#roommate!levi

[loveackermannn]

roommate!levi is so pretty with his tattoos and piercings.... i'm sighing very dreamily rn....

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Suz… ahdhjdhdjsh all of it is sending me, the mutual pining is the icing on top

Head empty, just the thoughts of them missing subtle pining looks in each other’s direction. The way Levi would sometimes stand outside your door, raising his hand to knock, but pausing as he tries to think of a good enough excuse to spend more time with you. It always ends with him turning away, pushing hands into his pockets whilst vowing next time, he’ll finally knock. (Lmao imagine opening the door and he’s just standing there🧍‍♂️)

Or the way he silently loves being the first one to see you in the morning. OR the way someone you bring home at night, gets the coldest treatment from him the following morning. And anytime they tell this to you, all you could do is laugh because that wouldn’t make sense… Why would Levi dislike anyone who’s in your bed at night?

Sorcha I finally got the brain cells to reply to this.

Pining roommate Levi who stands by your door, his hand ready to knock, retracting his hand and quickly shuffling away when he hears sounds from your room.

Roommate!Levi who makes dinner whenever he has the chance, and always makes way too much as an excuse to get you to sit and eat with him, to be able to watch you close your eyes and groan as you mumble praises at his food.

Roommate!Levi who is thankful you let him shower first because the thought of running into you, steam spiralling as dewdrops linger from the tendrils of your hair that escape the towel, and the gorgeous way you smell - goddamit did you use his body wash again- like you were his makes him lose his mind.

Roommate!Levi who thinks it has to be a coincidence when he finds you napping on the couch whenever he’s home late, television illuminating your features, colours dancing off your lashes, reflecting off your pouted lips as you groan, subconsciously feeling his gaze as you shifted, kicking off the blanket and revealing your body wrapped up in a hoodie. His hoodie.

Roommate!Levi who came back early from a visit home one weekend, to see an extra pair of shoes. Mens shoes by the door. He slept with a pillow over his head that night because how could he bear to hear the sounds that came from your room? The sounds of another man making you keen and groan, to hear your breathless sighs through the walls and the low gravelly grunts that should have been his echoing through the stupid air vents.

Roommate!Levi who makes you coffee in the morning, steely eyed gaze freezing your friend in his steps. His hasty wave dismissed with a glare, before his voice noticeably softened as he spoke to you, asking how many pieces of bacon you wanted, and how you liked your eggs.

Roommate!Levi who didn’t speak to you for the next week after that incident, coldly dismissing you, staying out late, ignoring your texts inviting him to dinner because you made his favourite.

Roommate!Levi who gets angrier and angrier with each of your efforts to repair the relationship. It all came to a head one night, when he creeps out of his room to get yet another glass of water, the green glow of the kitchen clock a horrible reminder of his sleeplessness. That is, until the subject of his insomnia appears, rubbing sleep from your eyes, midyawn. Your legs are deliciously bare, hair an adorable mess, the shirt you had on (god it was also one of his) lopsided and revealing a tantalizing sliver of collarbone. He realizes that night that you were it for him. He would never be able to get over you.

Roommate!Levi who sits you down after that night. Who reminds you that lease review was coming up, and that he would be moving on from the place, that you were free to look for another roommate. Who refuses to meet your teary eyes as you beg and plead with him to tell you what you did wrong, was it the empty mugs in your room? Was it the way you borrowed his hoodies? Was it the way you left your hair around the house?

Roommate!Levi who shakes his head at everything you mention, because how could he hate those things about you? How could he explain how it kills him when you sweep home, lingering cologne on your scarf hiding the red marks on your neck. How could he explain how everytime you wear his clothes he keeps them for days, relishing in the way you scent mixes with his own along the collar. How could he explain that he loves you so much that it physically hurts to see you with anyone else.

Roommate!Levi who is roommate no longer, who moved out to a single bedroom that isn’t quite the same without your presence. Who holds back a groan when one day, he hears a knock at the door, wrenching it open ready to give the person a piece of his mind for disturbing his night when all of a sudden, you’re in his arms, pressing your frost-kissed nose into his neck, fingertips gripping him tight, so tight.

Roommate!Levi who, between the hiccups is able to discern how much you missed him, how nothing was the same after he left. How you’d give anything to have him back again. Between your blubbering of please, and I’m sorry he could’ve swore he caught the whisper of I love you.

[loveackermannn]

Roommate! Levi x reader were u convince him to let u do his skincare

He reluctantly agrees but you have to sit on his lap for a better look🤭

-toes<3

this is so very cute babes i love it.

i love the trope of 'we're best friends, but not because we're too emotionally constipated to actually admit it' so he just has you in his lap, literally holding his breath, resisting the urge to kiss you right then and there.

but, with your gentle hands grazing across his face as you apply the face mask on, he soon learns to ease up a little and closes his eyes at the cooling sensation along with the feeling of your touch igniting him completely.

'i see that you're enjoying this levi?'

'mhmm.. needed this so bad.'

he'd be quite stressed these days, so you offering him a self care day was exactly what he needed. and what better way to spend it than with you? he loves evenings like this – as if the world stopped on its own for the favor of your souls to dance in serenity.

his hands rested on your hips, occasionally running his thumbs across the planes of your soft skin – every inch of you he could just ravish in.

and yet, he can never find the right words to explain the truth of his feelings but he hopes that with time and through his actions, he can show you just how much mean to him.