OVERDRIVE !

so fucking zen

[yk-4]

JEAN 🗯 ROUTE 022 # CURRENT. LEVI ACKERMAN # RULES. ( GASOLINE ) # MASTERLIST. ( THE GARAGE ) — est. 2025 # RECENT. CHOSO KAMO

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[yk-4]

i mught be deunk right now, but happy new years everybody! i need a dick inside me

[yk-4]

merry christmas! and happy birthday levi! 🎄🌟🍾

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[yk-4]

i love your levi series so much so far

so sorry i'm replying late—i was swamped with finals and just got through them today! this made my day SO much. can’t wait to finish those drafts now! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

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[yk-4]

chat, i think i'm in the middle of a regression.

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[yk-4]

SERIAL SOCK LOSER w. LEVI ACKERMAN

ⓘ part of my roommate.ᐟlevi au. sfw. # CW. none. modern au. college au. WC. 1.3k # JEAN. thank you for all the love and support for this series! i have a lot of travel planned for december, but i'll do my best to keep the updates coming (｡ゝᴗ•)

﹙series masterlist﹚﹙chapter one | next﹚

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levi woke up to the usual morning light filtering through the blinds. he stepped out of his bedroom, expecting... well, fuck his life. his eyes immediately landed on the sea of boxes sprawled across the apartment floor. a vein throbbed in his forehead.

every surface seemed to be claimed by your boxes—labeled with cryptic phrases like 'things that vibrate (don't ask)', 'my existential crisis (seriously, do not open)', 'scraps (mostly yarn)', and simply, ominously, 'stuff'—leaving little room for anything else.

levi sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. a week. he'd given it a week. he supposed he could suffer in silence for a few more days, but he wasn't making any promises. he just hope, for the sake of his sanity, that this 'settling in' phase wouldn't last much longer.

he tiptoed his way to the kitchen, one wrong step and he’d be tripping over a stack of your sketchbooks. “who the hell needs this much crap?” he muttered, glaring at the boxes as if they were personally responsible for his suffering—which, in some way, they were.

levi's usual routine had become a daily test of his goddamn sanity. he yanked the fridge open—your magnets, postcards, and 'lucky' stickers practically wallpapered every inch of it—and grabbed his milk.

then there was his teapot, playing hide-and-seek amongst your paintbrush jars. “fucking hell,” he grumbled, shoving the clutter aside with a scowl. he was going to find glitter in his tea for weeks, he just knew it.

he finally managed to pour his tea, only to realize there was barely any room to sit down without knocking something over. he perched on the edge of a chair, balancing his cup like it was a bomb.

as he took a sip, a stray roll of canvas caught on his foot, startling him. “goddammit!” he hissed, watching precious drops of his tea stain his flannel pajamas.

he needed a drink. a stronger one. and possibly a new roommate.

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a shaft of late afternoon sunlight sliced through the kitchen, illuminating the box you were rifling through. old photographs, forgotten trinkets, and half-finished craft projects lay scattered around you. you were lost in nostalgia, humming softly to yourself, completely oblivious to levi's simmering rage.

levi crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched you move with bright and carefree energy. he cleared his throat, making you look at him. “you know, this place isn’t a storage unit,” he said, his voice edged with frustration.

you looked up, grinning widely. “oh, don't you worry your pretty head about it, levi! besides, it makes the place feel alive." you shrugged playfully.

he frowned, "i think you're confusing the word 'alive' with 'unsanitary'," levi said, uncrossing his arms. "and my 'pretty head' is the least of my concerns. what concerns me is the rapidly declining state of hygiene in this apartment."

you bristled. "hey, i'm not unhygienic!"

"then explain the mold growing on that yogurt in the fridge."

you winced. okay, he had a point. "fine," you said, crossing your arms. "what, you want me to get rid of everything? because that's not happening."

"that won't be necessary," he said, his voice softening slightly. "just... clean up this mess. and try to be a little more mindful of the space we're sharing."

"right, mindful," you repeated, snapping your fingers. "got it! anything else, captain?"

levi pushed off the counter. “if you keep this up, i'll start charging rent for all the space your crap’s taking."

you burst out laughing, grabbing a trash bag. “you're killing me! but don’t worry. i'll try to be better about it, i promise."

he deadpanned. “good. because i’m not moving out anytime soon.”

you winked. “glad to hear it.”

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it had been three weeks into the first semester, but the university cafeteria was its usual self: clattering trays, loud conversations, and that weirdly familiar smell of cafeteria meat buns. levi navigated the chaos, snagging some meat buns and his usual black coffee. he joined erwin, miche, moblit, and hange at their usual table near the window, already bracing himself for whatever insanity hange had cooked up that day.

erwin offered him a polite nod. "levi. how's your research paper coming?"

levi grunted, taking a cautious sip of his coffee. "just the usual. group project partners who haven't read the assigned material, professors who think sleep is optional, the university generally conspiring to irritate me."

miche was sniffing his food, as always, looking super serious about it. moblit, hange's long-suffering partner, looked like he hadn't slept in days.

hange, however, was practically vibrating with energy. "speaking of irritation, levi, how's the roommate situation going?"

levi's jaw tightened. "a disaster."

erwin chuckled. "surely, it's not that bad, levi."

levi's expression darkened.

erwin cleared his throat. "okay, maybe it's a little bad, huh?"

...

the past three weeks had been a slow descent into levi's madness.

every day, levi would open the fridge with anticipation, bracing himself for the worst. he needed a cup of tea, and the milk was usually the least offensive thing in there. he cautiously moved aside a container of what appeared to be a jar of pickles that were suspiciously glowing green and that's when he saw it. a tupperware container labeled "experimental art project."

curiosity, or perhaps a morbid sense of self-preservation, got the better of him. he lifted the lid, and a wave of pungent, unidentifiable odor wafted into his face. inside, a murky green liquid swirled around chunks of god knows what.

levi slammed the lid back on, his face contorted in disgust. "what the fuck is that?" he demanded, ripping you from your concentration as you finished a sketch that was due tomorrow.

"oh, that?" you said, looking up. "it's my compost experiment. i'm trying to create a new color for my paintings."

"you're creating a biohazard," levi corrected, grabbing the milk and slamming the fridge door shut. "and you're doing it in my fridge."

"sorry! on it!"

...

levi had learned to accept that your art supplies were going to be everywhere. he just tried to avoid them. but then came the day when he walked into the apartment to find paint splattered across the ceiling.

"what the hell happened?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation.

"It's called 'splatter art!'" you said, beaming.

levi stared at the paint-covered ceiling, his eye twitching. "well, that's just fantastic."

...

then there was one of his favorite days, a day he looked forward to all week—laundry day. utterly ruined. levi stood in the laundry room, holding the faintly pink pile of what used to be his whites. a vein throbbed in his forehead.

he turned to you, who nervously smiled at him. he took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing. "you have five seconds," he said, eyeing the lone red sock sitting innocently on the washing machine. "to 'unfuck' this situation."

"i'm sorry!" you started. "i was in a hurry! i swear, i didn't see it slip out of my hamper!"

levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "well, now you see it."

"i can fix it!" you said, your eyes widening. "i'll just… bleach everything!"

levi just stared at you, speechless. it's only been three weeks, and he was pretty sure he'd aged ten years.

...

hange, of course, was delighted. "oh, i've got to see your apartment! maybe we can collaborate on an experiment!"

"absolutely not," levi said, his voice flat. "you're not setting foot in my apartment. it's a biohazard zone."

"but levi—" hange started to protest.

"no," levi interrupted, his gaze steely. "the only thing entering my apartment is a professional cleaning crew."

erwin, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, finally intervened. "alright, hange, leave levi alone." he turned to levi, a knowing glint in his eyes. "perhaps a bit of a mess is good for you, levi. keeps you on your toes."

levi just glared at him. "i'd prefer to keep my toes intact." he took another sip of his coffee, trying to wash away the image of his pink wardrobe. he had a feeling this was just the beginning of his long suffering.

( # the devil wears pj's .ᐣ ) — click to view all chapters.

[yk-4]

THE DEVIL WEARS PAJAMAS w. LEVI ACKERMAN A SERIES MASTERLIST

[ .ᐟ ] warning : may contain unintentional flirting and kitchen fights.

ⓘ roommate.ᐟlevi x f.ᐟreader. roommates-to-lovers. # CW. each chapter could be read as a standalone, mainly sfw but eventual smut. slow-burn. college au. roommate au. # JEAN. been wanting to write a romcomish series forever!

# SUMMARY.

roommate.ᐟlevi loved his clean, quiet apartment—it was his pride and joy. the thought of sharing it with another human being fills him with a quiet horror. but with student loans piling up and the staggering cost of economics textbooks, he found himself reluctantly posting an ad for a roommate.

roommate.ᐟlevi's budget had seen better days—like, before those ridiculously expensive textbooks arrived. he'd started rationing everything: air purifier use (every other night), and AC (only at night). he'd even considered getting a job to avoid the roommate situation, but his class schedule made that completely impossible.

roommate.ᐟlevi meticulously screened numerous candidates, rejecting each for various reasons. miche, with his questionable hygiene and habit of sniffing everything, was an immediate no. hange... need i say more? erwin, despite seeming like the perfect candidate, was ultimately disqualified by his booming phone calls and snoring that could rival a freight train. moblit, while seemingly ideal, was deemed too easily swept up in hange's experiments.

roommate.ᐟlevi after months of painstakingly screening potential roommates, had all but given up hope. honestly, he was starting to think he'd be better off living in a meticulously organized cardboard box. then, he got a text from an unknown number: you. you'd seen his roommate-wanted poster, and, sharing a similar financial plight, decided to take a chance.

roommate.ᐟlevi figured, at this point, you couldn't possibly be more annoying than the previous applicants. the brief text exchange was... well, let's just say your slightly sheepish acknowledgment that organization is not your strong suit. but you know what? at least you're upfront about it.

roommate.ᐟlevi with a heavy heart, sent you the address. little did he know, your interior design major meant that your apartment—or any space you inhabit—is a collection of half-finished projects.

# CHAPTER INDEX. [ .ᐟ ] some chapters contain adult contents. please read responsibly. [ # ] ( the devil wears pj's .ᐣ ) — click to view all chapters.

CHAPTER 01. SERIAL SOCK LOSER ( wc. 1.3k )

CHAPTER 02. PRIDE AND POST-IT WARS

CHAPTER 03. CRAZY RICH GROCERY RUNS

stay tuned for moreee !

[kamiflix]

How to see mature content!!

Hello everyone, given what has been happening to me ( @kamitv ) and my fellow writers ( @tonycries & @madamechrissy ) on here lately, I've decided to come on here (my unflagged account, lol) and make a simple tutorial on how to see mature content on your account/dashboard, wtv.

If you are receiving the following message when looking for your favorite writer's blog, works, etc;

The following is what you'll need to do to fix that.

First you need to go to tumblr's website, I'm unsure why but the option simply does not appear anywhere on the app and you must go through the web for this. (This tutorial is given from the perspective of visiting tumblr.com via mobile device) From there on it's pretty simple.

Once here, you'll need to click on the little hamburger up in your top left corner;

Then the following drop down menu will appear and you need to go to your settings! Under settings, click account.

Once there, you’ll simply need to scroll down until you find “Content Labels”. If you’re facing this issue, it will likely have “Show mature content” as off. Turn it on, along with “Blur mature content” and everything should return to normal for you on both the website and the app.

P.S. IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS REGISTERED UNDER THE AGE OF 18, THIS WILL (obviously) NOT WORK!!! & to my knowledge, tumblr doesn’t allow you to change your bday without reaching out to them, etc.

[yk-4]

the itch to rebrand this blog again 🤌🏻

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[yaegabomb]

Holiday szn with levi Ackerman

[1amglow]

nerdjo has been put on timeout 🍜

[xamallo]

[yk-4]

there's something bittersweet about sharing this last night with my sister, knowing her wedding is tomorrow. i've cherished every moment growing up with her and now she's found the person she'll grow old with <33

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[zoozvie]

He’d make that face, too

[ackerkittyaka-levi]

He has been through it all

[yk-4]

badly wanna write but i don't even have the energy for anything else i wanna do. wtf is my life.

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[yk-4]

ⓘ boyfriend.ᐟchoso kamo with a crybaby girlfriend (they're both crybabies).

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it had become a predictable, almost absurd cycle. every time your half-curse boyfriend, choso, had to leave for an extended mission, a dark cloud would descend upon your relationship. you'd grow distant, irritable, and then, inevitably, you'd break up with him. it wasn't that you didn't love him; you did. deeply. but the thought of him going away, facing unknown dangers, filled you with a paralyzing fear.

poor choso never quite knew how to handle it. he'd try to be stoic, reminding you of his responsibilities as a jujutsu sorcerer, but your emotional outbursts always managed to crack his composure.

"i can't do this," you'd say, your voice trembling. "i can't keep worrying about you, wondering if you're going to come back."

choso would look at you, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and confusion. "but i always come back, baby." he'd say, his voice gentle.

"but what if one day you don't?" you'd retort, tears streaming down your face. "i can't handle that. it's easier to just… end it now!"

and there it was—the inevitable breakup. choso, despite his best efforts, would start to tear up. he hated seeing you upset, and the thought of being apart from you, even for a short time, made his chest ache.

"but… but we just bought matching pajamas!" he'd protest, his voice cracking. "and i was planning on making you my special blood dumplings!"

that was always your breaking point. seeing choso, the usually composed and collected older brother, reduced to a blubbering mess was enough to make you feel like the worst person in the world.

"oh, cho," you'd say, your voice softening. "i'm so sorry. i don't mean to be dramatic. it's just… i'm terrified of losing you."

and then, the tears would flow freely, from both of you. you'd cling to each other, sobbing and apologizing, the matching pajamas and blood dumpling plans momentarily forgotten. it was a sight to behold, really. everyone would agree that you were a match made in heaven.

"i promise i'll be careful," choso would sniffle, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "i'll even wear extra armor, just for you!"

you'd giggle through your tears, shaking your head. "you're such a dork, cho," you'd say, squeezing him tight.

"but i'm your dork," he'd reply, nuzzling his face into your hair.

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then, inevitably, choso would return, keeping his promise. he'd find you with a radiant smile that lit up his entire face. he'd be a little scuffed, maybe a bit bruised, but his eyes would be bright with the joy of seeing you again.

the sight of him would instantly melt away all the anxiety and fear that had been plaguing you. you'd run to him, launching yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight.

"cho!" you'd cry, burying your face in his chest. "you're back! you're really back!"

he'd hold you tight, spinning you around in a circle, his laughter echoing through the apartment. "i told you i would be," he'd say, his voice filled with warmth. "i always keep my promises to you."

he'd set you down gently, his hands still lingering on your waist. he'd look at you, his eyes filled with so much love that you'd feel like you could burst.

"i missed you so much," he'd say, his voice soft. "it felt like an eternity."

you'd reach up and cup his face in your hands, tracing the lines of his jaw, memorizing every detail. "i missed you too," you'd say, your voice trembling with emotion. "more than words can say."

he'd lean in and kiss you, a long, lingering kiss that tasted of relief and joy. when you finally pulled apart, you'd both be breathless and giddy, your faces flushed with happiness.

"so," choso would say, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "about those blood dumplings…"

you'd laugh, shaking your head. "let's get you cleaned up first, big guy." you'd reply, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your bedroom.

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