#❤︎ — levtta

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this is how levi’d touch me after staring at me wide-eyed and uttering something beneath his breath. something along the lines of “there could never be another you.”

(sacredly…….)

and then we’ll pretend that his soft whimpering is merely because of the chill of the night, and definitely not because my skin feels like feathers beneath his fingertips — so much softer than he had imagined (and believe, he has, from sunrise to sundown and over and over again.) — and in his silly, little, racing mind, he can’t fathom how.

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𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀’𝐒 2024 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: levi ackerman x letta (levtta), choso kamo x letta (choetta), simon riley x letta (lemon)

♱ 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒕𝒕𝒂:

levi’s waiting for you at the kitchen table by the time you make it downstairs. his slender fingers drum against the polished wood, to the beat of a song you can’t remember, and when he registers your presence his dark brows lift —

— his version of a smile.

“you look decent,” he murmurs, eyes slowly trailing up your body, lingering in places that made your breath catch. if it were anyone else, you’d be offended, scoffing around a “what is that supposed to mean?”

but levi isn’t just anyone. and you know that though he may seem displeased — unimpressed or disinterested— his fragile heart beat frantically behind his ribcage, in a twisted pursuit to jump from his chest.

knowing this, your response comes lightly. “you don’t look too bad yourself, mr. ackerman.”

his fingers stutter. “well, mrs. ackerman, all the credit goes to you. this was your idea, after all.”

you shuffle closer, and his eyes glint as you make your way to him, legs uncrossing as the smile on your face grows devilish. “oh no, i can’t take credit just yet.”

he hums bemusedly.

“your outfit isn’t quite completed.”

his brows knit together as he peers up at you through delicate, inky feathers. “it…isn’t?”

you shake your head, bangs ruffling as you do so. “you’re missing quite the essential accessory, ‘vi. i’m nearly disappointed.”

his lips part but quickly clamp shut as you fish through your handbag, pushing chapstick, jewellery, and makeup to the side before you find what you were looking for — pulling it out with a gasp.

“here!” you hold a headband up to him, one with animal ears and fur on the top. before he can protest, you settle atop his lap and place it on his head, grinning when his lips thin into a line. “oh, now i’ll take credit for this.”

he grumbles all the way to the car, complaining about how silly he looks and the fact that his cadets won’t take him seriously after such a display. he makes no move to remove it, though.

♱ 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂:

choso frowns at himself in the mirror, thin brows bunching together as he pouts.

“do i look okay?”

you turn to him, eyes flitting across his face caked with cheap stage makeup. you reach a finger out to tuck a stray strand of hair back. “yeah, nothing’s smudged if that’s what you were worried about.”

his frown deepens. “no, i mean do i look okay. i don’t look too…” he glances to the side before his eyes snap back to you. “…too scary right?”

you smile softly. “that’s the whole point of tonight, cho’”

he nods, as though he anticipated your answer and already swallowed it. “i know but-i look scary every other day of the year because of my scar.” He points to his nose. “i just want to make sure it’s not so…bad today.”

your hands find his, and without thinking, you murmur, “you look fine, cho’. and really, what’s so bad about being scary? means i get to keep you all to myself.”

the man’s ears turn poppy-red when he registers what you said, eyes glued to yours longingly, lips trembling.

♱ 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏:

“this lil’ getup makes me feel silly,” simon mutters beneath his breath, forefinger tugging at the collar of his dress shirt. his eyes catch yours in the mirror, softening for a second, before his lips pull into a frown.

“but you look cute, si.” you close the distance between you both, pressing your chest to his broad, muscled back as your hand glides up his corded arm. “why don’t you like it?”

“‘cos of that shite film.” his hands move to his tie now, wrapping it about itself. “who th’ hell is gonna give up th’ love of their life for bloody music? makes no fuckin’ sense — pisses me off just thinkin’ ‘bout it, dressin’ up like some daft tosser.”

you let out a breathy laugh as your chin finds purchase in the crook of his neck. “he had two loves, baby. one just wasn’t tangible, that’s all.”

“still bollocks.”

with a shake of your head and a soft, low huff of laughter, you wind your fingers through his low-cut hair, giving his sideburns a gentle rake of your fingernails as he attempts the tie again. his sigh, more of an aggravated grunt, comes just in time, his body slumping slightly, muscles relaxing against the softness of yours.

“but yer dress is cute, luvie, makes it bearable.”

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hehe, i made levi, choso, and i from this picrew. why are we the cutest

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levi who is notoriously stingy with his tea collection but spares some only for you

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[musouie]

with: levi ackerman + letta ⸝⸝ levtta

tags: strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, she fell first but he fell harder, shy gf more shy bf, both very insecure, acts of service love language, protective!bf, moody with everyone else but her, love letters, bike rides at sunset, drive in movies, hand holding, “i want that!” gf, “anything for you” bf, stares at her when he thinks she’s not looking!, absolutely smitten on both sides, her personal chauffeur, listens to cassettes and cds together, bonds over their taste for old music, hyperfixates over similar things, remember every little detail about you bf, sporadic bursts of intense affection gf.

pet names: darling, love, or dove

our songs: right side of my neck by faye webster, true love ways by buddy holly, for lovers by lamp, and angel baby by rosie & the originals!