Levi: Confess.
Y/n: What?
Levi: Confess, Y/n.
Y/n: But-
Levi: RIGHT. NOW.
Y/n: Ok. I LOVE YOU!
Levi:
Y/n:
Levi: So, it wasn't you who stole my tea?

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
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Andulka

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
taylor price
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Levi: Confess.
Y/n: What?
Levi: Confess, Y/n.
Y/n: But-
Levi: RIGHT. NOW.
Y/n: Ok. I LOVE YOU!
Levi:
Y/n:
Levi: So, it wasn't you who stole my tea?
Words yearned to be spoken
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The fire cracking, water boiling, and the feeling of mother's embrace around him. Tucking his neck unto the crook of Kuchel's neck, he lets out a soft sob, "'Ma.. come back," he whimpered, "where 're you, 'ma...?" then another.
A hand came up to ruffle the boy's hair, softly combing the strands, running through soft silks. A soft sigh came out from the woman's mouth, "Hey.." she quietly mused, looking down at her poor baby having another nightmare. Small, soft hands clinging unto the fabric of her white gown, as if holding on for dear life.
"Don't go, 'ma..." a soft, sleepy whine before a soft chuckle erupted from her throat, leaning down to kiss Levi's forehead, and upon that action, he stirred awake, looking up to see his mother, the woman her birthed him, the woman who did her very best to raise him, standing before his very eyes.
He blinks the sleepy tears away, sitting up against his mother's lap. Malnourished arms wrapping around her as she holds him tight, "Don't 'ver leave me, mama..." he murmured. Shifting to hug his mother tighter, boney hands tightening it's grip.
Kuchel nodded, a soft smile gracing upon her lips, "I won't, sweety. Ever..." she whispered, pressing her lips against her son's hair, taking in the softness, Levi turned his head to look at her more clearly, "Now, let's make tea, shall we?" She mused with that same gentle smile.
Earning a nod from Levi, she slowly stood up, placing Levi down to stand on the old creaking floorboards slowly. She walked over to the boiling hot tea pot, her hair gracefully swaying as she downed the fire. Nimble fingers taking the tea pot's handle, she placed it aside on the table, before turning to grab the tea and two cups.
"'omma.." A small voice spoke up, "Do you pr—romise?" He added, waiting for his mother's reply.
With her back still facing him, she spoke up, "Promise what.?"
"That you 'ill never leave m'," he says in almost a desperate pleading tone, "'romise...?" At that, Kuchel slowly turned around, to reveal it wasn't her. No, it wasn't her. Her face is blurry—no matter how many times the boy blinked, she seemed to be speaking but her voice muffled.
"....'omma..?"
"...I can't keep a promise, Levi..." she softly muttered, pulling back, "I'm dead, you need to wake up."
I'm dead, you need to wake up. Those words repeated in his mind, tears slowly prickling the corners of the boy's eyes as he looks at to what seemed to be... no longer his mother.
"No—" a desperate plea, "No 'ma! No—!"
...
The sound of thunder shook him awake, soft taps of the rain against the window, the room cold, tense.
Sitting up, he realized it was all just a dream, it truly was a dream. He had no other choice but to sit there, reminiscing those times he's had with his beloved mother.
He couldn't hold it any longer, no, the tears are winning.
Only... if only he had been able to learn what those words meant sooner, he would've said it. If only he's able to see her for the last time, he would've not waste the chance and say it, those three precious words he wants to say to her, to Kuchel.
"I love you, ma..." he muttered under his breath, his head dropping to his hands as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I love you." If only she had got to this point.
"I love you." If only she didn't leave him at a young age. It almost sounds—no, he is—desperate for her to come back, sounding like a broken record.
Oh, how he wished her to see how far he'd come. For her to show how proud she is towards him. For her to see that her once baby boy that she cherished the most in the world is now grown up.
"I love you, mom..."
Bu qala, daşlı qala. Çınqıllı-daşlı qala. qorxuram yar (the fictional man who wouldn't spare me a second glance) gəlməyə, gözlərim yaşlı qala.
i miss him (fictional character that i can rewatch or reread at any time i want)
levi ackerman // fic recommendations
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
ignited
the feeling's mutual
the forgotten day
a river of three crossings
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one million to one
spring cleaning
slow hands
outlier
the bet
blueberry tea and lavender soap
melt
i need you
try
honey, honey (how you thrill me)
dante's inferno
beautiful
regimens
apricity
smoke and mirrors
the short end of the stick
warmth
nothing to lose, vengeance to gain
broken promises.
no man's sky
beg, borrow & steal
the mortal price of crossing twice
I want them so bad you couldn't comprehend it
on our way to Marley
Gn! Hange x Gn! reader
Hange picked up half of the sandwich they were holding, tossing it into the air with a quick flick of their wrist. A nearby seagull swooped down, catching the morsel mid-flight and swallowing it whole. Hange grinned, a glimmer of childlike delight dancing in their eyes. "Did you see that??" They turned to you, completely oblivious to the longing in your gaze.
"Yeah, it was cool," you replied, forcing a smile. You handed them your untouched, fresher sandwich. "But this one is not for the seagulls," you added with a teasing lilt. Hange gave a playful pout in response.
"Alright, alright! I'll eat it." They reached for the sandwich, sheepishly fluttering their lashes in mock guilt. "Though I probably shouldn’t. The waves are making me dizzy. I feel like throwing up" they confessed, a hint of vulnerability in their voice.
You hummed thoughtfully, glancing toward the open sea. "Yeah, Onyankopon did warn us about 'motion sickness' earlier." Your eyes flicked back to Hange, who was leaning forward, elbows resting on the ship’s railing, their focus lost in the endless expanse of waves. God, they looked breathtaking in that grey suit, the sunlight bouncing off the fabric. "You look good," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "grey suits you."
You rarely let compliments escape your bitter lips, but something about this moment made it impossible to hold back. How could you not acknowledge the beauty before you? You would risk everything for just one kiss. Their cheeks flushed, a rare sight, and for a moment, Hange’s usual boisterousness was replaced with a shy smile. "Eh? Are you flirting with me?" they asked, the uncharacteristic shyness tinging their voice.
You scoffed, reaching out and breaking off a piece of the sandwich they were still holding. Tossing it to another nearby seagull, you watched the bird glide away before responding. "You wish," you teased, though your voice betrayed a softness as the scent of saltwater lingered in the air, painting the moment in something more tender.
Hange’s eyes sparkled with that familiar, mischievous glint—one you hadn’t seen in a long time. Not like this, at least. Genuinely.
"Do I?" They turned back to the waves, but their question lingered, pulling at the edges of something deeper between you both.
You swallowed. The words tumbled out before you could stop them. "I wish you did," you admitted quietly, your voice nearly lost in the wind.
Hange froze for a moment, their head tilting slightly as if they hadn’t quite heard you. "Mhm?" they hummed, turning back to face you.
You smirked, leaning into the railing, the distant port of Marley coming into view. "I lied earlier," you said.
Hange raised an inquisitive brow, their interest piqued. "About what?"
You turned your gaze toward the horizon, feeling the tension melt away with the rhythm of the ocean. "I don’t think grey is your color."
They blinked, momentarily confused, before you continued, the words falling easily now.
"You look good in everything."
The grin that spread across Hange’s face was beautiful, lighting up their whole expression in a way that made your chest tighten. That carefree, unburdened version ofthem—the one that made your heart ache with nostalgia—was back. Even if just for a fleeting moment.
"Oh, now you’re definitely flirting," they accused, leaning in closer with a mock-serious tone, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Aren’t you?"
You chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crashing of the waves, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to meet their gaze.
"I am."
Hange’s grin widened, their eyes glinting with a mischievous curiosity. The soft rhythm of the ocean waves hitting the ship filled the quiet space between you, the sea breeze ruffling their short hair. They leaned in slightly, the air around you charged with the weight of unspoken words.
"Are you really flirting with me?" they asked, though their voice was missing its usual playfulness, tinged with something deeper now. Their face was closer, warm breath ghosting over your skin.
Your pulse quickened, but you didn’t look away. The moment seemed to stretch endlessly, the unspoken tension wrapping around both of you. Marley’s port loomed in the distance, but it felt irrelevant—far removed compared to the electricity humming between you two.
"Yes," you breathed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I am."
Hange's hands clasped the railing, and their eyes softened. For once, there was no witty answer or playful reply. Instead, the moment hung heavy in the air.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. You captured their lips slowly. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, as though testing the waters. But then something shifted. Hange responded, pressing closer with a certainty that made your heart race.
The world around you fell away. The wind, the tang of salt in the air, the distant cries of the seagulls—all of it faded into the background. There was only the feel of their lips on yours, the slow, steady rhythm of their breath mingling with your own. It felt like time had slowed, the pull between you undeniable and all-consuming.
When you finally pulled back, your heart was racing, and Hange's breath came in shallow bursts. Then, in typical fashion, Hange broke the silence with a grin that made your chest ache.
"Okay," they whispered, their voice barely above the sound of the waves. "Now you're definitely flirting!"
You smiled, your cheeks flushing warmly. "Yeah," you admitted. "Guess I am."
re-reading ur own fic crazy
on our way to Marley
Gn! Hange x Gn! reader
Hange picked up half of the sandwich they were holding, tossing it into the air with a quick flick of their wrist. A nearby seagull swooped down, catching the morsel mid-flight and swallowing it whole. Hange grinned, a glimmer of childlike delight dancing in their eyes. "Did you see that??" They turned to you, completely oblivious to the longing in your gaze.
"Yeah, it was cool," you replied, forcing a smile. You handed them your untouched, fresher sandwich. "But this one is not for the seagulls," you added with a teasing lilt. Hange gave a playful pout in response.
"Alright, alright! I'll eat it." They reached for the sandwich, sheepishly fluttering their lashes in mock guilt. "Though I probably shouldn’t. The waves are making me dizzy. I feel like throwing up" they confessed, a hint of vulnerability in their voice.
You hummed thoughtfully, glancing toward the open sea. "Yeah, Onyankopon did warn us about 'motion sickness' earlier." Your eyes flicked back to Hange, who was leaning forward, elbows resting on the ship’s railing, their focus lost in the endless expanse of waves. God, they looked breathtaking in that grey suit, the sunlight bouncing off the fabric. "You look good," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. "grey suits you."
You rarely let compliments escape your bitter lips, but something about this moment made it impossible to hold back. How could you not acknowledge the beauty before you? You would risk everything for just one kiss. Their cheeks flushed, a rare sight, and for a moment, Hange’s usual boisterousness was replaced with a shy smile. "Eh? Are you flirting with me?" they asked, the uncharacteristic shyness tinging their voice.
You scoffed, reaching out and breaking off a piece of the sandwich they were still holding. Tossing it to another nearby seagull, you watched the bird glide away before responding. "You wish," you teased, though your voice betrayed a softness as the scent of saltwater lingered in the air, painting the moment in something more tender.
Hange’s eyes sparkled with that familiar, mischievous glint—one you hadn’t seen in a long time. Not like this, at least. Genuinely.
"Do I?" They turned back to the waves, but their question lingered, pulling at the edges of something deeper between you both.
You swallowed. The words tumbled out before you could stop them. "I wish you did," you admitted quietly, your voice nearly lost in the wind.
Hange froze for a moment, their head tilting slightly as if they hadn’t quite heard you. "Mhm?" they hummed, turning back to face you.
You smirked, leaning into the railing, the distant port of Marley coming into view. "I lied earlier," you said.
Hange raised an inquisitive brow, their interest piqued. "About what?"
You turned your gaze toward the horizon, feeling the tension melt away with the rhythm of the ocean. "I don’t think grey is your color."
They blinked, momentarily confused, before you continued, the words falling easily now.
"You look good in everything."
The grin that spread across Hange’s face was beautiful, lighting up their whole expression in a way that made your chest tighten. That carefree, unburdened version ofthem—the one that made your heart ache with nostalgia—was back. Even if just for a fleeting moment.
"Oh, now you’re definitely flirting," they accused, leaning in closer with a mock-serious tone, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Aren’t you?"
You chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crashing of the waves, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned to meet their gaze.
"I am."
Hange’s grin widened, their eyes glinting with a mischievous curiosity. The soft rhythm of the ocean waves hitting the ship filled the quiet space between you, the sea breeze ruffling their short hair. They leaned in slightly, the air around you charged with the weight of unspoken words.
"Are you really flirting with me?" they asked, though their voice was missing its usual playfulness, tinged with something deeper now. Their face was closer, warm breath ghosting over your skin.
Your pulse quickened, but you didn’t look away. The moment seemed to stretch endlessly, the unspoken tension wrapping around both of you. Marley’s port loomed in the distance, but it felt irrelevant—far removed compared to the electricity humming between you two.
"Yes," you breathed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "I am."
Hange's hands clasped the railing, and their eyes softened. For once, there was no witty answer or playful reply. Instead, the moment hung heavy in the air.
Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. You captured their lips slowly. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, as though testing the waters. But then something shifted. Hange responded, pressing closer with a certainty that made your heart race.
The world around you fell away. The wind, the tang of salt in the air, the distant cries of the seagulls—all of it faded into the background. There was only the feel of their lips on yours, the slow, steady rhythm of their breath mingling with your own. It felt like time had slowed, the pull between you undeniable and all-consuming.
When you finally pulled back, your heart was racing, and Hange's breath came in shallow bursts. Then, in typical fashion, Hange broke the silence with a grin that made your chest ache.
"Okay," they whispered, their voice barely above the sound of the waves. "Now you're definitely flirting!"
You smiled, your cheeks flushing warmly. "Yeah," you admitted. "Guess I am."
finally finished my coffee painting
OH MY GOD PLEAASEEEE WRITE RANPO TITTY SUCKING I DIDNT EVEN REALIZE HOW BADLY I WANTED THAT. sorry i had to make this known i beg of thee please 🙏
alkejksefjskljfls nonny, YES! I wasn't planning on writing anything else this year but let's close out 2023 with Ranpo sucking our boobs because we deserve nice things :) also this got way too long and turned into being intimate with him for the first time AND him sucking boobs. lol... I really REALLY like Ranpo
Ranpo x Boobs
If oral fixation was a person, it would be Ranpo.
I just wanna draw Hange with short hair
Hi, Jelly ❤️ How are you? I have a request)))
What about a long distance relationship with Levi? The reader and Levi meet on the Internet in a group of tea and book lovers. Their messages develops into a long-distance romance. She decided she cant wait anymore. As a result, the reader cannot stand it and surprises Levi by coming to his city and suddenly appearing in front of him live
Kenko Panda <3
To touch you.
Levi x fem!reader
Modern AU, romance, love, long distance, meeting, CEO Levi, fluff, flustered Levi.
You finally make the journey to see your boyfriend. You surprise him at work and expect to be sent away, but instead you are showered with romance.
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@youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn
@bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza
@hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously
a convenient masterpost falling under this hot topic :)
disclaimer: all my interpretation
➤ how Levi is once he's fallen in love + how it might come to the surface + soon after
➙ the way to his heart is... ➙ but in my opinion, his type of partner:
➣ what a new relationship with Levi is like
➣ Levi is a whatever-you-want type of guy
➣ would it feel lonely?
▹ he's especially protective ▹ maybe to a (mostly harmless) fault ▹ when he hears that you’re being mistreated by someone
➤ if he almost loses you
➜ Levi’s main love language ➜ like this :') ➜ and this! ➜ he shares❤️ ➜ his kind of love
➻❥ how it's like seeing Levi cry (how he deals with conflict in a relationship and seeking comfort) ➻❥ after his partner sees him crying, what would Levi's reaction be? ➻❥ crying on his wedding
➤ how does he sleep with a partner?
➛ would Levi be the kind of person who loses an argument because he gets emotional? or because he just doesn't wanna fight with you? ➛ is Levi the kind of person to go to bed angry, or hash out any issues before bed? ➛ other things about arguing
➯ intimacy at the beginning ➯ when you show him you want him... :') precious ➯ he reallyyy likes attention later, but he doesn't know how to initiate it... ➯ showing you for the first time
➤ when your family wants to meet him
► what would make Levi feel loved and cared for? ► his reaction to you showering him with love
➤ would he want kids?
➳ sex is a precious topic ➳ afraid of hurting you and other thoughts ➳ and if it goes wrong... + another ➳ but in general? ➳ some more musings. ➳ sex drive how he would let you know he's in the mood (NOW STOP SENDING ME THIS QUESTION)
▶︎ specially domestic headcanons ▶︎ helping you move furniture
⪼ will he make the first move?? don't hold your breath. ⪼ every single conceivable romantic or flirtatious signal will go right over his head.
➤ a good gift
➯ caring about you on your period ➯ while you're pregnant
➤ does Levi get jealous in a relationship?
➤ how does he reassure you?
➤ why would he leave?
➤ Levi isn’t a fan of pda, but he makes up for this in a few ways
levi masterlist | main masterlist |
updated 09/15/24
IT LOOKS SO SOFTTTTT
hiiii! i saw your post about wanting something to write about, so i’ve got a question for ya! what’s your favorite screencapture and/or fanart of levi?
*slides this low quality image to you.* crisscross applesauce levi 🥰
Levi’s little criss-cross-applesauce position is so cute because he’s just so “whatevs” about what he’s seeing lol
But ugh there are so many Levi scenes to choose from. I love this one because Papa Levi leading his group like😍
And then idk what it is about the scenes that specifically pause on Levi to show his emotions that get me like 😍
As the flames rose to her Roman nose
and her Walkman started to melt