Yours Truly Q

I write for whoever I'm obessing over :P ☆ they/them

[yours-truly-q]

~ Vexation ☆·*○.

☆ Synopsis - You forgot you had your binder on, and you're a bit resistant to taking it off. Levi had a bad day but still makes sure you take care of yourself! ☆ Warnings! - Fluff mostly! Levi is a bit ooc but I think thats it :P ☆ Pairing/s - Levi Ackerman x gn!reader ☆ Notes - Binge watched almost all of aot but couldn't watch anymore after Eren started going evil mode, It was so happy what happened 😭😭 w/c - 1k

Walking into the mess hall, you spot Levi sitting at the head of one of the tables, sipping on a cup of, what you can only assume is, tea. The moment you catch his eye, you smile at him, giving a small wave before sitting down in the closest seat to his left. The only clue that Levi heard what you said was that he glanced at you before taking a sip of his tea and looked away. Your brows furrow a little, at his lack of acknowledgement, but you shrug and move on, assuming he had a bad day.

Opening the book you bought with you, you flip through it, searching for the specific page you left off on last. You settle on one and start to read through the words, sighing slowly and contently as both you and Levi are eased into a calm silence. The only noises that are heard is the occasional sound of ceramic on wood from Levi’s cup and, if you strain your hearing, the faint chatter and bickering of the cadets, no doubt, causing chaos around the base. With how loud they were, even from across the other side of the camp, you figure you’ve found the source of Levi’s bad mood. However none of those sounds seemed to pull either of you out of the cozy bubble that had surrounded you both, willing the tensions in your muscles and Levi’s, borderline constant, state of alertness, to slowly relax. You sink further into your seat, happy to finally have a calm moment with Levi, even if neither of you are talking.

However, as you sink into your seat, your ribs ache in protest, causing you to wince a little before adjusting to a more favourable position for your body. You vaguely wonder why your torso hurts but dismiss the thought assuming it’s probably nothing. You sigh again and flip the page in your book before, surprisingly, Levi breaks the silence for once.

“How long have you had your binder on for?” He asks monotonically, eyes flicking briefly down to your sides then jumping back up to your eyes. You guess he must’ve caught the brief twist of pain in your expression making you smile sweetly at his care and observance.

Then your face flashes with recognition at his words, giggling bashfully while understanding that, ‘yes, it was your binder that was making your sides groan in protest’. “Ah, shit, I forgot I had it on.” You honestly reply, a sheepish smile pulling at your face, yet you make no move to take it off for that much needed break that your ribs and lungs needed. When you don’t so much as twitch, he raises an eyebrow seeing if that will prompt you to leave and take the thing off.

“You gonna sit there and crush your ribs to shit or are you going to take it off?” Levi queries rhetorically after a moment, while he pulls his mug up to his lips, staring at you from over the edge of the ceramic to read your expressions.

“I can’t be bothered.” You groan dramatically, dropping your book onto the table in front of you and pouting just a little bit as you sink further down your seat. Levi rolls his eyes and sets his cup onto the table in front of him. He stands, running a hand through his hair while stepping towards you, not quite a fan of the idea of you squishing your ribs to shit.

“Too bad, get it off” Levi states plainly, voice almost comparable to when he’s giving order, just a bit softer and quieter. Crossing his arms, Levi looks down at you from his standing position and you can’t tell whether you should be intimidated or turned on.

You frown and you look away from him, eyes glancing at the neighbouring chairs and tables that surround you both. You think over his words for a moment, coming up with a counter of some sort while your hand comes up to rub your neck. You purse your lips and try to ignore the feeling of Levi’s eyes staring holes into the side of your head. 

You whine before you ask him, “Can’t I just have, like, 2 more minutes or something? It’s not like I’m going to spontaneously combust if I have it on for another 5 minu-”

“-No, take it off.” Levi cuts you off with a commanding tone, leaning his face closer to yours while tugging your head in his direction, refusing to let you look away. The hand that is now on your jaw tightens minutely as his eyes bore into your own with warning, daring you to ask him again. Levi breathes out a sigh, slow, controlled and you feel it fan against your cheeks causing a small blush to erupt on your face. The close proximity doesn’t help to quell the redness in your cheeks nor does Levi’s eyes skimming over your figure then re-seizing eye contact with you. You try to look away but his fingers just tug your face back to his, hardening their grip.

Despite your slightly flustered state, you steel your resolve and open your mouth about to throw out another protest before Levi cuts you off once again.

“Ask me one more time and I’ll cut the damn binder off of you” He threatens, voice level but dripping in a promise to make good on his word, giving you no choice but to listen to him.

“Fine…” You pout and pull your face out of his hold so you can look away from Levi and sulk in your chair. He gives an approving hum before stepping back, giving you space to stand up and go take your binder off for a break. As you start walking away, you don’t notice how Levi’s lips tugged upward in a small adoring smile, nor how his eyes softened at the sight of you. Even though he had a bad day and you were a pain in the ass, there was something endearing about it, about you, and for some reason that was beyond him, he wouldn’t change that for the world.

[yours-truly-q]

~ Your Eunoia ☆·*○.

☆ Synopsis - Does L care about how smart his partner is? (spoiler alert: he doesn't) ☆ Warnings! - a LOT of low self-esteem from reader, NEOT proof-read (I am very tired, pls don't judge) ☆ Pairing/s - L. Lawliet x gn!reader ☆ Notes - Trying something new style wise, tell me what you think! I've also just got back into Death Note (OH how I MISS YOU L ‼️) w/c - 1.1k

"Why do you like me?" You ask L bluntly, the previous silence being disturbed by your abrupt question. Your eyes flick between L and the coffee table, which had recent crime scene photos resting on it, like you couldn't decide what sight to let your eyes settle on. You were nervous, and maybe L could see that through your fiddling hands and body posture which has you curled into the sofa you sat on, like it could personally hide you from his deductive abilities. You knew better though.

L gives it a bit of thought, hands pausing over a photo at your words, before they continue their descent, fingers brushing the paper. You wonder what he thinks sometimes, how he can find a suspect by their body language and speech pattern alone, what clues he sees as relevant and what ones aren't worth looking at twice. He's so smart it makes you wonder why he would choose you in the first place. You're not particularly smart, you didn't do things he couldn't predict, if anything he sees what you're going to do before you even do it, so why you?

"You're simple and nice to look at." L states bluntly, his voice breaking you out of your thought process.

"Thanks" You roll your eyes playfully at his comment, but consider his words carefully, trying to understand this from L's perspective, what he could mean. 'Simple?' Your face scrunches up in confusion at the word, 'But why does he want that? Does he even want that? If he didn't, then why would he even point it out in the first place?' Your eyes glaze over as you let your head try to break down L's words, hoping that dissecting his reply will lead to a reasonable answer.

"...You're thinking about this too hard." L mumbles loud enough for you to hear, while his large black eyes glance over to you from the corner of his vision. He takes in your expression attentively, before going back to staring intently at two photos that lay side by side.

"Well, it's hard not too when I can't figure out if being 'simple' is a good thing or not." You huff out a laugh, one hand coming up to fiddle with the fabric of your shirt sheepishly. You look away from his form entirely, not sure what to make of this conversation at all.

"It is-" L starts as his index finger taps his lip in thought, no doubt about the case that was presented to him no more than 2 hours ago. "-You are easy to emotionally read, no matter how subtle or obvious your tells are, simple in thought process, so, predictable-" He continues while reaching over the table to grab a file, from the other end of the table, to scrutinise.

"WOW, just call me stupid why don't you?" You joke quietly with a silly smile slapped across your face. Though L makes a mental note to pick apart the emotional and mental connotations that that comment comes with, along with your expression, later.

"-, and, to me, accessible." L finishes, opening the file and taking in the information it presents him, though, before he starts reading, he stares at you with a prominent expression and says.

"You're simple, and that very thing is a quality I appreciate and look for in my environment when all I see is complexity." Then L looks down to his file, like he never said anything in the first place. He almost looks distracted, even though you know for a fact he is nothing of the sort, like he's not listening and you take a moment to admire him, as subtly as you can, in all his glory. The way his black hair shines in the white fluorescent light of the hotel room, how his finger brushes over his lip in thought and most of all, how his dark eyes scan over pages of facts and data. He's so pretty so it's not fair how he's so smart on top of all of that.

'What do you have to offer to him? What do you do for him? What makes him stay?' You look away from L as you let the thoughts quietly fester in your mind, because, they were right, weren't they? Even if what he wanted was simplicity and you were, apparently, that very thing, It's not like you were easy to interact with or be with as a partner. Insecurity lurked in every corner of your mind tainting each thing you said, did or even thought. No matter how far you ran from it, it would always find you and curl its sharp, venomous claws into your heart. So maybe you were simple, but you were in no way easy to handle, and you were just waiting for him to get sick of you and your constant self-doubt.

A small hum brings you out of your thoughts once more, before you notice L placing down the file he was reading, onto the table, and shuffling towards you. He crouches in front of your chair, in his typical L stance, while his eyes bore into your own with a certain intensity you've only seen very few times.

"Do not think that because you doubt yourself, that you are less deserving of my affections. Your value isn't determined by your flaws, nor your failures; nor is your worth in this relationship determined by how much you 'contribute' or 'bring' to the relationship. Your insecurities don't take away from the amount of fondness I harbor for you." His voice holds an air of unwavering certainty, like the mere idea that this could be a false statement was a crazy thought. L's normally deadpan face softened as you scanned his expression, eye brows, lips, nose, for any sign of deception. Then the moment you gazed into his eyes, you saw it, a warm tenderness that L unusually didn't show so freely, but here it was, just so you could confirm that he meant this, confirm how he felt. He was committed to you, and maybe this was his silent way of showing it.

"You will see your worth, for yourself, one day, but for now simply remember that, once again-" L leans in closer to you, chest almost brushing your knees to emphasise his words even more. "-your value isn't determined by your flaws, nor your failures." His voice carries a weight to it that you couldn't name if you tried, but his eyes tell you all you need to know. So even though you're uncertain, even though you don't feel that you're enough, you nod because you know that even if you don't feel worth the trouble, L does and maybe that, in itself, enough.

☆ Bonus!

"...so you like me because I'm stupid is what I'm hearing?" You joke again while leaning towards L in your chair. Whatever tension that had been building between the you two immediately dissipates as you let out small giggles.

"You know that's not what I mean, but if you wish to take it that way then who am I to correct you?" L reaches for his cup, but it can't hide that rare smile of his, that spreads across his face.

[yours-truly-q]

Even when you're crying, he's there for you.

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Sfw, 370 words, comfort, I cleaned this up a bit but the writing is still a bit messy

You tighten your grip on your shirt, as desperate misery claws at your chest with such violent intent you fear the emotion will rip you two. It strangles your throat from the inside out, so hard it causes your heart to pound with earth shattering force. Said force causes shakes and tremors to race through your body, making you tense and tremble. Your body lurches forward as you gasp hopelessly for another breath that will do nothing to satisfy the growing need for oxygen. This dreaded feeling sinks its venomous claws into your quivering heart; You understand its malicious call perfectly. 'You can't breath'

But as your feelings start to make good on their threat to chew you up and spit you out like vermin, that familiar warmth engulfs you again.

Slow, careful fingers rake through your hair, while others press into your back, emanating comforting heat through your body. Calm breath fans down your neck and you're aware of small kisses they gently press into the neighbouring skin.

"You're okay, it's okay, I've got you." He whispers, willing that damning feeling back into the depths of your soul so only quiet hiccups and stray tears remain. You shake and cry, but this time, every tremble is met with a palm running up and down your arm, every loud cry is met with a soft kiss to your forehead, every wheezy inhale is met with a whispered “Good job baby, keep going”. You sit in his space, letting your mind numb with his overwhelming amount of love and care.

"Caleb." You sob, words slurred due to how long you'd been crying for. Reddened cheeks are soaked with your salty tears that Caleb wipes away with such gentle care.

"I know, honey, I know," He mumbles with quiet reassurance. A large warm hand rakes through your hair slowly, a small comfort in this devastating situation you find yourself in.

He pulls you onto his lap so you're no longer sitting on the cold floor. Resting his head on top of your own, your cheek is pushed into his chest. His heart beats, badum badum badum, a constant steady rhythm against your ear and you know you're going to be okay. Caleb will help you and you'll get through this.

<3

☆ Bonus ☆

"Are you okay? why we're you crying?" He asked, drying the last of your tears with his fingers. Caleb stares into your eyes, concern dripping from his expression as he tries to find the reason for your devastation.

"I stubbed my toe ]: " You pout, sniffing dejectedly as you look away from Caleb.

"...You stubbed your toe?"

<3

I'm so sorry for being so inactive recently, works been kicking my ass recently ;-; I'm hoping to be more active soon but I can't promise anything, sorry!! Hope you enjoyed this fic either way and that you have a good day/night :p

[yours-truly-q]

Even when he's running late, Caleb will never forget your kiss <3

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1k words, sfw, no warnings, for those who want to know this was based on the 24 hour schedule that was released for Caleb [:

<3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆

Caleb's late because you asked him ONCE that morning for him to stay a bit longer in bed with you and took that as an invitation to just spend another hour-ish in bed with you.

Now he's late because he just couldn't bare to leave you that morning

"Fuck!" You hear Caleb swear along with a thud. You huff, amused at his obscenity, while debating whether you're going to get up now to see what happened or just wait to ask him later. Grumbling, you shift in the bed and curl up, thinking about your options. As you curl up in the comfortable warm of the bed another crash resounds through the house and you sigh.

Groaning you tiredly sit up, clumsily pulling your blanket around your shoulders. With what felt like momentous effort, you haul yourself to your feet, waiting a moment to stabilize yourself before shuffling out of yours and Caleb's bedroom and towards the sound of profanities and the clattering objects.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom, you look down the hallway before you see Caleb rush haphazardly from one room to the other, a repeating rant of "shit, shit, shit" following behind him. Curious, you glance from the room Caleb just entered to the clock on his nightstand and 'oh, it's 7:40 am' so not only did he miss his morning physical training, but he's going to be late getting to the fleet. You snort and slowly let your tired eye gaze back to the room Caleb is in.

"Pipsqueak?" Caleb's smooth voice calls out in a questioning tone, then a moment later, his head pops out from the side of the door. The moment his eyes lock onto your form, a bright grin slips onto his face.

"Are you...laughing at me being late?" Caleb asks, slowly strolling towards your form in the doorway like he has all the time in the world and isn't incredibly late. You roll your eyes and nod, fighting back a yawn.

"Of course I was, the feet space Coronel of all people is late. Plus as well seeing you skid around the house in a panic is kinda funny. " You explain, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

"Well, if I remember correctly, the only reason I'm late is because someone wouldn't let me go when I tried to get out of bed." Raising an eyebrow, Caleb lets a knowing smirk pull at his features.

"In my defence, I don't need to get up today aaaaand you should've just... got up." You mumble your weak argument as you glance away from Caleb, your eyes naturally falling on the ticking clock.

"Anyway, don't you have to leave, like, right now?" You change the subject, eyes still fixated on those ticking hands. Caleb frowns at the reminder while he lets his hands reach out to hold your hips, thumbs rubbing at the fabric of your sleep clothes.

Then suddenly Caleb clears his throat, causing you to gaze at him inquisitively, before he states in a slightly mirth-filled voice, "I do, but before I rush out the door like a mad man-"

"You are a mad man-" You add on quietly under your breath, but Caleb's pointed expression tells you that he heard that. You grin cheekily.

"...I have one last thing I need to do." He mumbles in a low tone as you feel his fingers flex over your clothing.

Then he leans in, a soft kiss pressed gently against your forehead, warmth immediately spreading from the area, leaving a sense of comfort in its wake. A smile tugs at your face, your eyes slowly shutting as you try to savour this feeling. The feeling of being so loved and cared for on this average, early morning.

Caleb's affectionate arms slide around your back, resting on your waist, and subsequently pulling you closer into his kiss and his warm embrace. Then all too soon, Caleb's lips have pulled away and you can feel the small pout that starts to pull at your face.

However, before you can open your eyes, another kiss is pressed to your cheek, the same amount of love pouring off of the action, then another to your cheek, then your nose, and before you know it, Caleb starts to drown you in his affections. His lips (that are now curled into an adoring smile) press clumsily into any patch of skin it can find, filled with so much burning passion that it almost puts you into a daze. The ticklish feeling of his mouth dragging across your skin (dragging because you both know he hates the idea of parting with you more that anything) causes you to squirm and push against and away from him. His arms only tighten around you.

You laugh, throwing your head back as a result, and try to pull yourself away again. That only leads him to kiss from your shoulder all the way up past your neck and to your jaw, leaving the skin tingling and warm.

"Caleb!" You manage to squeal out while another giggle ripples through your body. This doesn't deter his violent assault in the slightest, though.

"You're gonna be even more late!" You huff out between laughs, then you finally find that his kisses slow to a reluctant stop.

He sighs as he looks at you, his head resting on your shoulder. As you look towards this man's face, you find a smile that holds so much love paired with eyes that glimmer with joy, stare back at you in adoration.

"Fine, I'll go, but just one more before I leave." He mumbles, eyes glancing down to your lips before he leans in again. His mouth pushes gently against your own while his fingers rub tenderly into your back. Then, after a moment passes, he pulls back unwillingly because he knows if he doesn't leave now, he won't leave at all.

Even much later, when he's writing some reports at his desk, his mind will think back to that morning you two spent together and he won't be able to hide that longing smile that tugs at his face.

He was SO late that morning but he didn't care one bit because he got to spend those few moments that he'll cherish forever with you. You think I'm joking but I'm not, he won't ever forget that day because of how domestic and silly that morning was. It was everything he wanted and more

He just loves you

<3

This was supposed to be a short drabble, but then I started writing and now it's a 1k fic. I don't think I've written so much before in my life 😭 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and if you see any mistake, no you don't (Pls tell me in all seriousness though!!) [:

[yours-truly-q]

Caleb is so sweet when you're on your period, and you can't convince me otherwise

<3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆ <3 ☆

He'd buy you anything you wanted, chocolate? Check, new blanket? Of course! Anything and everything for his favourite person

If you wanted to cuddle, he'd agree with zero hesitation, no matter what he's doing, even if it's important like the world gonna blow up or something, his lover is more important. He'd run his fingers through your hair and mumble sweet nothings like "I'm sorry, I know it hurts, honey," "I love you so much, baby.", "It's okay, just go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up," and such

Talking about being sweet, he'd do and say things with such thoughtfulness and consideration and not just him asking if you're okay; more along the lines of "I know tend to have x y z when on your period so i did a b c for you." Do you get what I'm saying? He wants so desperately to do right by you that that thought bleeds into the reason for his every action. If he's not doing it or saying for you then why is he doing it at all?

As I've said, He would literally do anything for you, BUT there is one thing that he struggles with, and that would be leaving you alone. If you ask him to leave you alone, he'll try his very best, but... expect him to be re-entering the room in the next 30 minutes under the guise of checking on you. He's just worried about you and wants to help you however he can <3

I think it's already established that Caleb is basically your own personal chef, so it goes without saying that he'll be cooking for you all through your period. Plus, with the amount of thought (and love!!) he puts into every meal he makes you (making sure you get enough protein and all that good stuff), he doesn't need to change anything about the way he cooks

I also think that he's still teasing you, albeit less than he normally would, but he still does it. I imagine he'd probably do stuff like holding things you want out of reach and, lovingly, making fun of you. Just glare at him, and he'll chuckle before apologising because he doesn't actually want to upset you in the end.

In short he's a very attentive boyfriend, a little mean, but loves you very much and will do anything for you <3

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THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON MY LAST POST RAAAHHHH!! I'm so excited to be posting on here now cus I was SO scared before. I also hope you enjoyed today's drabble? Headcanons? I don't know lol [[:

[yours-truly-q]

Caleb is the type to lower the thermostat so you have no choice but to cuddle up to him.

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

"Caleb, is it cold in here?" You'd ask as a shiver would rake through your body, forcing you to cuddle the blanket that you snagged earlier, tighter around you.

"Why, you cold? C'mere I'll warm you up." He'd smile while taking you hand gently and pulling you down onto the sofa in a firm hug. He would guide your head to lay on his chest as his other hand would snake down to rest across your back. He'd lay on his back, with you on top of him while he'd run his fingers through your hair.

'This is the dream,' He'd think as he let's the soft sounds of your breathing comfort him into a sleepy state.

<3

GIVE ME DOCILE SLEEPY CALEBB‼️‼️ I NEED SEE THIS MAN SO CUTE AND CUDDLY OR I MIGHT ACTUALLY DIE

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