Quinnyy

Writer/Poet ♡

[quinnywhinnyy]

So people just can't understand some people are here just to read

i just commented on her post that taking someone's crouch areas picture is disgusting imagine a male doing that to a female character. I love levi too , but this is way too much obsession with a person and atp it's harassment.

it okay to write smut but this is creepy and weird and my exact comment was "ew this is disgusting imagine a male doing this to a female character". and this creater was shadow banned too the first time she posted this. So the one who speaks the truth ends up getting blocked

[formerlyluckymanticore]

Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.

[quinnywhinnyy]

alot of us are on your side jsyk. aphroditaeon prefers levi totally ooc as a r*pist. see her comments on any ao3 fic where he is a r*pist and she's having the time of her life saying he's better than canon levi who would never hurt a woman like that. she even comments softer and fluffier smut fics to point out one sentence that could be creepy or r*pey taken out of context. she doesn't like levi ackerman, she likes him as some shitty 50 shades abuser knockoff.

levi is a sexual object to these braindead fangirls & nothing more. his personality doesn't matter which is why they change it to whatever they want even if it's against his canon character completely.

do what the rest of us do; block and ignore them, then concentrate on finding other fans who feel the same as you do. as much as they hate it, we are out there. :)

Thank you anon 🥹♥️.Appreciate it.(was really demotivated to post fics from these few days cause of this drama but fuck it we ball 😝)

[quinnywhinnyy]

Early Morning Shenanigans જ⁀➴

My 6th fic lol ⚝

Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ

Genre- fluff ʚɞ

Modern Au ʚɞ

The first thing Levi registers is the warmth. A familiar, comforting weight pressed against his chest, and a soft, rhythmic puff of breath against his neck. The second thing is the tickle. A constellation of tiny, fleeting kisses being peppered across his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

He cracked one eye open. The morning light was a pale, milky gray, filtering through the curtains. He could just make out the top of your head, your hair a chaotic mess against his shoulder.

"Mm," he grumbled, his voice a low rasp of sleep. "You're up."

"Mmhmm," you hummed against his skin, your lips brushing his stubbled chin. You pressed another kiss there, then one on his nose. "Good morning."

"It's too early for this," he muttered, but his hand, of its own accord, came up to rest on the small of your back.

"It's never too early for this," you whispered, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You proceeded to trail a line of kisses down to his collarbone, then back up, each one deliberate and slow.

Levi let out a huff of a breath. It wasn't annoyance. It was a sound of defeat. "We have to get up. We're going to be late."

"We're not going to be late if we just... don't go," you mumbled against his throat, your lips brushing his pulse point.

"Get up," he said, his tone firmer this time, but his hand on your back tightened almost imperceptibly. "If we're both late, there will be rumors. You know how people are. They'll think we were..."

"Weren't we?" you interrupted, lifting your head to look at him with wide, innocent eyes. You propped yourself up on an elbow, your hair falling around your face like a curtain. "I mean, it's not a rumor if it's true, is it?"

Levi gave you a flat, unimpressed look. "We are not having this conversation at six forty-five in the morning."

"What's wrong with six forty-five?" you asked, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead, then his left eyelid. "It's a perfectly respectable time to be... affectionate."

"It's a perfectly respectable time to be getting ready for work," he countered, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he let out another soft sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as you kissed the tip of his nose.

"You know," you murmured, your voice taking on a wheedling, persuasive tone, "I heard it's supposed to rain later. We'll get wet and dirty. It's just going to be miserable."

"We'd be fighting our boss's temper," Levi corrected dryly.

"I'm a very good fighter," you said, completely unbothered, and kissed his cheek again. "And you're very warm. And I'm very comfortable. It's perfect. Nothing happens if we're just a little late. The world won't end. My emails will be there tomorrow. Your reports will still be there." You gave him a sweet, pleading smile. "Please?"

Levi stared at you for a long moment, his grey eyes searching yours. He looked like he was doing complex math in his head, weighing the pros and cons. You saw the exact moment his resolve crumbled, just a little. He let out a long, weary sigh that was the sound of total surrender.

"Fine," he said, the word sounding pained. "Ten more minutes."

"Ten!" You cheered, and immediately burrowed back into his chest, peppering his face with a frantic, happy series of kisses. "You're the best. The absolute best."

"I know," he said, and you could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest. "Now be quiet. And stop moving."

Two hours (and a lot of ten-minute increments) later, you were both finally out of bed. You sat at the kitchen counter, watching Levi move around the kitchen with practiced efficiency. He was making omelets, the scent of butter and eggs filling the small, sunlit space. You'd offered to help, but he'd just given you a look that said you'd only get in the way, so you'd taken a seat and enjoyed the show.

He slid a plate in front of you, the omelet perfectly golden, a sprinkle of fresh chives on top. You took a bite and let out a small, happy sigh.

"I love you," you said, mouth full.

"Eat," he said, sitting opposite you with his own plate. He was already multitasking, eating and checking his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. A second later, he sighed. "My team's already sending emails. It's fine."

You watched him for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. You stabbed a piece of tomato with your fork and held it up. "Here. Open up."

He gave you a flat look. "I'm not a child."

"It's a peace offering for keeping you in bed," you said, wiggling the fork.

He held your gaze for a moment, then sighed again, his shoulders dropping. He leaned forward and took the tomato from your fork, chewing methodically. You beamed at him.

"You know," you said, leaning forward, "we could just... call in. Say we're both sick. It's the perfect excuse."

Levi didn't even look up from his plate. "I would absolutely not do that."

"Oh, come on," you coaxed, stabbing a piece of mushroom. "What's a little white lie between colleagues? We have a good excuse..."

"We have a meeting at ten," he interrupted, his tone final.

"We have a meeting at ten," you mimicked in a deep, grumbly voice, then sighed dramatically. "Fine. But I'm not happy about it."

You both finished eating. You collected the plates and rinsed them, while Levi went to the living room to gather his things. You followed him, leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. He was shrugging on his button-down shirt, his movements efficient and precise.

You watched him for a moment, then moved forward. "Here, let me."

He stopped and gave you a look, but didn't protest. You stepped in close, the familiar scent of his cologne, clean, crisp, a hint of cedar, washing over you. You started with the bottom button, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his undershirt. You worked your way up, your touch lingering a little longer than necessary on each button.

He stood perfectly still, his eyes fixed on yours, a silent challenge. When you got to the top, you smoothed your hands over the crisp, white fabric of his collar, flattening it. You then reached up to fix his hair, which was a little tamer than it had been this morning, but still possessed a slight, rebellious wave that he always claimed was 'unprofessional.' You ran your fingers through it, gently pushing a stray strand back into place.

"There," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "All set."

He didn't move. His grey eyes were dark, unreadable. "You messed it up in the first place."

"I did," you admitted, a slow smile spreading across your face. "I'm a terrible influence."

"You're a bad influence," he confirmed, his voice low.

You leaned in, your lips brushing his. "You love me."

He didn't say anything for a second. Then, his hand came up to cup the back of your head, tilting it slightly. He kissed you. It wasn't a rushed, hurried peck. It was slow and deliberate, a quiet, solemn promise that spoke louder than any words.

When he pulled back, his thumb traced your cheekbone. "Genuinely against my will," he murmured.

You laughed softly, your heart feeling like it was about to burst. You leaned your forehead against his, just breathing for a moment.

Then you pulled away with a dramatic groan, pressing a hand to your temple. "Ugh. Actually, Levi... I'm so tired. I feel... kind of weird."

He frowned, his hand dropping to your wrist, checking your pulse with practiced ease. "Weird how?"

You let out a shaky sigh, slumping against him. "Just... dizzy. And my throat's a little scratchy. I think I might be coming down with something. I don't think I can make it in today."

He studied your face, his gaze sharp and calculating. You held his stare, trying to look as pitiful as possible. After a tense moment, his expression softened, just a fraction.

"You're faking," he said flatly.

"I'm not," you insisted, but the slight smirk tugging at your lips betrayed you.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "You're impossible."

"And you're the director," you said, batting your eyelashes. "You can handle one day without me. Besides, if I'm not there, no one's going to gossip about us being late together. I'll just tell them I'm sick."

He stared at you for a long, silent moment. Then, to your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, rare, and so soft you almost missed it.

"Fine," he said, grabbing his wallet and keys. "Stay. Rest. Don't burn the place down. I'll deal with the team."

"Really?" you perked up instantly, all traces of sickness gone.

"Really," he said, giving you one last look. "But if I get a single passive-aggressive email from upper management about your absence, I'm blaming you."

He rolled his eyes, fond and exasperated, and walked out the door. The lock clicked behind him.

You stood there in the quiet apartment, the ghost of his kiss still on your lips. You smiled to yourself, already planning how to be a 'bad influence' all over again when he got home, but for now, you were going back to bed.

Requests are open btw ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

[quinnywhinnyy]

She’sss Soo cuteee and Levi’s soo smoll smoll

I love the found family plot so muchhh 😭

[quinnywhinnyy]

Hate Cookies જ⁀➴ ♡

My 5th fic lol ⚝ Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ Genre- fluff ʚɞ Word count - Approx 800 ʚɞ Modern Au ʚɞ

The classroom was still buzzing with the echo of your final rebuttal when Professor threw his hands up and dismissed everyone with a pointed glare in your direction. The topic had been absurdly mundane, Should the campus library ban all food to preserve book integrity?, yet you and Levi Ackerman had somehow turned it into a twenty-minute philosophical slugfest.

"You're just saying that because you want the world to be as sterile and joyless as your personality," you'd shot, slamming your notebook shut.

Levi didn't even blink. "And you're defending your right to smear Cheeto dust on eighteenth-century manuscripts. That's not passion, that's a biohazard."

Students fled like it was a fire drill. Erwin and Hange, sitting in the back row, had long since stopped taking notes and started taking bets.

Class officially ended seven minutes ago, but you were still standing by your desk, jabbing a finger in Levi's direction. He stood with arms crossed, perfectly pressed collar, his face set in that infuriatingly calm mask that made your blood simmer. "Just admit that some rules exist for a reason," he said coolly.

"And just admit that you hate fun, human interaction, and anything with flavour."

"I don't hate flavour. I hate mess. There's a difference."

"There is no difference between you and a brick wall," you huffed, grabbing your bag. "We're done here."

Levi's eyes tracked you as you stomped toward the door. "We never are."

You didn't grant that a reply.

Two hours later, you were up to your elbows in flour, aggressively rolling out sugar cookie dough in your tiny off-campus kitchen. Hange sat on the counter, swinging their legs, licking a buttercream-smeared whisk with far too much delight.

"I hate that guy," you announced, pressing a star-shaped cookie cutter into the dough with more force than necessary. "I hate his stupid, clean-fingernailed, sanctimonious..." smack. Another star. "Ugh."

"You baked him cookies?" Hange asked, peering at the cooling rack already loaded with little moons, hearts, and one extremely misshapen middle finger that you'd crafted with surgical precision.

"Full of hate cookies." You moved to the frosting bag, swirling vanilla buttercream with angry flourishes. "Each sprinkle is a crystallised drop of my loathing. The chocolate chips are pure spite."

"Uh-huh." Hange hopped down, swiping a finger through a smudge of flour on your cheek. "And the fact that you're using that fancy dark chocolate he once mentioned he liked...?"

"A coincidence." You batted their hand away, leaving a fresh dusting of flour in your hair. "The universe aligned to mock me."

"The universe aligned to put frosting on your lip, too," Hange said, grinning as they pointed.

You licked the corner of your mouth without thinking, catching a taste of sweet vanilla. Whatever. It didn't matter. You were too busy packing the finished cookies onto a plate and wrapping it in cellophane with a level of aggression usually reserved for prison escapes.

Hange watched, chin in hand. "You're going to deliver them now, aren't you?"

"Obviously. Rage won't deliver itself."

Levi was exactly where Hange had tipped you off he'd be, alone in his dorm room. You knocked three sharp raps and didn't wait for an answer before pushing the door open. He was at his desk, a book open, wearing a plain grey sweater that somehow still looked ironed. He turned, grey eyes flat. "Do you know how to knock and wait?"

You slid the cellophane-wrapped plate directly onto his open textbook. "Full of hate cookies."

Levi looked at the cookies through the wrapping. He took in the stars, the hearts, the unmistakable middle finger. His mouth twitched, barely. "You frosted a hand gesture onto a baked good."

"It represents my feelings with stark visual honesty." You crossed your arms. "Eat one."

He unwrapped the plate with careful deliberation, selected a star, and took a bite. Chewed. Swallowed. "Not bad."

Your jaw dropped slightly. That was the closest thing to a compliment Levi Ackerman had ever given anything. "Did you just...?"

"Don't let it go to your head." But his gaze had already dropped to your face and caught there. "You have flour. And frosting."

"What? Where?" You'd thought you'd gotten it all.

He sighed, the long, put-upon sigh of a man constantly burdened by your existence. Before you could react, he reached up and swiped his thumb across your cheek first, brushing away the flour smudge, then moved to the corner of your lips, grazing the frosting. The touch lingered, featherlight, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and then back up. "Disaster," he murmured, but there was no bite in it.

Your face went nuclear hot. "I'm gonna kill you."

The corner of Levi's mouth actually lifted, a ghost of a smirk, there and gone. "Now, is that any way to talk to your future husband?"

You flicked him on the forehead.

He flinched slightly, more out of surprise than pain. And then, before he could say a word, you leaned in and pressed your lips gently to the exact spot you'd flicked, a soft, lingering kiss right on his forehead.

When you pulled back, Levi's ears were burning red, and his carefully composed expression had cracked into something wide-eyed and unguarded.

From somewhere down the hall, a muffled shriek of "I TOLD YOU, ERWIN, PAY UP!" drifted through the closed door.

Neither of you acknowledged it.

Requests are open btw ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

[quinnywhinnyy]

The Useful Kind Of Annoying ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

My 4th fic lol ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Pairing- levi x reader ෆ Word count- Approx. 700 ෆ Genre- fluff ෆ

The candle on Levi's desk had burned down to a stub, and still his pen scratched on. You'd given up on sleep an hour ago, or rather, you'd given up on sleeping in your own cold, empty room and decided to hog his instead. His bed was yours now, all of it, your legs folded up and your back rocking gently against the headboard as you watched him work. Occasionally you'd flop sideways, touching your head to the mattress, then rock back up again like a restless cat claiming every inch of territory.

He didn't look up. Not once.

You huffed. "Do you ever stop? Genuinely. Is there a version of Levi Ackermann that isn't doing paperwork at midnight?"

"There's a version that throws you out of my room if you don't shut up."

"Empty threat." You rolled onto your stomach, chin propped on your hands, feet kicking idly behind you. "Who are you trying to impress, anyway? Erwin's asleep. The walls are asleep. I'm barely awake because you refuse to come to bed."

His pen paused. Just a beat. Then continued. "I'm not trying to impress anyone."

"Mm. Sure." You tilted your head, a slow grin spreading. "So it's not for some secret love interest? Someone you're writing long, heartfelt reports for? Maybe someone with really nice handwriting you're trying to match?"

Levi set the pen down with deliberate precision. His grey eyes finally lifted to you, flat and unimpressed. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot," you corrected sweetly. "At least, I assume so, since I'm the only one allowed to take over your bed. Unless there's someone else. Is there someone else, Levi? Should I be jealous of the ink stains on your fingers?"

"There is no one else."

"So it is me," you said, pointing at yourself with both thumbs. "Knew it. You're working yourself into an early grave to provide for your beloved. Very romantic. Very tragic. I'll weep beautifully at your funeral before I move into this room permanently."

His eye twitched. "You're insufferable."

"And yet." You rolled onto your back again, arms spread wide, taking up even more space. "You keep letting me in."

Silence. Then, so quietly you almost missed it: "I think about arguing with you when I can't sleep. It's very effective. Don't ask why."

You stilled. The candle flickered. Slowly, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, frowning at him. "But you have trouble sleeping. Like, you barely sleep at all."

"Exactly."

It took a moment. Your brain caught up, and when it did, your face crumpled into something dangerously close to soft. "So when you can't sleep, you imagine me nagging you until you pass out from irritation?"

"It works," he said, utterly deadpan. "You're exhausting in the most useful way."

You stared at him. "I hate you."

"No you don't."

You crawled off the bed and crossed the room before he could retreat, fingers diving into his hair and ruffling it until it stuck up in every direction. He caught your wrist immediately, grip firm, glare murderous.

In a soft voice, barely above a whisper, you said, "No, I don't."

His glare faltered. Just a fraction. Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, and you didn't pull away.

Then he clicked his tongue. "Eh, brat. I'm gonna kill you."

You beamed down at him, heart stupidly full. "Sure. And I'll like it."

For a second, something flickered in his eyes, exasperation, affection and that particular flavour of disbelief he reserved only for you. He didn't let go of your wrist. Instead, he tugged just enough to make you stumble closer, your knees bumping his chair.

"You're a menace," he muttered.

"Your menace." You leaned in, still grinning. "Now stop thinking about arguing with me and actually argue with me in bed. You need sleep, and I need someone to steal the blankets from."

Levi exhaled through his nose, long and slow, the sound of a man accepting his fate. He set the paperwork aside. "Fine. But if you kick me, I'm putting you on the floor."

"I'd just climb back up."

"I know." He stood, hand moving from your wrist to the small of your back, steering you toward the rumpled sheets you'd already claimed. "That's why it's so effective."

You laughed, letting him tuck you in before he slid in beside you, your legs immediately tangling with his. Within minutes, his breathing evened out, your fingers still resting against his hair.

Arguing with you, huh. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and decided you were perfectly okay with being the reason he finally fell asleep.

Requests are open btw ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ (I lwk made this fic cause in the last one reader was the nightmare but in this one reader is the person that makes levi asleep) ˖Ი𐑼⋆

[quinnywhinnyy]

A Map of Places We Never Went જ⁀➴ ♡

My 3rd fic lol ♡ Pairing- levi x reader ʚɞ Word count- 1030 ʚɞ Genre- Angst-fluff ʚɞ Warning-Eventual death

The light through the window was that soft, dusty orange you only got right before sunset. Levi was sitting on the edge of the bed, quiet, still, the way he always was after a long day. You were on the couch, legs thrown over the armrest, watching him watch you.

"You're staring," you said.

"No I'm not."

"You literally are." You twisted onto your side, grinning. "It's fine. I get it. I'm very watchable."

He made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a sigh. Then, quieter, almost like he hadn't meant to say it out loud, "Your eyes are beautiful."

You stopped. Blinked. Levi didn't just say stuff like that. Not like that. Not so plain.

A grin crept across your face, the kind that spelled trouble. "Oh really? Beautiful how? Like, give me details. Is it the colour? The shape? The way they're currently looking at you like you just handed me a winning bet?"

"Don't."

"No, no, you started this." You sat up properly now, tucking your feet under you. "So tell me, Levi. Would you want your kids to have my eyes? Little ones running around with your scowl and my eyes. They'd be terrors. You'd be wrapped around their tiny fingers in a week."

His face went red. Not a little pink. Red. The blush crept down his neck and disappeared into his collar.

"We are not having this conversation."

"We are absolutely having this conversation." You were fully laughing now, delighted. "Can you imagine? A whole squad of tiny Ackermans with my lashes. Levi Junior would glare at his food like it personally offended him. Little Miss Levi would judge everyone before she could even walk. You'd love them so much you'd forget how to be grumpy."

"I am not grumpy."

"You're blushing like a tomato."

"I will physically remove you from this room."

"You won't." You stood up, stretching your arms over your head, and wandered over to him. "Because you like me too much. You've thought about it, haven't you? A future. A family. Little things with your stubbornness and my chaos. Keeps you up at night."

He didn't answer. His jaw was tight, but his eyes, that pale winter grey, were wide open. Unguarded. Yours.

You climbed into his lap, settling your knees on either side of his hips, and he let you. His hands found your waist like muscle memory. You leaned in and started kissing his face. His forehead. That little crease between his eyebrows. The bridge of his nose. Each eyelid, feeling his lashes flutter against your lips. You were giggling, a soft bubbly thing, and he breathed out slow like he'd been holding it for hours.

"You're ridiculous," he muttered, but his grip on you tightened.

You pushed him back onto the mattress and he went without a fight. The sheets rustled. You hovered above him, hair falling around both your faces, and the laughter faded into something quieter. Heavier. You looked at each other, really looked, and the whole room narrowed down to the space between your mouths.

He started to lean up. His lips parted. The kiss was right there.

Then he turned his head away. His cheek hit the pillow. His hands slipped from your waist.

The silence was loud.

Your smile didn't vanish fast. It sort of crumbled, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but something tired and sad. You reached down and cupped his cheek, turning his face back to yours. Your thumb brushed the bone under his eye. You could feel the slight tremble in his jaw, the way his breath came uneven now. His lashes were wet.

"Levi." Your voice came out different. Softer. Like a song heard through a wall. "When are you going to confess? I know you love me. It sits in your throat like a swallowed star, burning all the time, and you never let it out. You know I love you too. So why won't you say it? Even if I had just a little time left, even a handful of days, I'd want them to be full of you. Let me be the flame you held, not the warmth you were too scared to touch."

His breath stuttered. His eyes got wet. He stared up at you like you were the only thing in the world, and something in him cracked open. His lips parted. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing, and then his voice came out, hoarse and raw and barely a whisper.

"I... I love—"

You pressed a finger to his lips. Gentle. Final. The words died against your skin.

"No." Your voice was barely a breath. "No, Levi. It's too late now." Your smile was barely there, a ghost of something that used to be bright. "I'm already dead. The last expedition. You still have my cloak on the table. The blood's dried into a map of all the places we never went. I don't want to haunt your dreams anymore. Please. Let me be a happy memory. The laughter before the quiet. Not a shadow that drinks the peace from your sleep like it's stealing something precious. It won't ever change the fact that I love you. Like the sea loves the shore. Helpless. Forever. Even when the world forgets its own name."

A tear slipped down his cheek. His hand reached for you, trembling.

But the room went cold. The edges of everything blurred. You faded like breath on glass, and his fingers closed on nothing.

Levi woke up gasping. Sweat on his skin, sheets tangled around his legs. The barracks were grey with early dawn, that pale blue light just before the sun showed up. He sat there, breathing hard, hand pressed to his chest like his heart was trying to escape. For a moment he just stared at the wall, the dream still clinging to him like cold water.

On the table, your cloak. Folded neat. The stains dark and old.

He stared at it. The sun came up slow, painting the room gold. The wind tapped at the window like a visitor who knew better than to come in. He didn't move.

And somewhere, in the quiet, he could almost hear you laughing. But it was just the morning. Just the light. Just him, alone, with a cloak he couldn't bring himself to wash, and the taste of words he never got to say.

request are open btw ♡ and The person who made this possible @nana707-21 ♡ (and btw am a nana fan too lol)

[quinnywhinnyy]

Idiots જ⁀➴ ♡

So I have a lot of unedited fics written(it takes me approx. 20-30 min to edit one) , if y'all want i can post one more today it's an angsty one (tell me in the comments if y'all would like that).I was gatekeeping all this by not posting them lol.♡

The room was dark. Not pitch black, just the kind of dim that settled after the candles burned low and neither of you bothered to light new ones. You were on the floor, backs against the wall, shoulders not quite touching. Somewhere in the barracks a door creaked, but in here, nothing moved.

Levi's hand was wrapped around yours.

You couldn't remember when he'd taken it. Maybe minutes ago. Maybe hours. Time had gone strange, the way it always did after an expedition went wrong. Faces you'd never see again flickered behind your eyelids every time you blinked, so you'd stopped blinking. Just stared down at your joined hands, at his thumb moving in a slow, steady rhythm over your knuckles.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Over the ridges of bone, the valleys between. He didn't say anything. Neither did you. Words were useless anyway. You'd learned that early on. Crying didn't bring anyone back. Talking didn't fill the empty bunks. All you could do was sit in the quiet and let the weight of being alive press down on you until it felt less like a punishment.

His thumb kept moving. It was the only thing anchoring you, the only sensation you could track. You watched it like it was something sacred, this small, repetitive motion that said I'm here, you're here, we made it through another one.

You were so focused on it that you didn't feel the tear building until it fell. A single drop, landing on the back of your own hand with a soft, pathetic little splat.

Levi's thumb stopped.

You heard him exhale, something shaky and unsteady. "Wait, no." His voice was rough, scraped raw. "You can't cry."

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Another tear slipped free, betraying you completely.

"Because then I'll cry, and..." He trailed off, and you felt his grip on your hand tighten, almost desperate. Then, so quiet you barely caught it, "Oh shit, you're crying."

The crack in his voice undid you. You turned your head just as he turned his, and his eyes were glassy, silver gone liquid in the darkness. His jaw was clenched so hard you could see the muscle jumping, but his hand, his hand was so gentle as it cupped your face, thumb swiping clumsily at the wetness on your cheek.

"Tch." He shook his head, a tiny, defeated motion. "Now look what you've done."

And then he pulled you in. Not gently, not carefully. It was the kind of hug that was more collision than comfort, your face crushed against his chest, his arms locking around you like you might dissolve if he let go. You fisted your hands in the back of his shirt, felt the rapid thud of his heart beneath your ear, and broke apart completely. "You're an idiot," he muttered into your hair, voice still thick. You sniffled against his shirt. "Takes one to know one."

Requests are open btw ♡.

[quinnywhinnyy]

Late Night Shenanigans ♡⋆˙

This is my first fic so feedback will be appreciated .English is not my first language so sorry if it was disappointing.

The pillow fight started because of a stupid feather. You'd yanked it out of the corner of your pillowcase and flicked it at him. That was it. That was the whole reason. And then Levi had shoved his own pillow into your face, not hard, just enough to make you topple sideways on the narrow bed with a wheeze. For ten solid minutes the tiny room above the barracks was nothing but muffled laughter, flailing limbs, and the soft thwump of cotton hitting cotton. It was the kind of dumb, breathless joy that only existed after midnight, a whole other life tucked away in the dark where no one could see.

Then Levi froze on top of you, his hand clamping over your mouth.

Outside, voices. The late patrol changing shifts. You couldn't make out the words but Erwin's low murmur was unmistakable.

Levi didn't move. You didn't either. The moonlight caught his eyes as his expression flickered from playful to alert and back again. His thumb brushed your cheekbone once, soft, almost apologetic. His lips grazed your forehead.

"Quiet. Sleep."

He dipped lower, pressed a quick kiss to your lips, barely there, then rolled off and turned his back. The blanket rustled. The act was on.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop grinning. The voices outside faded into nothing. You waited. His breathing slowed into something too even, too controlled to be real. It was a flawless imitation of sleep, posture rigid, every muscle arranged just so.

The moon had shifted, a pale stripe falling across the bed and catching the sharp lines of his face. The proud brow. The straight nose. The chubby cheeks. The slight pout of his lips, slack in pretend slumber.

You couldn't help it. You reached out.

Your fingertips brushed his hairline first, tracing the edge of his undercut where the soft black strands stopped. Then down the sculpted curve of his cheekbone, over the faint scratch of stubble that would make him scowl in the morning. You outlined his jaw. The little dip below his lip. The slope of his nose. Each touch was a secret, a tiny rebellion against everything outside that door. Here, like this, he was just yours.

You were tracing the shell of his ear when you noticed it. A tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. The kind of involuntary spasm he'd kill someone for.

A slow smile spread across your own face.

"Oh, you're awake," you murmured, all fond accusation. You poked his cheek. "You absolute bastard."

His eyes snapped open, molten silver in the moonlight, narrowed in fake anger that couldn't quite kill the twitch still hovering at the corner of his lips. "Tch. Brat. I told you to sleep."

"Can't. Too busy mapping out all the lies on your face." You shifted closer, nose nearly touching his. "I'm gonna eat you here."

One unimpressed eyebrow lifted. "Threats? In my own bed?"

You answered by kissing him. Not a peck this time. A real kiss, slow and deep, your lips slanting over his with an intensity that had nothing to do with the pillow fight. He made a low sound, surprise or approval, you never could tell, and his hand came up to tangle in your hair, keeping you there for a long, breathless moment.

When you pulled back, gasping a little, you didn't go far. You ducked lower instead, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the sharp edge of his jaw, then down to the taut tendon of his neck. And then you bit down. Hard enough to sting. A sharp little punctuation mark that made him hiss and jerk beneath you.

"Oi, demon." His voice was more breathless than angry. His hand fisted in the back of your sleep shirt.

You laughed against his damp skin. "Deserved."

What followed was chaos. Limbs everywhere. Levi trying to wrestle you into a headlock with absolutely zero commitment, you nearly kneeing him in the stomach while giggling into his shoulder. It lasted maybe a minute before exhaustion won and the last scraps of adrenaline bled away.

You ended up on your back, Levi a warm, solid weight half-draped over you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. The bite you'd left on his skin was hidden now, pressed somewhere against the pillow or your collarbone. His breathing finally evened out for real, the tension draining away as sleep pulled him under.

You dragged the rumpled blanket up over both of you, fingers finding their way into his hair, tracing lazy circles at his nape. The moon kept its quiet vigil. Outside, nothing moved. Tomorrow you'd be soldiers again, sharp salutes and clipped orders and careful distance.

But right now, in the stolen dark, he was just Levi. And he was yours.

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and let sleep take you, snug and safe, smothered in the best possible way.

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