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tay/taylor. thirties. she/her. writer. elder emo. one spooky bitch. mage. multifandom af. vegan. scud's babygirl. levi's brat. eddie's sweetheart. elder scrolls nerd. professional home cook. mouth of a sailor. siren. make it pink. gamer. virgo sun, aries moon, sag rising. feminist. vault hunter. horror fanatic. my other ride is a broomstick. this blog is not light-mode friendly.
You ever listen to (a) song/songs and it/they just... get(s) your brain going?
Yeah... That's how I landed here on Tumblr, making/writing this post. I'm a music person. I live and breathe music. It's such an important part of my life. A day without music doesn't exist for me. And sometimes, a particular song - or well, particular songs just let me feel things I have to write down - like through stories, messages - or this here.
This is probably going to be a very emotial and rambling post. Okay, wow, that just sounded way more negative than this is actually going to be. This isn't supposed to be a sad post. It's supposed to be melancholic and... filled with gratitude, but not sad.
My main point of this post is to say: Thank you.
Thank you to all of you out here on this platform. To everyone who supported me throughout all these years. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting and interacting with my stories. I'm so happy they could reach SO many people. Touch their hearts, and just... putting a smile on their faces. Thank you for that. For me, personal, as a writer there's hardly a better feeling than knowing your fanfictions reached and touched people. I'm beyond grateful for that. Writing is my love. My passion. I need it in my life. It's my door to another world.
What I'm also grateful for is this community here. I connected with so many people; found so many friends and mutuals. It's wonderful. We're from all over the world but the interests and love we share for writing, certain fandoms or characters or shows or actors or musicians, it connects us all - and to me, this is just beautiful. I found friendship on here - and I wouldn't miss it for a second. @muddyorbsblr @fictive-sl0th @angelwings-crossbowstrings @levislolita @angelicarlert - just to name a few. There are SO SO many more - and I appreaciate all of you. I see you and I love y'all. Please feel hugged.
All of you guys unknowingly carried me through so much. Your stories carried me through so much. Through so many chapters and years of my life so far. This was and will always be my escape place. A place where I can be the dreamer, writer and fangirl I am. Thank you for that. I feel so loved and appreciated on here. I feel seen. You brought and will always bring out the best of me - both when it comes to writing and, in a way, on a personal level as well.
Together, we are strong - and I stand with that. We are all sharing the same passions - and that will connect us forever. No matter where we are from or what language we speak. So... Again, thank you all for being here. For being friends and mutuals. For carrying each other. For helping each other. It's beautiful.
For anyone who is interested... The songs I was talking about earlier was mainly this one..
maddie you stop it right now i'm gonna start crying 😭
i fangirled the fuck out when we became mutuals, and now being able to say we're friends??? it's an honor. i love our long messages & discord calls where we talk about not just writing, but anything. what started as just being tumblr moots has turned into an irl friendship (still technically only online because we're on two different continents, but you know what i mean lmao) & i couldn't be happier.
wishing you nothing but the best in your continued time here. i can't wait to see what you come up with 🌸
p.s. since you're such a music girlie, you should 100% make a spotify playlist for malia...just saying 👀
thanks for answering my ask, i'll come off anon now!! i was the one who asked for clarification on your requests/headcanons.
if possible, i would loooove to see some headcanons for levi as a husband, in canonverse (to soldier/squad leader!reader.) i'm in my 20s lol so i welcome angst, fluff, smut, etc -- anything you want and gets your creative juices flowing! if i could ask one additional request: only the superior officers know (erwin, hange, miche, etc.) i find it funny when people beneath him in rank might say, "HE'S married?!"
no prob if this is something you can't do. i was thinking of doing this one myself anyhow, but with your levi being so in character, i'd love to see what you come up with!
how cute! thank you for requesting!
cw: nsfw content
➺ Your marriage is the Survey Corps' best-kept secret. Levi doesn't intentionally keep your marriage a secret. He just doesn't think it's anyone else's damn business. You don't advertise it either so the secret persists.
➺ Erwin knows, because he's, well, Erwin. Hange knows because you can never hide anything from Hange. Miche knows because he took one look at the two of you six years ago and just went, Yeah.
➺ Everyone else thinks you're simply two squad leaders/captains who are suspiciously close. Nobody questions why you're constantly in Levi's office because you're also a squad leader. You're just discussing work. No one questions why Levi brings you tea because he's known you for years. Nobody questions why you're allowed to touch Levi because... actually, they do question that one.
➺ The first time it slips is when someone accidentally overhears you call him "my husband."
➺ Eren finally yells "Your WHAT?" while Levi doesn't even look up
➺ Meanwhile absolute pandemonium breaks loose. "CAPTAIN LEVI IS MARRIED?" "How long have you been married?" "YOU'RE MARRIED TO HIM?" of which that last one irritates him because, in his words, "Why is that the surprising part?"
➺ Then it kind of clicks to everyone, how Levi would adjust your harness before expeditions, how you'd drink from his cup, how he'd let you steal food from his plate, how you'd walk into his office without knocking, how you call him "Levi" while everyone else calls him "Captain." Also, there's the fact that Levi once allowed you to put your feet on his desk and somehow you survived.
➺ Husband Levi is ridiculously domestic, but he's still Levi, so he doesn't gush about how much he loves you. Instead you understand that him saying "Your tea's getting cold" means "I made this for you and if you don't drink it I'll be very sad."
➺ You always have clean clothes, your uniforms always get repaired when they're torn, your blades are always sharpened, your boots are always polished, and once, you mentioned a button that was loose and it was miraculously fixed by morning.
➺ He constantly complains about your cleaning habits regardless of how clean you actually are. You could be the second cleanest person within the walls, but you married the first.
➺ Sometimes just to tease him, you'll purposefully move something on his desk by like two inches. He'll notice immediately and move it back, and you move it again. It usually ends up with him asking "Do you want a divorce?"
➺ Levi is very different with you behind closed doors. He relaxes much more with you. Sometimes he'll lean against you, and that's when you know he's exhausted.
➺ Levi doesn't ask to be held. He just shifts toward you until his shoulder is touching yours, then his head, then somehow you're holding him. If you ever point it out, he leaves.
➺ Levi sleeps better beside you. You've been a miracle for his insomnia. It's not a cure-all, but he feels safer with you there.
➺ He has a habit of grabbing onto your shirt (if you happen to be wearing one) in his sleep, of which you have no intention of telling him.
➺ Being married doesn't stop you from being fellow soldiers, though. You're not his helpless spouse waiting at home. You understand his responsibilities because you have similar ones. You understand survivor's guilt.
➺ You hate when he hovers over you, but he still does it anyway. He can pick out your silhouette among dozens of soldiers. If your squad is running late, Levi becomes way more unpleasant to deal with.
➺ You also argue like an old married couple, but the reasons behind the fights are incredibly petty. You've been together too long and you know how to irritate each other.
➺ Hange has witnessed you argue about who finished the tea, whether Levi's handwriting is legible, whether you actually hogged the blanket last night, who stole whose pillow, who left the window open, and how many times one person can reorganize one cupboard.
➺ Levi is private about physical affection. In public, especially around subordinates, you might get a hand on your back, his fingers brushing yours, or him adjusting your collar. Behind closed doors, he's much more affectionate. He likes having you close.
➺ Kissing Levi after years of marriage is much different from kissing him when your relationship was new. There's less hesitation now. He knows exactly how you like to be kissed, and you know exactly how to make him lose his mind.
➺ Sometimes kisses are soft and sleepy before bed. Sometimes they're quick kisses exchanged before an expedition because neither of you wants to acknowledge the possibility that one of you might not return. And sometimes you haven't been alone together for weeks because military life is exhausted, so the second you finally get privacy, Levi is locking the door behind you.
➺Levi will take many opportunities to wake you with his mouth between your legs in the morning. You usually have to bite the pillow to stay quiet, because the last person you want hearing this is fucking Hange who will tease you until the end of time.
➺ Levi never outright says he wants you, but he'll lock the door behind him and wrap his arms around you before kissing your neck. His hands exploring your body is usually his way to signal he's DTF. And usually it's just because he can't believe that you're his and he's spent too much time secretly admiring your beauty in public where he can't act on it.
➺ Privacy is rare in headquarters, so Levi is an expert at silence. He usually swallows your gasps and moans and murmurs near your ear, "Keep it down, honey."
➺ Husband Levi doesn't babble sweet nonsense during sex, but the way he says "Good" in a low strained voice when you're taking him has you absolutely folding.
➺ Levi prefers positions where he can watch your face. Levi wants to see what he's doing to you, wants to catch the moment you come.
➺ He's very good at keeping a straight face around everyone else after thoroughly ruining you the night before. You could be sitting stiffly at breakfast, avoiding eye contact, and Levi would sit his tea while he nudges your foot with his under the table.
➺ Levi is the most physically affectionate after sex. It's when he's most vulnerable. He likes lying close enough that your bodies are touching. He might rest his hand on your waist or stomach. He doesn't like to immediately get up and leave.
➺ Actually, he doesn't like when you get up and try to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I need water."
"Later."
"Levi—"
"Five minutes."
Then five minutes becomes twenty.
➺ Levi's favorite thing about being married to you is coming back to his room where your stuff resides. Your clothes beside his, your boot beside the door, two cups instead of one, your side of the bed.
➺ Sometimes you wake up before him and catch him looking at you, and then he'll reach over and brush your hair away from your face.
➺ Because in this life, with Titans and paperwork and soldiers who need him and an entire world that never seems to stop demanding something from him, he's found solace in you. You're still here, and that's all he needs.
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Dead Dove. Bittersweet Saccharine deals with heavy themes, including childhood trauma, physical and emotional abuse, alcohol, crimes, death, addiction to drugs, and sexual violence. These topics may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your mental health.
➴ hot coffee with the perfect amount of sweet cream | when my dog lays his head in my lap | when the two love interests finally kiss for the first time | uncrustables | enchiladas | indian curry | sushi | mango margaritas with a tajin rim | sour beers | when my husband laughs at my jokes | sriracha | the color pink | when my cat lays in the sun on our deck | pilates | fake dating tropes | big sad men | taco bell | concept albums | first bite of a summer watermelon | coke zero enthusiast | chipotle bitchin' sauce |
who am I ? .𖥔 ݁ ˖
➴ INFJ | 4 | virgo sun | gemini moon | sag rising | a daughter | a long distance best friend | a dog mom | a cat mom | horse girl | a survivor | dog walker | hair model | graphic designer | fit model | home owner | ACE child | a wife | a creator | liberal | old man lover | cheesy romance lover | pennsylvania resident | gamer | river rat | book worm | introvert | a writer | california native |
things I read & write ⊹₊✎⋆.
➴ romance | dirty talk extraordinaire | angst | sad men | complex scenarios | messy dynamics | m/f | morally gray characters | emotionally damaged men defender | hurt / comfort | yearning | age gaps |
what I love right now ˚₊ · »-♡→ updated 07. 16. 2026 ˚₊ ·
➴ michael robinavitch | jack abbot | mel king | cassie mckay | samira mohan | baran al-hashimi | trump having a terrible week | andrew pope cody | chia seed pudding | alani nu cherry slush or orange flavor | reading rabbot fics | lofi girl youtube station | mayor mamdani | all my friends having babies | being an auntie | sunshine | warm weather | kinktober plans | game!joel miller | playing stray | making cute collages | lux by rosalia | smosh reads reddit stories | I survived stories |
thank you to my angel girl @gothic-pumpkin for tagging me in this. love you long time 🫶🏻 one of the main things i listen to on spotify is a playlist i made for my oc (vec), so she's 100% to blame for this (i also (mostly) am a 'i listen to everything' kind of person (i say mostly because i just can't get down with country, i don't care who it is)). if you see this, join in! i'd love to see what y'all enjoy listening to 🤭
no pressure tags for the homies: @holdmytesseract @littlerequiem @lightning-hawke @sixpennydame @veratrance @nightthawkss @angelicarlert @millermouth @pearlessance @bumblebeeonthistle & anyone else who wants to participate 🌸
summary: the first thing Levi sees when he wakes up is you.
tags/warnings: injured!Levi/reader, soft!levi, fluff, hurt/comfort
wc: 750 (excerpt from call my name)
You lean back against the tree behind you, eyeing Levi from the corner of your eye. You reach out to touch his hair, running your fingers through the smooth strands. “You idiot,” you mumble. “That move with the thunderspear was stupid. But I guess you already know that, right?”
You feel a little silly talking to an unconscious person. Still, you keep going. “Just promise me you’ll wake up soon, alright?”
With a wistful smile, you pull your hand away. Or rather, you would have if a hand hadn’t suddenly snatched your wrist, keeping you in place.
You gasp.
Because when you look down at Levi again, his one uncovered eye is wide open and directed at you. He opens his mouth, making the stitches pull at the tender skin on his lips. “I…heard your voice…”
You just continue to look at him for a moment. But then, it all hits you.
He’s awake. Levi’s awake.
You throw yourself at him and only recall last second to take care not to crush him.
It’s weird. Having to be careful with Levi.
You grab the hand clutched around your wrist and take it into your own, bringing your lips to his bandaged knuckles.
His lips twitch weakly before he winces in pain. You can feel his body tense, his hand in yours clenching. Meanwhile, you just sit there, overwhelmed with so much relief that it almost feels like you’re floating.
After a moment, he regains his bearings. His eye scans your body in that assessing way he’s doing after every battle, every mission. You sit completely still, letting him do his thing.
When he’s satisfied, his gaze lands on your face. His eye softens. “I’m glad…that you’re alright.”
You press your lips together. “Levi. You throw yourself in front of a fucking thunderspear for me. And that’s all you have to say?”
“Yes, so? That was the whole point of throwing myself in front of a thunderspear, after all,” he says dryly.
Tears gather in the corners of your eyes. You blink them away, angry. “Don’t you get it? You can’t just – I can’t–“ You pause, taking a deep, shuddering intake of breath before continuing, “I can’t lose you too!”
Levi just looks at you.
You immediately feel bad. All anger seeps out of you, as fast as it had appeared and instead, you just feel like a complete jerk. “I’m sorry,” you whisper.
“It’s alright.”
You stare at each other for another long moment. Then, you slowly lean closer, bracing yourself on each side of him, careful not to put your weight on him. “Do you think,” you whisper, “that I can kiss you?”
His eye glints in the darkness and when he doesn’t say anything, you gently brush your lips against the corner of his mouth, taking care to stay away from the stitches running across his lips.
A small, contented sigh escapes him, and he reaches out a hand to cup your jaw. The bandages feel rough on your skin, but you still cherish the closeness. “Do you want something to eat?” you ask. “At least drink something.”
He accepts the waterskin from you, and you help support his head while he drinks. He grumbles something along the lines of “not touching Four-Eyes cooking with a ten-foot pole,” but begrudgingly accepts your offer of food when you tell him you made it.
With your back to Levi so he can’t complain about you coddling him, you scoop some leftover stew into a bowl, using the back of a spoon to mash the roots and cut the meat into smaller pieces to make it easier for him to eat.
His bandaged hands are clumsy and stiff, and when you hand him the food, he almost drops it. But before you can so much as offer to help him, he scowls, “I’m not some helpless brat that needs feeding.”
“I know,” you say.
He just huffs before proceeding to eat the food. When he’s finished, you take the bowl from him, fluff the makeshift pillow he’s resting on and pull a blanket around him. You know you’re pushing your luck with the coddling when you tell him to get some sleep – a sentence you’ve said to him at least once a day for the past four years, if not for longer.
But to your surprise, he doesn’t scoff or wave you off as usual. Instead, he hums lightly, lashes fluttering as he closes his eye. “I’ll try,” he murmurs. “For you.”
snippet from chapter 59 also uploaded to ao3<3
masterlists: more excerpts | more of my Levi works
summary: She came to the Scouts in chains she couldn't see, loyal to a man she didn't respect, bound for a mission she didn't believe in. Esmé had no intention of staying alive long enough for any of it to matter when she met three people from the underground, lost two of them, and found herself stuck with the third. Then came three children she'd burn the world for. Levi Ackerman was never part of the plan, and neither was surviving.
information: levi ackerman x oc, canon compliant, canon-typical violence & death, slow burn, enemies to lovers, angst, found family, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff
status: ongoing (approximately 60 chapters, spans the entire story)
fic playlist | main masterlist | AO3 link
shoutout to @chuuyay and @levislolita for beta-reading for me <3
