eren gave the idea some thought; on the one hand, Christa was right. Whatever was happening between Captain Levi and Y/N was none of their business. On the other though, Jean was also right. If they had some leverage against him, maybe he would start treating them a little better.
"You guys seriously can't be considering this," Christa gave them a small frown. "I know Captain Levi is strict, but we shouldn't invade his privacy like this!"
"I say we just go see what he could be up to," Eren shrugged. "What's the worst that can happen?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Armin's suspicions were proven right as they found Levi's horse out in the middle of an open field not far from the Scout's base. Across the field, Levi and Y/N were laying in the grass.
"Let's try to get closer and hear what they're saying," Jean whispered as he began to sneak closer to the two. The others quietly followed his lead until they were at the perfect spot to sit and listen.
"You've been overworking yourself Levi," You turned over on your side, tracing lines across Levi's arms. "Don't feel bad about cutting one training short."
Levi sighed, relaxing into your gentle touch, "I just know Erwin has a deadline for when he wants those brats trained, and this break could really hurt my chances of meeting it."
"Well, this was much needed. For both of us," You gave him a smile. "Besides, we don't get much alone time anymore. It's truly a tragedy," You exhaled dramatically.
Levi snickered and rolled his eyes. "You are really something else, aren't you?" He glanced at you, an unusual softness in his eyes.
The cadets watched from afar and were practically stunned to silence. This was nothing like the Levi they knew. He was being.. nice? He was laughing, smiling. It was an extremely strange sight to see.
"Tell you what," Your voice rang through the field, which brought the hidden Scouts back to their mission at hand. "Let's dance," You threw yourself up off the ground.
"Excuse me?" Levi said in disgust. "I am not dancing."
"Oh come on it'll be fun!"
"You know what else is fun?"
"Getting up and dancing with your best friend," You said smuggly.
"No. Laying here and doing nothing sounds way more fun."
You decided to completely ignore Levi's protest and dragged him up off the ground. You pulled Levi against your chest and wrapped your arms around his waist.
"You are absolutely insufferable," Levi scoffed, a blush forming on his face. "How are we going to dance to no music?"
You didn't reply, just started humming softly. He swayed gently as he waited for Levi to give in.
Against Levi's better wishes, he joined you in the gentle sway. Once you knew he was into it, you picked up your pace. Unknown to Levi, you were actually an incredible dancer.
Levi took a glance up at you, and your eyes were fixed on the raven-haired man you held tightly in your arms. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Levi was getting more and more flustered by the second.
You shrugged, tightening your grip on Levi's waist, "You're just nice to look at," You dipped him towards the ground, your hair falling into your eyes.
The two stayed like that for a moment, both unsure of what to do now that they seemed entirely entranced by each other. Levi's heart was pounding as you held him tightly. You felt the same way, taking a glance at Levi's lips every so often. It was an insatiable urge, wanting to kiss your best friend.
On the opposite side of the field, Eren and the gang were extremely invested in this moment. "They're totally gonna kiss," Connie said quietly.
"Oh definitely. I'd be surprised if they didn't," Jean replied, his eyes fixed on the scene in front of him.
Eren was entirely stunned. "I knew the two were close, but I never thought they were in love."
"I think it's so cute!" Sasha was barely able to contain her excitement, her hands flapping back and forth in an attempt to release some of that energy.
You leaned in closer, your lips just barely touching Levi's, "You make it so hard to resist you."
Levi gulped nervously, his body now aching for you to kiss him, "Then stop resisting."
That was all the approval you needed. You crashed your lips together, kissing Levi deeply. Levi returned the kiss, his hands finding their way around your neck.
You stood Levi upright as he carefully pulled away, "I've been waiting to do that for so damn long," You chuckled quietly.
Levi was breathless and his face was a bright shade of red. "I agree," He tried to compose himself.
"I knew it!" Connie yelled, immediately realizing his mistake after.
Levi spun his head toward the group, who was poorly hidden behind a few bushes, "What the hell are you guys doing here?" He started to move towards them.
"Shit, run!" Eren called out as the group scattered in different directions.
Levi growled in annoyance, getting ready to chas after them, but you stopped him, "It's not worth it. Let's leave them be right now, yeah?"
Levi hesitated, but agreed, "I hate those kids," He leaned his head on your chest, taking a deep breath.
You laughed and hugged Levi tightly. There was something so comforting about being able to hold him like this, even given the current circumstances. "Yeah, I hate them too."
can I request a lil drabble for levi having a crush?
A/N: yes bb you can, here you go some Levi for your day <3 Hope you enjoy! Any feedback is welcome.
Warning: none, some fluff and stubborn Levi
And as he sits there he loses count of how many times he caught himself carding his fingers through his hair, smoothing the hairs back over and over again. In this shadow of war where peace could be play-pretend for at least this hour, his attention didn’t lay on the food being brought in nor his fellow comrades sitting around him and spitting jokes. No, his eyes were always drawn to your table. Your dirty field uniform was replaced by a clean garb, your hair brushed through and your skin finally free from dust and specs of blood. And for all he’s known, he has never been this attentive to anyone else. Never noticed this minute of details on them unless it was on an enemy that he planned to exploit.
Good grief..
Has it always been this way with you? Have his thoughts always been plagued with your safety, health, looks, mood? - And when his heavy gaze had gotten noticeable he drowned in his cup to avoid answering anyone’s questions, diverting their attention elsewhere before they picked up on it. “I’m going on a walk”, it was all he could say as the lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him, leaving the table in longer strides. Under the veil of his cold facade he felt his warm blood flowing faster, his heart pacing at a speed he didn’t expect at such a merry occasion. And when the cold wind caressed his exposed skin he placed a calloused hand over his heart, feeling the thump under his hand. The air felt freezing in comparison to his skin. His cheeks are heavy with the need to.. smile? God knows he will never admit it with that stubborn mule head of his that could rival Erwin’s own hard-headedness. Yet he could not deny it, not even for a moment. Levi could swear high and love and pretend he feels nothing but bloodlust but his own body would betray him every time.
So just for a moment of hope, of respite and loneliness under the moon’s gentle glow, in this gentle night breeze- he allows himself to feel. To experience this feeling of fondness he shares for you.
“Love..” he thinks, the thought bittersweet on his tongue.
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Your line of work was non-conventional, of course, but it paid the bills nicely and there were worse things to be doing. You’d got into it completely by chance through a connection made at your old job. You worked at one of the seediest bars that side of town – which was saying something – but an ex-boyfriend had helped you get it and other work was hard to come by. It was a slow night, so slow you’d already cleaned the bar three times by the time there was a patron. He looked out of place to the usual clientele that would fill the bar over the weekend - tall, brunette, wearing glasses and dressed entirely in black. He asked for a whisky on the rocks and sat at the bar stool, it squeaking slightly under his weight. You nodded, poured the drink and then went to start your usual patter in the hopes of picking up a tip when he held up a hand, silencing you.
“No need.” He slid a few notes across the bar, far more than what that pour of liquor was worth. “For my drink, and for listening to what I’m about to say.”
Well, that certainly piqued your interest, though you knew you would’ve felt uneasy about it if Riku wasn’t in your eyeline – the tall, steroid-powered bouncer by the door would’ve been over like a shot if you gave him a wave.
“Go on, then.”
His name was Kyu. He was looking for some information about a certain regular you had on Saturday nights. He said it was a business issue, but you could read between the lines. He wanted to know if he had a regular drink, seat, who his company was… And, if you were able to supply that information, there’d be more money in it for you.
You didn’t have to think too hard – the pay here was awful, your boss saying your wage was subsidised enough by the generous tips the weekend crowd threw in. You were at least 95% sure it wasn’t a real functioning bar, just a money laundering scheme. The job market had been difficult and you couldn’t bear the thought of moving back to the countryside with your parents. You were scraping by, making ends meet and the idea of extra money to cover the bills that month would be nice.
He'd asked you to load all the information on a USB stick he provided – your crappy laptop barely hanging on to life, but it made it through creating the document at least – and he gave you the address off where to drop it off. Yadorigi Café. He greeted you like any other customer and you slid the stick over to him, before he retrieved an envelope of money and bid you good day. Easiest money you ever made.
Which is why the next month, when the bar had been busted by the cops and your place of employment made a crime scene, you found yourself back at that counter, pleading.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
“Nope,” he shrugs, cleaning a glass methodically. “Sorry.”
You groan, dumping the last copies of your CV on the counter - fed up of handing them out in every bar, café and shop you’d come across on the way here.
“I can’t get work anywhere. Surprisingly, people don’t trust you if your employment history is blank, or if you put down your last place of employment as one that made national news.”
“It was a one-time thing…” He begins but, thankfully, as if by divine intervention, the café phone rings. You sulked into the coffee that Kyu had given you – another one-time thing he’d stressed –and tried not to eavesdrop on the conversation. “Now?” A pause. “It’s a pretty inconvenient time for me.” A sigh. “Fine. I’ll be with you in half an hour.” He hangs up and rubs the bridge of his nose.
“You gotta go – I need to close for a while.” The bell rings over a door as a group of women come in, sheltering from the rain.
“My apologies, ladies…” Kyu starts but you interrupt.
“Come on in out of the rain, please.” You smile, gesturing to one of the empty booths. Kyu gives you an incredulous look.
“I can watch the place while you’re gone. I’m barista trained,” you whispered, stabbing your finger at the part on your CV.
“I’m not going to hire you,” he scoffed.
“I’m not asking you to. Please. Just give me a cut of the profits in the time you’re gone, huh? Like, tiny, just of whatever they buy.” He stares at you in disbelief. “Please, I’m desperate.”
Kyu looks at the ladies now getting settled in the booth – it would be hard to get them out now and, as much as this is a cover gig for him, he does have a reputation to uphold.
“Fine. Gimme your ID.”
“My ID?” You raise an eyebrow.
“You think I’m going to leave my establishment to a total stranger? I need collateral.”
You dug your purse out of your backpack and retrieved the card, handing it over. He didn’t even scrutinise it for long, slipping it in his apron pocket and turning to the occupied booth.
“Ladies, I’m afraid I have to go out to deal with a personal errand. But don’t worry”, he yanked you forward by your arm, “Honey’s here to take care of you.”
Honey?
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That had been a couple of months ago. Kyu had sent you away after he’d returned, delighted to see the place was not ransacked or razed to the ground, before sending you away with some cash that should get you through another week if you were careful. Those ladies you’d served and apparently charmed with your service, however, turned out to be part of a lunch club and recommended the establishment to all of their friends. It became hard for Kyu to keep up with dealing with the informants and assassins that popped in through the day, and serve the groups of people now filling up his booths on the regular. It was then that he’d called you – you’d stuck a CV in one the drawers, just as a reminder, as you were heating up the last cup of flavourless noodles from the back of the cupboard, asking if you were interested in working there… Under a false name, of course.
You were good at identifying those who had genuine café interests and those who were there for other purposes. Kyu didn’t let you deal with the initial conversation, but, as time went on, he did begin to trust you enough to allow you to take the information off informants and hand over payment when he wasn’t around.
For the past month or so, there’s been a dark-haired man taking up space at the counter. He’d come in one late morning near the start of your employment, alongside a blonde man when you were cleaning the booth tables. They’d seemed a little suspicious of your presence, but Kyu had offered them reassurance. Kazuki and Rei - you’d learned a little later on. Kazuki was there on his own sometimes, but Rei had started coming in on his own – sometimes with a book, sometimes with a game on his phone as he slipped on some orange concoction Kyu had shown you how to make, before he’d entertain you in any sort of conversation. It turned out you shared a love of video games. You’d used your most recent batch of tips (old ladies are generous to a sweet young lady, it seems) to invest in a second-hand console and were excited for recommendations. He’d even brought in some games for you to borrow…
It's on another rainy afternoon when Rei enters to find the stool at the counter already occupied by Hiro, one of Kyu’s newest recruits and he scowls. This isn’t the first time he’s been unable to sit at the counter when he’s visited. Kyu didn’t seem impressed by Hiro’s work and didn’t seem to have offered him anything since, but he’d started coming in for drinks and you could hardly kick him out in front of legitimate customers.
Rei gives you a small smile as he heads, slowly, to a booth near the front. You smile back and start preparing his usual drink without a word.
“Honey,” Hiro drawls, using the name Kyu had bestowed on you months ago, “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh,” you reply, a little annoyed at his persistence. “No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Well, that’s a shame.” He smirks, spreading his arms across the counter. “A pretty thing like you? Who keeps your bed warm at night?”
“I have an excellent electric blanket, actually.”
“Oh, you’ll break my heart with all this talk.”
“Ah, well, you’ll get over it.” You reply, dryly, stepping out from behind the counter to deliver Rei’s drink to the booth. You can’t help but notice his phone is lying face down on the table, and his fists are clenched as you approach.
“You okay?” You raise an eyebrow as you place the drink down – he looks unusually tense.
“Is he bothering you?” He asks, in a low voice.
“Hiro? Er…” He is, a little, if you were being honest, but he’s harmless enough. “No, he’s fine.” From the scowl that remains on Rei’s face you know he doesn’t believe you.
“Hey, did you see they’re releasing a second edition of Morio Kart over the winter? Looks fun!”
“Mm.” He nods, “it does.” But his eyes are still trained on Hiro at the counter. Despite there being three stools up there, Hiro has placed himself right in the middle, spreading his legs wide enough so no-one would dare sit besides him. Rei’s not an idiot, he knows he’s done it deliberately.
“Well, let me know if you need anything else, okay?” You smile warmly, squeezing his arm briefly before turning back to the counter – wary of leaving it unattended too long.
“Good, you’re back! I was getting lonely.” Hiro quips.
“You, lonely? Impossible.”
“See, that’s what I like so much about you, Honey. You’re so witty.” You can see why Kyu hasn’t given him any work since – he’s incredibly dense.
“Can I get you something else to drink?” You hint. His glass has been empty for a little while now and he’s shown no sign of moving on. You know he’s not waiting for Kyu, either. He’d been here when he first arrived behind he headed out on a “stock run”.
“Hm”, he pulls out his wallet. “One more, then.”
--
You watch, a little reluctantly, as the last group of ladies of the lunch rush bid you farewell – leaving a generous tip – and head out the door. They’d at least given you an excuse to get a break from Hiro’s terrible pick-up lines every so often. He’d made sure to sip his drink incredibly slowly – there’s still half a glass left in front of him.
Suddenly, Hiro gets to his feet and you let out a breath you’d been holding - he’s finally leaving. He strides to the door and instead of opening it as you’d expected, he flips over the open side to closed, and twists the lock on the door.
“Er, what are you doing?” You asked, perplexed.
“Giving us some much-needed private time, Honey,” he smirks, returning to his place the counter. “Come sit beside me, hm?” His hand pats the stool besides him.
“Look, I’ve told you already – I’m not interested in you like that...” Your stomach sinks. You’d have to volley yourself over the counter to get to the front door and your athletic prowess is non-existent. “And you can’t just lock the door either and shut the place down – you’ll get me in trouble with Kyu if he comes back and finds it like that.” You know Hiro wants to be on Kyu’s good side, so maybe that’ll be incentive enough? Kick some sense into his dumb head?
“Oh, you’re not interested?” He lets out a dry laugh. “Well, I can be pretty convincing when I need to be…”
It all happens so fast. Rei is suddenly behind Hiro and wraps his hand around the back of his neck, before smashing his face against the counter. There’s a loud crunch as his nose breaks against the hard surface. He’d been so quiet this entire time you’d forgotten that Rei had still been in the first booth, sitting slightly behind the divider. Silent, unassuming Rei, who apparently had more strength in that slender body than one would expect.
“What the…?” Hiro mumbles, obviously dazed, blood trickling down his nose. “Who the hell are you?”
“Her boyfriend.” Rei grunts, picking him up by the scruff of the neck and hauling him over to the door with minimal effort. He twists the lock with one hand before opening up and shoving Hiro out into the street. The man groans but doesn’t attempt to get up. Rei shuts the door, not locking it – Hiro would be an idiot to come back in and take a swing - and walks over to the counter opposite you, a concerned look on his face.
“Are you okay?” Your heart is thudding in your chest at what transpired over the last few moments. You know you should definitely be more concerned of what Hiro thought was going to happen, but there’s only one thing on your mind in that second.
“My boyfriend?”
Rei’s face flushes red. “It… It came out before I knew what I was saying. I couldn’t stand the way he was all over you.”
“Boyfriend?” Your brain is stuck in a loop.
“I mean, I know I’m not, that we’re not…” His face is growing redder by the second. “I should go.”
He turns to leave but you lunge forward, grabbing hold of his sleeve and pulling him with a strength you didn’t know you possessed back to the counter.
“Please don’t.” He looks confused at that for a moment, before settling his arms down on the surface. “What I mean is… I like you too.”
An adorable smile creeps across his face. It’s most likely the adrenaline, you decide, but to hell with it. You lean forward, grab hold of his shirt and yank him into a kiss. It’s messy, heated, and tinged with a citrus taste when the bell over the door rings and you pull apart like deers caught in the headlights. Kyu’s in the doorway, a knowing look on his face.
“Well, I was gonna ask why Hiro’s sat in the bins with a bleeding nose and crying, but this might explain it.”
