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I see red!
Summary: you text them on your period (can you tell I’m not having fun with mine?)
Feat: Levi, Eren, Armin, and Jean
Warnings: periods, slightly suggestive, afab!reader (but still gender neutral!)
Levi!
Eren!
Armin!
Jean!
Can you tell that i am suffering from my period currently? This shit SUCKS
If you have anything you want to see lmk!! I’d love to do more of these <33
Keeping you safe
ꕥ Pairing : Yandere! Levi Ackerman x Reader
ꕥ Synopsis : There’s nothing wrong with protecting the one you love most right? He’s right, Levi is risking everything for you.
ꕥ Word count : 4.4k
ꕥ A/N : This is very much inspired by the Netflix show “You” , hope you enjoy :)
ꕥ TW : yandere behaviour, stalking, invasion of privacy, vouyerism, masterbation, kidnapping, betrayal, deception, indoctrinated behaviour, stockholm syndrome, jealousy, mentions of character death, non-con, dub-con, misunderstanding, smut, pinching, slapping, bondage, bdsm, sadist ideas, OLD, hyper obsession, possession, marking, fingering, wall sex (LOL), psycho neighbour tings, mental illness, forced love, unreciprocated love, abuse (?), a whole lotta smut, obvious joe goldberg kin, 18+
You hold onto the heavy box as you walk up the stairs into your new apartment, huffs and puffs leaving your lips as you drop it to the floor with a loud thud. What a massive pain in the ass, theres like 10 more of these and you're suppose to somehow bring them up the stairs, since the elevator decides to stop working right when you move in.
On top of that, its almost the beginning of Summer and you've just so happened to be blessed with weather so hot you feel like your body is melting.
Great, you've always been so lucky.
Your attention gets drawn to the apartment next door to yours, a tired-looking man wearing a black suit turning around to lock the door to his apartment, his dark hair falling neatly on his face.
This must be your new neighbour.
"Heyy" You call out smiling, wiping the sweat that formed on your forehead.
He raises his eyebrows and looks down at the box, putting two and two together.
"Ah, you're the new girl, nice to meet you" He looks back up at you, his cold grey eyes glaring into yours.
You put a hand out to greet him and he shakes it firmly.
"I'm Y/N"
"Levi " He replies before letting go, stepping back and switching his gaze to the box in front of you yet again.
"That's all you got?" He chuckles, and you scratch the back of your neck embarassed,
"Uhm, it's all i managed to carry, the rest are downstairs"
He looks down at his sleeve, sliding it up to reveal a nice vintage looking watch on his wrist.
" I can help with those, my class doesn't start for another hour or so " He says, and you defensively put your hands up,
"Oh i wouldn't wanna bother you, your professor would probably be mad if you were late "
You say and he lets out a laugh, fixing his tie.
You look at him and knit your eyebrows, you figured he's probably a law student, those wear suits don't they?
"Im, hah, Im actually a professor " He stutters on his words, small smile plastered on his lips.
Your mouth drops in shock and you give him a nudge,
" Im sorry, i would of never guessed" You giggle awkwardly.
He places a hand on your shoulder gently,
"Don't worry about it, it's my first year "
You stay silent, looking up at him making him drop his hand and quickly bend down to pick up your box without saying another word, lifting it as if its light as a feather.
You plop down on your couch and exhale loudly, watching him place down the last box left with a quiet grunt.
"That should be all"
He nods down at you,
"Thank you so much, Levi " You begin, fluttering the bottom material of your t shirt up in hopes of cooling yourself down, "You're a real life saver"
He avoids eye contact, looking down at his hands,
"Ah it's fine, i should really get go-"
You interrupt him by standing up from the couch and walking towards him, making him slowly raise his gaze up your body, focusing on the way your hips sway in the denim shorts you're wearing.
The way he stares at you, its so innocently perverted and that doesn't even make sense.
" No really, i owe you, dinner tonight after work? "
You manage to choke out, trying to ignore the fact he's clearly eyeing your chest.
He stays silent for a few seconds and you gulp, crossing your arms anxiously waiting for an answer.
"Sounds great, i'll swing by at 7"
He finally answers with a smile before making his way towards the door.
You walk behind him and see him out, waving your hand with an innocent smile,
"See you soon!"
"See you, Y/N" He smirks before turning around, his voice deepening as your name rolls off his tongue. You quickly shut the door and lock it before sliding down it with a loud sigh. He's definitely got to be the most awkward but hot guy you've ever met, what's up with that?
You clear your head and start cleaning the house in preparation for the dinner. Once you've done cleaning everything up, you take a quick shower and start making the dinner. You prepare the pasta, deciding on carbonara for the night. Once you finished decorating the plates neatly you check the time and realise you have just about 15 minutes to get ready, that should be enough time.
You quickly change out of your clothes, picking your favourite short dress, the white colour bringing out your curves and as the clock strikes 7, the doorbell rings. You hurry over to open the door, a small nervous smile plastered on your lips.
You watch Levi as he pushes his wet hair back, a dazed look creeping on your face while you freeze to take in the sight, grey sweatpants and a black tank top clinging off his body.
"Can i.. come in?" He asks raising an eyebrow, pulling you out of your trace as you step back and let the door open.
"Y-yeah sorry" You mumble out, quickly stepping towards the dinner table.
He follows after you and takes a seat at the table, letting a small "mm" escapes his lips as he watches you twirl around the kitchen to grab some forks.
"This smells good, Y/N"
You awkwardly giggle and take a seat in front of him, leaning down to put the forks on the table.
"Thank you, i hope you like it i didn't know what to make and-" You trail off before getting interrupted, a small smile tugging out the corner of his lips as he stares at you,
"No it's perfect, thank you"
You begin eating, exchanging small chatter between the two of you. You found out he's a little older than you and lived in the building for quite some time. Your nerves started to settle once the conversation starts flowing, and it felt like only mere minutes have passed.
You press on the screen of your phone, your mouth dropping at the 10pm on your screen.
"What is it?" He asks with a low chuckle.
"It's already 10" You look up into his cold grey eyes as you start clearing up the table, the sparkle on them fading with a frown.
"Shit, i have to wake up at 6 tomorrow"
You put the dishes in the sink and places a hand on his shoulder from behind, making him turn his head and look up at you.
"You should get some sleep, Levi"
He stands up from the table and coughs, whiffs of his cologne filling your senses as he turns around to face you. Your body backs up slightly into the kitchen counter as he gets closer,
"Thanks, i really needed something like this" He lets out a low murmur.
You flutter your eyelashes looking up at him, your eyes scanning his features pausing to look at his lips before looking back up into his eyes.
"My pleasure" You softly say, a blush forming on your face.
He takes a step back and you finally feel like you can breathe when he turns around and starts heading for the door.
You open the door and see him out,
"Feel free to come by anytime" You say as he starts slowly making his way to his apartment, making him pause and look back at you with a smirk.
"Goodnight, Y/N"
"Goodnight"
He enters his apartment and closes the door.
You close your door and bite on your lower lip, this guy really is something different.
___
And thats how it started, the late nights and the movie marathons, you packing him lunches for work and making him tea, even occasionally dropping by his place to clean up when he couldn't find the time to.
You were perfect to him, in every aspect and every way imaginable. The way your laughter sounds so genuine, the way you raise an eyebrow and smile shyly when he makes a suggestive joke, the way you part your lips to speak.
You were so pure and raw, it mesmerised him.
He started focusing less on work because of you, constantly day dreaming of a day you'd finally let him in, the day you'd tell him you felt the same.
Levi knew he has to keep you safe, he has to do anything in his power to protect you, no matter the risk. And thats why, he did what he had to.
___
You stuff your mouth with the remaining popcorn, lifting your head off Levi's shoulder as the end credit scenes rolled on the screen. It started becoming almost like a tradition, every Saturday you'd call him over and pick a movie to watch with him.
You giggled, watching Levi's tired eyes slowly become droopy.
"What? didn't like the movie?" You ask, poking a finger into his chest.
"No! The guy was so insane" He lets out, dusting off his shirt.
"Haha, i know, kinda reminded me of my ex a little"
He lifts an eyebrow and stares down at you, concerned look on his face. Ex boyfriend?
"How so?"
"Ah he was like really controlling and followed me everywhere i went, i ended up running away after we broke it off "
"Im sorry" Levi lets out, lowering his gaze.
Silence falls between the two of you before you stand up from the couch, throwing a pillow at him to lighten the mood.
He stands up and throws the pillow back, lazy smile creeping on his lips.
"Im gonna go sleep"
"Boo, old man" You laugh, laying back down on the couch.
___
He stares at you, smile slowly fading from his lips as his mind starts wondering to other places remembering what you said.
How could he sleep peacefully knowing a man might be out there looking for you? Looking to cause you harm, to...take you away from him.
___
"What?" You flutter your eyelashes, and he shakes his head before making his way quickly towards the door.
"Night you brat"
"Night" You yell out before hearing the door click shut.
___
The next morning it was a Sunday, he knew you'd be out doing grocery shopping from 8am to 9:30 on the dot, he made sure to note that carefully over the past few weeks.
And so he puts his ear against his own door, listening in closely for the rattling of your keys before your footsteps trailing down the hallway.
He steps out and quietly makes his way to your door, bending down to pick up the spare key you always left under your matt.
He couldn't bare the thought of you possibly getting hurt, of not hearing your laugh again or seeing your pretty eyes sparkle when you looked at him. He had to do something about it, so he started walking around your apartment, placing small wireless cameras in every corner of every room.
"This is right" Levi thought to himself as he fixed up the last camera in your room.
"Im doing this to protect her, im doing this for her.. for us"
He made his way out before locking your door and sliding the spare key under your matt.
He made his way back to the apartment and turned on his laptop, making sure everything was working fine and watching the cameras display your room one by one on the screen.
He smiled as he watched you as you drop your grocery bags on the kitchen table and picking up you phone, typing something down.
A notification blared from his phone and he picked it up, his smile growing larger to see the text message from you.
Y/N
Breakfast at mine? <3
(read 9:35am)
Levi
Be down in a few <3
(read 9:36am)
He replies before locking his phone, biting his lip watching you drop your phone on the kitchen table and smiling before standing up, humming to a tune of a song as your hips swayed while going through the bags. You were an angel, his angel.
___
You quickly take the toast out and place some butter on it, waiting for Levi to come through the door. He always seemed so tired because he overworks himself and you thought a little breakfast might cheer him up.
Levi opens the door and sits down at the table, grinning up at you.
"Good morning chef, what we got?"
You giggle and place the plate in front of him before sitting down next to him with your own plate of food.
"We have eggs and bacon, with some toast on the side" You say dramatically, making him chuckle.
"I gotta say, you make the best food " He mumbles, stuffing his mouth with another piece of bacon.
"I know, you should really start paying me" You give him a wink, making him choke on the piece of food. You laugh and quickly hand him a glass of water,
"Are you alright?"
"Yup- yeah just choking at your ridiculous ego" He chuckles out and you roll your eyes and hit him in the arm playfully.
"You love it"
He stays silent and continues eating. He does. You just know it.
___
No more texts.
No more phone calls no more breakfasts and dinners. No more of you showing any attention to Levi for the past week, you didn't even spend the Saturday with him like you usually do.
He would often watch you sit on your bed and type away at your phone for hours on end, giggling and staring at the screen, sometimes biting on your lip as a flustered expression showed on your face.
Who could you be texting, who got your full attention now?
___
It was Monday night and Levi just finished grading some papers, his mind starting to wonder if you would be asleep at this hour.
What you'd be doing, why haven't you called him over at least once, nothing made sense.
He loosens his tie and unbuttons the two top buttons of his dress shirt, eyes glued to the laptop's screen watching you step out of the shower, towel loosely wrapped around your delicate skin.
His breath hitches as he watches you drop the towel, revealing your naked body right in front of the camera, turning around to stare at your ass in the mirror in your room.
He feels his cock beginning to strain against the material of his pants, and he slowly palms himself through his trousers, quiet groans escaping his lips as he watches you grab at your ass cheeks.
The camera was placed in the corner of your mirror, and you started gazing at your naked body in the reflection, examining all the angles before giving your ass a light smack as a slight gasp leaves your lips.
Fuck
Levi desperately unbuttons his pants, taking his hard cock out and running his hand over it lazily.
Hearing that small gasp, god it made his heart drop.
He watches you carefully sit on the bed, legs parting as you look at yourself in the mirror.
The second your hand dropped down between your legs, he started stroking himself quicker, cursing under his breath as he listens to the sinful moans coming out of your mouth.
As you both neared your orgasm, your moans became more broken and he bit at his lips, his cock twitching as he watches you throw your head back as you cum, causing him to cuss out and finish all over his hand.
"Eren" A moan slips past your lips as you close your eyes and ride out your high on your fingers.
He widens his eyes, anger making them glow as he pants watching you slowly take your fingers out your body plopping down on your bed.
Eren? Your ex Eren? He couldn't believe what he just heard.
___
He quickly cleans himself up before returning to the laptop on his desk, the sound of you moaning another man's name replaying again and again in his head. The pain in his chest grew as he watched you resume to playing on your phone, laying on your stomach as your feet dangle in the air carefree.
You looked so innocent, even after doing something so dirty. He begins wondering if he just heard things, theres no way his angel would moan such a thing.
Your phone rings from the other side of the camera and he nervously turns up the volume of his laptop as you pick it up and point the camera towards you.
"Hey girl" A woman's voice calls out from your phone.
Levi sighs of relief, thank god.
"You wouldn't believe it" You twirl your hair as the other girl giggles.
"Whatt?"
"I've been texting Eren and we're like, meant to meet up"
No.. theres no way..
"Oh my god Y/N, what about Levi? you told me loads about him!"
His face softens, his eyes filled with jealously waiting patiently for your reply.
"I ghosted him, i don't know what to do" You yell out into the phone panicked,
"When are you meeting up?"
" You remember those lunches we'd both have at at our favourite place? We're eating lunch there Friday"
"Ooo"
He shuts the cameras. No more. He doesn't want to hear you any longer, your voice going higher pitched in excitement talking about someone else. Someone that isn't him. It wasn't right, you belonged with him.
He starts searching your name on the web, a quick google search leading him to your own facebook page. Thankfully it was public, and pictures of you and Eren were plastered all over it, making his teeth grit at the sight. He looks at the location in the corner of one of your post, noting it down on a piece of paper. Lunch on Friday at this burger joint huh?
___
Friday 11:30 PM
You do your hair nicely and send a text out to Eren before heading out. You drive down to your old favourite burger joint, excitement rushing over your body as you step inside, sitting down at the booth you’d always sit at.
You place an order and wait for 30 minutes, anxiety overtaking when you still find yourself sitting alone.
You bring out your phone to text him.
Eren
Are you still coming
Im gonna go home
No reply. You sigh disappointed and finish eating your meal before heading back home.
___
Levi watches you cuddle up into bed, sounds of your muffled crying filling your room. He frowns and watches you slowly drifting off to sleep. He did it for your own safety. For you.
___
You wake up, eyes red and sore and head banging from the night before. Slowly bringing your hand towards the running water coming from your faucet.
Ice cold. Fucking great.
You get dressed and grab a towel before leaving your apartment.
___
The cameras flash on and you walk out with a towel, what are you do-
___
*rattle*
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
“Levi could you let me use your shower please?”
Your voice calls from behind the door making Levi jump up from his seat, pressing the power off button in a hurry. What he didn’t realise though, is that it didn’t power off fully.
The door unlocks and swings open,
“Head in, i’ll go make you some coffee yeah?” Levi smiles, looking down at you.
You give him an innocent smile and start walking towards the bathroom,
“Thank you, Levi”
“No prob, dummy”
You smile at the little nickname, closing the door behind you and getting undressed, quickly taking your shower.
Levi was such a sweetheart, although you’ve been avoiding him for days, he acts like nothing happened and just welcomes you with open arms. Maybe Eren not showing up is better, maybe its better this way.
You step out of the shower, a notification coming from Levi’s desk catching your eye. You walk over and slightly run your hand over the mouse, and the sight makes your stomach turn as you let out a gasp.
“What the fuck..” You whisper out, and before you knew it, you felt a hit to your head making your vision blur and dark.
___
You wake up with your hands tied to the back of a chair in the middle of the apartment, wincing in pain at the throbbing headache at the back of your head.
“L-Levi” You stutter, your gaze falling on the dark haired man as he sighs and sits on a chair in front of you. You struggle against the rope, whining as your eyes starting to water, the reality finally settling in.
Levi brings a hand to your face, cupping it and wiping away a tear shushing you.
“Don’t cry.. shh listen to me”
“Let me go!” You yell out, moving your head from side to side frantically.
“LISTEN TO ME!” His voice booms through the apartment making you jump and let out a small “mmph” as your lower lip begin to quiver in fear.
You stay silent, watching him pace around the room agitatedly.
“I never wanted for it to get here,” He begins, chuckling at his own words.
“I did this for you Y/N, for us”
You spit at him, missing and landing on the floor making him raise his eyebrows.
“THERE IS NO US , You’re sick… oh god, all this time you- you-“ You let out a broken yell as you begin sobbing.
“I did it to protect you”
“FROM WHAT LEVI? You think im gonna fucking believe you”
“From Eren, you said-“
“Holy shit, what did you do to him?”
He stays silent, sitting back down on the chair.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” You yell out.
“I did what i had to because i love you, stop being ungrateful” His hair falls over his face as he spits out calmly, his soulless grey eyes never once leaving yours.
You break. Completely. Tears stop rolling down your face and you’re met with the worst nightmare you could ever imagine of, your breathing becoming harsher as you choke on your words.
“I could never love you”
He sits up from his chair, grabbing your face roughly making you look up at him.
“After all I’ve done” He lands a harsh blow to your thigh, making a small whimper leave your lips.
“Tell me, Y/N, was it all for nothing?” He frowns, getting closer to your face.
“You’re sick”
He crashes his lips down on your desperately, making you push your head back trying to avoid it as you struggle against the chair.
You whimper into his mouth as you feel his hand drop down to your tits, firmly grabbing them as he deepens the kiss. An unwanted moan escapes from your mouth as you feel him pinch your nipples roughly, making him part his lips from yours.
“You like it, don’t you?” He pants, a smirk tugging out the corner of your lips.
“N-no” You melt under his touch as he lifts up your shirt, his cold hands coming into contact with your hard nipples making you gasp.
He lowers his head to your neck and starts leading a trail of bites and kisses to your ear.
“ You did this, you made me like this ” He whispers against your earlobe, making a shiver run through you as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing moans.
“S-stop” You try to coherently say, your face reddening at the realisation it came out in a broken moan instead.
He hums again your skin as he lowers his hand to your pants, swiftly ripping the material revealing your entrence, glistening with your own arousal.
He looks up at you as he gently starts rubbing circles on your clit,
“Mm, you sure you want me to stop?”
You try to speak, but nothing but whines and moans manage to come out as he quickens his pace.
“L-Levi” You let out as you feel his fingers enter you, thrusting in and out perfectly hitting your g spot.
He groans at the sound of his name coming from your lips in the form of a moan. His name. It was like music to his ears finally getting to hear what he long dreamed of.
His eyes meet yours for a second before he presses his lips to yours, moans spilling into his mouth as he continues working his fingers in your cunt, your stomach twisting as you feel yourself tighten down and cum on his fingers.
He bites on your lower lip as he breaks the kiss, your legs beginning to shake against his fingers.
“Such a good girl for me” He praises before taking his fingers out and landing a blow on your throbbing clit, making you throw your head back as you exhale.
He lowers his pants and lifts tugs desperately at the ropes, breaking them allowing him to pick you up and pin you to the wall. You wrap your arms around him and hold yourself up, rolling your eyes back when you feel him slowly push inside you.
“Fuck- so tight” He groans, and you let out a loud moan when he doesn’t give you any time to adjust, bouncing you up and down on his cock.
“H-harder, g’nna cum” You moan loud, making him snap his hips to yours faster, the tip of his cock hitting the spot inside you making you unable to think straight.
“Mm yeah? You love it don’t you?” He groans as his page slows down, feeling you clench your walls down on him.
“I fucking love it - I love you” You cuss out as you feel yourself cum for the 2nd time.
“Fuck-fuck say that again” He groans against your ear, dropping you down further on his cock.
“I love you, Levi” You let out a broken whisper as you feel him empty out inside of you, a string of curses leaving his lips as he bites down into your neck, filling you with streams of cum.
You pant out as he quickly drops you down on his couch, his cock still resting inside of you as you lay down under him.
“I’ve been waiting for that for a while” He mumbles, and you run a hand through his hair.
“Yeah.. i could tell” You giggle making him snap his eyes to yours.
“Hey, fucks that suppose to mean?”
You both begin laughing, a tired sloppy kiss exchanged between you.
Once you truly calmed down and let him talk, he made you understand why he did what he did, although you didn’t get many details, you didn’t need to. It was true, you did love him.
Just a normal level of chaos in the Cephalon common room. Sorry, Professor Levi.
By Misha
Reading Levi Fanfic keeps me going
Thank you to every Levi fanfic writer. You make my tumblr a better place. A safe space to indulge all my fantasies. I love y'all to death. Xx
Teachers Pet 1
Hi there. Welcome to the outcome of season 3 Levi's beautiful ass animation making me nut. I don't have any experience with writing a thesis. I'm trying my best to use what I know about the process to write this fic. If I ever get something wrong please DM me so I can fix it. Enjoy the fic!
people who helped me out: @yanderart @captainmcslashypaws
Words: 4.5 k
Tags: Yandere, Prof Levi is genuinely a dick, but he gets you Panera
Your first few weeks of living at University had been going wonderfully. You had successfully decorated your dorm room and gotten all of your things in order. Your roommates both had proven to be nice. Krista and Annie, those were their names. Krista was bubbly and sweet as a peach, Annie was more mysterious and quiet however you liked her all the same. Uni was winding up to be a pretty good place so far.
At least it was until the first week of classes started.
You and Krista sat at a table in your common area looking over each of your schedules. Krista was a History major, looking to be a teacher, maybe even a professor. History had never really been your thing, however some of her classes did look sort of interesting. She was taking a class on Latin. Now that was impressive.
You and Krista giggled and chatted as you looked over your schedules. That is, until Krista noticed the name of a certain professor you were scheduled to have three times a week for the same subject.
“Professor Ackerman? Oh man… that’s no good.” you heard Krista mumble worriedly under her breath.
“What’s wrong with Ackerman? Is he hard or something?” You ask her a bit confused. The girl frowns at you. “My friend Ymir had him last year, she says he’s an absolute nightmare. Strict as all hell and just all around gives off a scary sorta vibe.”
You raise your eyebrow at her “Really? Well that certainly sucks… I think he’s my thesis supervisor too…” You were going to get a degree in biology and since Levi was your Biology professor, you supposed it made sense for him to be supervising your thesis. Although the task of writing it would probably prove to be a lot more difficult if the man truly acted the way Krista had claimed.
Krista winces in what looked like pity. “I’m sorry… well you’re smart! I mean you're here right? One of the top schools for Bio majors in the country! I’m sure you’ll have no problem wowing him with your thesis!” You chuckle at her enthusiasm and swallow the lump of doubt that formed in your throat. “I sure hope I will.” You smile softly.
You and Krista spend the rest of the night chatting and giggling until eventually the two of you decide it’s too late of an hour to be up when you have 9:00 classes the next day.
——
The morning is cool and crisp and bright. A nice breeze flows into your room from where you had left the window open the night prior. You wake up about an hour before your first class and manage to shower, brush your teeth and dress yourself with just enough time left to get to your first class.
You had made it just in time. Briefly after the clock hit 9, your first professor walked into the room with a bright smile and welcomed all the new students and went through all of the usual introductory things. Her office hours, how she grades and what was expected of her students. You take down small notes while she speaks on her grading method and such.
The class ends fairly quickly and the one you're scheduled for an hour after goes mostly the same. Lots of lecturing on how the professor doesn’t like lateness this time however. You make a mental note to be on time to this class.
Your third and final class you had today was the one you dreaded most. Ackerman. You already had a nervous feeling in your stomach about it. However the class wouldn’t start for two hours. You decide to grab something to eat in an attempt to settle your stomach. ‘Maybe I’m just hungry…’ you think to yourself.
You certainly weren’t just hungry, because after lunch you feel like your gonna puke up everything you ate out of sheer nerves. You manage to collect yourself and begin to walk to the science building.
The building is large and old. The architecture is beautiful however. The architecture on most of the campus was beautiful. It was a pretty famous school after all.
You walk into the building and clutch your schedule. Room 1227, that’s where you were going. You follow directory signs around the building put up for new students until you eventually find yourself in front of a heavy oak door.
You're so afraid to open it and you can’t pinpoint why. It was just a classroom after all, not a torture chamber. And sure, the teacher might be strict but it’s not like he’ll murder you. You just need to get to know him and he’ll open up a bit… you're sure of it. But despite it all, your head screams for you to be afraid of whatever lies in that classroom.
Eventually you shake the feeling off. It’s just first day jitters. You’d be fine. Your hand turns the doorknob and you walk into the classroom.
There’s a low humming of students speaking amongst one another when you get inside. Joking, lamenting, complaining about their first day of classes. You decide to sit at a quieter table. There’s only one person sitting at it. A boy with bright green eyes and messy brown hair.
The boy springs up in surprise when he hears you sit down next to him. You chuckle at little “I’m sorry, did I scare you?” you ask.
The boy blushes a beet red and sits back down “N-no… sorry I’m just really tired. I’ve had a long day and I guess I must have dozed off.”
You chuckle at this and smile “Well, you should probably wake back up. I heard this teacher is pretty strict. You wouldn’t wanna get in trouble on the first day of class.” He laughs and runs a hand through his hair awkwardly. “Yeah I guess you're right about that. So, what’s your name? I’m Eren Jeagar.”
You smile and hold out your hand for him to shake “(Y/N) (L/N)” you say “It’s nice to meet you Eren.” Eren accepts your hand and shakes. “It’s nice to meet you too (Y/N).”
The two of you talk for a while. You barely notice the time pass. That is until the two of you hear the door loudly slam shut, causing a couple students to jump in shock and the room to go completely silent.
You hear footsteps start to walk across the classroom to the center of the lecture hall. That’s when you spot your Professor. Professor Ackerman.
He’s short. Not much taller than you really. He has neatly kept black hair in an undercut. He couldn’t be any older than 28. He carries a folder and a textbook in his left arm. To be honest… he was quite handsome.
When he got to the center of the room he dropped his book and folders on his desk. A loud thud echoed throughout the room. The noise made your skin crawl.
He leans back on his desk and sighs before he turns to face you and the rest of your class. His silver eyes seem to drill straight into your soul. They look tired but still alert. It was strange.
The man never introduces himself to the class, never gives out any information, hell he doesn’t even say he was your professor. Instead he surveys all of the students sitting before him for a moment before growling out “Take out a number two pencil. You're taking a test.”
A couple people look at each other in confusion and shock. Others whisper about how unfair it was of him to administer a test on the first day. A low mumble of disbelief fills the classroom.
“Did I say you could talk?” the professor barks, shooting a glare at the class that could make children cry. Everyone immediately shuts up.
Your classmates look around nervously as he begins to pass out the test. “This is a quiz that covers all the basic shit you brats should know in order to be in my class. Anyone who fails this will be sent to the guidance office with a note that suggests you be placed in an easier class. For the people who pass, this is going on your report card. It’s in your best interest to do well. I don’t tolerate fucking idiots in my class, nor will I spoon feed you information like a damn toddler. If you have any objections to this, feel free to leave. But don’t fucking bother coming back.” He states as calmly as ever while placing blank tests on tables.
People look at each other in disbelief and nervousness. You yourself felt your heart beating faster. No wonder Krista had warned you about this guy… he was crazy.
Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice Eren's hand shakily raise in the air. He’s ignored for a couple minutes. You can’t tell if your professor doesn’t see him or just doesn’t care. Eventually he turns around and sighs in exasperation. “What?” He snaps in the manner one would if annoyed with a sibling.
“P-professor A-Ackerman sir… y-you can’t truly expect us t-to take a t-test on things w-we’ve never learned… t-that’s not fair.” Eren says. The boy is clearly scared but puts on a brave front.
The Professor who had been deadpanned the entire speech cracks a tiny smile that soon turns into a snicker, and then a low eerie laugh. It made your stomach twist into tight knots.
“What’s your name boy.” He asks after he had calmed himself down.
“E-eren… Eren J-jeagar sir…” Eren seems
The man lets out a soft snort. “Well then Jeagar. I’m not changing my damn rules. Let’s hope you're good at guessing.” the man states before slamming the tests down on your table and shooting a glare at Eren. “And don’t tell me what to do in my damn classroom.”
Eren pales and sinks down in his seat. You can hear a couple people laugh but a quick glare from the Professor shuts them right up.
The man is terrifying. He’s any student's worst nightmare. Was this really the man who decided whether or not you graduate? You try to silence the panic arising in your head so you can focus on this test. ‘Ill just try to get on his good side… there’s gotta be something I can do to make him like me… besides, there’s no point in worrying about my thesis if I can’t even pass this test. I need to focus.’ You think.
Once the man has reached the head of the classroom again, he faces the class. “The tests will be collected in thirty minutes. Start.”
The class collectively scrambles to begin.
The test is hard. Really hard. You guess on my almost half of the answers and pray to the mighty Bio gods you’d get enough right.
You eventually turn your test over and bring it to the front of the class where your professor seemed to be grading them. He looks up at you briefly and mumbles “put it on the pile.” Before looking down and continuing to grade.
When you got back to your seat you noticed that Eren looked like he was really struggling. He was gripping his pencil so hard his knuckles were white and clenching his jaw in frustration.
Eren managed to finish just two minutes before time was up. The professor watched him walk up to him unamused. He took his test and put it on the pile.
Once time is up your Professor walks around the room and collects the rest of the tests. He sits back down at his desk when he’s collected them all. “You’ll spend the next 30 minutes reading and taking notes on chapter one of your textbook. If I hear a whisper I’m tearing up your test and you can leave my class.” He says as if it’s the most nonchalant statement in the world.
You open your textbook and begin to read and take notes. You glance over at Eren to see he’s done the same, however you can’t help but notice how tense the boy is. You really really really hoped he would pass.
After thirty minutes had passed the short man stood up and instructed everyone to close their textbooks.
“Well, no one did well.” He began, pacing across the room. You could hear the class collectively hold their breath.
“However all of you passed.” he pronounced. The wave of relief that flooded through you was incredible. Many people visibly relaxed.
“Well that is except for one.” The man said looking up and stopping to turn to the class. “Jaeger. You failed by two points.” the man says, staring straight into the eyes of the poor boy he was picking on.
You saw Eren break into pieces. He looked so distraught you weren’t even sure if he could talk. The room filled with whispers discussing the fate of poor Eren. They however were ceased once again by your Professor as he passed papers back to everyone in the room.
“You have anything to say for yourself Jaeger?” The man asks once the room is quiet. Eren seemed like he would start crying if he tried to talk, however you watch him swallow the lump in the throat and shakily ask “W-what did I get wrong?”
The professor raises an eyebrow at him and lets out a ‘tch’ noise before turning around and beginning to write on the chalkboard.
“Question 13, Which of the following conclusions is best supported by figure 2. You chose A Jaeger, the correct answer is D, AGO2 is upregulated when RNase is present.” The man erases the chalkboard and turns to face the boy. “If you had gotten that right you would have passed.”
Eren looks completely and utterly defeated. You begin to feel bad for him when something hits you. You look down at your paper and something clicks in your head.
“Professor Ackerman… that’s not right.”
You don’t even have time to realize what you’ve just said before every head in the class is turned towards you and you’re being glared at by your angry professor.
“Excuse me?” The professor asks. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to rip your head off or whether he was debating kicking you out with Eren, whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t good.
Your heart beats at a million miles a minute, but you swallow your fear and continue. “T-that’s not right Professor… In figure 2 the amount of AGO2 bound to ERB2 decreases after RNase treatment. S-so that means an RNA molecule is involved in the AGO2-ERB2 interaction… so that means A is correct.”
The man looks at you for a moment and then looks down at his paper. He seems to think a while before looking back up at you with eyes that seemed to have a strange new glimmer to them. One you couldn’t put your finger on.
“...Well shit. You’re right.” The man says, looking somewhat surprised. He walks back to his desk and people begin to whisper in disbelief, your Professor once again promptly silences them. “Fucking Christ, do you kids never shut up?”
A wave of happiness floods through you and you pay the chattering no mind. “S-so that means Eren passed r-right? So h-he can stay?” The Professor rubs his temples with his fingers in exasperation. “I suppose it does. It also means I need to regrade all these damn papers.” he grumbles.
You and Eren both light up, it was incredible that that worked. It shouldn’t have. Not against a man like your Professor. Your celebration however is interrupted when your professor speaks again. “However, you my dear, spoke out of turn like some fucking fifth grader. You’ll spend the rest of your evening with me tonight re grading these tests during your detention.”
Eren turns to him in shock and then stands up slamming his palms on the table. “Professor Ackerman! That’s not fair-“ The Professor looked completely unamused at his lashing out. He didn’t even look at him, only at the pile of tests he had to regrade while he interrupted the boy. “Would you rather be removed from my course for disturbing the class Mr. Jeagar? Because I assure you your little friend won’t be able to get you out of that. I’d suggest sitting down.”
Eren sits down though hesitantly. He’s clearly still infuriated by the professor's decision. You try to calm him down by patting his shoulder and assuring him that it’s ok. However your mind was straying elsewhere. Had the professor meant to say friend so strange? He said it like it was a bitter word he needed to spit out of his mouth. Why would he do that? Why does he care that the two of you are friends.
“Well then if there’s no more interruptions, open up your notes, we’re going over the grading policy and lab behavior.” the Professor says bitterly.
You snap out of your thoughts thanks to the interruption. You decide that you probably just imagined him saying it like that. Maybe you should get an ear exam. It didn’t matter anyway. All that matters is that Eren gets to stay in the course.
This class really would be shit without a friend, and thankfully, it seemed you had just made one.
You don’t notice the way your professor watches you for the rest of the class. His steel grey eyes caught glances at you whenever he could afford it. You were different then other students he met. There was something that you had, that you possessed that he’d never found in anyone else before. He saw it for the first time today when you stood up for that Jaeger dipshit. A look in your eyes so intense and so energized… it was entrancing. He wanted it. He wanted him to look at him that way. He wanted that passion that you had all to himself.
And he simply couldn’t explain why.
He found himself getting irritated whenever you interacted with the brown haired boy. ‘Stop talking to him…’ he’d thought ‘You should talk to me like that… with that perfect smile… those beautiful eyes. That idiot doesn’t deserve you.’
He watches patiently as you say goodbye to the boy at the end of his class. It ticks him off… but one day he’d make you learn. You had to be his. He wanted you to give your whole beautiful self to him. He wanted to be the one that lit that spark in you. He decided one day he would. He had to have you.
He watches as you walk down the steps in the lecture hall towards him. Eyes trailing your beautiful body the whole way down.
“H-hi p-professor… y-you said stay after class?” you ask nervously once you reach the man.
“Indeed I did. Come. We’re going to my office so we can re grade those. You’ll help me grade my chemistry class and anatomy classes as well.” He grunts. You squirm in your awkwardness and start to rub your arm. “But Professor… I need to eat…”
The man rolls his eyes and begins to pick up his things. “If you need to eat that bad, I’ll get you something. You're not leaving detention until everything is graded.”
“I-... thank you professor?” You say after a short moment of hesitation. You were certainly shocked at the sudden kindness. You would have thought he’d say suck it up or something along those lines… but to offer to buy you dinner was… it not what you expected to say the least.
The man just hums in response. “By the way. What’s your name?”
“Oh um, (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You say meekly.
‘(L/N)... where the hell had he heard that name before?’ He thought. “Good to know. Now come. We have a lot of papers to grade.”
As you walk away with him you wonder if the man is bipolar or something. He wasn’t being mean to you now… it was just… strange.
Your quiet as the two of you walk down winding halls to his office. It’s not terribly far away. A floor up and a couple hallways down. When you reach the door with the nameplate ‘L. Ackerman.’ You assume you have arrived.
The man unlocks the door and holds it open for you, gesturing for you to go in. You quietly thank him and walk inside. You hear the door slam behind you as he follows.
The first thing you notice about this office is that it’s incredibly clean. Every paper and book had a place, any paper on his desk is stacked neatly and his workspace looked to be incredibly organized. You feel like an imposter almost, like if you touch anything it will be ruined.
The man puts his things down and slides his textbook into a drawer. He neatly arranges the papers so that they sit in a tidy pile and places them next to two other piles on his desk. He then pulls up a chair for you and orders you to sit.
You carefully take a seat and awkwardly look at the man who goes to sit in his own office chair.
“Here. Any mistakes circle in red ink. Here’s the answer key. You know which question needs to be changed. Once you're done I’ll give you the key for the other subjects tests.” You nod and mumble a little “Yes Professor…”
Your Professor thinks for a moment. “Levi.” he states.
“W-what?”
“Call me Levi. That’s my name. Professor Ackerman is a fucking mouthful. Plus I hear it from brats all day, I don’t need to hear it on my own time.”
You shift uncomfortably. That’s extremely out of character for him but maybe he was just trying to be nice in his own, albeit strange way. “O-ok Levi.” You say. The name feels strange on your tongue.
As you grade Levi begins to make small talk. Which is a bit uncomfortable at first, however you realize it’s a LOT more comfortable than sitting with him in silence.
“So (Y/N)” he asks “What are you majoring in, what field are you looking into?” You blush heavily at the strange attention your teacher was giving you but answer him. “I’m a biochem major…”
His eyes light up at this information. “Oh then, I suppose you’ll be working on a thesis this year.” you nod “Yeah… I’m not sure what I’ll do it on yet however.”
He scoffs and mumbles “None of you brats do. I rarely ever see someone come into my class with a plan.” you relax a little bit at the man's normal attitude coming back.
You two talk a little more as you grade. Mostly about academics. Your grades in highschool, your interest in the topic, a lot of that.
About an hour into your conversation you decide now would be a good time to ask him about your thesis, seeing as he was in a good mood for whatever reason. “By the way Prof- Levi… when do I start-“
Your cut off by your stomach loudly growling. The man looks up in surprise. “Jesus have you not fucking eaten in four days?” Your face burns in embarrassment. “N-no… I just had a really small lunch…”
The professor looks at you sceptically. “How small of a lunch did you eat?” You look down at your lap and mumble “I… um… I had a coffee…”
He raises an eyebrow. “And…?” You avoid his eyes as you say “just a coffee…”
The man rolls his eyes at you. “You stupid brats don’t fucking eat. That’s why you all fall the fuck asleep in my classroom.” You look down at your lap uncomfortably and your cheeks burn even hotter as your stomach lets out another unconventionally loud growl.
The man lets out a ‘tch’ in disapproval and takes out his cellphone. “I’m getting you a salad from Panera. It’s the closest thing to here that does delivery. Choose what you want or I choose for you.”
Your cheeks burn bright red “P-Professor… y-you don’t have to do that-“
“Levi and I do. Because you can’t take fucking care of yourself. So what do you want.” The man says.
You hesitate a few moments before saying “Uhm… a Caesar salad please…” the man taps a couple buttons on his phone and then puts it away. “Done. And don’t ask to pay me back. Your tuition is the shit that pays me anyway.” You mumble out a little “Thank you Levi…” and try to calm yourself down so that you could continue to grade.
Your food comes and Levi drops it in your lap. The man makes himself a cup of tea using a small kettle and a hotplate that was in his office.
He sits down and drinks his tea while you eat. The two of you continue to make small talk and grade.
When all of the papers have been graded the man sighs and stretches. “Ten pm. New record. I should have you grade with me more often.” he half jokes. You giggle a little, thinking it was in fact just a joke. However Levi felt that this time with you cemented how he felt. You truly were a beauty unlike any other. He certainly thought he’d be looking for many more reasons to give you detention in the future.
“Oh um by the way Levi…” his attention snaps back to your sweet voice. “I was meaning to ask you before my stomach cut me off… when should I come see you to begin discussing my thesis?”
The man's heart almost stopped at those words.
“What?” He questioned, praying that he had heard right.
“My thesis… you're my supervisor.”
Levi’s brain had a firework show going on. That’s why your name was familiar. You were on the list of students he was supervising this year. This was it. He had complete and total control of you because of this thesis. He would use your sessions together to slowly train you. By the time you had broken, you’d be gone too far. Even if you are resistant at first, he had your thesis to use as a threat. He was the deciding factor of your graduation. The opportunity this presented was just too good to pass up.
“Professor?” You asked
Levi snapped out of his dase “Oh yes. I’ll meet with you three times a week. Maybe more depending on how much help I think you need. You’ll have a lab day and two days for discussion with me. We’ll start next week on Monday. Since your my student I’ll give you a head start from the other brats I’m supervising.”
In your mind you thought that 3 times a week seemed a bit excessive, however he did seem like a man who liked things done correctly. You nod and smile “Ok! Thank you professor.”
Levi smirks and turns to you. “Levi my Lamb. When we’re alone you call me Levi.”
The pet name sorta bugged you but you didn’t want to piss off your already snippy thesis professor. “O-oh. Ok thank you Levi! Have a good night!” you walk away wondering what strange switch had gone off in the man that night.
The man watched you walk down the hall towards your dorm with a small grin. Levi had never been a teacher to pick favorite students but he supposed you were his exception. Professor Ackermans only favorite student.
His little teacher's pet.
hullo there
question, question.
i got a WIP idea & i did a little world building to spark some joy - so now i have these bullet points, and i’ll likely write this, but i wanna see if anyone is interested in me doing a post... cuz it’s... levi... again...
*insert sweat emoji*
and a, uh, college AU...
anyway, more under the cut.
lemme know what you think? pwease?
Teaches Real Analysis for Graduate students
It’s a tough class to slip into; only offered in Fall and Summer & only available the first three days of Senior and Graduate registration
You’ve looked over the class schedule - asked around the campus - got your advisor on speed-dial - you’re determined to get in this Fall
Come hell or high water - you’re walking the fucking stage in December
But there’s a snag
Apparently the professor you want, the one you’ve known for the last three years, and have a great rapport with, is taking this semester off
Something about over work? Or maybe it was a time share that was about to expire?
Whatever it is - it’s a goddamn wrench in your finely tuned plans
At 7am, Monday morning, you’re at your desk, mug of coffee in one hand, fingers of your right diligently poised over the trackpad
Click, click, return, one final strike of the keyboard, and you’re in
Registered for MAT 8811 Complex Analysis & Number Theory (Fall:1) MWF 8am - 10:45am
And with professor…
Who?
One Ackerman, L.
Huh, you ponder, stiff legs stretching under the table as you cup your steaming mug to your lips. Never heard of him.
As a rule, you usually don’t bother with those professor aggregator sites
It’s all bullshit.
You should know, you were an adjunct last spring, and the reviews you got were middling at best.
Who cares if anyone thinks he’s easy
This is a graduate math class for fucks sake - nothing is easy when you’re working on a masters
But your dawdling keystrokes have another idea in mind, and before you can blink you’re clacking their name into the search function
Oh.
He’s… got some good reviews. Fair. Easy to understand, and… bite-sized? Okay
A strange adjective for a math professor but whatever… guess time will tell
August 22nd
It’s too hot for this, you think, adjusting your backpack straps as you dash up the last flight of stairs. Why can’t we start in September? It doesn’t even feel like fall when the temps are hovering in the mid 90’s (32 for my celsius babes)
Thankfully, Professor Ackerman is in one of the older classrooms - so it’s spacious, cool, and blissfully dim - what with recessed fluorescents that likely haven’t been changed since their installation in the mid 1960s
You take a seat toward the back, flicking on your laptop and arranging your materials
Not that you’ll use them today
Syllabus day is always easy - a waste of time, really. If there’s one thing that should be compiled into an email, it’s this
So you open up a few windows, poke around on a couple of websites, order some shoes, and, oh, looks like two of your favorite shops have a sale on. Maybe today won’t be so bad after all
You’re just about to toss another item into your cart when the overhead projector starts up that low pitched whine
Blinking, you look up from the brightness of your screen to the front of the lecture hall
Odd. You didn’t think… you saw the professor even come in… and… why are the light still dimmed?
Was he sitting in one of the seats?
You look around at your peers, but most are simply tugging out binders, notepads, one is clicking on a recording device, no one is acting like anything is out of the ordinary so you shift your focus back to your screen - adding an additional pair of shoes to your already overburdened cart
Treat yourself, right?
You’re so engrossed in your rapid fire clicks and the frantic recitation of your card number that you don’t see the powerpoint flicker to life
Or the sharp eyes of the man who’s taken a seat on the bottom lip of the raised platform
There’s always one, he muses, tapping his electronic clicker against the heel of his booted foot
They think they’re slick; what with all that engrained tech, the subtle narrowing of their gaze, a distracted pass here, a well timed question there - well, we’ve all gotta learn things the hard way sometimes, don’t we?
“That’s all I have for you,” a deep voice calls out, making you jump in your poorly padded seat. “Textbook is for sale at one of those kiosks the school bookstore sets up. But the link I provided on the slide should take you to a free to use PDF. Stick it to the man and all that jazz. Any questions?”
Yes, you think, slamming your laptop closed. Like when did a presentation start? And where the hell even are you?
Finally, you spot him. He’s perched on the steps, legs haphazardly crossed, elbows resting on his raised knees. There’s… an intensity to him. Maybe it’s that jet black hair, or the cold look in his sleep weary eyes, but something about this man just oozes a loud and clear, “don’t fuck with me,” vibe
And you, idiot that you are, just missed his entire… lecture? What the hell even was that? Did he just toss some slides up and call it a day?
As the class filters out he remains where he is - but when you step up beside him, he graces you with a bored stare
“Yes?”
Best course of action… be… honest?
“Hi,” you blurt, molars gripping indentations into the side of your mouth. “I… I’m in, uh, your class.”
He blinks dispassionately. “You don’t say?”
Crap. “Yeah, and, er, I didn’t… I think I missed some of your presentation. With the lights half off I didn’t… see you start it.”
“Half?” he questions, knocking a few rogue strands of onyx hair from his brow. “That’s odd. Cuz from where I’m sitting, it looked like you missed all of it. Lemme guess…” And here he pauses to give you a swift once over with his pewter eyes. “Online shopping?”
What a… a… your outrage dies in your throat when he swivels back to your widened gaze
Something about this… feels...
He waits for your reply, untangling his legs and bracing his hands behind him as he peers up at you. “Go on,” he taunts, a black brow arching sardonically. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
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Dude!
Summary: you call them dude and they are NOT happy about it
Feat: Levi, Eren, Armin, and Jean (w a bit of Connie and Sasha… you’ll see)
Warnings: Jean is suggestive a little and very sassy, Levi is protective
Levi!
Eren!
Armin!
Jean!
Teachers Pet 2
A/N: Hey, I'm sorry if I clog up your dash with prof Levi, I'm just trying to post all of these today heh. Enjoy!
Words: 4.5k
TW: Yandere, Levi being a creep,
The day after your detention goes surprisingly well. You don’t have to worry about the awkwardness of seeing your short professor for the rest of the week thankfully. School had started on a Wednesday so the other two times you would have seen the man this week hadn’t happened.
When you got back to your dorm that night you had lamented to Krista and Annie about your situation over mugs of tea. Krista had felt sympathetic. She tried looking on the bright side.
“Hey, at least you don’t see him every day right?”
She was correct about that. That was a good thing. However you told them about how often you had to meet with your Professor for your thesis and how strangely he had treated you during your detention.
“Hmm… that is really weird. I’m only supposed to meet with my advisor once or twice a week. She also told me that her role would be getting a lot smaller as it neared completion. The way Professor Ackerman explained it makes it sound like he’ll be over your shoulder the whole time.”
You take a sip of the tea in your mug and purse your lips. “Well, he is a Biology teacher, not English. Maybe he’s just not the most eloquent with his words?”
Krista frowned and furrowed her brows in confusion. “Maybe… but how would he have gotten a job like this if he didn’t have good speaking skills?”
You nod your head in agreement. You both sit there stumped until eventually Annie speaks up.
“Maybe he’s trying to find ways to spend more time with you?”
You and Krista look at her in surprise. “Annie! That’s ridiculous!” the small blonde declares. “The man clearly hates his students, why would he go out of his way to spend more time with them?!”
Annie shrugs nonchalantly. “Most professors don’t get their students food when they’re hungry.”
You look at your cup of tea puzzled “That’s true… but, why? Why would he only want to spend more time with me?”
“Maybe he has a crush.” Annie offers calmly.
Krista almost spits out her tea. “Absolutely not Annie! Don’t go scaring (Y/N) like that!” Krista continues to rattle on about how ridiculous the notion was and you can’t help but agree with her. The man had been a teacher for ten years, had a perfect track record and was known to fail students if they asked if they could “boost their grades” in distasteful ways. All of the cards were stacked in his favor on this one.
However a tiny part of you can’t seem to completely discredit the notion.
The rest of the night is spent speaking of much lighter topics. Krista teases Annie about a boy named Bertholdt that is in her Calculus class. He had walked her back to her dorm after a class that ended late. Annie had blushed and claimed it wasn’t like that but you’d see how that argument held up later on.
At around ten pm the three of you decide to go to sleep. Your mind swirled with thoughts of your strange bio professor before finally drifting off.
——
Monday morning you made your way back to the science building. Praying that maybe this encounter would prove to be better than the last. On your way you, quite literally, run into Eren.
“Hey! Watch where your- … (Y/N)?” The boy looks up at you confused from where he had fallen due to the collision.
“Oh! Crap! Gosh I’m sorry Eren.” You help the boy up and help him collect his books that had fallen. “I really didn’t wanna be late today. I should have been more careful.”
The boy scratches the back of his head and dusts himself off. “Hey, it’s fine. No worries. By the way how did that detention with Professor stick up the ass go?”
After giggling about the nickname Eren had so lovingly gifted your teacher, you recount the details of your detention as the two of you walk to the lecture hall.
“Man… I didn’t know the guy could be nice… that’s really weird.” the boy replies once you had finished relating your tale.
You nod “Definitely… I don’t really know what to think of it to be honest.”
The boy thinks for a bit before shrugging. “I guess all you really can do is stick it out huh? Ackerman is the best Biology Professor the Uni has. It would be a waste not to use his knowledge for your thesis. Even if he is an asshole.”
You sigh bitterly “Your right. It would be a waste… though I really wish he was nicer.”
Eren snorts “Don't we all. But don’t worry too much (Y/N), you’ll be fine. And you’ll always have me here to hate him with.”
You laugh at the comment and smile. The two of you soon arrive at the lecture hall. Before going inside Eren stops you.
“Hey (Y/N), we should trade numbers! Might be fun to have some support when studying and stuff…” the boy says with a bright smile.
You grin. “That’s a great idea! Here let me get out my-“
As you're digging through your pockets you're cut off by a low voice.
“You're both 2 minutes late for my class. You both have detention. (L/N) you’re to report to my office at 5 on Thursday. Jaeger you’ll come right after class tomorrow. I’m not having you two brats holding hands in my office together while you're being disciplined. If either of you is even a minute late I’ll personally see to it that you're pulled from my class. Understand me?” your professor snarls, looking even more agitated then usual.
Eren’s jaw is dropped in shock while he’s lectured. The man's timing was insane. It was like he was watching you so that he could deliberately get you in trouble. Erens hands ball into fists at his side. “We got here before you Professor. If we had gone in ten seconds earlier you never would have known. How can you lecture us on lateness when you're late too?”
The man's eyes narrow. “I’d suggest you shut up and take a seat inside Jaeger. There is a waitlist to get into this course and I know someone would happily take your spot if given the opportunity. I’m really damn close to giving your spot to a student who knows how to behave themself. Don’t think I won’t do it Jaeger.”
Eren clenches his jaw in anger and seems to have to stop himself from punching the smaller man. However after a moment he releases his tension and sighs in defeat. “Yes Professor.” he mumbles as he walks into the lecture hall.
You hurry to follow him but you're stopped by a strong hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I’d like a word with you alone.” He mutters.
Eren and him give each other death glares as the boy walks into the classroom and shuts the door.
Once the door has closed the man turns to you and stares down at you like you were a dog that had just peed on his carpet.
“(Y/N), you're a very smart girl and a gifted student. Your correction of the test question the other day proves that. However, I fear you may be getting involved with the wrong people.” He says sternly.
You feel a little anger bubble up inside your chest. “You mean Eren, Professor.” The man just nods in confirmation.
Your eyebrows furrow in frustration. Who did this man think he was? You’re a grown ass adult woman! Why is he speaking to you like a middle school teacher?
“I’m sorry you feel that way Professor, however I happen to like Eren quite a lot. I think he’s kind. He may be brash but he’s kind. I don’t intend to stop being friends with him.” you say as calmly as you possibly can.
The man raises an eyebrow. “Well then I suppose I can’t stop you. However, know this (Y/N), as your thesis advisor and teacher it is my job to make sure you are reaching your full potential while in my care. If something is holding you back from that, I will eliminate it.”
The man looks at you for a couple moments. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rise on your arm as you feel his rough hand briefly touch the soft skin of your face.
“Go inside (Y/N). Remember to meet me after class so we can begin to discuss your thesis.” The man mumbles as a light hand on your lower back pushes you towards the door.
Your hand shakes as you open the door. You truly have no clue how to process what you just heard. What did the man mean by “eliminate?”. Why was he so concerned about your thesis? And then those touches…
You're caught up in thinking about what it all means when you sit down at your desk and Eren, who looks to simply be reading, discreetly passes a note to you under the table.
When you open the small slip of notebook paper the message inside manages to make you smile.
‘Since we were so rudely interrupted…’
The boy had left his number and even signed it. What a dork you thought. You give a light chuckle and watch the boy smile as you do. You slip the note into your pocket just in time, because not a moment later your Professor came walking into the room.
The man orders the class to open their textbooks up to page 47 and begins his lecture. You only half listen to him however, you're too caught up in… everything.
You look at Eren and frown. You couldn’t drag him into this. The boy was way too impulsive. He’d do something stupid to your Professor that would get him expelled if you told him about how uncomfortable he made you. Besides, you didn’t want Levi to have to “eliminate” him… whatever that meant. You’d keep just a sliver of distance between the two of you. That was ok, you guys were just friends after all.
Levi couldn’t help but notice that you seemed distracted during his lesson. He didn’t like that. He wanted all of your attention to be on him.
“(Y/N), why don’t you tell the class what the definition of 2 stage syngamy is hm?” he called out.
He watched you snap to attention. You turned beet red and started furiously reading through the few notes you had managed to write with no luck of finding the answer. “I-... I don’t know Professor...” you said eventually, looking down in shame.
Levi raised an eyebrow. “I see. I expected better from you. Don’t disappoint me again.”
Your face burned with shame as you mumbled out a soft “Y-yes Professor…”
Levi wished he could have gotten a picture of your face at that moment. You were just so perfect. So timid, docile… so eager to please and disappointed you had failed to obey.
One day he’d see you make that face when you were on your knees for him.
A shiver of excitement ran through him however he didn’t allow himself to show it.
The rest of the lesson continues normally. You try incredibly hard to listen and ignore the thoughts buzzing in your ears.
——
You're so incredibly relieved when the class is over. Finally, you can just go back to you dorm, take a nap, and forget about-
“(Y/N), I truly hope you're not planning on ditching your first session with me. I’m not a fan of being stood up.” you hear a low voice growl behind you before you can walk out the classroom door.
“O-oh Professor!” you exclaim. “I’m sorry I almost forgot…”
The man scowls. “It would do you well not to forget me.”
“I’m sorry professor. I’ll be right there…” you say sheepishly and turn to say goodbye to Eren.
“(Y/N), come. Now. I’m not a fan of waiting.”
You look back at Eren hesitantly, not wanting to simply leave him. “Please Professor, just a-“
“(Y/N). I said now.” He growls.
You quiver at the man's tone however still don’t want to give in, after a moment you sigh and follow him out of the classroom and to his office.
The walk feels long. Maybe that’s just because nothing is said, or maybe it’s because anytime with your angry professor feels like a long time.
Once the two of you arrive at his door, he once again unlocks it and holds it open for you. You mumble a soft thank you and walk in.
The office is just as neat as it was when you had gotten detention, save for the fact that by the man's silver kettle, there were two cups instead of one.
You nearly miss it, but as the man walks into his office you watch him lock it from the inside. A chill runs straight down your spine.
The man puts his things down and walks over to the kettle to put water on. As it boils he makes... small talk.
“So (Y/N), is Eren your boyfriend or something? Is that why you're so clingy with the damn brat?”
You're a bit startled by the intimacy of the question he asked, however, try to reply with composure. “N-no Professor… me and him met in your class last week. We’re just friends… why do you ask?”
The man doesn’t miss a beat. “No reason, sometimes my students are distracted by relationships when trying to finish their thesis. It’s a tricky balance to manage and a pain for me to hear excuses about.”
“O-oh… ok.” That seemed like a fair enough reason to ask…
“Tea?” The man asks casually as he finishes brewing the liquid and pours himself a cup.
You’re a bit startled by the casualness of the question. ‘Dammit (Y/N), not everything he does is weird! Stop assuming he’s out to get you!’ you think.
“U-um… sure.” You reply. You thank him as he pours you a cup and hands it to you.
The man sits down on his office chair and sips his beverage. “So then (Y/N) let’s get straight to business. I’m going to ask you some personal questions. Your interests in my topic and the like. If it’s Biology oriented, I’ve probably researched it to some extent. All we’re doing today is getting to know each other, going over your potential topic and figuring out how our arrangement will work. This meeting won’t be as extensive as some others will however I expect that you take it seriously nonetheless. Understand?”
You nod softly and reply “Yes Professor.”
The man's eyes seem to glint a bit “Levi, dear, when we’re alone it’s Levi.”
You feel your cheeks burn hot red. “R-right, Levi.”
The man smirks “Good girl.” He purrs. “Now, what are you thinking when it comes to a topic?
“U-uhm… I-I really like the topic of gene mutations.”
“That’s a good start. Now make it smaller. How does blank gene affect blank. That’s the kind of statement you're looking for.” He states.
“Have you heard of the Methylenetetrahydrofolate gene?” You ask him.
“MTHFR gene mutation? Yeah I’ve heard of it. Are you interested in it particularly?”
You nod “Yeah. My sister has it. It’s really common apparently but it’s never really talked about.”
Levi nods “Good, now you researched this gene, correct? I'm assuming you got my email.”
You nod and go through your bag. “Yeah, the one from before the school year started. I printed out some articles about the topic like you asked. Dang… where are they-“
That's when you realize. You had left the articles in your dorm room. You had been doing late night studying and fell asleep while trying to annotate the articles. Krista had put the articles on your desk, you had thanked her and said you’d put them in your bag before you left. A cold chill runs down your spine.
“Something wrong?” Your professor asks.
“I-I think I left my articles at my dorm…” you nearly whisper. Judging by how the man handled lateness you're sure he wouldn’t be too fond of forgetfulness either.
Your Professor raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
The man slowly gets up out of his seat and walks over to your now shaking form. You truly were so adorable like this. So docile…
“I’m not a fan of unpreparedness (Y/N). Such an avoidable mistake… truly just carelessness.” his eyes trail over you dangerously as he talks.
You shake and you feel tears of shame begin to fill your eyes. Something about the man's tone when talking to you made you feel like you had done something so shameful. It made you feel so small.
“m’ sorry Levi…” you whimper out.
The man moves behind you and begins to softly start rubbing your shoulders. You feel paralyzed in his hands.
“Now now my lamb. I’ll forgive you just this once. However I won’t tolerate slip ups from you in the future.” He coos in a tone so soft and kind yet so demeaning and belittling.
His hands give your shoulders a soft squeeze and he squats down so that his face is level with your own. His thumb and index finger take hold of your chin and turn it so that you're looking at him. Your breath hitches in fear. Now this wasn’t normal.
“I expect more of you (Y/N).” You can feel the hot puffs breath on your skin as he speaks. “You’ve become a favorite student of mine… my very first actually. I expect you to hold yourself to my standards. And if you don’t, well then I’ll simply have to discipline you, like any caring teacher would.” his facial expression doesn’t change, however he gets a glint in his eye. A glint you finally identify as obsession.
“P-Professor…” you try.
“Shh, quiet my lamb. It’s my job to ensure that you reach your very fullest potential. I promise you will. But first you need to give yourself to me. You need to obey.” He purrs into your ear. Shivers run up and down your arms. You feel dizzy, this can’t really be happening…
“(Y/N), you're an intelligent girl. I’m sure you know what I want from you by now. If we are to go on together in this relationship, I need you. I need all of you.” His hands slide down your body and cup your breasts.
“N-no… professor I-I can’t…” you try helplessly.
“You can’t? I don’t think that’s true dear.” He says as his right hand begins to tweak a nipple through your shirt. “I know you're very dedicated to your work, I admire that. However sometimes we must make sacrifices for the things we love…”
You look up at him confused by his statement. He just smirks and pulls off of you before slowly walking back to his desk. You sit there frozen.
The man looks at you seriously. “Here’s my proposal for our arrangement, I’ll be your thesis advisor. I’m a damn good one when I care. I’ll make sure your thesis is so good that laboratories will drool over it. In addition, I’m sure that you’re aware that I’m a Biologist at this University’s Laboratory. I’ll get you an internship in our genetics laboratory. With that thesis and the experience of the internship, Labs from
all over will be fighting to have you. You’d be stupid not to take the offer.”
You gulp and your eyes widen. This was it… all you ever wanted offered to you on a silver platter. You’d be able to get your dream job, you’d make your family so incredibly proud… but at what cost.
You look at him, heart beating a million miles a minute. “A-and what is my side of the bargain?”
Levi smirks at you. “You my dear, simply have to obey me. When I say get on your knees you get on your knees. You’ll give yourself to me, mind, body and soul. I’ll give you rules to follow and I expect them to be obeyed in full. If they aren’t you can expect punishment.”
You shake violently and feel like you're going to throw up. “W-what if I choose not to take your offer…”
“Then I drop you as a thesis student and we continue doing this dance until you give in. You will be mine no matter what my dear. One option is simply more favorable then the other.” he explains.
You feel like you're going to cry. How are you supposed to choose? How were you supposed to just give yourself to this man?
You swallow the lump in your throat before shakily standing up and pushing in your chair. “I-I… I need time to think…” you almost whisper.
The man raises an eyebrow but sighs. “Fine. You have until tomorrow at 3. That’s when Jaeger will be done with detention. I expect you to be at my door with an answer. Understand?”
Your lip trembles “B-but… that’s o-only one night.”
The man scowls “And you will make your decision in that time.” you cower at the dominance the man exudes over you.
You have no choice other than to say yes Professor. It was quite a tricky situation you were in.
As you packed up your things and turned to leave the man's office you're interrupted by his voice once again.
“Make the right decision (Y/N). Don’t disappoint me.” the man growls.
You don’t look back at him as you run out the door. Wanting nothing more than to be away from the man.
——
When you get back to your dorm you go straight to bed and lie down. Krista asks if you’re feeling ok but you assure her your fine and just have a bad migraine.
You couldn’t drag Krista or Annie into this. They had their own studies to focus on. You couldn’t ask them to put their education on hold in order to bust your teacher.
You think about going to administration. The head of the school might be able to help you. But you know that the school was going to take Levi’s side. If one of their teachers was found to be a rapist their name would be tarnished. They’d have to answer phone calls from angry parents and pay money for lawyers and you highly doubt that the money loving bastards would do that for you. Besides, if word got back to Levi that you had tried asking for help… well there’s no telling what he’d do.
Maybe you could ask Eren? He’d probably be the most likely to believe you. However he was just one person, he had no evidence, and he would just flip his shit and get himself expelled. You didn’t want to do that to Eren.
You stare up at your dorm room ceiling and think of how incredibly alone you are.
You're snapped out of your thoughts by a ding! From your phone. You pick it up and see the contact name
Eren (from bio): sent an image.
You open up your phone and click on the boys contact that you had added to your phone once you had gotten home.
He had sent you a picture of Levi’s face poorly photoshopped onto a pair of Levi’s jeans. All the caption said was “jean man.”
You laugh at the absurdity of the image and begin to write back when you suddenly feel a wave of realization hit you.
Levi was probably trying to keep you away from Eren. He was probably jealous.
It would explain so much, why he had intercepted you two at just the right time today, why he had asked if he was your boyfriend… Levi was jealous.
And if you pushed that jealousy too far, Levi had the authority to get Eren into a lot of trouble.
You look down in sadness as you think about how awful it would be if Eren was kicked out of the Bio program just because of you.
And then you realize.
If you didn’t accept Levi’s offer he’d just keep pushing you until you had too. You don’t think he’s above manipulating people to get your friends in trouble. He probably would kick eren out of the class if you didn’t say yes…
There was only one answer now. You knew what you had to do.
——
The next day you wait outside of your advisors door at 2:58. Your heart feels like a horde of stampeding elephants in your chest.
When the door of the office finally opens at 3, Eren walks out and smiles when he sees you. “Hey (Y/N)!” he says.
“Oh uhm… hey Eren.” You say softly.
Eren tilts his head. “Are you OK (Y/N)? You seem kinda-“
“Jaeger. Leave. I have business with (Y/N) and you're holding her up.” Levi snaps from the doorway.
Eren just rolls his eyes and waves to you as he walks away. You feel the lump in your throat grow even larger.
Once the boy is out of sight the shorter man turns to you. “Well then (Y/N)... I hope you’ve made up your mind.”
You nod and gulp down the shame in your throat. You take a shaky breath and exhale before answering.
“I’ll do it.”
The man's eyes glow with that gleam they only get from you. “I see.” he purrs.
He opens the heavy door wide and gestures to the chair that you had sat in the previous two times you had come here.
“Well then, come inside my pet. The two of us have a lot of work to do.”
