may I pretty please ask for "fuck you." / "i'm flattered, really, but no thanks." with Levi? 🥰
Hell fuckin yeah you can! Thanks for sending in an ask!!
"Fuck you" - Levi ackerman x gn!reader
Warnings: angst(???), swearing, arguing, modern day AU, roommates, gn!reader
A/N: I just wrote without thinking so sorry if this makes absolutely no sense, and no smut, sorry..
You walk towards the shared office where you know Levi is sat, doing paperwork diligently as if his life depends on it.
Being roommates with Levi wasn't easy, but you had learned how to avoid him when you knew he was having a bad day.
Maybe today you had just felt a little more adrenaline than usual, so you open the door without knocking, on your way to the table where your apartment mate sits.
"Levi. We need to talk" You say with a stern voice, not caring that you are interrupting his work.
He looks up from his papers and sighs, putting his pen down. "What y/n."
His words have a sharp edge to them as he speaks, you know you are in for it this time, yet you still keep going.
A second passes after you take a deep breath in for strength, "Where did you move my laptop to?" You look into his eyes, not backing down after you accuse him of touching your belongings.
The room is silent before he scoffs and stands up, "What are you talking about? I didn't touch it." There's the tone you are so familiar with, the tone where he is annoyed and just on the cusp of being done with your bullshit.
"Don't play dumb. You cleaned the living room, that's where it was" Your arms cross over your chest, knowing full well you are going to regret this decision.
His hand moves from where it was on the edge of the table, now on the bridge of his nose. It's one of his ticks, he pinches the bridge of his nose when he's trying to calm himself down or just needs a second.
His cerulean eyes open, his gaze drilling through you. "You must be mistaken, y/n." His lips turn into a small smirk, one that would go unnoticed by anyone who hadn't been in such close quarters to him for years. "As I said before. I didn't touch your laptop."
The gruffness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, it catches you off guard. Unable to retort for what feels like forever, and in that time he speaks again.
"You know I hate repeating myself. And I have told you twice now that I didn't move your computer. Don't make me say it again." His words are as clear as the lakes you two grew up swimming in.
Your eyes roll, and you speak without thinking. "Fuck you." Your words come out like daggers, hurdling towards him like he is at a circus, standing against the wall awaiting one small mistake that can leave him with a scar.
And then he replies, "I'm flattered, really, but no thanks." His response is calculated, ice cold like icicles that had just fallen off the side of a roof. As if he didn't even have to think before processing what you had said to him. "You should check under your blanket, I know you had it in your room."
And with that he goes back to his work. Acting like it never happened.
