#Levi I love you why you so fucking complicated

[mossywizard]

I got all this art to make for the book…. But… I also really wanna draw Harvey and his hairy chest n legs n arms n…. I’m normal….

[augustinewrites]

[twenty-two minutes to midnight]

hange zoe is a special brand of stupid. 

at least that’s what levi thinks as his friend says, stupidly, “if neither of us are kissing anyone at midnight, i guess i’ll have to kiss you, levi.” 

levi ackerman makes it his special mission to be as far as possible from his friend before the clock strikes 12. when it comes to hange, his ever-scowling lips are for critical judgment and insults only. 

“pass,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes when they pout at him. 

“but what about all those times you asked me how to—”

“this conversation is over,” he deadpans, emphasizing his point by walking away. 

but levi has learned long ago that there’s no walking away from hange. they drags themselves up and away from the table to follow, throwing a heavy arm around his shoulders. “why not though? are you planning on kissing someone else tonight?”

their tone is teasing, but their eyes give them away. hange’s fishing for a specific answer. 

“no,” he answers much too quickly to be nonchalant.

his friend just smirks. “she’s here, you know. erwin said she just got back a few weeks ago.”

“i had no idea.” (he already knew.)

“she’s still single.”

“i don’t care.” (he might care.)

they hum thoughtfully. “so you wouldn’t mind if i kissed her instead?”

levi doesn’t answer this time, shoving his friend’s arm off his shoulder and trying to disappear into the party. 

erwin’s parties were always too big, in his opinion. he packed his penthouse apartment to the brim, and how anyone had this many friends, he had no idea. at least the sheer amount of people would allow him the opportunity to slip away, maybe hide in some quiet corner wearing a scowl that could repel the bravest souls.

(and if he hides, there’s no way he’ll run into you, right?)

[twelve minutes to midnight]

by merely thinking of you, levi’s mother would probably say he was tempting fate. his mother was almost always right, loathe as he was to admit it.

because, yeah, it’s barely twenty minutes later when he spots you across the room, sipping champagne while chatting with miche and hange. 

you have your back to him, but he knows that it’s you. it’s instinct— the way his eyes linger down the familiar shape of your body. he traces each curve draped in blue silk the way his hands once did.

levi could go over there. he could tell you that you look gorgeous in that dress. he could tell you that he misses you, needs you, loves you…

but then miche would make that face, and hange would fail to bite back that smile, and levi would have to block both their numbers and all their social media accounts again. 

he could tell you these things, but he’s never figured out how. levi likes to handle things on his own and refuses to show weakness to anyone. 

so he turns on his heel and heads in the opposite direction instead, towards the kitchen to look for a drink. he wasn’t really one for alcohol, but he needed it tonight. 

he’s frowning over the various bottles when erwin appears, a knowing grin on his face. he has a habit of materializing out of nowhere when levi’s at his weakest.

“looking for anything in particular?” the blond asks. 

“just a beer,” he mutters. 

erwin hums, contemplative, then lists various drinks. “let’s see. there are have craft brews, ipa, winter wheat—”

levi makes a face. when the fuck did beer get complicated? “what the hell is a winter wheat?”

“it’s beer, levi,” he chuckles, shooting him an amused look. it lasts a second too long, and is followed by, “you saw her, didn’t you?”

“what does that have to do—”

“are we talking about levi’s love life?”

“no, we’re not,” levi snaps, shooting miche a warning glare that his dumb friend chooses to ignore. 

“come on, we’ve known about your crush for years now,” the man continues, judging him slightly. “remember when you got drunk on hange’s birthday?”

“ah, yes,” erwin sighs, as if he’s recalling a particularly fond memory. “when you announced that you sorely missed—”

“oh my god. i hate my life,” levi mutters, turning on his heel and making his escape as the two grown men giggle like schoolgirls. he grabs the most expensive looking bottle of liquor, yanking the cork out and tossing it onto the counter. 

“maybe you’ll hate your life less if you get laid!”

levi flips them both off before slipping out onto the balcony, content to hide out here until the countdown is over. the door slowly slides shut behind him, muffling the mellow music and cheery laughter inside. 

he sets the bottle he’d swiped on the parapet, looking out at the twinkling city lights. these parties were much too suffocating, full of bright-eyed people that seemed keen on conversing with him no matter how reproachful his gaze. 

he doesn’t turn around when he hears the door slide open and shut behind. he already knows who’s followed him outside.

winter here provides a crisp cool, but levi doesn’t mind, slipping his suit jacket off and tossing it onto a patio chair. you don’t seem to mind it either, bare back pressed against the parapet as you smile over at him.

“you didn’t say hello,” you murmur, leaning towards him. levi steals a glance at you, eyes wandering down the column of your neck to the tempting plunge of your neckline. 

“hey,” he grunts, holding out the bottle he’d swiped in offering.

you accept it, taking a small sip. your face immediately pinches in displeasure, causing levi’s to crack with a small grin. 

“how’s your night?” you ask out of nowhere. 

“bored,” he answers stiffly, scuffing the toe of his shoe against the patio. “though i don’t suppose you actually care.”

you chuckle at that, your amusement barely audible over the breeze. you both know that’s not true. “just making conversation.”

“you’re pretty shit at it.”

the air between you both is suddenly hot, but levi shivers at the brush of your fingers against the corded muscle of his arm. your touch burns like fire across his skin as you murmur,

“shut me up then.”

his gaze falls to your mouth, pulse thundering in his ears as he leans forward and closes the distance. levi moves on instinct, locking a hand around your hip and pulling you closer. he swallows your surprised gasp with a kiss, but you don’t pull away.

he kisses you softly at first, each touch and movement of his mouth hesitant as he tests your boundaries. your hands move up his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt collar and somehow pulling him closer, kissing him back with a fervor that makes him dizzy. your insistent mouth parts his lips, sending tremors through his nerves and awakening sensations he wants to feel again. it’s a good kiss. not bad for the first one you share in front of your friends (who are all gathered at the window) announcing your relationship as the clock the strikes midnight.

[14thcommander]

seashore | hange zöe x reader

summary: a rainy day at the beach with hange. the shitty weather somehow leads to confessions of love. (idiots in love, friends to lovers, not beta read, a shit ton of symbolism, tooth rotting fluff)

i suggest listening to the song do you think I’m pretty by kingfisher

wc: 1.5k

The wind is gentle when it blows against your face — light, careful like a mother’s touch.

It brings the smell of cigarettes, the one Hange is currently smoking. They attempt to point it in the opposite direction, in order to avoid its terrible scent reaching you. It fails, but it’s the intention that counts something.

The beach is empty — well, mostly. There is a group of teenagers that are close enough to be seen, but too far to be heard. The sound of waves is the only thing you hear.

The ocean is a green, grayish color — the line that separates it from the sky, in the horizon, is blurred.

It is a chill day, one you consider the perfect atmosphere to go to the beach. Hange knows you like gray, moody days — the ones in which the sky looks like a warm, soapy bath. You were never a fan of sunlight anyway. Perhaps that’s why you admire Hange so much.

“Too bad Levi and Erwin are missing this sunny, hot day at the beach. Bet they’re sad just thinking about it.” Hange’s words are filled with irony, waiting for a reaction. The sarcasm that drips from their tone doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

The two of you are friends — well, sort of. You are part of the same friend group, consistently hanging out. Over time, you grew closer: what was supposed to be a collective hangout, turned into just you. It feels complicated these days.

“Oh, fuck off. You’re the one who agreed to come with me.” You offer them a middle finger, to which they throw their hands up in surrender.

The both of you are sitting on an old beach towel you brought, the fabric is wrinkled from being shoved on the bottom of your bag. None of you are dressed appropriately for the beach: Hange is wearing a thick flannel, protecting them from the chill breeze. You are wearing a beat down pair of converse, the ones you have since high school. Somehow, you match with each other. You try not to think too much of it.

“Call me crazy if you want, I wouldn’t let my friend go to this mopey beach all alone. I’m loyal like that.”

And that’s why you are at the beach, with Hange and no one else. Levi and Erwin were supposed to come along, however you are glad something came up for them. Nothing would be more awkward than ending up on a double date with your sort-of-friend.

The word friend tastes bitter on your throat, poisoning your lungs like Hange’s cigarette.

“You’re the only person I know that thinks this is appropriate beach weather.” They say, breaking the lack of dialogue between you for the past minute or so. Not that you’re counting or anything like that, of course. “Are you a vampire or something?”

It earns them a chuckle from you, almost a laugh — it drips like honey from your mouth, and Hange desperately wants to know how it tastes like. They want to hear it again.

“I doubt you like having fun in the sun either.” You reply, watching as the wind blows their hair — brunette locks dancing in the air, enhancing the messiness of their ponytail.

“Touché.”

Hange says, while burrying the remains of a cigarette in the sand, and you don’t point out how wrong it is — not with words, at least. Your eyes seem to translate your feelings either way.

“You’re so expressive.” It’s Hange’s turn to chuckle. “It’s adorable.”

Their words almost make your face heat in embarrassment. Almost.

“Oh, shut up.” Your tone is playful, not pointed at all. Avoiding their eye contact, you turn your face in order to pretend the ocean before you is a better sight than Hange.

“I mean it. I like it.”

Hange might tell you a joke, but they would never tell you a lie. Something about the honor of a scientist, you guess. It’s a beat of silence until you speak again.

“Yeah, well, you’re the opposite. I can’t read you at all.” This comment, though, this one is pointed — not like a knife, but similar to thorns on a rose. It comes with something beautiful, too: honesty.

The truth is palpable, swimming in between you. It’s all a funny, weightless banter, until it isn’t.

“My resting bitch face doesn’t help. Guess I’m better with words or something.”

This time you laugh, genuinely. It isn’t mean, you don’t mean to mock Hange at all — it’s just that the irony of it all is funny to you. Almost unbelievable.

“Oh, what a poet you are.” Your eyes are glued to the sea before you, admiring its chaotic beauty. The waves crash against the shore, becoming a conjugation of white bubbles.

It’s silent again, wordless tension building around you like a sand castle — ready to crumble at any sudden move.

“You’re really pretty.” They admit, which sounds like something in between a secret and a confession. It seems out of nowhere, but it truly isn’t. Lately, this is all Hange can think about. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

The waves crash again, destroying the metaphorical sand castle you built around yourself, trying to protect you from whatever it is you’re scared of.

“Hange.” The sound of their name leaving your mouth isn’t a threat, although it isn’t an invitation either.

“No, I mean it. Truly.” They reach for something inside their bag, something important in the mess of papers, headphones, and a cigarette pack.

They’ve found it: a small, worn out notebook.

“Here, take a look.” They offer it to you, opened on a certain page. “Then tell me you think I’m lying.”

There are doodles of you. Your face, distracted, frozen in the moment, probably when you were laughing at something crude Levi had said. There is your silhouette, too: you guess it’s the view of when you walk in front of them, hurriedly trying to arrive on time for a move you went to see.

Your smile, your eyes. Every detail of your face, something that cannot be translated by a photograph. The traces Hange has memorized over the years you have known each other. This is what they picture before going to bed, or early in the morning when they wake up.

“Hange.” This time, when you say their name, it is softer — it warms them up. “Hange…”

It’s like you’re hypnotized, unable to say anything but their name.

When you look up, they are closer, nose brushing against yours. Hange looks at you through thick glasses, with curiosity. This time, they can’t read your expression.

“Kiss me.”

And they do. It is gentle, soft — their lips move against yours like the waves move against the shore, as if it was nature’s reason for your own existence. Their warm palms find your face, holding you preciously. It is brief, however. The kiss ends as quickly as it came.

Neither of you speak, too afraid to break the moment. Hange brings their forehead against yours, and like that you stay. You taste like salt air, warm like whiskey. It is fiery, overtaking them as a whole. They wouldn’t mind being swallowed by it, drowning in the overwhelming hotness that is your touch.

This time, Hange says your name, warm brown eyes looking into yours and finding nothing but love. Admiration. Devotion.

It’s a humorless chuckle, what comes next. It leaves their lips nervously. For someone so careless like Hange, it sure is a new sight to see them like this — a pink tint covering their cheeks, a loopy smile on their lips. They have never looked so soft.

“I have wanted to do this for so long.”

“What, go to the beach on a rainy day?” You ask in attempted humor, beaming when it earns you a laugh from them.

“Kiss you. Couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You smile, breaking eye contact and looking at the sand. It looks damp, cold. Unlike what you feel right now.

“Me too.”

Hange looks into your eyes again, scanning it from any signs of mischief. They find none.

“I get the appeal of this now. If anything, the shitty weather makes it feel more romantic.”

You give them an I know, right? look, and they fight the urge to kiss you again.

“Glad I could change your mind. We could do this again, if you want.”

The words that leave your lips are soft, but confident. Just like you.

“What, are you asking me on a date?”

“Depends on your answer.”

Hange offers you a toothy smile, feeling like a child. They feel on top of the world now. How could they not, after all?

“Yeah. Obviously, of course. I would love to go on a date with you. Multiple dates, even.”

You smile again, cheeks already hurting from so much happiness.

“Can’t wait to make you mine.” They say, bringing your palm to their lips, pressing a gentle kiss on your warm skin. “Cause I’m already yours.”

You believe them.

[queer-devil]

DRDT Incorrect Quotes Pt 2

Bc it was fun last time

Same generator was used

Eden: Good morning!

Ace: Is it? Is it really?

J: You know what the problem is? Your really cute, so no one ever told you to shut your pie-hole.

Veronika: You think I’m cute?

J: SHUT YOUR PIE-HOLE!

Nico: Hu, Ace keeps bullying me at school.

Hu: Ask your teacher for help.

The next day…

Nico, to their teacher: Will you help me beat up Ace?

Teruko: That's it, I'm cutting off the internet!

Nico: No, please don't! I have a family to feed!

Teruko:

Teruko: What?

Nico: I need to feed my Neopets!

Teruko: Is anyone going to tell me what's going on in here?!

Eden: It's kind of complicated, but Ace-

Teruko: Got it. Forget I asked.

Whit: Yo! I heard you like reptiles, got any fun facts?

Nico: If a crocodile eats your dad, they become your new dad.

Eden: Breathe, just breathe.

Arei: I’ve done nothing with my life! I’m a failure!

David: Awww, that never bothered you before.

Rose: I am not an early bird or a night owl. I am some form of permanently exhausted pigeon.

Whit: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.

Charles: "If?"

Ace: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.

Min: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

Whit: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue?

Rose: Technically a mix of green and blue?

Ace: So blurple.

Levi: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple.

Ace: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE?

Levi: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.

David: What are the hardest things to say?

Charles: I was wrong.

Teruko: I need help.

Whit: Worcestershire sauce.

Teruko: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Charles and Whit's convo?

Eden: Me. I'm in the laundry basket.

Veronika: I'm in the washing machine.

Ace: I'm in the closet.

Eden: We accept you Ace.

Ace: No I'm literally in the closet.

Eden: Love is love.

Charles: There's nothing to do....

Whit: You can wash the dishes you promised to wash about a week ago.

Charles: *pulls out his phone* Nevermind.

Veronika, watching Ace: Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Ace…

Veronika: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

Ace: *screaming*

Eden: What makes you think it's okay to watch Hannibal given its subject matter?

J: Sometimes, I watch television shows for entertainment purposes.

Veronika: Because I condone murder and cannibalism.

Teruko: Why would you give a knife to Xander?!

David, shrugging: Xander felt unsafe.

Teruko: Now I feel unsafe!

David: I’m sorry…

David: Would you like a knife?

J: I have a problem.

Veronika: Kill it.

J: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

Xander: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

Ace, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

Whit: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

Ace: Come to think of it… You’ve always been nice to me.

Ace: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Levi: No, Ace I just simply stand here while you talk, there’s a big difference.

Eden: You know what I learned from my friendship with Ace?

Nico: There’s no such thing as too mean?

J: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Levi: Always hold a grudge?

Levi: What situation is not instantly improved by the addition of fishnets, I ask you.

Nico: Being a fish.

Levi: …Well, shit.

David: I don’t mean to be rude—

Teruko: Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often.

Hu: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

David: ...

David: What a stupid fucking quote.

David: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

Eden: You know, Teruko, when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Teruko: ...

Teruko: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

Levi: Hey, Ace, do you have feelings for me?

Ace: Yeah, anger.

[tatorthots]

— get you

featured: college!Eren x afab!reader x college!Levi, Mikasa Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Louise (canon Yeagerist)

cw: modern!au, slight fluff if you really squint, suggestive content, minors dni, toxic dynamics, possessiveness, cursing

synopsis: the life of a college student is already hard enough as it is with classes, homework, and lectures so why not add a complicated love triangle as well?

a/n: this is a repost !! I’ve written this before but decided to go back and re-edit it :) to everyone who’s read this before I hope you all enjoy this improved version!

Eren fucking Yeager.

The college campus’ fuckboy and the literal bane of your existence.

Eren has been the thorn in your side since you were both assigned dorm mates at the beginning of your junior year of college. Sure, you’ve heard of the infamous name he set out for himself as the ruthless ‘Attack Titan’ in your school's football team, and you were fully aware of his cold and narcissistic personality but hey, who were you to judge a book by its reviews, right? So you made the mistake of ever being kind to him when you first introduced yourself only to be met by desolate green eyes and a scoff. Not to mention he had the audacity to give you ‘house rules’ which basically summarized to cleaning the dorm and staying out of his way. No, Eren almost never spared you small talk or even pretended to tolerate your mere existence. Why? Who fucking knows. Honestly, you firmly believed the brunette was born with a vendetta against you — every day striving and scheming to better his tactics in making your life miserable like some ripoff supervillain. But worst of all is the fact he seemed to make a habit of following you around campus like some lost puppy. You’d think someone who supposedly hates you would do anything to keep themselves away, right? Wrong. He thrived off bickering, insulting, and annoying you at any chance he got. Weirdly enough, no matter how many times you prayed someone would approach you to give you reason to ditch him, everyone always seemed to particularly steer clear from you when he was with you. Almost as if they were too afraid to even look your way, let alone talk to you. But I guess that could all be chalked up to Erens possessive behavior; his sinister stare and malicious intent were ever present anytime anyone dared get close to you. Not that you would know though, no, you were far too busy rolling your eyes and thinking of witty comebacks or insults. Unknowingly, making it easier to keep you all to himself.

Silly girl.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

The echo of a blunt object clamoring to the floor abruptly stirred you from your peaceful slumber as the sound of it rolling on the hardwood floor rattled through the cramped dorm. Sitting up from your resting position you outwardly groaned as you rubbed the sleep off your eyes, “What the hell?” you sighed. Snatching your phone from its charging port you checked the time, squinting your eyes at the sudden brightness, “5:06 a.m?” Huffing in annoyance your jaw clenched as you glared at the door, already starting bright and early this morning huh you asshole, throwing your legs off the bed you groggily made your way out your bedroom door. Fuming at the fact you were forced to wake up so early after pulling an all-nighter studying last night; which, by the way, was already hard to do with Eren and his friends cluttering around the living room all night.

“What do you think you’re doi—“ your voice came to a complete halt when your eyes landed on an opened package and your recently delivered figurine displaced out of its box and lying on the floor. And to add insult to injury there stood Erens number one psycho of a fan, Louise. Giggling to herself as she kicked what would’ve been your most prized possession away from her. “What.. what are you doing…?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes remained focused on your figurine. The same figurine you excitedly pre-ordered a year ago. You couldn’t even afford to eat for a month afterward because of how much you spent on it and now there it was being kicked around by some desperate pest? So balling your hands into fists you marched over and shoved Louise aside to see the damage she had caused. But your anger only ignited when you saw your favorite character's weapon broken in half and their stand shattered to pieces. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You seethed as you bent down to sorrowfully try to connect the shattered pieces together. You were tired. So tired of this. Carefully tightening your hold on the broken pieces; you hated how you felt like you could cry from frustration. “Oops~” was all Louise bothered herself to say in response to her crime. Quietly, almost too calmly, you spoke, “… What did you just say?” “I said ‘oops’,” she cheekily replied, “besides, it’s not my fault you leave around boxes for anyone to touch.” Resting her hand on her hip she smirked down at you, “If you really cared so much about your little dolls then you shouldn’t have been so irresponsible~ heh, hope you learned your lesson.”

Standing up from your crouched position, you side-eyed Louise with a piercing, almost eerily, hyper-focused glare. This is it, you thought before clenching your fists and raising your arm, intent on actually beating her until your knuckles ached. But before you could swing, you felt a cautious grip on your wrist and a firm hold on your hip. Everything moved so fast, you didn’t even get to acknowledge the fingertips that slid up to the hem of your latex shorts before you found yourself spun and placed behind Eren. Staring up at him you blinked a few times. “Don’t get so heated.” He spat, with a disinterest in his tone almost mocking your apprehensive reaction, “She’s my guest.” He cocked his head at you with a sarcastic smile, and god did your eye twitch. It made your stomach churn and skin crawl knowing what he meant by that, and it… hurt. Shaking your thoughts, you swat his hands off of you, and scowled at the man towering over you, daring to defend the rat responsible for all of this. Dryly you scoffed, “She’s just another fuck-buddy you bring in here ren.” Crossing your arms together you continued your jeering, “You make a mess wherever you go and you even have the audacity to drag in trash? Tch. Please.” But, oh how naive you are to not notice. The glint of amusement reflecting off Erens emerald eyes just from the venom in your tone; it makes his dick twitch. He shifts a little uncomfortably trying to ease himself before exasperatedly sighing. “Well dove,” he begins as he starts to circle around you, “maybe if you weren’t such a self-righteous prude I wouldn’t have to bring girls in here…” stopping right in front of you he leaned down to reach eye-level, his taunting gaze only inches away from you as he lowly growled out, “I could just fuck you instead.”

Truth be told, Eren knew he was full of it — straight up lying through his teeth every time he told you he didn’t want you. In reality, the man was absolutely obsessed with you and anyone with eyes could see it, everyone except you. But unfortunately, Eren isn’t the type to admit his feelings so freely, let alone submit to his emotions. No, he was too prideful for that. Don’t be too harsh on him though, I mean, the idiot hasn’t even figured out himself what it is he feels for you. It could be part of the reason why he’s so particularly hostile with you, and why he’s equally possessive. Not to mention that Eren has been the object of many’s affection since he could remember; as in he’s never not had what he did or didn’t want. He learned early on that personality and sincerity isn’t anything more than currency in this world, and he abides by that principle. So to have someone like you, who’s breathtakingly mesmerizing, compassionate, intelligent, interesting, funny, and well, you, is completely left field for this playboy. You’re everything he thought wasn’t possible. You contradict his entire worldview of people. How could he not resent you — or fall for you all the same? He hates it.

However, as of now, all you know is that you’re fed up with this situation. Pushing past them to grab your keys and hoodie, you turned around and stormed through the front door. Did you know where you were going? Not a clue. But you sure as hell aren’t going to be anywhere near here. Anywhere near him. Walking out the door you heard Louise’s cackling laugh practically grating your ears and it only made your blood simmer further as you slammed the door behind you.

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“I’ve told you to speak to the Dean and ask for another dorm mate,” sighing as she stirred her coffee with a spoon, her dark eyes flickered up at you, “I’m sure if you explain your situation to him he’ll be more likely to accept your proposal.” Anxiously combing your hair back, you groaned at your best friend's advice, “Mikasa don’t you think I’ve already tried that?” Dramatically throwing your arms on the diner's table, you buried your face in your arms, “The Dean only has a strict appointment-based schedule,” with a pout you lift your head up slightly, “and the waiting list spans for the next four months!” Tucking your head back to sulk, Mikasa hummed in acknowledgment, but that’s when your other friend spoke up. “Then why don’t you try talking to his assistant?” Snapping your head up, you stare questioningly at Sasha as she shoved another beignet in her mouth, “Yeah but —mmph — what’s his name again?” “Levi.” Mikasa chimed in, “Levi Ackerman.” Levi Ackerman..?, you thought, Why does that name sound so familiar? But you didn’t get long to think about it before Sasha excitedly shouted out, “Yes—! Levi!” Putting her fork down she rubbed her chin in contemplation, “Huh, I heard he’s kind of a total jerk though, and everyone who’s ever met up with him spirals into some sort of existential crisis…” Mikasa kicked Sasha from under the table as she nodded in your direction, “O-oh! But um.. I mean how bad could he be, right?” Trying to nervously wave off what she said, Sasha patted you on the head, “You’ll be fine, y/n!”

I’ll be fine? Groaning again, you leaned your cheek on your hand as you looked at the people chatting or studying at their tables. “Well, I guess I don’t have much of a choice..” which to an extent is true. You either continue to put up with Eren until you eventually get an appointment with the Dean, or you talk to Levi Ackerman and hope you don’t spiral. That name though…, you pondered, Why do I know it? Smearing around the egg yolk on your avocado toast you glanced up at your friends. “Hey, why does that Levi name sound so familiar? Do we know him or something?” “Yes and no.” Sasha answered, “You’ve heard his name before because he’s that super mysterious senior everyone’s afraid of.” “He’s been the leader of the Honors Society since he was a sophomore, and he’s top-ranking academically in the country.” Mikasa added. Thinking to yourself you finally remembered, “Oh! That’s right!” You triumphantly chirped until it dawned on you what you remembered. Noticing the dread in your eyes Sasha laughed, “Mhm, you definitely look like you remember now~” “He’s that academic thug…” sinking into your chair you genuinely began to wonder who you crossed in your past life to deserve this, I probably helped commit genocide or something…, “Yeah, he’s gotten into a few fights but it’s always settled within reason.” “Pft, c’mon Mikasa, the schools probably too scared to punish its most valuable student.” Sasha snorted. “Hm. You might have a point, but it’s usually ruffians who feel they have something to prove that challenge him,” Mikasa pointed out, “He also hangs around his small clique. I think, our seniors like Petra, Eld, Gunther, Olou, and Hange.” “See y/n! How bad could he be if he hangs out with them?” Sighing, you smiled at your two closest friends and their attempt at making you feel better. “Yeah, you guys are right,” finishing your latte, you beamed down at them, “I’m gonna kick today's ass!”

After the three of you waved your goodbyes, you set off to go find the very man you only hear of through quiet whispers. Honestly, with all the mystery shrouding him you really started to believe he was some sort of urban legend the school came up with. Kind of like ‘if you don’t do your homework, Levi Ackerman will show up in your closet’ type of thing, you know? With an exasperated sigh, you look down at your clothes. Great. I’m about to meet the guy who’s also known for his ocd in a jujutsu keisen hoodie, spandex shorts, and crocs.. Sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck, you stared up at the birds flying above you, I wish I could live freely like them… Longingly looking up, you snap out of your thoughts as you approached the administrative office. Well, I promised Sasha and Mikasa I’d do this so.. here I go. Stepping into the front office you began your unexpected hour-and-a-half-long journey being sent practically all across campus in search of this Levi guy. You went from office to office, met up with more people than you’ve probably spoken to in the last two weeks, and wasted time waiting around for people who ended up either not knowing where he is or sending you back across campus. Until finally you made it to the science research facility building where you tiredly dragged yourself toward the receptionist’s desk. “Please..” you heaved, “Please tell me… *gasp of air* tell me Levi Ackerman is in this building!” Your eyes pleaded at the poor, spooked old lady as she stared at you. “Oh honey, please have a seat!” She scurried next to you and guided you to sit down, “He’s tucked away in the computer lab right now, let me go notify him!” Grabbing her arm, you peered into her eyes, “He’s here?” “Y-yes!” Nervously laughing, she placed her hand on top of yours, “You know what? How about you come with me. He’ll most likely decline your visit if I notify him.” And with that, you made your final trudge with the old lady you managed to scare into personally leading you to Levi.

“Alrighty sweetheart, this is him.” Pointing toward a large door, the receptionist politely smiled at you before hurrying back to her desk and leaving you all alone. Glancing at the wooden door, you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety. Okay… I um.. I made it this far, right? You tried to reassure yourself but the longer you stared at the door, the more your imagination ran rampant. What if he’s big and terrifying looking? You imagined a tall, ogre-looking man, Or what if he’s a total creep? Then some balding guy who resembled a mole. If ren were here I wouldn’t feel so intimid—huh? Ren? Shuddering at your thoughts, you took a deep inhale, Alright, clearly the longer I stand here the more I’m beginning to lose it, so with a little pep-talk you figured you might as well rip the bandaid. Twisting the handle, you carefully pushed open the door and peeked inside. The entire room was almost the size of an entire lecture hall but filled with neat rows of computers. Wow… you thought as you opened the door further to step inside. Looking around the room in amazement, you immediately stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure sitting at the front of the room reading a textbook with notebooks and papers stacked on the table. That must be him. Clearing your throat you decided to call out to him, “Excuse me, I’m looking for Levi Ackerman,” slowly walking up to him you tried to fill in the silence, “I’m assuming that’s you, right?” Closing in on the table he sat at, you managed to make out a head of black hair and.. and him drinking tea? Quirking a brow at the full tea set he had displayed, you spoke up again, “My names y/n. I wanted to talk to you about an issue I have and I was told you cou—“ “Get lost.” H-huh..? Did I mishear him? “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you but I—“ “If you don’t intend to offend me then go bother somebody else. I’m busy.” His voice was deep and monotone, clearly uninterested in what you had to say by the way he didn’t even bother to acknowledge your presence.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you knitted your brows in irritation. Of course. Gritting your teeth, you strode right up to him and slammed your hand down on the desk, “You’re a tough guy to find, you know that?” You chuckled dryly, “Did you also know I spent the last two hours running around campus trying to find you? So no, I’m not leaving until you at least listen to what I have to say.” Setting his tea down, the raven-haired man finally turned to look at you, “Is that so?” He questioned, though it was clear the question was more rhetorical than genuine. With a long sigh, he swiveled his chair to completely face you; and then that’s when you flinched in surprise as you scanned him. He’s hot… you thought, Oh god, he’s hot..!? The man in question had inky black hair styled in an undercut, a complimentary choice when paired with his delicate yet sharp features. This definitely wasn’t what you expected. Even the dark circles under his eyes look good… A light blush began to creep up on your cheeks as you realized the commotion you just made in front of someone like him. All the while you stared in a flustered daze, Levi was languidly trailing his eyes across your body. Resting his head on his hand, he couldn’t deny he liked the sudden surprise presented to him. Huh.. he mused. “Well? What’s so damn important?” Straightening up at the sound of his voice, you smoothed out the wrinkles on your hoodie, “Oh! Yes, of course.. I’d like to propose a change of dorm mates.” Staring at him, the intensity in his eyes only worked to captivate you to him, “My… my roommate isn’t working out, and no matter what I try to do to civilize the situation it just doesn’t work out..” you ended, almost disappointingly. Levi hummed as he listened before standing up from his chair. “Is that what’s got you so worked up?” But something about his tone made you think he might’ve been referring to something else. “Why not go to the Dean?” He inquired as he slowly approached you, and you subconsciously took a few steps back until the back of your thighs hit a table behind you and you almost fell sitting on it. “The Dean has appointments booked all through the semester and since the matter is urgent I figured I’d reach out to his personal assistant.” The fact you managed to jumble that out without stuttering was a blessing in itself. “I see.” Narrowing his eyes on you he continued, “Then I guess I have no choice but to agree if it’s so urgent.” Blinking a few times you took a moment to process his words, Is he agreeing to help me? “Meet me later this evening to discuss the details,” his expression remained unchanged but you caught glimpse of the glimmer in his silver eyes as he stared at you, “I assume 7 works for you?” “7..?” You muttered, “Ah, yes, of course!” “Great. I’ll escort you then. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he closed in on your body and reached an arm past your waist, his lips inches away from your ear as he leaned in, “I have other matters to attend to.” Your body stiffened and your breath hitched until he pulled back with a notebook in his hand. He was.. just reaching for his notebook..? Nodding your head in agreement you politely excused yourself and raced out of the room with a bright blush searing your skin as he watched slightly amused at your disappearing figure.

After exiting the computer lab, you stood there for a few seconds in a flustered haze. What the hell just happened? Brushing your fingertips across your cheek you tried to ease away the warmth on them. Heh, I’ve gotta tell Sasha and Mikasa about this! You giddily thought as you whipped out your phone and started typing in the group chat. And after a morning of lectures and labs without your backpack, you finally made it back to your dorm. Heaving a sigh, you slung yourself on the couch and peeked your eye to where your broken figurine last lay. It’s gone… You figured Eren must’ve thrown it away along with the rest of the trash before leaving for his afternoon classes. Grabbing a pillow you covered your face and screamed into the fabric before sitting up and punching it a few times in frustration. “Fuck—!” You loudly groaned out. Why does he have to be that way? Scrunching your face, you massaged the bridge of your nose to calm down, He’s a dick to everyone, sure, but why does he target me so much? Even after… Throwing the pillow to the other side of the couch you hastily stood up and checked the time. Whatever, you bitterly thought, it’ll all be over soon enough. So you brushed off the thought and jumped in the shower to get ready for tonight’s occasion.

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Rushing around your room, you turned your phone on to see 6:43 p.m. glaring at you. No, no, nononono—! Hissing in annoyance at your time management, you hurriedly slipped on a long, slit, silk skirt over your sheer tights. “Okay, alright, almooost done!” Grunting as you put on a pair of platform boots, you stood up and admired yourself in the mirror. “Heh,” you chuckled, “Elegant and fashionable with a touch of promiscuous.” After pulling a quick jojo pose in the mirror, you adjusted your open back top and strut through your bedroom door with an excited smile. But your smile immediately turned into a grimace when you caught sight of Eren and Louise lounging on the couch. Fucking bitch.. you internally sneered as you scrunched your nose in distaste. “Self-respect… and that goes for the both of them.” You mumbled under your breath. Forget it. Rummaging around the kitchen, you tried looking for your hand purse until an agitated voice called out to you.

“Shocked you’re not tryna run around empty-handed again since you had no problem with it this morning,” you could already see his irked frown, “and yeah I heard you’ve been taking a tour through campus by the way.” Roiling your eyes, you heard him shift as you clipped on your earrings, “I looked for you in the library to bring you your bag since apparently, you need everything done for y—“ widening his eyes, Erens jaw slacked as he eyed you. “…. fuck” he lowly muttered. He knew you were fine, he gets mesmerized by your beauty every day, but damn. Your leg peeking out of the silk fabric slit, and the way it’s tight fit complimented the curve of your ass was just too much for him. His mildew gaze trailed up to your open back top and he almost groaned at the slightest tease of side-boob. And just as he almost folded, he snapped out of it when he realized you were going out dressed like that. “Wait, where the fuck are you going?”

But Eren knew that wasn’t what he was really asking. No, what you wore never bothered him, in fact, he loved when you got all dolled up; let others look because he can fight — and he has, for you. What Eren was really asking was ‘Where the fuck are you going without me?’ ‘Who are you meeting?’ ‘Do you like them?’ ‘Would you forget me?’ Those were the real questions bouncing around in his head.

“Doesn’t matter.” Was all you replied, but the grip those two words had on him were like a vice. Leaning down to adjust your ankle bracelet, his eyes darted to the way your back subtly arched. He could already feel the tent growing in his pants, but he couldn’t be bothered to do something to hide it when all he could think about was how pretty you’d look stuffed full of him. He was desperate to touch you, feel you, claim you — just as desperate as he was to be owned by you, in every way, any way you’d allow him to be yours. Maybe you were just too dense for your own good. He tried his damndest to keep his composure as best as he could but his voice gave it away, “It’s a fucking date.” He snarled, low and threateningly. You glanced over at him, confused and infuriated at his audacity to interrogate you about where you were going or who you were meeting. “Doesn’t. Matter.” Both of you locked eyes as an intensity conflicted within his irises and a rage burned within yours. Scoffing, you turned on your heels, grabbed your purse, and walked toward the front door. Eren wanted to stand up and stop you, he wanted to do something anything but the pulsing ache in his pants kept him rooted to the couch. “Tell me who it is.” He demanded, and you finally reached your breaking point. Clenching your fists you turned your head and glared at Eren, “Hah. You’re really something, huh?” You condescendingly seethed, “You always bring in random girls in here almost every night and you have the fucking audacity to question me?” Reaching for the handle, you pushed open the door, “Don’t forget your place, Eren.” And his eyes widened at the use of his name, “And I won’t forget mine.” Slamming the door behind you, he felt his heart ache at the way your voice wavered when you said those last words. He wanted to argue, tell you that you’re wrong, that he’d do anything for you but he couldn’t. All he could do was stare at the door and lose himself in his thoughts.

Through the halls, you bitterly made your way outside the dormitory. Who the hell does he think he is? Roughly opening doors, you fumed, Acting like he owns me. Hah! If I didn’t know better I’d even think he cares about me. Bursting open the front doors of the dorm entrance you marched outside and hastily walked out of the dormitory district, What does he want from me? Seriously, I don’t understand him at all! You clutched your purse as you trembled with anger, He’s so confusing, ugh! He does things for me that make me feel special but then he… but then he acts like that! Like.. like Eren and I d— bumping into somebody, you stumbled back. Huh? Looking up you were surprised to see,

“Levi?”

“The hells wrong with you?” Steadying you with a hand around your arm, you didn’t realize he had grabbed you to keep you from falling, “Do you normally walk around like you’re ready to slice someone’s head off?” He asked, and you looked away in embarrassment, “.. sorry.” “Clearly whoever you’re so damn angry with should be the one apologizing,” letting go of your arm he sardonically added, “or it’s their funeral.” Covering your mouth, you laughed at his words, and his attention focused on the sound. Pretty.. he thought. Easing from your laughter, you looked up at him with a cheery smile, “Thank you for going out of your way to wait for me, I’m sorry I’m a little late.” “Yeah.. don’t-um..,” clearing his throat, Levi averted his gaze from yours, “Don’t worry about it.” Blinking at him, you stood admiring the way the luminescent streetlights illuminated his clear skin, “We should get going.” Interrupting your daze, you tilted your head in curiosity, Hm? Oh, that’s right, “Where are we going?” Checking his watch, his sharp eyes flickered up at you, “There’s a cafe I frequent often,” walking next to you, he placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you next to him and away from the street, “It’s a little hidden but they have a good atmosphere.” His gaze drifted to you and carefully took in the sight of you, “I hope it’s to your taste.” Glancing at him your eyes sparked with excitement, “A hidden cafe? I love checking out new coffee shops to study in! I’m looking forward to potentially adding another shop to my list!” Levi watched as you buzzed with enthusiasm. He was a little apprehensive about inviting you out to a small cafe, not knowing if it’d be something you’d enjoy, so to see you react so excitedly he sighed in relief. Seems this little venture might actually be worth its while. Unbeknownst to you, Levi did do a little background check on you through his student access — perk of being the Deans assistant — and he was pleasantly surprised to see all the achievements and participation activities you had under your belt. Most students don’t bother to do more than get through classes and do solely what’s asked of them as students. So his interest most definitely peaked when he quickly scanned through your transcript. Charming, fierce, intelligent, and beautiful. Lucky me.. he mused.

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Envy Rots The Bones

You're tired of Levi's self-deprecating rants. Why doesn't he trust your love?

CW: Smut, Demon Form Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Tail-fucking, Thigh-Fucking, Degradation, Humiliation

Word Count: 4,785 

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The vibe at RAD was more chaotic than usual.

Unexplained royal duties caused Diavolo to grant the entire RAD campus a three-day weekend. The news filled students with excitement, causing most of them to check out for the rest of the day. Notes were passed, and gossip whispered as the teachers wrote on the board; you’d think it was the last day of school with how they acted. Reminders about homework went ignored as students made plans. It was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. Multiple requests for your companionship soon came flooding in.

Luke and Simeon wanted you to spend the night at Purgatory Hall, helping them bake some complicated Celestial Realm dessert.

Mammon and Asmodeus were going shopping, and who else better to take than their favorite human?

Satan asked you to visit bookshops with him.

Belphie and Beel… to be honest, you don’t know exactly what they invited you to. At lunch, Beel asked you to join them through a mouth full of food, and Belphie was unfortunately too busy with a midday nap to translate.

Solomon had actually left you alone, surprisingly. But, Lucifer found you later in the day, explaining that Solomon had tried to make plans with him. He refused to be around the sorcerer, so he lied, saying that he already had plans with you. Be a dear, and don’t tell him I’m actually in my office. I have a mountain of paperwork to get done and don’t need any distractions.

You were used to your attention needing to be split seven (and then some) different ways. However, after having to take a total of four exams this week, all you wanted to do was crash, eat junk food, and binge the Devildom’s newest reality show about demons ‘looking for love’. You need to shut in.

Speaking of shut-ins, Levi was probably ecstatic with the news. Knowing him, he immediately would open Akuzon and order the latest game with same-day delivery the minute after getting the notice. You just hope it's not another isekai.

Maybe you should invite Levi to hang out. The rest of the brothers were always insisting on going out, so you feel bad that you never get to stay in with him.

Now that you’re thinking about it, you really miss Levi. The third-born may be awkward, but he genuinely cares about you. He already has trouble accepting that you like and want his company, so a long weekend date would be perfect to show how much you appreciate him.

As you step into the House of Lamentation, you unlock your D.D.D. to text the demon. There is no need, however, as Levi stands in the entrance hall. His eyes widen when he spots you, rushing over so fast that you think he might bulldoze into you. Instead, he stops just before collision, cheeks bright pink as he looms over you.

“I was planning on bingeing anime this weekend. You probably already have some normie plans, but… youcanhangoutwithmeifyouwant. Bye!” With that, he scurries back to his room.

Left dazed in his wake, it takes a minute for you to process what he said. You’re actually proud of him for taking the initiative. Wait, he was already in the foyer when you got home… Was he waiting for you?

You’re going to smooch that man all over his stupid face. But first, you need to get out of this uniform.

Upon entering your room, you set your bag on the table and kick your shoes off haphazardly into the corner. You continue to strip various pieces of your uniform on your way to the dresser. Lucifer won’t be able to perform room inspections, so you can forgive yourself for being a little lazy right now.

You grab a pair of bubblegum pink binding track shorts and slide them on. A self-indulgent purchase for a hot bimbo girl summer that never came to be.

The first brother you wore these around was Asmo when he invited you to his room for a ‘self-care sesh’. He thought they were to die for and immediately pulled a matching tank top from his closet and shoved it into your hands. The memory makes you smile as you pull the tank top out of your drawer and slip it on.

The cami top is the same shade of bubblegum pink. The spaghetti straps are a lighter shade of baby pink, and a matching bow is situated in the middle of the neckline, where the two sides slope into a ‘V’. White lace runs along the hem of the bottom. It is comfortable, cute, and a little flirty. You know it’ll drive Levi wild.

In the bottom drawer of the armoire, stuffed back as far as possible and hidden beneath your underwear, is a secret bag of candy that you have been saving. While Beel is respectful if your name is written on a container, you had spent a handful of Grimm on these chocolates, so you decided to take extra precautions in keeping them safe.

Adding your phone charger to the bag, you send Levi a quick text.

16:08 I’m coming up to your room

16:09 WAIT RESLLY????? *REALLY I didn’t think you’d say yes…

16:09 I was going to ask you to hang out too :)) But you beat me to it lol

16:10 You mean that? Like REALLY mean it?

16:10 I reslly reslly do

Clutching the bag to your chest, you make your way up the stairs and to Levi’s room, eyes wary of any wandering gluttonous demons. You’ll probably still end up saving Beel a piece from each candy. His pout and puppy-dog eyes, when he realizes he’s been left out of snacking, will never not make you feel guilty. It’s another reminder of how wrapped around the fingers of these demons you are, and you love every second.

Only a few steps away from the door, Levi opens it without you having to knock, knowing by the sound of your footsteps that it was you approaching. He watches you skeptically as you saunter in, beelining for the plush bean bags situated in front of his TV.

You collapse onto the bean bag on your stomach, groaning in relief as you stretch out your body. Levi nearly crumbles to his knees at the sight. The friction between your shorts and the bean bag cause the fabric to gather; the space where pillowy thighs and ass meet on full display. He’d dive face-first into your body if you’d let him.

But you wouldn’t let him. He’s just some dumb and awkward otaku with no social skills, why would you ever go for a guy like him? This has to be some sort of practical joke. Mammon and Asmodeus are probably pranking him, hidden cameras waiting to capture his pathetic failure at seduction. There’s no way you’d dress like that around him of your own volition.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, Levi joins you where you sit fiddling with the remotes, his movements guarded as he sinks into the velvet softness.

“I figured you’d have some kind of normie plans with my brothers.”

Did you not just text him saying that you wanted to spend the weekend together? You have no qualms about reassuring your interest in Levi, especially when you know that the demon’s sin makes it hard for him to believe otherwise. However, multiple reassurances in the span of a few minutes were worrying.

Yet the stress of the week is catching up to you, making you abnormally frustrated with his seeming thick-headedness.

“They asked, but I want to stay in and relax with you, is that so hard to believe?”

The demon flusters as he tries to explain himself, “N-No! It’s just that– GAH! How can I even begin to explain to a normie like you...” He sighs in defeat, hiding his reddening face behind his clenched fist.

Taking a deep breath, you force the anger back inside, knowing that he is not the cause and that you shouldn’t take it out on him anyways. You shift in the bean bag, choosing to sit in it upright. However, you end up abandoning it altogether when that doesn’t allow you to be as close as you want to be. The demon’s blush darkens as he watches you briefly crawl over to him, only to kneel next to him on his bean bag. Your knees press into the side of his thigh,

“‘M sorry, Levi. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” You reach toward his clenched fist, gently prying his fingers from his palm and slipping your own in the spaces in between. “I know you can’t help it, your envy is only natural.”

You bring the back of Levi’s hand to rest against your cheek, his skin cool against the thrumming warmth of your own. “It’s just, sometimes it hurts to hear you speak about yourself like that, you know? Like you don’t trust me to know my own feelings about you.”

Levi clamors, “It’s hard to believe you want me. You’re the most perfect person ever and I’m… not. I’m just a lame and greasy weeb–”

Off he goes on another rant about how ugly, pathetic, and worthless he is. It makes your blood boil. You’re trying to be patient and accommodating; no one learns to love themselves overnight, but it feels like there hasn’t been even an inch of progress in the months you’ve been here.

The longer you let him talk, the more your anger builds. Perhaps being exposed to demons for such an extended period of time isn’t healthy, because as soon as the temptation to explode appears, you pounce on it.

“Ugh! Seriously, Levi!” you groan, “This is what I mean! Is this a game to you?! Or some sort of kink?!”

You stand up and begin angrily throwing your snacks back into your bag, continuing on your own tirade, “You won’t tell me your feelings, you won’t believe when I tell you mine, I don’t know what to do anymore, Leviathan!

In your peripheral you can see Levi shrink into the bean bag, hands clinging to his knees with a vice grip as his body trembles. You think he is about to cry with how low his head hangs, like he doesn’t want you to see. A tiny sliver of sick satisfaction crawls through you.

“You’re going to just let me walk out your door, aren’t you?” You angrily whisper, staring down at him. When he doesn’t answer, you roll your eyes with a loud scoff, muttering to yourself, “Unbelievable.”

A crushing force surrounds your ankle when you make your move to leave. You try to yank yourself free but the hand only constricts tighter, causing you to wince.

Looking down, you see a pale hand with indigo scales and webbing bruising its shape into your skin. Following the pattern of iridescent scales up its owner’s arm, you find Levi staring furiously at you, his pupils almost swallowed by the irradiated orange of his irises. Coral-like horns sprout from his head, parting his hair like seaweed swaying in water. A winding black tail begins to creep up your other leg, violently cold and slimy.

“You are not going to leave me, human,” Levi growls before yanking you back down to straddle him. “You cannot change reality. I am a disgusting otaku, so disgusting in fact that you want to run away.”

Okay, message received; you pushed it a little too far.

“Levi, that’s not–” You struggle in his grasp. Levi’s hands had ensnared your wrists while his tail had shifted to circle your waist, leaving a slippery trail on your skin.

“It’s too late, you’re mine now! It doesn’t matter if I don’t deserve you, I want and will have you anyways!”

Levi’s anger overwhelms him. He tugs you closer so he can nuzzle his face into your cleavage, his usual shy nature taking a backseat to the envy bubbling over.

“Why are you trying to change me into something I’m not?” He bitterly sobs, salty tears spilling down his face and your chest, “Why can’t you love me like this?”

Despite the modicum of fear sweeping down your spine, you realize that maybe Levi hasn’t made any progress because you haven’t made the right approach. The answer is not to start over; Levi’s envy will never allow him to rebuild a new self-image. Instead, you need to work with the emotions he already has and regularly expresses. Do not restart but repurpose.

Steeling your resolve, you now set about your new mission, and pray in the back of your mind that Levi doesn’t use his tail to squeeze you to death.

“You’re right, Leviathan.”

Another choked cry escapes him followed by muffled sniffling. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”

“You are a sweaty otaku, Levi. You game all hours of the day. You only watch anime and hentai. You’re obsessed to the point that you forget to shower, to eat, to change your clothes let alone wash your dirty laundry. Worst of all, you’re utterly perverted. It’s hard to believe you aren’t the Avatar of Lust with how often you stare at my ass.”

You try your best to rest your chin on the crown of Levi’s head, the closest thing to an embrace you can manage in your position.

“And I love you anyways, Levi.”

His head snaps up to look at you, confused and red-eyed.

“You may not deserve me, but you are right, you can have me anyways. I want you to have me.”

Levi’s grasp goes slack and you’re able to slip your wrists free. His mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. You hesitantly reach for his face, not wanting to startle him. He doesn’t move, so you cup his cheeks with your palms and use your thumbs to wipe away his tears and their forming tracks.

“My poor Leviathan, you’re always so pent up, aren’t you? Bottling up feelings you don’t know how to express,” you coo.

He nods, sighing dejectedly, “I’m never going to be able to give you what you want.”

Pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead, you whisper against his skin, “There’s something I want right now that you can give me.”

“Name it. I’ll give whatever I can. Whatever to make you stay.”

You pull back to look him in the eye, “Can I fuck you, Levi? Can you give me your body? Can we have each other?”

A familiar blush blooms across his face and you fear that the third-born is going to regress into another rant. However, Levi nuzzles his face into your palm, pressing a kiss to your soft flesh.

“In this… form?” He asks meekly.

One of your hands drops to gently caress the length of his tail as it’s situated on your waist. Its rough texture is offset by the frigid mire that naturally clings to it; the sensation is akin to how algae adheres to rocks.

“I like this form. It’s nice to see you all-powerful.”

Levi grumbles, shifting underneath you, “It’s monstrous…”

“I know,” you say, now feeling ready to challenge his self-doubt, “but that’s why I like it. I love every version of you.”

His tail uncurls from your waist, leaving behind a faint trail of ooze on your skin and clothes. Levi’s hands rest on the side of your thighs, idly running along their length as your question replays constantly in his mind. His self-deprecation begs for him to say no; he can’t sleep with you like this, you’ll be tainted just by association. He ruins everything he touches, why would it be any different this time?

“I won’t force you,” you say, interrupting his spiraling thoughts, “But I want you, Levi. I want to show you that I love every aspect of you, even the bad stuff.”

“Yeah,” the demon eventually says, “I can’t say no to you. It’s the least I can do for you for putting up with a loser like me.”

You know better now than to argue his points, he’s not going to believe you. Instead, you wordlessly stand up and remove your shorts and underwear, kicking them off to the side.

Levi’s blush only deepens as he watches you brazenly undress. The glow of the tv behind you highlights your curves in a blue halo. He watches the light dance on your skin as you kneel back down in front of him. You push his legs apart as you climb into his lap once more, though now your back is pressed to his chest.

Grabbing his hands, you bring one of them to cup your breast through your tank top. Instinctively, Levi gives it a gentle squeeze, causing you to giggle. You guide his other hand to rest on your lower stomach, only a few centimeters from your core.

“Okay, Levi, I want you to fuck me with your tail.”

The demon splutters, “I– What? That’s perverted, I can’t–”

“I want you to be perverted right now,” you challenge, “I want you to be a perverted little otaku and make me cum on your tail.”

Levi’s brain short-circuits as you further push his hand lower until his fingers greet your folds.

“I’ve seen you play PC, I know you’re skilled with your hands. You gotta use ‘em to prep me first, stuff me full with your filthy fingers. Won’t my perverted demon spread me open before fucking me?”

His eyes fall shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Your words are degrading, they’re humiliating, but he likes it. For him, it feels like you are finally speaking the truth, accepting his true nature.

So his hand slips through your lower lips, teasing your clit with shy circles and making you whimper. Levi’s hardening cock presses against your back, hips involuntarily rutting against you in search of friction. You meet his thrusts, pushing your bare ass against his clothed cock, which the third-born pathetically moans at.

His finger drags slick from your entrance up to your clit, alternating between methodically slow and brutally overstimulating. The hand fondling your breast finally slides past the fabric of your top to pinch your nipple, causing you to whine deeply. Normally, Levi would be hesitant to twist the bud with the roughness he does now, but both of you are wound so taut that he isn’t afraid of leaving you with marks. He’s going to make sure you take everything he wants to give, leaving sore reminders of him on your body.

Both of you gasp when his index finger slides into you; you for the contrast of his icy skin in your sweltering heat, him for how easily and greedily your body took him in. Levi crooks his finger, pressing into the spongy spot that makes you see stars. You’re quickly becoming a moaning mess on top of him.

“Ah, yes! Fuck, you feel so good! Gimme another? Pretty please?” You croon.

Levi obeys in an instant, sinking another finger into your cunt and marveling at the sticky squelch it produces. He begins to scissor his fingers, stretching your body around his hand. When did you become so wet? The sound makes him shiver below you, rolling his hips against your backside in a particularly rough thrust.

“Do you like how your fingers sound in my cunt, Leviathan?” You mirthfully ask.

“I-It’s– I–” The demon stammers out, too focused on the sound replaying each time he sinks his fingers into you.

Your hand reaches up behind you to grasp Levi’s right horn, making him whimper as the pain forces his attention to you, “Say it, my pitiful little demon. Say you like fucking me with your fingers.”

The pace of his fingers slows as he musters the effort to speak, “I-I love i-it! I love f-fingering you…”

“It’s not enough though, is it? Wish it was your cock fucking me instead, hmm? Filling me up?”

He can feel the pre-cum soaking his through his sweatpants, each tease of your hips creating a new bead that drips down his shaft. Levi nods against your shoulder, panting as he sinks a third finger into you. “P-please… n-need you on my c-cock…”

Your giggle is borderline evil. “Too bad. Start with your tail and maybe you can earn the right to stick your nasty otaku cock in my cunt.”

Levi grits his teeth against your neck as he forces his hand to abandon your body, thin trails of your arousal still clinging to his fingertips as he pulls them away. Replacing his fingers, the demon teases the tip of his tail into your entrance, the cool scales making your body jolt in pleasure.

His tail meets no resistance as it slithers further into your body, causing you to drawl out a low, “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

Not satisfied with the idea of no longer being able to play with your pussy, Levi’s fingers return to your clit as he slowly drags his tail out of you. You choke on your moan, thighs tensing and toes curling at the overwhelming sensation.

The pace he sets with his tail is brutal, stretching you wider along the length every time he stuffs the appendage back into you. His hand matches this pace, making sure each jolt to your bundle of nerves makes the stretch easier. You want to tease him, to humiliate him a bit more with your words, but each taunt dies on your tongue.

Perhaps you should be the humiliated one. After all, your cunt is shamelessly exposed to the room as Levi uses his tail to fuck you senseless. Any one of his brothers could walk in and see him using you. Don’t you have any dignity? Why did the idea of being his personal fucktoy– his living fleshlight– make you so excited? No human in their right mind should open their body to a demon in this way, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted Leviathan to ruin you.

You’re practically a puddle of incoherent moans and babbling, unsure if the tightening in your lower abdomen was from arousal or from Levi’s tail burying so deep into you. The last intelligible thought that runs through your mind is if you look as fucked out and cock-drunk as the girls in his hentai. You hope you do, knowing how much he’d enjoy it.

The pressure continues to build, tears appearing in the corner of your eyes. Heat licks at your skin and sweat runs down your body, but Levi’s naturally cool state instantly chills the droplets. It, combined with the pleasure, have you shivering uncontrollably, little convulsions tearing through your body.

You vaguely register Levi growling “cum, cum, cum–” against your skin. The demon pinches your clit a final time, your dam finally breaking as your thighs tremble, shudders wracking down your spine. The intense orgasm has you squirting around the demon’s tail, thoroughly drenching his scales in your slick. Eyes rolled back, you collapse against Levi, vision growing fuzzy and a light ringing in your ears.

But Levi doesn’t stop. Though he has removed his tail from you, his fingers play with your oversensitive clit. You’re too weak to try and push his hand away, huffing between overstimulated cries of his name. He quickly forces you through a second orgasm.

The demon brings his fingers to his mouth, forked tongue happily lapping at your essence on his flesh. Levi looks down at your crumpled body, chest heaving with a thousand-yard stare as you slowly come back to reality. He cradles you close to him, still painfully aware of his throbbing erection but waiting on your word. It’s no fun without you, after all.

“Mmm… Levi?” You eventually whisper, voice strained and groggy.

The third-born presses kisses to your face and neck in response.

“What’s next?” You ask.

“Next?” The demon balks.

“You let me have your body, now you can have mine. Where do you want me?” You ask with sincerity too puzzling for Levi’s liking. There’s no way you could want, nor handle, more. But you’re looking at him expectantly, eyes still consumed with lust as you stare up at him from where you’re snuggled against his chest. Leviathan doesn’t know who to thank for answering his prayers. Doesn’t know who to thank for sending him a human that yearns for his defiling touch.

He knows you won’t let him leave your question unanswered, so his mind drifts to ideas of how he could have your body. He flashes back to when you first sat down in his room, how enticing your thighs looked pressed together as your body stretched out. Knowing your cunt is likely already sore, he decides to finally allow himself to indulge in one hentai-born fantasy.

You’re about to boop his nose, noticing his thoughts have run away, when he begins to move. His arm curls underneath your legs, picking you up like you weigh nothing as his hips raise from the bean bag. With his free hand, he pushes down his underwear and sweatpants to his thighs, cock springing free. He sets you back down a little higher than your previous position, legs still spread though now his cock rests heavily against your abused lips.

“D-Don’t move, okay?” Levi asks, as his hands move to the side of your legs. He pushes your legs together, trapping his cock between your thighs. You whimper afterward, his tip now teasingly nestled against your clit.

His tail once again wraps around you, though now along the lengths of your calves, keeping your lower half bound. Grabbing onto your hips, Levi effortlessly rocks them upwards, his shaft deliciously gliding through your folds. He guides your hips back down, his tip roughly tapping your clit as his cock now pushes forward.

You’re thankful that you don’t have to do much as Levi controls the movement of your hips as he fucks your thighs. However, his tight grip makes it impossible to escape the sensation of his cock caressing your debauched bundle of nerves. You attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation, but the demon holds tight, coating his cock in your slick.

Though your head is swimming, you clear your throat and force out some last words, “D-Do my thighs feel good Levi?”

He nods, hissing as his cock glides along your silky flesh, “S-So good, you feel so good.”

“You gonna cum? Be a good demon and cum all over my thighs.”

Levi wishes he could last longer, but your skin is warm and soft against his shaft. Though it will never compare to the feeling of being in your cunt, your thighs are now Levi’s second favorite part of you to fuck.

His pace falters, nails digging into your skin as he hurriedly grinds your folds along his cock, sending you through another convulsing orgasm. Levi feels your muscles twitching in his hands, and the demon finally cums with one last thrust through your thighs. His cum shoots onto your stomach and chest, and the sheer volume of spend sticking to your body has you wondering how long your Levi has been holding back.

…

After what feels like an eternity, sensation returns to your legs, and you’re able to sit up without falling over (though you are still hesitant to stand). Levi grabs your hand, eyes pleading with you not to leave.

“I’m going to get us cleaned up, and then we can watch TSL. Does that sound good?” You ask, giving his hand a little squeeze.

The demon smiles and releases your hand. Using your magic, you summon a wet hand towel, groaning when you realize that you still don’t have enough energy to summon it warm. Levi doesn’t seem to mind though as you run the cool cloth over his thighs and abdomen, before tucking him back into his sweats.

You run the cloth over your torso next, clearing the drying bits of his cum from your skin. You’re almost impressed by the amount that has pooled on you.

Sliding your shorts back on and fixing your crooked top, Levi shoves the ruined beanbag to the side. You both fall back into your previous position on a new one; Levi cradles you on his lap, though now you’re wrapped in a large Ruri-chan blanket. Anime plays in the background as you feed him the snacks you had brought. He doesn’t blush when his hands absentmindedly run along your bare skin, nor does he stammer as he points out each easter egg to you.

You never speak about this again, but he never questions your feelings again either.

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Chapter 8: Do I Wanna Know?

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spitting, daddy kink, vaginal sex (mating press), heavy on the angst this chapter

Summary: After the events of Halloween, you finally start questioning your relationship with Eren. Meanwhile, he attempts to do some damage control to keep both you and his reputation in check, ultimately resulting in more damage. 

Notes: Song is "Do I Wanna Know" by the Arctic Monkeys

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The Sunday night after Halloween, Alpha Tau gathers upstairs in the fraternity house for their weekly chapter meeting. Tonight, Levi makes a particularly interesting announcement. 

“In about two weeks, Alpha Tau will be hosting its annual fall formal. For you pledges that aren’t familiar with this yet, formal is a special event that happens each semester. It’s essentially a dance. There will be a DJ, dancefloor, photo booth. In addition, dinner will be provided. Luckily, because of our clean record so far this semester, thanks to our partnership with Sigma Nu Kappa, the Student Affairs Committee has approved us having an overnight formal. Meaning we will be renting out a hotel for the night.” 

Most of the seniors cheer loudly at the last part, especially Mike. Eren clenches his fist, the memory of the other night still fresh in his mind. He can’t stand the guy, especially knowing he had his fingers in that beautiful body he’s made claim to. He’s not one to be possessive, but with her, he can’t help it.

Levi continues. “The cost of formal is already included in your membership fees, so I highly encourage every brother to attend. Also, each of you is allowed one guest. This can be anyone: a friend, girlfriend, boyfriend, whoever. If you plan to bring a date, make sure you get their signature on the sign-up form. I’ll be handing these out at the end of chapter. Please get these to me by next Sunday.”

Reiner turns around to face Eren. “Got a girl in mind you want to ask?”

He shrugs. “Not really.”

It’s a bold face lie. As soon as Levi mentioned a guest, he immediately thought of her. Her all glammed up in a gorgeous dress, them grinding against each other on the dancefloor, making love in their hotel room when the night is over. 

He allows himself to fantasize about it for a minute before coming back to reality. 

As much as he’d like to ask her to be his date, he can’t. As easy as it would be to just be with her, he won’t. He justifies it to “not being ready”. Asking her to be his date is another level of commitment that he’s not willing to step into yet. He needs time. This is what he’s convinced himself of. 

The more time he spends with her, he finds himself forgetting why this relationship has to be so goddamn difficult. It’s on him; he knows that. His reasons are selfish and immature. Not being ready for commitment. Caring too much about his reputation, which isn’t all that great anyways. It’s all bullshit excuses at the end of the day. 

Eren doesn’t want to fall in love. He’s afraid. Afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of getting hurt. Being in love complicates everything. He enjoys being free, unshackled, able to do what he pleases. Responsible only for himself and nobody else. Allowed to fuck up as many times as he can without repercussions. Because he will fuck up. He’s young, dumb, and selfish. Why burden anyone with his flaws? 

But when he’s with her, he’s happy. In a way, he still feels free. Weightless, liberated, unbound. As if a whole new world has been opened up to him, as cliché as that sounds. She makes him feel worthy, makes him feel loved. 

And that’s what scares him the most. 

It’s not love. How can it be? Aside from the amazing sex, what do they really know about each other? Eren has done his best to avoid revealing anything about himself. She’s kept a similar guard, probably just as afraid as he is. 

It’s lust. That’s all it is. That’s what he keeps telling himself.

He wishes he had met her in a different time in his life. Maybe after he’s gotten all this dumb, frat boy energy out of his system. It would be easier for them. It would be different. Better. 

He knows what he needs to do eventually. He has to end it with her before it gets too serious. Their time together on Halloween night felt different. He exposed himself, revealed a little too much of his feelings.

She’ll never leave him; he’ll string her along until the time is right. He’ll continue to drag this out as much as he possibly can. Continue telling her what she wants to hear, getting away with his sins until he decides it’s time to move on.

He’s got it all under his control. 

“You should bring that girl Pieck,” Reiner suggests, snapping Eren out of his thoughts. “Bertolt is thinking about asking another Delta Mu also.”

Eren shrugs again, unsure how else to respond. His big brother turns back around to face the front as Erwin makes his closing statements, ending chapter. 

On the way out of the meeting, Armin nudges him. “Who are you really thinking of taking to formal?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just because Reiner is telling you who to bring, doesn’t mean you have to take them. Isn’t there anyone else you’d like to ask?”

He doesn’t answer right away, tempted to be honest with his best friend. However, Eren is still a coward that won’t admit to anything that shows off a sign of weakness.

“I think I will ask Pieck. I hung out with her on Halloween. She’s cool.” Wanting to take the focus off him, he asks, “Who are you going to take?”

“I’m going to ask Annie,” Armin states confidently. 

“Annie? Really?”

“Yes, I like her. We have fun together,” he explains, smiling. 

Eren can’t help being envious at how easy it is for Armin to confess his feelings. Again, he questions himself why he’s making his own relationship more difficult than it needs to be. 

On their way to their dormitory, Eren gets a text message:

Mikasa is sleeping over at Jean’s tonight.

Without a second thought, Eren lies to his roommate. “I’m going to the library for a couple of hours. I forgot I have a paper due in a few days for Pyxis.”

“Oh, okay. Good luck. I’ll see you later.”

Eren turns to the direction of the library until he’s out of Armin’s line of sight. A few minutes later, he’s outside another familiar dorm building. There’s a mixture of excitement and anxiety as he waits for her to come down. They haven’t talked since that night. He abandoned her when they were caught by Hitch and Annie. In that moment, he panicked. Instead of explaining himself like any normal, mature person would, he fled the scene, hoping she would be able to fix whatever mess they created. 

She’s in sweats when she opens the door, motioning him to come in. Even in this outfit, his heart flutters at the sight of her. 

“Hey,” he greets her, a small grin on his lips. 

“Hi.” She returns his smile with her own. Warm and bright as ever. 

It would be so easy. So easy to be together, Eren repeats in his head, as he follows her upstairs. 

~~~

Up in your room, as soon as the door is closed, he steps towards you with both hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately. Your lips smack together, tongues sliding in and around each other’s mouths, hands pressed against his chest. You kiss like this for a minute, your pulse beating fast under your skin.

He breaks away, foreheads touching, noses nuzzling. “Hi,” he whispers. 

You smile. “Hi.”

You get onto the bed and lie besides each other, his arms wrapped around your body. “How are you?” He gives you a smooch on your forehead. 

“I’m fine. Chapter meeting was quick. How about you?”

“Same. Uneventful, as always.” He squeezes you tighter in his embrace. “I’m sorry about Friday night. For running off.”

You’ve had nearly two days to digest all that happened that night and how it plays into your current situation. The rollercoaster of emotions, beginning with denial, peaking at anger, and halting at shame, is causing you to spiral. You spent hours Saturday morning, lying in bed, refusing to accept that Annie is absolutely correct: you do deserve better. You are better than this. And when the realization finally hits you like a bag of bricks, the rest of your Saturday is wasted pacing around campus, letting off steam caused by this newfound contempt for Eren Jaeger. The blatant disrespect from him that you so fervently overlooked is impossible to deny any longer. 

This leads you into Sunday, when the guilt of how you failed yourself starts to consume you. The burden of realizing that you got yourself into this mess weighs heavy on your chest; the burden to escape it weighs even heavier. 

Yet, you lie here with him on Sunday night, wishing for a sign of redemption. Anything to prove that all this was worth it. That it still is worth it. Holding out hope for some type of forlorn act of love. 

He clears his throat. “I freaked out when I saw them. I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran. I’m sorry.”

You stay silent, waiting for any additional explanation, maybe a more valid reason for ditching you. Nothing else comes out of it. Eventually, he clears his throat again, obviously uncomfortable, asking, “So, what did you end of telling them?”

You choose to leave out the details of what Annie said. It’s not the right time. You don’t want to confess to him that it’s been eating away at you for the past two days. Not yet. “I told them that we’re hooking up.”

“Did they have anything to say to that?”

“Not really. They were just surprised.”

He chuckles. “Annie isn’t necessarily the biggest fan of me, so I’m sure she’s secretly upset about it.”

She did not keep it a secret at all, you think to yourself, remembering her disgust very clearly.

“They’re not going to tell anybody, are they?”

“No. They’re my friends. They’re not going to say anything.”

“Good.” His relief doesn’t bring you comfort. Rather, it causes you more stress. He’s so desperate to keep you a secret, and for what? To save face? Protect a reputation that barely exists in the first place?

“Would it be so bad? If people know? What’s the big deal?” You’re already preparing yourself for a disappointing answer. 

Before he replies, he reaches his fingers down to your chin to tilt your head up. “I want to be with you, okay? I just need time.”

“Time?”

“Yeah, to get used to this. I’m not really a relationship or commitment person. This is all new to me. Just give me time. I promise you. It’ll all be alright.” His eyes look earnest. Honest. Sweet. 

The trouble with Eren Jaeger is that he is a master at his craft. Manipulating a situation to go his way is a skill that no one can compete with him in. And it’s taken you several weeks to recognize how easily you fall for it. 

You leave it at that, tired of hearing excuses, exhausted of empty promises. You start kissing him, palming his cock until it’s hard beneath his pants. This is how it always ends up with you two. This is the only thing you’re good for. 

A few minutes later, you’re both naked, you on your back, thighs spread open as he eats you out, pumping his fingers inside you. You’re the same obedient girl that gave your virginity to him. Allowed him to defile you, to ruin you. It’s what you wanted, what you fantasized about. And now you are dealing with the consequences. Picking up the pieces that you willingly let him destroy.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy,” he hums, flicking his tongue over your clit, middle and ring finger working overtime in and out of your cunt. 

You allow the ecstasy to smother you, because the only way to feel good with Eren is like this. He doesn’t have to know that your mind is filled with doubts, regret, insecurity. And, as he sends you into your first orgasm of the night, you temporarily forget about all the imperfections in this shady relationship. You let the lust and pleasure justify why you’re still here in bed with him. 

When you come all over his fingers, he doesn’t stop. He keeps going until his digits are wet, shiny, and sticky with your slick. He sucks on your clit until it’s swollen and sensitive. Until you’re whimpering with tears rolling down the sides of your face. Until he’s had your fill of you, and you’ve given him all that you can offer. 

Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and slides his hard cock up and down your arousal, spreading your cum over your clit. You hear the click of the lube bottle, the soft squelch of oil being rubbed on his shaft, the gravely moan resounding from his throat. 

“Are you ready, baby?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out.

He kneels in front of you, positioned between your legs. His cock glides into your sleek pussy easily, eliciting a low moan from his mouth as he bottoms out. He thrusts into you slowly, spreading your thighs out wider for a better angle. He watches you swallow his entire length, a satisfied smile forming at his lips, as he continues to penetrate your sloppy cunt. 

“Fuck, baby. Look at you. You’re beautiful.” His eyes drift up to meet your gaze. You try to suppress the flutter in your belly, reminding yourself that he only says this when you’re beneath him, surrounding his cock. Giving him what he wants.

“Take this cock, take this fucking cock. Good girl, good fucking girl,” he growls, sliding his hands under your thighs and pushing your knees closer to your chest. He has you in a fucking mating press, pounding your G-spot ruthlessly, determined to milk you dry. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, fists clenching the sheets, eyes shut tight as he drills you into the bed, completely lost in the heat of passion. You hear him spit twice, his saliva trickling onto your puffy clit. Suddenly, his fingers are on you, stimulating your messy bud smeared in his drool. The sensation overtakes you. Soon, you’re coming once more all over his cock, pussy throbbing around him.

“I want to fill you up, baby. Fill you up with my fucking load,” he moans. Both his hands are holding onto your legs, pushing them towards your shoulders into a goddamn yoga pose. Your cunt is so wet, you’re worried he’ll slip out any second. 

He orgasms inside you, groaning as he comes down from his high. “Fuck, baby. Wish I could take a picture of this.” He pulls out to marvel at your drenched pussy, biting his lower lip. 

Turning your head to the side, you stare blankly at the wall of your bedroom, brought back to reality. Nothing has changed. He’s still the same Eren. Your body feels good, spent and satiated, as it usually does when he’s finished with you. Your mind, however, is focused on all the problems that remain. 

He chuckles, crawling next to you, asking, “You okay?” Completely unaware of the turmoil taking over your mind. 

You nod, staying silent as you sit up, ready to make your usual post-coital trip to the bathroom. His hand grips at your wrist. “Hey. Baby. Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just have to pee,” you tell him. Not yet. It’s still not the right time.

“Okay,” he relents, loosening his hold on you. 

You slide into your pajamas, avoiding his gaze. From the corner of your eye, you see him looking at you with a worried expression. Does he actually care?

As you exit your bedroom, anxiety creeps into your chest. It feels like the calm before the storm. 

Sometime soon, you’re going to crack. The burden of it all is going to break you, cause you to snap. Unleash the hell that’s burning in your fragile soul.

Not tonight, not in this moment. But soon. 

You’ll finally be free.

~~~

The days pass and Eren’s timeline for turning his sign-up form is dwindling. He’s been debating with himself all week about how he should proceed with this. 

Thursday night, the brothers of Alpha Tau eat dinner together in the dining room. Those that live in the house are prepared food everyday by their house chef. Pledges are allowed two meals a week, free of charge, as long as an active brother signs them up as their guest. Tonight, Reiner invites him to eat with them. 

“Have you asked Pieck to formal yet?” Reiner shoves a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, waiting for a response.

“I haven’t,” he replies, taking a bite out of the meatloaf on his plate. He knew this was going to come up eventually. 

“Well, what are you waiting for?” In a hushed voice, he leans in closer and urges, “Just don’t take a Sigma Nu Kappa. Anyone but them. A lot of brothers are already taking them. We need to add some hot girls in there or else we’ll be the laughingstock to the rest of the frats.”

It’s a ridiculous statement. Truly. Reiner is an idiot. Apparently so is Eren for going along with everything he commands. 

“I don’t even know how to get a hold of her. I only met her at the Halloween party.”

“Ask Bertolt to help you out. He’s taking another Delta Mu sister. She can let Pieck know you’re interested.”

Eren has been procrastinating doing this on purpose. Once he asks Pieck to the dance, he has no other choice but to break the news to her. He’s nervous for how she’ll react; she’ll probably come up with some smartass comment to make him feel guilty. She never stays mad at him, though. Never. He has her wrapped around his finger, and he shamelessly takes advantage of that. 

“Fine. I’ll ask Bertolt to help me set it up.” 

Reiner pats his back. “Don’t forget to sign up for a room with a single bed. I’m sure you’ll be using it.” He gives you a cocky smirk, going back to scarf down his meal. 

Eren hangs out on the couch after dinner, digesting. He checks his phone frequently, waiting for any type of text inviting him over. He hasn’t talked to her since Monday morning, when he whispered a soft “good morning” as he crawled out of bed to get ready for the day. Even though they spent the night together, she didn’t say much. Usually, they chat with each other before drifting off to sleep. She was much quieter on Sunday, only nodding along and providing short responses as he babbled on and on. He attributes it to exhaustion from the amazing sex, Eren finally trying a position he’s been fantasizing about doing with her.

On his way out of the house to retreat to his dorm room for the night, he spots Annie walking out of the Sigma Nu Kappa house. “Jaeger,” she calls out, before he can avert her.

Reluctantly, he turns to face her. “Hey.”

“Come here for a second. I want to talk to you.” Her expression is the typical scowl she wears whenever she sees him. He wonders if she’s typically like this with others or if this frown is specifically reserved for him. 

“What do you want?” 

She sizes him up, eyes narrowed. “Geez, what’s with the attitude?”

“What do you want?” he repeats, already losing his patience.

She twirls a strand a hair between her fingers. “Armin asked me to formal.”

“Yeah, he told me he was going to ask you.” He still can’t fathom how his best friend, who is a gentle teddy bear, plans to attend a dance with someone as callous and deadpan as Annie. Then again, he hasn’t been spending much time with Armin to discuss this recent development. 

“So, when are you going to ask her? I heard the deadline is on Sunday. It’s already Thursday.”

Eren plays dumb, placing his hands in his pockets and shrugging. He doesn’t owe anyone, especially Annie Leonhart, an explanation. 

She glares at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “What are you doing? She’s a nice girl. Why are you messing around with her like this?”

The accusation irritates him. Defensively, he responds, “I’m not messing around with her, okay? And I know she’s a nice girl. Why do you think I keep her around?” 

Her eyes get narrower, scrutinizing him. “She’s not a plaything, Jaeger. She’s a human being.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of that.” 

“Do you even know how she feels about you?” 

There’s a growing guilt building in his chest as he tries to remain unbothered by this hostile confrontation. He keeps silent, unsure how to react. Truth be told, he doesn’t want to know. Knowing will only make it more difficult for him to let go. To move on. 

She scoffs. “You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re nosy,” he spits out. “What the hell did you tell her anyways? She’s been really distant lately. Hasn’t been talking to me much.”

A small smirk forms on her face. “I told her the truth. Told her what she needed to hear.”

“What does that mean?”

“If you don’t know, then you really are hopeless.”

Eren rolls his eyes, having had enough of this conversation. This is typical Eren. When he’s put in a tough situation, he walks away. Sometimes runs. He turns away from her, not at all interested in being harassed any further. 

Before he moves, she warns, “There are a lot of people who care about her. If you hurt her, you will be reminded every day of how badly you fucked up.”

It sounds like a threat. With Annie, it probably is. 

Without facing her, he says, “I care about her too, Annie.” His voice is soft, maybe even a little vulnerable. Admitting it out loud is unusual; he’s surprised to hear his own mouth utter these words. 

“Then act like it. I thought you didn’t let other people influence how you think or feel. Remember you told me that? Don’t let Reiner influence your decisions. Believe it or not, I at least have more respect for you than him. Don’t be a disappointment.”

With that, he makes his way back to his dorm room, Annie’s words sticking to his mind no matter how hard he tries to disregard them. She’s right; he knows what he’s doing is wrong.

Don’t be a disappointment.

It’s too late for that. 

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Friday night, Sigma Nu Kappa hosts their monthly pizza night. The sisters gather in the kitchen, assembling their personalized pies, handing them over to their chef who bakes them in a portable wood-fired oven. During these special nights, all sisters, whether they live in the house or not, are allowed to participate. 

Hange, who always tries to make the smelliest pizza possible, topped with anchovies, olives, onions, and garlic, is regulated in the corner of the room, eating her meal alone with a twisted smile on her face. Petra, Nanabe, and the other seniors talk amongst themselves as they munch on their dinner, discussing upperclassmen topics unrelated to the rest of the sisters. 

You eat with Mikasa, Annie, and Sasha on the couch, watching a comedy movie on TV. After some idle gossip, Sasha brings up a topic that catches you off guard. 

“Who else is going to Alpha Tau’s formal, besides Mikasa and Hitch?”

“Hey, I haven’t been formally asked by Jean yet. He wants to do it after a nice dinner tomorrow, bless his heart,” Mikasa explains, a sweet smile on her face. “Who’s taking Hitch?”

“Connie!” Sasha answers, proudly. “I set it up. Just call me Cupid.”

“Armin asked me. And I said yes,” Annie mentions in a quiet voice, blushing.

“Armin?! Oooh la la, Annie!” Sasha teases, resulting in a firm punch to her arm.

You notice Annie glancing at you, imploring some sort of comment. 

“I didn’t even know Alpha Tau is having a formal,” you say. Eren hasn’t mentioned it all week. In fact, he’s barely contacted you since Monday morning, when he kissed you goodbye before leaving for his morning class. In his defense, you haven’t made any effort to reach out to him either. You can’t help but wonder if he’s planning to ask you eventually. There’s still that glimmer of hope you’re holding out for him, despite how fast it’s dwindling.    

Annie glares, clearly upset. However, she doesn’t say anything, still adhering to her vow of silence in regard to your secret. 

“Mike is probably going to ask you,” Mikasa mentions, smirking. She found out about your little fling with Mike on Halloween and has been pestering you about it since.

You return her smile. “Maybe.” 

In all honesty, you wouldn’t mind going to formal with Mike. After that night, you still consider him a friend. The few times you’ve passed by him this week, he’s acted normally, greeting you with that handsome grin that he wears so confidently. If you weren’t so fucked up in the head by Eren, you could definitely see yourself falling for Mike, the way he deserves. The way both of you deserve.

Instead, here you are. Still wishing more than anything that Eren asks you to this formal. Setting your expectations so high, you can barely see the top. It’s laughable. It’s pathetic.

You spend the rest of the night at the house, watching another movie snuggled next to your sisters as you all share a big bowl of popcorn. Mikasa leaves before you, heading to Jean’s for the night. Instinctually, you reach for your phone, ready to text Eren. Before you can, Annie nudges you. 

“Hey. Let’s walk back together. I want to talk to you.”

The two of you leave the house, slowly making your way towards the dorms. You’re concerned about what she wants to tell you, anticipating it has something to do with Eren. “What is it, Annie?”

She sighs, staring down at the ground as you both take your time walking. “I’m just going to say it, okay?”

You nod, eyebrows knit together with worry. Anxious for another truth bomb she’s sure to drop in this moment.

“I don’t think Eren is going to ask you to formal.”

It’s inevitable; your heart falls. The sinking sensation dwelling in the pit of your stomach slows down your steps, as if gravity is pulling you towards the ground. “How do you know?”

“I ran into him last night. I asked him and he didn’t give a straightforward answer.”

“Oh,” is all you can mutter as you process this information.  

“Also, I overheard something.” She pauses, debating if she should continue.

“Annie,” you urge her, desperate for the truth.

She gulps loudly, admitting, “I heard he’s taking someone from Delta Mu.”

There’s a cluster of emotions rushing through your head. He’d rather take anyone else besides you, the girl he’s been fucking the past couple of weeks. He was on his goddamn knees just a week ago, begging to have you. Granting whatever wish you desired to nestle himself inside your body, the one you offered him on the fateful night that initiated it all. 

You’re as much to blame as he is, falling for his tricks. For that low voice that can lull you into a trance and manipulate you into submission. Those compelling eyes that dazzle you, hiding the true nature of his cold, frigid heart. 

While your feelings for him have always been true, there are far too many red flags now to ignore, to make excuses for. Time and time again, you’ve let the waves of pleasure purify the sins of your messy relationship, if only for a short while at a time. Not anymore. This is the final straw. 

Now, you want revenge. To hurt him the same way he’s hurt you. Pull the rug out from under him like he’s done to you in the past. Make him feel something. It may sound cruel and petty, but you don’t care. For the first time since it started, you have clarity. 

“Are you okay?” Annie asks.

“I don’t know. But I think I’m starting to see things more clearly now.”

She gives you a small smile. “That’s good to hear.”

After dropping her off to her building, you head to your room, alone. Repulsed by the idea of inviting Eren over with this new information swimming around in your head. Coincidentally, your phone rings, flashing his name across the screen. 

“Hello?” you answer, attempting to keep your cool. 

“Hey,” he greets, his gruff voice taking a different effect on you now. “How are you?” 

“I’m okay.” You keep your responses short. Not in the mood for the typical pleasantries of a phone conversation. 

You hear a sense of trepidation in his voice, as he says, “So, not sure if you’ve heard already, but there’s this formal coming up for Alpha Tau.”

“Yeah, I heard.” 

You hear him clear his throat, nervous. “I’m going to take Pieck. From Delta Mu.”

Gut punch. Annie prepared you for this, but to hear it from his own voice doesn’t soften the blow. 

Before you can respond, he continues. “It doesn’t mean anything. Reiner told me to take her, so I am.”

He’s a coward. A fucking coward. Always abiding to what his big brother demands him to do, for no good reason. And you’re a fool for letting it go this far. 

“Okay.” 

“Are you mad? It’s just formal. It’s not like I’m dating her or anything. I won’t even dance with her if it makes you happy.” The audacity he has to justify it, to make it seem like what he’s doing is no big deal. It takes all your willpower not to scream into the phone. 

“If you really want to make me happy, you’d ask me to go with you, instead of some other girl,” you state.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re not supposed to be seen together yet. I’m not ready.” Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

“So, it’s okay to be seen with a Delta Mu, but not with me?” you challenge him, anger seeping through your voice. 

“It’s not like that. Just give me some more time, okay? I just need more time.”

Officially fed up, you quickly say, “Yeah, okay. Got it. Have fun at formal.” You hang up, not waiting for a response. 

Time. You’re sick of hearing this. He uses it as if it’s the magic word that erases all your problems, an excuse to prolong your suffering. You’re not even sure what he needs time for. Does he need it to get over his own insecurities? To grow up and make adult decisions? To realize he cares about you? Regardless, his time is running out.  He didn’t even have the decency to tell you any of this in person. It was all through a fucking phone call. 

Eren Jaeger truly is a coward. The biggest coward of them all.

Your limit has been reached. This is your breaking point. 

 You know what you have to do. 

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End Notes: We’re nearing the end, folks! I have three more chapters planned, plus an epilogue. Thank you again for those who have read, commented, liked, and reblogged any or all parts of this so far! 

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[thewritingmagician2022]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write how the boys would react to an mc that don’t speak English very well? Spanish it’s my first language and it’s funny because some times I misunderstand what they say and I just stay like 🤷🏻‍♀️

Sorry for my bad english 😅 I hope you’re fine and healthy uwu

Ironically, I am not healthy - hence the really long delay. But thank you!

Lucifer: Lucifer is not impressed with himself; how did he manage to not realize that you didn’t speak English as a primary language? This complicates things just a little bit but he’s not going to feel too bad about it or give you any leeway.

His favorite thing to say is “you know what I mean!” when you act like you don’t understand what he’s saying. Sometimes you’re able to figure it out and sometimes you’re not but Lucifer doesn’t care. He pushes you to be self-sufficient; you better find a way to make it work while you’re down here.

On the low, he will sign you up for English classes at RAD or get you a private tutor to make sure you’re able to communicate well enough while you live down there.

Mammon: He is so confused sometimes. The two of you will go back and forth, just confusing each other more and more as you try to figure out what the other person said/meant.

Mammon is the kind of person who’s flipping through a pocket dictionary and trying to speak Spanish to you but he’s absolutely butchering it almost every time and ends up saying something rude/nonsensical by accident

It’s really cute that he tries though and he usually just finds it more funny than anything when you don’t understand him

Levi: Levi is embarrassed when you guys can’t fully understand each other. He feels ashamed that he obviously can’t communicate clearly and wonders why you would ever bother trying to talk to an otaku like him

He definitely hides away in the beginning because the language barrier bugs him

The more you talk, the more you both understand each other. He even starts speaking Spanish a little; he learned Japanese for anime so the least he can do is learn a little Spanish for you

Still, he much prefers texting because the phones can auto translate everything and he doesn’t have to worry about either of you being confused/a misunderstanding

Satan: Satan finds it funny in the “well, well, well, Lucifer finally screwed up” kind of way and he tends to dramatize how many misunderstandings there are just to spite Lucifer even more for accidentally choosing a human that doesn’t speak fluent english

With that in mind, Satan starts learning Spanish pretty much immediately and, once you two are on friendly terms, he starts tutoring you in English as well to make sure you can understand and communicate well while you live in the Devildom

Like Mammon, he carries around a little pocket dictionary; however, he’s much more efficient with it and can actually use it to translate

Asmo: Asmo doesn’t need to understand what you’re saying for him to understand you and vice Versa!

He thinks it’s so cute when you get confused and he loves to use gestures and dramatic facial expressions to convey whatever point he is trying to make - it usually doesn’t work well and ends up even more confusing but you both have fun the whole time

Definitely someone who will sometimes pretend to not notice you’re confused (or if he’s rambling about something he genuinely may not even notice) and he doesn’t need you to reply to keep the conversation going; he can talk enough for you both

Beel: Beel is confused and you’re confused

Like Levi, he may avoid communication in the beginning because Beel is usually quiet anyway but it sometimes feels like it’s not worth the hassle and confusion

Beel mimes things to you sometimes to try to better explain himself. He’s surprisingly good at charades and it usually clears things up well enough for you.

If he doesn’t understand you, he usually tries that nod/smile people do when they have no idea what the fuck is going on because he wants to be polite

Belphie: Belphie is too tired for this shit. You’re just going to have to figure out what he said for yourself; use your phone to translate or something

He will draw pictures sometimes, if it’s something he really wants to share with you and he can’t find the right words

When he doesn’t understand you, he doesn’t even pretend to. He just stares at you until you figure out a way to say it in English or make your point known in another way

Diavolo: Diavolo is entirely charmed by the language barrier. He loves that humans have so many different languages and loves how clever you all are about trying to understand each other

He does feel a bit bad considering it makes your life more difficult and miscommunications can be a pain in the ass

To rectify this issue, he tries to make all the demons learn Spanish and asks you to lead them in Spanish lessons and then everyone can speak your language!

Obviously that’s not realistic though and he settles for learning some Spanish himself and making sure all of your learning materials at RAD are translated for you to make things easier

Barbatos: Somehow Barbatos always knows how to say things in a way you understand and he’s always able to understand what you’re saying too

You have a sneaking suspicion that he may actually be fluent in Spanish but he refuses to admit it

Barbatos doesn’t even needs words; he understands your mannerisms and facial expressions well enough and he’s equally good about making himself clear to you

Solomon: Solomon speaks all human languages, both current and past. However, he’s not very good at it because he doesn’t practice the skill often so he’ll be a bit rusty in the beginning

Definitely uses spells and engagements to help communicate better and auto translates books and things for you so you have an easier time rather than struggling to read everything in English and he’ll translate any papers you write in Spanish to English too to make your life easier

Being the mischievous man he is, Solomon does love to laugh a little when you’re not able to understand someone, especially the brothers, and occasionally he may “misinterpret” what they’ve said to cause a bit more chaos

Simeon: Simeon actually already speaks some Spanish. He’s not fluent like Solomon but he understands enough to get by and he’s really good at helping translate between you and another person if there’s an issue

He’s asked you to teach him more Spanish so you guys can communicate better and he offers to help you with English as well

Simeon is a little ridiculous and loves playing the guessing game when he doesn’t understand something, rather than looking it up. He and Luke make a bit of a game of it to see who can figure it out first when there’s a miscommunication

[prettyboykatsuki]

jack(ass) of all trades | a. levi

✮ tags ; role reversal, gn!reader, reader is taller than levi, best friends to lovers, teasing, heated making out, petnames, modern au!, levi is mid thirties ish + a professor, reader is in I.T., 18+ bc they allude to sex and some nsfw stuff

✮ wc ; 3.1k (???)

✮ a/n ; levi.... i desire you so bad king. also maybe iffy characterization bc i dont write him often

✮ synopsis ; amidst the complicated endeavor of falling in love with one of his best friends, levi forget a crucial detail.

that you're a complete jackass when it comes down to it.

(or that time levi wants to progress in your relationship but you refuse to make the first move)

In an absolutely astounding turn of events, Levi Ackerman is head over heels in love with one of his best friends.

Perhaps, even more shockingly, he's also currently entrenched in a romantic relationship with them.

And really, truly - he doesn't know how the fuck he got here.

Life has a very funny way of turning his world upside down in the span of only a few months. It's happened to him multiple times - like some cruel and sick turning of fate that never ceases to make him feel bitter by the end. Not too bitter, because everything works out in it's own way.

But bitter in a why the hell do i need to go through this way. It's been an unfair and unjust life, both in big doses and small. Levi doesn't take it to heart because that would make him annoying. Anyone examining his life could say it objectively, Levi has had an excruciatingly hard life.

He always pushes through, because whatever. It is what it is, and he has to keep going. But it's true, certainly, that shits been rough from the get-go, but it always has a funny way of working out. His mothers untimely and sad death and being raised by a deadbeat uncle in a slum gave him motivation to turn his life around by any means.

And now he works as a professor with a cushy job. He nearly didn't have enough money for college because his advisor screwed his schedules and he needed an extra year. Nearly became homeless when trying to land a job after being kicked out of dorms when he was still in school.

A couple of robberies and bad dealings with people from when he was still out on the streets, it's been real. But Levi doesn't resent it because shit usually works out in the end as long as he tries to push through it. He's lucky to be living, despite of everything.

Character development or whatever.

A lot of the reason he was able to stay clear of anything too morbid was because of the people he get to meet in his life. His friends and family and all the people who've been with him for a long time.

Of those people, Levi hasn't even known you the longest.

But three months ago, he came to the conclusion that he was in fact, deeply in love with you.

And for another time in Levi's life, he was completely and utterly screwed. For the first time, he really had no fucking idea how this was going to work out.

You met Levi in college when you were both working at some run-down restaurant to make ends meet. You didn't get along great at first, reason being you were very different. Where Levi was quiet and aloof, you were personable and friendly. Too friendly for his tastes, Levi sort of assumed you were the shallow type.

You lacked the eccentricities that usually made him have some trust and there was something about the way you weaseled out of situations that made his stomach turn. Back when he was on the streets, you were the kind of person he'd always avoid.

Unpredictable.

Hange seems unpredictable, but they're actually calculating. Levi learned that quickly. You were actually unpredictable - as in Levi had no idea how to read you for the longest time. What you were up to, what you wanted.

It all culminated at a holiday work event, where Levi was properly shitfaced and catching some cold air. You were also drunk and you apparently decided to cut the shit for the night.

And in some corny twist of events, you had a long heart-to-heart where Levi smoked his first cigarette (your cigarettes) and got to see your laugh (your real laugh) for the very first time. From there, you became quick friends despite Levi's obvious grudge towards you.

You've been friends for nearly ten years now. You spend a lot of time with each other, especially lately since you've landed a job on his campus doing I.T.

In the ten years you've known each other, you've both been in several relationships. Semi serious ones at that, with your longest one being nearly 5 years. His longest only amounting to two, with a lot of interludes in between.

Levi has a complicated relationship with love. He always assumed maybe he was just especially picky, or maybe romance wasn't something he would be fulfilled by. He had a very close knit group of friends and he didn't often find himself longing for that kind of companionship. His relationships always ended amicably, over Levi's disinterest nearly always.

Your committed relationship had a rocky break-up but you were always a naturally affectionate person in the rest. Levi got to witness it real time, when you'd bring over whoever you were seeing. Doting and gentle, nose nudging someones neck with some liquor in you. Seeing that always made him yearn. He figured he just needed to meet someone he clicked with better, though he'd never uttered the words outloud.

But three months ago, you got this new job and now your proximity is really close. Instead of just in-the-same-city close. You saw him nearly everyday and often fixed the projector in his classroom with a goofy smile - calling him an old man in the process.

He usuaully eats lunch with you and you talk about a lot of nothing together. Sometimes you talk about relationships.

And one time, you tell Levi about the sort of dates you take people on. After he accuses you of being a shitty lover, in jest of course.

( "Thinking about you courting someone gives me chills." He says, over a cup of plain coffee. You pause.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? You can say a lot about me, but I'm a good lover, Ackerman."

He snorts. He knows you probably are but shakes his head anyway.

"Yeah? And hows that?"

You scoff, smile playing at your lips anyways. You look a little far-away for a minute before looking him in the eyes, head cocked.

"Mm. Some chivalry does the trick, usually." )

It was an awful epiphany with even worse timing. He was forcing the reaction down until he was on his way home. In his car, he slumped over the wheel and cursed as loud as he possibly could because that one moment was all it took.

Levi Ackerman was in love with one of his absolutely moronic best friends.

He's never been so upset. But it clicked all of a sudden, he had this realization. His longing for relationships was never about love but about you. His disinterest made sense when he pictured crossing those lines with you. Holding your hands and taking you on dates.

He was blushing. Just picturing it was making his face flush with embarrassment and Levi knew he was screwed.

You've got to understand. Levi was in love with his best friend who's friendship he valued a lot. And he's not one to overthink, but with no way of affirming or knowing your feelings - he was adamant to bury this emotion as far as possible. To lock it away forever and dismiss it as some crush.

But once the ball was rolling, Levi couldn't. He couldn't be normal around you. He was avoiding you and obviously you noticed and he even went as far as telling Hange and Erwin while wasted. And apparently they already knew, and thought he knew.

Everything was a mess for those two months of limbo. Levi knew he was going to have to address it eventually because by simply avoiding it he was already fucking up your friendship. So, like the no bullshit person he is - he gave you a time and place and decided he was going to confess.

He thought a bar would be good. To drink and eat snacks, and be casual. But the intimacy of the whole thing was making him a little sick, and it took him three beers to even bring it up. Five to muster up the courage and say it.

("I'm...in love with you." He says, words slurred. Heart pounding, fists curled and fully prepared for rejection.

It's silent. When he opens his eyes to look, you're taking sip of beer with a little surprise in your face.

"Oh. Me too.")

In a shocking twist of events, you were also in love with Levi. In fact, you knew that when your 5 year relationship ended. That's why it even ended. But you figured Levi would never be interested in a similar desperation to protect the friendship - you dated around and hoped it would die down eventually.

After that went down, Levi went to your apartment and you talked it out for a bit. Where to go from here, what to do. Levi told you that he wanted to take it slow, calling you a heathen knowing the details of your hook-ups. You really didn't protest. Just shrugged and said he could control the pace.

And for the last month, he'd been doing just that. Nothing much has changed in that time period.

In fact, nearly nothing has changed other than sometimes - Levi will hug you for a bit longer and holds your hand in private.

That's the thing, the issue, the debacle.

It's all fun. It's great, it's nice. And Levi really is wanting to take it slow or at least he thought he wanted to take it slow.

But it's been a month and you've never even kissed. He can't tell if you're just being sadistic or what, but you are keeping your promise of only letting him control the pace and it's really starting to get on his nerves.

___

You're coming to pick your boyfriend up for a movie date in five minutes.

Right now, he's waiting outside of the bar with Hanji - who's laughing their ass off about Levi's furious blush and apparent predicament.

"Dunno, Levi. You made your bed, so lie in it, yknow?"

"Fuck you," Levi buries his face into his scarf "I don't even know why I told you."

"Because I'm your good friend with sage advice,"

"Oh, yeah? What kind of sage advice are you offering, exactly? I'm dying to know." He deadpans. Hanji laughs more before their expression goes soft.

"Make the first move. Not saying your cat adjacent charm isn't working but," Hanji clicks their tongue between their teeth "Knowing Y/N, they're definitely not gonna make a move first if you drew the line."

"But why? I don't get it. They're being so obvious about wanting it too."

"Definitely to mess with you," Hange says, not missing a beat. Levi widens his eyes "Oh, come on. Don't look at me like that. They're your partner now but you know what they're like."

"What they're like?"

Hanji chuckles.

"A tease. A flirt. A prankster. Whatever you wanna call it. They're obviously messing with you and they're obviously planning on committing to the bit no matter the cost."

"You're joking."

"Do I sound like I'm joking?" Hanji sighs, looking at Levi (who's mouth is currently agape from disbelief) "Do you remember that one time, when he had that party at Erwin's house? During Christmas."

Levi nods.

"And do you remember how we got stuck in bathroom in the guest bedroom? And we could hear them hooking up? We were pretty shitfaced but—"

For the first time it clicks. In the midst of dating, of falling in love, of nonsense - Levi had forgotten. For one moment, he truly forgotten one crucial thing about you.

That you're a jackass and a lover of malicious, indiscriminate compliance. If he were being nice about it, a tease.

You're—you're fucking—you're messing with him.

And Levi is so annoyed for a minute he thinks he's gonna break up with you right the. It must show on his face because Hanji laughs harder than ever before and Levi is red in the face because how annoying is that. You're not going to kiss Levi until he's left with not a shred of dignity.

Because you're an asshole, and that little smile you do is definitely sadisitic. Fuck.

With cosmic irony, your car pulls up the minute he's come to this same conclusion. He's hardly there when he opens the door, and slides in your seat. The sound of Hanji's laugh haunts him as he shut the door, and he doesn't process the first 10 words you say.

"Well, anyway, you ready to watch the movie?"

Levi grunts.

"Yeah. Ready."

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As is the pattern for Levi at this point, no matter how much he tries - once he realizes something, it refuses to detach from his conscious unless he addresses it.

You drive to the movies, buy two tickets, and Levi holds your seats while you go buy popcorn. You watch the trailers before-hand in silence, and you have the decency to hold his hand while that happens.

And you watch the film in silence. Levi is somewhat able to pay attention. It's a good movie, a psychological thriller that he's been itching to watch for a while and it meets his expectations. And it's all fine, until the movie inevitably ends.

You leave the theater, make it outside, and decide to go for a little walk and maybe get something to eat.

And Levi, no matter how much he tries, can't let it go.

Before he knows what he's doing, he grabs your wrist and looks around before pulling you into the closest, poorly lit alley.

He can hear you make a little noise of surprise as your back hits the pavement, a little lost. His hands on the wall behind you. It's times like this he's annoyed about the height difference, but he grabs the lapel of your coat to knock his forehead into yours.

His irritation must show in his face because you look concerned. Good.

"Uh. Baby? Gonna explain or—"

"You," He says, menacing. Seething, really "You're doing this on purpose."

You smile.

You grin. You fucking—

"What are you talking about?" You say, feigning innocence and Levi really considers knocking you out for a minute.

"Don't you play me dumb with me, you little shit. You're doing it on purpose." He repeats. You look so smug. If it wasn't so annoyingly sexy, he would be even angrier.

"Doing what on purpose, though?"

Oh, you. You're gonna make him say it. The nerve.

"You're avoiding it. Initiating. It's been an entire month, we're grown adults and we haven't even kissed. I thought you were just dense, but no - you're doing it on purpose."

You hold back a laugh, using your tongue to run over your lip.

"You think so?"

He hits your chest.

"I know so. We started dating and I forgot you were a complete jackass."

"Kinda on you," You say, smiling at him. He hates you for looking so pleased "Are you saying you wanna kiss me, Levi?"

"Use your brain for a minute."

"No, no. I'm saying," Levi almost chokes when he feels your hand around the base of his neck. How you're stood up, knees bent - inches from his face. His hearts pounding. It's not like he's never kissed anyone before, so why is he so nervous "Do you want me to kiss you, Levi?"

"You're annoying"

"I'm respecting your boundaries." You counter. He frowns.

"Just do it already."

"Sorry, sorry."

Like he said, he's kissed people before. Plenty actually. He used to get drunk in college and makeout with strangers and he's not exactly unfamiliar with it. It's not different, or it shouldn't be different. It shouldn't feel different.

Maybe it's the months long wait, or maybe it's the mountain of feelings he's had to reconcile with in the last few weeks alone. But he doesn't think he's ever been so conscious of a kiss in his entire life. He's probably never been so conscious of any one person in the history of ever.

He knows. It's just a kiss. Hardly anything to scoff at. But he's just so affected, for a minute - it feels like he's forgotten how to do anything but melt. He feels like he's gonna turn into a puddle of water, and his hands are around your shoulders. You are frustratingly good at kissing. You're slow and easy, and your press your lips against him and coax it a little deeper.

And your hands travel down his waist and he doesn't stop you from touching him. He feels blood go somewhere it shouldn't and he pulls away before it can get too bad. He refuses to let your first sexual endeavor be in some shitty alley - but by the time he's pulled back, he's longing to kiss you again.

You give him a smile, ditzy and annoying and so charming.

"Already over it?"

"Shut up. I'm not having sex in alley for our first time."

"Another time, then?" You tease, tilting your head to one side "We can makeout a little though, right?"

"You're terrible. A menace to society. I hope you get arrested."

"I'm sorry," You say, dragging the syllables out "It was kinda cute seeing you get frustrated though. Over little old me, at that? Once in a lifetime opportunity."

"Count your days and watch your back."

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Lemme make it up to you?"

He huffs, and pushes himself up to kiss you easier. God it feels good to kiss you. Like being given some ounce of relief after being starved of it for months. He wants to touch you. He wants to do a lot more than that, but for now - he lets himself hug your body as you kiss. You hold him tight, arms around his waist - creeping under the waistband of his pants but not going further.

The pressure of your body, and the warmth, and your hands. God, your hands feel so good. Your lips are soft and you taste like theater popcorn and soda. Levi has never felt so fucking desperate for a kiss in his life and he hates it a little. But he imagines when people talk about passion, this must be what they mean.

You pull away, just for a minute and Levi nearly chases you before getting a grip on reality. You giggle against his mouth.

"I like kissing you."

"If you ever pull some shit like this again, you won’t hear the end of it."

"I'll take that as reciprication."

He kisses you this time, face in your neck with a sigh.

"Read the room."

"Right, right. My bad, baby."

[thatbirdrestaurant]

“Robyn, will you ever stop talking about plot poinst Mashima completely forgot about or should’ve expanded on?”

NO! My topic today is Gajeel and Metalicana’s seemingly complicated relationship!

From the second Gajeel starts talking about Metalicana, it’s extremely clear he resents the fuck out of him for leaving. He plays the part that he could not give a single shit where he is, and I genuinely believe there is some truth to that. Coming from someone who was left by their father, I can see a bit of myself in Gajeel: you want to be so mad and pretend you don’t care - and to some degree, you don’t - but there is that lasting hurt.

And while I know that garbage arc where Gray, for some dumb reason I can’t remember, betrays the guild/Natsu isn’t canon, that arc was still keen enough to remember that Gajeel resents Metalicana to an extent that when he hears about the mere possibility of his surrogate father being alive, he doesn’t even bat an eye. He goes as far to question Natsu and Wendy why they care about someone who abandoned them.

This part of Gajeel’s character got out on the back burner so they could focus on his relationship with Levy, and I’m mostly okay with that because I love Gajeel and Levy’s love story, but it would have been amazing to see more about it.

Basically, Gajeel has daddy issues and Mashima should have exploited that for my projection.

[maineshewrote]

I-just-started-s4e2-thoughts:

Usually, when bad stuff happens to characters, I think of it as either character-building or extremely unfair. In this case it's the latter. Poor sweet Charles is being put through more than a lot of people could handle here—not only did he lose a half-life-long friend to murder, not only is the question of whether or not he should have died instead going to be raised and make him feel guilty, but he also found said friend's remains and got them all over his hands. I felt like I was watching him hold on to a hand of someone who had just been blown to pieces. He did not deserve this trauma. (All of this being said, I applaud the writers for this bold and masterfully executed move (no pun intended) and Steve Martin for portraying this delicate, complicated situation so brilliantly.)

The dedication with which Charles collects the Sazz-water is just heart-breaking. The team accomplished a very interesting feat here—this clumsy business of spilling stuff and trying to save the situation in a tense moment is usually what comedies use for low-effort humour but here it's a genuine portrayal of love.

Dead-Sazz appearing made me feel so much lighter. Her witty humour turned the overall gloom just a degree back towards the light and the feeling of everything's-gonna-be-ok-'cause-Sazz-is-here is back.

Sazz and Lucy loved sitting on the same counter. That's a nice counter.

Why does Oliver think the killer had specific access to Charles's apartment? Firstly, remember the Arcatacombs? And secondly, Sazz came in for the wine and probably didn't lock the door, thinking she'd only be a minute, so the killer could have easily waltzed in later without necessarily owning a key.

I know Tim and Ben left Mabel after their cases were solved and it's not healthy to hang on to dead people to the point of hallucinating, but I'd actually like Dead-Sazz to stick around—in a comforting fun imaginary friend way.

But if they think Charles was the target and the killer is still out there, how is it going to be safe to bring Levy over to do character study?

I am fascinated by that sweet vintage-style envelope/bag that they brought Sazz's notes in. It's definitely just something Sazz owned for no other reason than it being pretty but if that turns out to be a clue that the gang recognize much later on, I am buying cake.

I have missed Oliver's fits.

I'm interested to see where Mabel will actually end up living, but so far all I can see are good fanfiction options: bunking with Oliver (as she is) and recovering their bond that was sort of damaged last season, also throwback to season 1 where the roles were reversed; bunking with Charles and supporting him through this tough time as someone who has also lost close friends to murder and spoken to dead people; (Loretta's apartment is supposedly free now but too far for convenient sleuthing;) and Theo, I rest my case.

No idea what a "Jon Hamm and the pan situation" means but all I can think of is naked archangel Gabriel with his cardboard box.

Ho, Jan in closet!

Aha! The Arcatacombs!

I'll be honest, Jan did not disappoint—just as delightfully, self-righteously, naturally deranged and owning it as ever, loyal and moving and unintentionally hilarious. I never liked her character much up to now on account of her being sort of annoying, but I have newfound respect for her for her loyalty and her down-to-earth attitude. Also it's lovely to see familiar characters.

"Parkour." Might be my favourite line from this episode.

Hold on! There's a ham radio at the Dudenoff place! Sazz said she heard chatter on her ham radio about people wishing Charles had died instead of Ben.

Abnormal amount of pigs in this show. Obviously, now there's toilet ham and the piglet at the Dudenoff place, but we also had Fucking Pig and the "adorable little piglet" Loretta & Oliver moment in s3.

Sazz and Charles's story is so moving. Too moving to put into few enough words that you would actually have time to read.

What a genious way to get Sazz's final message across! She couldn't very well have written Charles's name to indicate who the intended victim was because that could have been interpreted as Charles being the killer, so she came up with a short, meaningful, and clear message instead. Just beautiful!

So does the number being letters mean that the Oh Hell group are all using the Dudenoff? As, what, a place to grow a pig and turn it into ham? I don't think so.

Why is the pig in the end titles floating? It unnerves me. Stop.

[ravenadottir]

renaming characters: s1, s3 and s4

i just decided to compile all of them in one post since we all know these characters pretty well, and by that i mean i know SOME of the names from season 4.

season 2 / season 5 (i guessed/named them because i didn't play the season so... no stakes there!)

SEASON 1

allegra - she's very powerful, *clears throat* hot, and allegra as a name can be that...? i don't know, i feel like amber resumes this character so much, especially if you say it with her accent... amba... every amber in reality tv is a little too intense and we know she's the queen of cringey overreactions.

erikah - always thought laura would suit her better. i don't know why but i don't like erikah for her, but i think laura has a je ne sais quoi that she, the character, also has. she's very complicated and quite feeble at times, but her face tells me laura.

jen - she's clearly a fucking ashleigh. not for nothing, i know a lot of great ashleys', but the -eigh makes it so obnoxious and that's perfect for homegirl, because right off the bat she's claiming vanilla swirley hair romeo and ashleigh's tend to be like that... tell me you can't picture jen in a 2014 pinterest gear up in a pumpkin field wearing uggs and a fedora, i dare you to tell me she's not the type!

talia - is her full name natalia? 'cause it should be. in my humble opinion isla is a great name for her, (pronounced ay-lah) means island and it's spanish and scottish, perfectly beautiful for her, because let's be honest, if any of these girls is gonna have an interesting name, that's talia. hell, talia is already a great name!

jake - this is such a boring name for someone so full of flavor, i can't! he's not dabbed in caucasity nor adolescence, so why the fuck was he named jake???? mateo though... mateo is a fucking name, ok? it can be italian, spanish, portuguese, it doesn't matter. jake is such a 13-yo momma's boy name... ugh, no. if the guy has a collar popped like a fucking vampire and is walking around the villa with that hair, jake is not his name. PERIOD.

mason - i honestly like the name, just not for him. i always thought oliver would be a curveball because so is mason's lack of personality. let's face it they made a huge oopsie when interchanging levi's characteristics with his when coupled up with mc. mason is a drummer turned model, how the fuck did you manage to make him boring??? anyway, his face, to me, is giving oliver.

miles - he deserves a douche name because he has that chest piece, and any guy who displays such... awful tattoo deserves to be punished. fuck it, let's name him terry, short for terrible.

jasper - i mean, i HATE this name, and well, his face and hair is giving elité father tease, so i want to name santiago, because oh my god, every santiago i've met sucks ass and is a creep. the guy has a pet cobra, he HAS to be named santiago!

tim - this is the ONLY character who fits in the jake genre, because he looks 18 and clueless (affectionate). i feel like liam is somehow fitting for him, mostly because that's the go-to name in teen dramas... and usually the liam's are also clueless.

levi - why do his mates call him romeo is beyond me, homeboy has NO GAME. NONE. he's the personification (along with mason) of pretty privilege. if you stick a pin on his head it might deflate, because there's nothing going on behind those average eyes. fuck levi, his name is eric, basic and common.

rohan - since his name has multiple origins, and we don't know for sure his ethnicity (not that it matters, i know brazilian boys who are named tyler, so...) i'm naming him gael. he's a gael, argue with the wall.

cherry - have you ever seen a courtney??? because that's her! and she might be the type to say "although i have the same name as kourtney, khloe is my spirit animal" and you can't tell me she doesn't.

reese - tristan. fuck reese.

sammi - i would love to name her according to her ethnicity, because sammi apparently is hebrew. for instance, if she's korean: seong-min is perfect, because it's a genderless name and so it's sammi. also, i headcanon her as enby (she/them). if she's japanese, aya, because it can mean "brilliant fabric" and that's what she's fucking wearing. if chinese, yu ming, which means jade brightness, again... fitting! i like sammi, but i think it was a missed opportunity to name her in what could be her background culture, since lots of us don't know much, if anything about those countries. i for one didn't have any asian history classes in my school curriculum, which is weird because we had ajapanese immigration here, so like... MAKE IT MAKE SENSE. anyway, these are the names i would give her.

lucy - that's a rebecca that refuses being called becky, and will have a fit if you do. i don't have much to say about her, lucy can die in a hole.

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SEASON 3

elladine - she gives me "i have two L's in my name" but it's not elladine. it's something like danielle, which is really pretty and the first name that came to mind when i saw the teasers with her.

aj - this is a great name for her, i have to say! if anything i would've taken the same route and either use an acronym, like aj, or a "boy name" like robin. i honestly love that name for girls and enby's.

bill - honestly the caucasity is too much for me, and i have to say, the name has to fall into that category, so i'm naming him ryan! he's childish and you can tell nobody has told him to shut the fuck up ONCE in his life. his name is ryan and you can argue with the jar of mayo sitting next to him.

camilo - i don't like this for anybody, it's such an ugly name in my opinion. if they wanted to name him a latin name they could've gone with so many other prettier options, and to me he looks like a cauã (the last a is pronounced ahn). listen, cauã is indigenous from brazil, BUT it's so fitting for him, you'll have to trust me on this one! they're athletic and also very... um... let's say "active", and by that i mean they're all whores (affectionate). it's perfect for him.

harry - if zhong is his surname (and it's chinese), then i'm choosing my favorite boy name, which is jun hie. ((fun fact, zhong can also be a first name, and it can mean devotion, among other things that don't even slightly mean that, but i'm focusing on devotion)). harry looks like someone who deserves a cute name that has a deep meaning, and jun hie means outstanding.

nicky - what a bland ass name for someone so pretty! i like jamal for him, and i could stand here all day trying to come up with an excuse but truth be told, it's because of jamal sims (the coreographer), leave me alone he's hot ok!

seb - i actually think a cat name is perfect for him lol it's either seb or something stupid like axel or dash, which makes him INCREDIBLY EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT.

miki - i like it but i think something like sakura would be perfect. there's something about her that reminds me of the petals' colors... she's a pretty chill girl, and somewhat delicate, so i like sakura for her.

genevieve - i think it's perfect! it's dainty but has some strength to it. personally i think if i came up with a name for her it wouldn't be as good as genevieve. hate the nickname though, viv is really basic. call her vieve, man, what are you doing??

iona - i would never think of this name because i've never heard it before meeting her, but she gives me the vibe of a girl who has a big name but cool, short nickname, like andressa or andrea but the nick is andi. the choice is andi, you pick the original.

ciaran - this is a trent and you can argue with bill's mayo jar. he might be irish but his stance is the fucking white american who is a nice guy. i don't like his personality, or the lack of, and trent is a brainless guy, just like him.

tai - it's fucking perfect for him actually! when i saw him on the tease i thought of taika, tai or koa (joyful), but personally i think tai or koa are very fitting.

yasmin - whenever i see her i think of the exact color of iris, so that's the name. plus, she gives "hemp-skirt-wearing and having lesbian sex in an orange tent after lolapalooza" tease and that's why iris fits.

rafi - i don't like the name rafi for him, so... husani. it's pretty accurate, since it means 'handsome'. i also like how it sounds and i think it fits with his personality since that's... the only personality he has. "ah, but vena he talks about his brother-" i'm gonna stop you right there, because he does, but um... how many times did we get to see his depth? exactly.

lily (liliana) - she looks like a bruna to me. it is italian but we do have a lot of bruna's here, and honestly? THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME, and they look like that.

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SEASON 4

angie - she gives me strong vibes of alexandra, in a way that she hates her name and prefers a gender bent nickname, like alex. i don't like angie for her.

lexi - this absolute excuse of a person is a jessica to me, but the bad type. you know what i'm talking about, the type you have to call her out in the middle of a discussion because once again she's giving "THAT'S MY OPINION!!" tease. i hate this character so much, she's 46% of the reason why i stopped playing the season.

najuma - i love it but i would never think of this name since i've never heard it before. if someone suggested it, i would probably go with it, but if i had to pick one, it would be amani. i think najuma is better though.

thabi - honestly? pretty cool name for her, such a cute and short name, i would probably choose something like that. i'll keep it.

hazeem - not gonna lie i did NOT think he would have a muslim/arabic/urdu name when i saw him for the first time. and because i don't know NEARLY ENOUGH about the culture, i'm keeping it. he does look like a hazeem somehow.

james - it's such a common, bland, accessible name... then again, so is he. meh, james is fine. although he gives me benjamin... lol idk why, don't ask

kobi - this guy is such a... dynamic young man. there's a guy named calvin, from season 3 of the circle, and is the perfect summoning of what i think kobi is like. the type of guy that joins his fingers and gestures it to explain something, particularly to someone who hasn't asked anything. yeah, kobi's name is calvin.

will - ok, it would be EVERYTHING UNDER THE SUN before will, especially knowing it's short for willem? LIKE, I FEEL SO BETRAYED- anyway, since he's japanese, and i wouldn't give him an engligh name, it's an opportunity to expand the character's culture a bit, so his name would be shigeru (lush), 'cause let's face it, the boy is pure lush... he has a fucking robe, it's perfect.

bruno - rafael vibes, and that's because here in brazil that usually goes to very annoying boys... (pronounced ha-fah-el). he just strikes me as a guy who doesn't know when to be quiet and well... he's a comedian, so you know that's fucking true.

youcef - if you told me he was french i would say pierre, because to be honest his face gives... absolutely nothing, so probably blanche? or blanc...? i don't know, he's just such a weird choice, all i think of is the "go back to party city where you belong" because of his hair. i'm definitely naming his blanche.

valentina - that's the most gabriela i've ever seen!! like... she's so fucking hot, i barely can think when i see her, and valentina is a beautiful name, just doesn't fit her vibe.

juliet - fuck this girl, i hate her design so much. and you know what, i also hate the name adrianna, so that's what i would name her. she has the vibe of someone who cuts you off to talk about herself and adrianna's love doing that shit.

cora - close but not quite, i would name her nova, because reasons. she just gives me nova vibes, maybe it's her style? maybe it's just how fresh she looks, idk, i just love the name nova for her.

tom - i'm not fucking with you, the first name that came to mind when i saw him was jerry, before knowing what he was called lol istg it's just jerry for me, the oldest most generic name for a guy that wears a goddamn suit on a summer trip.

kelly - i don't like the name kelly, it's really common in some regions here, i'm tired! plus, she breathes, walks and talks like a chloe, i can't imagine another name for her.

tiffany - hate this name, oh my god... if i had to moan tiffany at any given time, i would jump into an elevator shaft first. since they go by all pronouns, why not a gender neutral name? he gives me solid riley energy. i like it because of the girl in inside out and how there's male and female emotions in her head, so... riley.

dylan - he could be named rat for all i care. BUT i'm giving marcel, because that's what marcel's do, understimate women and are slightly misogynistic, and by slightly i mean a fuck ton. FUCK THIS GUY, FUCK HIS FACE, FUCK HIS BODY, FUCK HIS PERSONALITY. FUCK - THIS - CHARACTER.

oliver - at this point i don't even know, because he gives oliver, but he also gives mason, and also jason, basically names for guys that are ripped lol i think i would give him luke. don't ask, it's a luke thing!

[nelapanela94]

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WC: ~1k TW: fluff, enemies to lovers, ft. Hange-san. 1. “Are you blushing? Disgusting” 28.“When will you shut up and kiss me?”

With disdain, Levi’s eyes dawdle over you. Reeking of horse shit mingled with sweat, you shoot him a scornful glance, squeezing hard the sponge inside the bucket, counting to ten and refraining from tossing it at his crafted-by-angels face.

“What do you want?” You snap and groan to your feet. Your duties of the day roll down your face in the form of beads, your clothes speckled with patches of soapy water. You flick away a strand of shiny hair of your forehead and turn around; threads of sullied water fall on the muddy ground, your palms burning around the wringing sponge.

“I’m just supervising.” He nonchalantly says as he sweeps a finger on the railing of the barn doors and rubs it against his thumb. He tchs and swipes his gritty finger pads on his handkerchief. “You have to go through this again.”

“If you doubt my job, do it yourself then!”

“Can't. Paperwork.”

Smoke comes out from your ears as you spin on your heels; your gazes collide, your eyes warred a silent argument. His brows are puckered in a scowl, and you wish you could rub those wrinkles away with your thumb.

“Fucking go and leave me alone before smash a ball of horse shit on your face.” You jab a finger to his chest, his eyes flare, and a vein pops on his strained neck. What would it be like to pamper that curve with kisses?

Inwardly you smack your head for your weakness and call to mind why you hate him. Your fury, incandescent, blazes through your veins, swelling the tiny vessels under your cheeks.

He clasps his hand around your wrist, quivering, and a cold tingling creeps through your fingertips. Your trembling gaze scoots from his eyes to your hand back to his eyes; you pull to extricate from his grip, but he is unyielding.

He’s too close, too close, touching you, you’re afraid he might catch the erratic beating of your heart.

“Are you blushing? Disgusting.” He rucks up his face, as if he was touching dung, and hurls your hand away.

You blink twice, flummoxed as anger bubbles within you again. Your fists clench, and every inch of your tense.

Is he really that stupid, or is he only pretending?

“It’s sweltering and I’ve been raking the floor all morning!” You cry and push him off your way. “Asshole, asshole, asshole!” Your steps rumble as you storm out of the stables, tears peppering your eyelashes.

A horse neighs.

Levi’s eyes are hooked on your back until you disappear into the building.

He’s ruined it again, and now he’s certain you hate him.

Why is it so hard? Why does he have to make things so complicated? Why can’t he let things flow?

You sprinkled fairy dust on his heart and now it beats out of tune whenever you come around. And his brain, to protect him, must leash it back in place before he does something stupid. The only way he knows how is by being cold, tactless, and blunt.

He wants you; he’s never craved someone so fervently. He’s filled with a deep longing to coalesce with your skin, to feel your warmth wrapping him, shielding him from any harm. To find comfort in a late-night talk over a cup of tea; to cling to you; to feel your hands talking and manifest deep adoration. But like the tines of a rake, something scrapes and scrapes at his mind. Something that reminds him why he should keep people at an arm’s distance including you.

Especially you.

But if his brain and his heart don’t team up, he’ll lose his marbles.

His shoulders fall, and the thick defenses he has built over the years begin to crack.

“Don’t tell me you were your asshole self.”

An arm slings around his shoulders, and a frown mars his face.

Levi flinches away and folds his arms. “Asshole is a relative term.”

Hange sighs. Then a grin lights their face, eyes concealed behind the glint of their lenses. “How can you be so blind?” They pat his shoulder and trundles off before Levi gets the chance to ask what they’re talking about.

What is it that he cannot see. What is that he is refusing to see.

*

A long bath is what you needed to release the steam of your system, melting him away from your thoughts. But it only takes a few seconds before the pieces of his dry, unflappable face materialize again.

Your lilac tent dress billows around your knees with every spin, and on the mirror, you catch the wink of the golden hoops. You slip on your Adelaide boots, untangle your hair, and dab cocoa butter on your lips.

Levi wasn’t going to shroud your day with gray clouds.

Your door thuds close and with your book under your arm, you saunter to the library building.

“Oi!”

You jerk and stop dead in your tracks. First his face, now his voice-

Too real. The volume, pitch, rhythm, pacing. Each wave and turn.

“Oi, Y/N!”

The volume swerves to the ceiling, and you swivel around. It couldn’t be product of your imagination. “What do you want?” You tilt your head, one eyebrow lifted stressing that question mark.

He stops two feet away from you, and your heart leaps to your throat. He’s too close, too close his energy raptures the wires of your self-control.

“I… uh…” Gulp. He scratches the side of his head, averting his gaze. “Well, I…” Levi is losing it, all his braincells rioting while his heart pounds with frenzy. His face heats all the way to the tip of his ears. You look so beautiful in that dress—he already thought you were pretty in your uniform coated in sweat after a training session. Now you eclipse every star in the sky.

He's reduced to stuttering mess, unable to string more than two syllables together. If only you knew half the thoughts that go through his head when it comes to you, you would have put in for a transfer already. To the Garrison or worse, to the MP.

“That’s why you shouldn’t mix bleach with muriatic acid, it burns your brain cells.” You jab your fingers to the side of your head repeatedly, and then drop your fist. “You’re wasting my time.”

Your mouth moves, shaping vowels, but Levi’s surroundings have fallen into a dead silence. Whatever you're barking, the waves don’t go past his eardrums, and it’s better that way, because by the look in your face, I mustn’t be flattering. His eyes fix on your glossy lips, and he wonders what they would feel like moving against his, what you taste like.

Two steps closer, he grabs you by your shoulders frustrating your escape. His jaw is set tight, teeth grinding; his heart batters out of control, pumping more blood through his system which sets in fire every inch of his body.   

“When will you shut up and kiss me?” he bellows, pulling the reins of your prating.

First a shrill, like a boiling kettle, then his ears sharpen.

He expects a whack on the head with the spine of your book.

But it never comes.

You cock your head to the side, scrunching your face with skepticism, a blush infesting the apples of your cheeks.

“Say that ag—”

His lips collide on yours and the floor rumbles before you’re swept off. Time freezes; the world shrinks. Two blinks. Your eyes snap, then shut tight, and all the tension dwindles, breaking through your skin in the form of goosebumps. Tickles swarm your lower belly; they pour out in an all-consuming energy that obliterates and soothes at the same time. His hands on your face, holding as to never let go.

A weak linger of chocolate. When you kissed him back all worries and pain faded, your lips, softer than anything he’s had before, dance and mold to his as if they were destined to each other. Strawberries in summer; silk against the skin. He just found a new vice. He feels your hands meandering over his chest, shy, hesitant on where to touch, gauging his limits.

He pulls apart, his warm breath brushing your dewy lips. He presses his forehead on yours and slowly opens his eyes, a silly smile tugs at the corners of his lips, like a teenage boy who’d just kissed the girl who steals his thoughts. A tender kiss, a treasured first kiss. The kind of kiss that you don’t want to tell aloud.

The book is crumpled at your feet.

You blink, and Levi scans your every reaction. The flit of your lashes, the ruddiness on your cheeks; your calming breathing. And when you smile and that spark flares in your eyes, it swaddles him, a lulling feeling that everything will be all right.  

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(internet safety talk anon again) hmm, yeah, i totally see your point. i think there's a lot of complicating factors to the current tumblr discussion. i come from an internet background where it's generally considered you'd never treat your personal blog like a street corner--more like your personal living room. a public feed like posting in a popular tag would be closer to a street corner. i think a lot of people from that background are really protective of that attitude, in the face of perceived encroachment of "anything you say or do online is for mass public consumption and you should treat it like you're speaking on a Public Platform." personally, i'm instinctively protective of it because acting like i was posting for anyone other than my personal friends led me to develop a follower base, which was horrifically traumatic as an experience (although i also wouldnt come onto someone elses post to shout about my decisions there, tbc, and i don't respect the decision making of anyone who does). this isn't to say any other attitude about the function of ones internet space is fundamentally unhealthy or incorrect, to be clear! this one may even be unhealthy, i am not attempting to defend it by virtue of spelling it out.

the other factor is the unfortunate reality of the current popular communist clique and how they're setting the social tone for this on my dashboard, at least... the discussion has devolved into lots of intentional moral OCD triggers in its most visible form, and a lot of the social dynamics evolving from it are genuinely scary to look at from the outside. unfortunately, i think this is also unsolvable, as any impetus for collective action on such a scale will tend to give rise to popular thought leaders whose behaviors are shaped by the extreme trauma of the movement. and frankly, i do not think "the most popular communist bloggers have all decided to encourage compulsive thought patterns and behaviors about this topic, which sometimes manifest in group controlling behavuors" is a justification for being suspicious or wary of the topic of fundraisers overall. however, it is an unavoidable material factor in why the conversation is going as badly as it is, and I guess the only real point there is it'd be nice if the most visible people rightfully defending fundraising practices were doing so as ethically as you.

I hear you, and I understand where you're coming feom when you say this. Please hear what I say next as coming from someone who apparently shares a fair amount of context with you.

1) on a site like tumblr, where reblogs and feeds absolutely DO serve as an open to the public commons, one can absolutely treat one's own BLOG as a private and contained space. But one's feed is still a shared common space you have agreed to be. If you do not like what someone is doing in that shared space, you can remove yalls interaction by removing them from your feed, but you cannot make your discomfort THEIR responsibility simply because it showed up on your feed.

Moral OCD trigger warnings were nice when they were news to everybody. As someone with OCD, including morality related obsessions and compulsions, let me be frank.

They have become dogmatic in a way that exacerbatory to, not relieving of, those symptoms. They have become a cudgel that people with moral OCD now fear when they interact in shared spaces. Because that is what the fuck moral OCD does.

It is absolutely within all of our rights as obsessives to ask our loved ones to help us counter and reduce triggers, but it can never be our right to order a stranger to comply with it on the off chance we're exposed to their words. That is not how one counters or reduces moral OCD triggers.

2) "the popular communist bloggers have all decided to encourage compulsive thought patterns and behaviors" is simply not an acceptable accusation to levy. It is a dismissal of the reasons and motivations people might have for doing and saying what they do, or for making the asks they make, and ignores the very real truth that sometimes two people both need things at the same time that cannot be met wholly within a shared space. It is, frankly, belittling.

Maybe it's the Jew in me, maybe it's the dyke in me, maybe it's the genocide ethnographer in me, but "a vaguely defined cabal of people from a geoup I feel disdain for have intentionally conspired to harm me" will always make me more suspicious of the genocidal intent or actions of the person SAYING it than of the person it's being said about.

If we want to have a conversation about how to make the activism space more friendly to people with moral OCD, we are going to need to have a FAR more comprehensive and dynamic conversation about what that will look like than you have proposed here.

3) you are positioning me as "one of the good ones" in a community I have no part in, and I will not tolerate you wielding my words as a weapon against the people I am literally TELLING YOU are being treated with an international genocidally intended neglect that INCLUDES people stirring up batshit unethical demands that I have NEVER seen anyone in the progressive political sphere say before the past several years and then pointing to the justified anger and backlash as further proof of why they had the right to do so.

Do not expect me to validate such rhetoric on my fucking blog.

[taomyou]

The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 10

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 6.1k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking

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When you reach your apartment, your body goes into autopilot as you get through your nightly routine as quickly as possible. Before you go to sleep, however, you bring your phone with you into bed, and you pull up Levi's contact.

You tap the message icon, and you try out a few different texts that you can send to him.

thank you for driving me two days in a row, i can help pay for gas if it happens again ... did you find the stars i left in the glovebox? ... tell isabel and furlan i had a good time! ...

Each time, you find yourself frantically pressing the backspace button, and you can feel your eyes failing you when they sting to stay open enough for you to avoid accidentally pressing send. In the end, you end up with something a lot less complicated.

You - 12:42 AM

did you get home safe?

It's almost habit for you to tell someone to get home safe at this point, but you've never actually gotten any confirmation from him before that he's gotten home safe after each time you say it to him. You're too tired to think of why you're asking him that of all things, but you settle for thinking that it's just the most inconspicuous thing you can say after so much interaction with one another.

And even with your limited brain power, you do still fear the thought that he's annoyed of you being around him so often lately, and you don't want to bring any more unnecessary attention towards yourself with anything he doesn't already expect you to ask.

Sleep comes quickly, but before you're fully gone, you hear your phone go off with a text from presumably him. When you check to look, you laugh.

Levi - 12:45 AM

Yes, idiot Now go to fucking sleep

You don't text him back, instead putting your phone back down and snuggling up into your sheets.

When you wake up the next day, you go through the motions: brushing your teeth, getting ready for work, having a light breakfast. The bus ride is the same as it always is, even though the view is different now that you're facing the opposite side of the road. You thank the bus driver and greet the receptionist as you always do, and you wait for the elevator with your briefcase in hand.

After you step in and press the button for the 8th floor, you yawn and try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You had a good night's rest, all things considered, but you still wanted nothing more than for the work week to be over already.

You're alone in the elevator, but when the screen at the top of the door signals its stop at the 5th floor, you feel yourself tense.

The 5th floor is where management is, and there's an unspoken rule that you simply don't ever go there unless you're invited to someone's office.

When the doors open again, you're face-to-face with Nile Dok, and you're forced to exchange smiles with him when he makes eye contact with you.

You've only ever seen him a handful of times, all of which were not of your own free will.

You report to Erwin and other miscellaneous figures in the building, but Nile is your actual boss, and he's the one who calls the shots.

You first met him when you were interviewed for your internship at the firm, and you were too nervous to even take note of his appearance back then. You never saw him again throughout the entirety of your internship, staying only on the 8th floor, but you had to meet him again when you were offered a full-time position. In the last 2 years, you've only ever seen him at company parties, but you've never spoken aside from the occasional email to ask for information in either direction. 

He doesn't seem like a bad person, you just don't know him. He also makes you nervous as fuck because you've only ever seen him in high-stress situations.

He steps onto the elevator, and you move away from the number pad so he can request the floor he needs to go to. He nods in thanks and looks at the buttons, but he doesn't make any move to press any of them, so you can only think that he's also headed for your destination.

Sure enough, when the doors open again at the 8th floor, he steps out onto the office. When you get out, your eyes are still trained on Nile as he walks straight for Erwin's office. Some of your coworkers start whispering to one another when Nile is just out of earshot, and you just have to know what's going on, so you hurry over to the breakroom to find someone to talk to. Sure enough, Armin and Mikasa are already inside next to the drinks station.

You rush over to them. "Do you know why Nile's here?"

There's nobody here except for the three of you (not that it really matters, since people on the main floor were already gossiping before Nile was even out of view anyway), but Armin and Mikasa look to each other with what looks like mild fear.

"No, but we're just going to hide in here until he leaves," says Mikasa.

Why would Armin and Mikasa need to hide?  They probably don't even remember what Nile even looks like, if their interview was anywhere near as stressful as it was for you.

"Why are you guys hiding? Is he here to fire someone?"

"Erwin looked upset, we saw him in the copy room when we were printing stuff out," says Armin. "He was on the phone with someone, too, and he didn't greet us."

Erwin being upset absolutely is not good. Obviously because he's your friend and it's never ideal for anyone to be upset, but it also means that he's received bad news that could very well be the reason why Nile's here.

"Wait, so where's Eren?"

"He went to the bathroom, but he texted us to say that he's just going to stay in there until Nile leaves," Mikasa says. You nod. Another good way of hiding.

In all honesty, you probably would've done the same if you were still an intern. You, however, are not an intern anymore, and you unfortunately do not have the luxury of not starting work on time (especially after what happened yesterday with the whole "sleeping on the job" thing), so you have to go to your office and make yourself busy.

"Ok, then. Just start the kettle so that if someone comes in here, you can tell them you're making tea for me," you tell them. "I don't think he'll stay that long."

They both nod, and you have to drag yourself over to your office. It's not a far walk by any means, but you do find yourself taking quicker steps to avoid the eyes of everyone else on the main floor.

Ordinarily, you're the one who has to unlock the door to your office. Today, however, when you go to insert your key, you realize that the keyhole is turned horizontal, meaning that the door is already open.

Weird. Only you and the janitor have the keys, and he only ever uses his copy when he cleans on the weekends or when you accidentally leave yours inside the room. Even though you were half-awake as you were leaving, you're sure that you locked it before you left yesterday. You suppose that management has a key that has universal access to all the offices, but you've never seen anyone ever use that before.

You don't want to bother your coworkers and ask if they saw anyone fiddle with your lock, so you open the door and step in cautiously. You don't see anything inherently wrong with your room, but you still think it's strange that the door was open, especially so early in the morning. There's a suspiciously short stack of paperwork on your desk already, so maybe Mikasa left it earlier before she went to the breakroom?

That still makes no sense because she doesn't have a key either, but maybe she asked the janitor to let her in. That also makes no sense when the cleaning crew rarely ever comes into the office this early in the morning.

You step towards your desk to put down your briefcase and get out your things, but when you instinctively reach for your tea basket, you see that there's a sticky note tacked onto one of the tea canisters.

Because he's the person who has to sign off on most of your reports at the end of the month, you immediately recognize Erwin's handwriting, but that isn't what scares you. No; it's what the note says that scares you—Please meet me in my office after Nile leaves.

Why does Erwin need to write you a note to tell you this?

The only reason you can come up with as to why Erwin wouldn't be able to just message you is that whatever he's going to tell you is related to professional matters that he can't risk getting out, but that still leaves you with just as much, if not more, confusion.

Your productivity, though somewhat in decline because of the sheer amount of work you have to get through, has always been great, and it's been a while since you've lost a case or gotten a client complaint.

You also know you definitely aren't getting a promotion. Your seniority (or lack thereof) is nothing comparable to the likes of Petra or any of your other coworkers. You're the youngest full-timer on the floor—there is no way Erwin has any good news to give to you if he hasn't already emailed it to you. What Armin told you earlier doesn't help at all either, because Erwin would probably be happy for his subordinates if he were about to give them a promotion.

At least you can now just assume that Erwin had a key that could get into your office, and you don't need to spend the morning wondering if someone came in and tampered with anything.

Before you can panic and overthink even more the note, you proceed with your normal work activities: you respond to emails, you review the paperwork you signed off yesterday, and you start working on the paperwork Erwin gave you. Even though you're glad that it's definitely not much work, you're now faced with the possibility of receiving more of it from Erwin when you have to go into his office.

As you work, you try your best to concentrate, but your thoughts keep going back to the note. You have no idea what to think, because the other extreme in this situation is that you're about to get fired, and that also makes zero sense. Is Mikasa the one getting fired? You send in good monthly reports for her, so that wouldn't make any sense either.

It feels like forever when Mikasa comes to your office, but it's probably only been 45 minutes or so.

"Nile's finally gone," she says, coming over to your desk. Armin follows in shortly after with the breakroom's kettle, and you put your teapot on the table so he can quickly pour hot water into it. He also brings in a cup of coffee for himself, and he sets that on your desk as well.

"Is everything okay out there?"

They both nod, and Armin speaks after he's finished pouring the water and has set down the kettle.

"Erwin came to the breakroom and told us he was sorry if he scared us in the morning."

"It was really strange," says Mikasa. You nod in understanding, then you grab some random tea blend from your basket to put into your teacup. You end up with the same winter chai from yesterday morning, but you aren't mad at that, so you shake out a bit of it to put into your teapot. You motion for Armin to sit, and you take it that he has nowhere to be right now because he pulls out a chair for himself.

You sigh. "Well, wish me luck then. He told me to see him in his office once Nile's gone."

Mikasa and Armin look to one another, then back to you. "Why?" They ask in unison. They're stopped from asking any other questions when Eren comes in, out of breath for whatever reason.

"I just got," he pauses to breathe, "back from the restroom." He pauses again, this time for longer with his hands on his knees. Armin courteously pulls out another one of the spare chairs in the room and motions for Eren to sit, which he does rather ungracefully. "Thank you, Armin."

"What's got you so whipped?" Mikasa asks.

Now that Eren's sitting, he's finally recovered his breath. "You, obviously," he answers. Mikasa cringes, but everyone else in the room laughs. Eren haughtily brings up his hands to offer high-fives for you and Armin, but neither of you accept. He rolls his eyes. "Okay, anyway. Nile was just in the bathroom, and I obviously didn't want to see him so I had to hide in the stall, and-"

"For fucks sake, can you just tell us what happened? Why'd you run in here?" You interrupt.

"You're not doing us any favors by stalling," Mikasa agrees.

Eren huffs, but he goes on. "He was on the phone, and he was talking about how our department might be able to afford to hire all three of us."

You were just about to set your teacup down on the table, but you drop it at Eren's words. Luckily, it didn't have any tea in it so there's nothing spilled, but you still scramble to set it upright. "Holy shit! Eren, that's great!" You beam at him, as well as the other two, but Mikasa isn't smiling. "What's with the long face? Isn't that good news for you?"

Mikasa begins to take out her things from her backpack, starting with her laptop. "That's if they even want to hire us."

You frown at her. "You don't need to say that. If Eren's right, you'll definitely get hired."

"I don't know." She takes out her laptop charger, and she gets up to plug it into the open outlet at the wall. "During our interviews, Nile told us that only one of us is getting hired. They've probably only considered keeping Armin." She sits back down at her spot.

"That was before... well, right now, when Eren told us they're apparently raising the budget. And don't sell yourself short, you've been great help around the office."

Armin, who's closer to Mikasa, puts his hand on her shoulder in comfort. "Astraea's right, you shouldn't say that. If they have the money, I'm sure we'll all be able to stay."

"You really think so?" Eren asks.

Armin shrugs, looking over at his friend. "Well, maybe not you, but me and Mikasa definitely." It's obviously a joke and it gets a smile on Mikasa's face, but Eren groans.

"Why am I always the butt of the joke?"

"Maybe try being funny enough to make the jokes," Mikasa pokes.

He rolls his eyes. "Obviously you think I'm funny if you're dating me."

"We're at work," She chastises, looking to you to see if you have any adverse reaction. You can imagine that she's probably thinking about the HR complications of being with another coworker, and you remind yourself to ask Petra to come talk to her and clear up any confusion when they're both room free.

You want to continue talking with them, but you really have to go see Erwin now, so you make your exit and bring your teapot and a still-empty teacup with you to his office. You let the three of them know that they can stay in your room as long as they do their work, which Mikasa does immediately while the other two rush to get their things from other places in the office.

You imagine that you'll be talking to Erwin for a while, and you're sure he won't mind if you bring tea with you when practically everyone else in the office lugs around their forearm-sized coffee tumblers everywhere they go.

You find yourself unable to knock on the door with both of your hands occupied, but before you can yell for Erwin, he opens the door, and you nearly stumble backwards.

"Oh, I was about to come get you. I was afraid you didn't see my note," he says.

You nod, looking up at him. "No, I saw it." You raise your teapot to him. "Sorry, the interns were talking to me about something."

"No worries. Please, take a seat."

You awkwardly follow him inside, and you sit down after you put down your teapot and cup. He gets himself situated in his own chair, and when he doesn't speak, you take that as your sign to pour yourself a cup of your tea. Erwin doesn't like tea so you don't offer it to him, but his silence makes you question what he wants from you, if not tea. His own cup of coffee sits unbothered in front of him. You cautiously take a sip of your tea, and the sound of you putting the cup back on the table bounces off the walls and rings loud in your ears.

Even though you've taken to hanging out with Erwin more often outside of work and you're comfortable with him there, you feel small right now.

Erwin's face is serious, which doesn't seem right. Nile came with good news, which still doesn't make sense with what Mikasa and Armin told you in the breakroom. You can't imagine why Erwin would be so upset asking for a budget increase, especially when he apparently got the increase he wanted, but maybe he was just anxious? Erwin's good friends with Nile, though, so that's not a great conclusion to come to.

"So... what do you need me for?"

He sighs, which is a reaction you do not expect from him. "Do you want good news or bad news first?"

What's going on? This feels so out of nowhere.

"Good news," you tell him.

Even in your mild confusion, you know that you want the good news first. You've never really understood why people always want to hear bad news first to "get it out of the way." At that point, the good news is already going to sound terrible, so you might as well just choose it first to avoid souring it before you can even hear it.

"You can go home."

"What?"

What does he mean? Go home? There is no way you could be getting fired right now. How is this good news?

"Exactly what I said. Go home." His face is as stern as it's been since you've stepped in, and it doesn't sound any better hearing it a second time.

"I'm not getting fired, am I?"

Fucking finally, Erwin drops the act, and he finally lets himself smile. "No, of course not. You can just take the rest of the week off. I left some paperwork on your desk in the morning, but you're free to leave when you're done with that."

You don't quite know how to react, so you don't say anything and take another sip of your tea. It does little to calm you down, but right now, you'd rather have that than nothing at all.

Of course you're glad that you have the rest of the week off. You just... don't know why this is happening.

"Are you ready for the bad news?" He asks. You shake yourself out of your confusion as best as you can.

"Sure, but why am I getting an early weekend?"

He hums as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Levi called me and gave me an earful about giving you too much work. Getting you a day or two off is my apology to you."

At the mention of Levi, you reflexively smile.

You've seen him around a lot more than usual lately, and it... doesn't really bother you. In fact, you were looking forward to your ride home from work, since it'd probably be the first time that you'd be able to answer candidly when the two of you would inevitably ask the other how their week was (though, you definitely weren't going to come to work just so you could see Levi.

Even though you always cut off any thoughts of adoration for Levi before they can manifest into something else, you feel warm inside knowing that he's looking out for you: helping you get home, making sure you're eating, wanting you to get enough rest. It's not a particularly high bar, but you understand that everyone is occupied with their own lives and don't have the time to always make sure you specifically are doing fine and dandy.

Under any other circumstances, you would've been upset if anyone had forced themselves into your work situation, being fairly independent as you are. However, you can't fault Levi for talking to Erwin—yesterday admittedly was a very... unfortunate situation. You didn't see anyone on the way out of the office, so you were the last one out (and you know Erwin doesn't ever leave unless he thinks everyone's almost done for the day, so he probably assumed you were almost done by the time he was headed home). You didn't mention being the last person to leave, but it's easy enough to assume that it wouldn't matter anyway to Levi since he knows you were working well into the night at the takeout place across the street.

Now, instead of slaving over paperwork as you planned for today and tomorrow, you're starting to think of what fun things you can do in your new free time.

Erwin getting you a day off, nevermind two, is a bit out of reach, though. Erwin has a fair amount of pull in the office, just not enough to get you two workdays off. You suppose that it isn't actually two days, since you leave early on Fridays anyway and you've cleared away almost an hour's worth of work already.

You can only assume that he asked Nile about it when he was here because you don't want to ask and accidentally dig yourself into a hole you can't get out of (that hole being boring corporate talk about position jurisdiction and metaphorical industry ladders).

"Thank you, Erwin. I really appreciate it," you tell him.

"I know that you've gotten the short end of the stick in terms of paperwork around here, and I apologize that I can't do anything about that right now," he starts. "But I want you to know that I am sincerely sorry."

You wave him off. "It's okay. Stop apologizing before it gets weird."

He chuckles. "You say the same thing about your parking space."

You roll your eyes. "Because it's true."

"Speaking of which, that was the bad news."

"What is?" You ask.

"I still haven't been able to get you your spot back," he replies.

If this is Erwin's version of bad news, he's definitely thinking that public transit is worse than it actually is.

Well, sometimes it is: it gets crowded, it's noisy, and you can't sleep because you can't afford to miss your stop, but that's not really any as much as an inconvenience as Erwin makes it out to be. The bus drivers are nice, you've never had much problem getting a seat, and you don't have to go through the absolute agony that is navigating the city. Gas is also really expensive, and it's a more financially sound decision to just continue using the firm-funded bus pass.

You also first met Levi on the bus, and you probably never would've been introduced to him and the rest of the crew if you hadn't ever told Hange about his bird keychain.

"I don't mind, it's okay," you tell him. You take another sip of your tea, and you move to reach for your teapot to pour yourself more.

Erwin gets to it faster, so he picks it up for you and pours it himself. You imagine that he does the same for Levi when the two of them spend time together (though, now that you've gotten to know him a bit better, it's more likely that Levi slaps Erwin's hand away and tells him that his hands are too burly and that he'll break the teapot). "You sure?" He asks.

You nod, raising your cup to him in thanks. "Yeah, I actually kind of enjoy it now."

He takes another drink of his coffee, though, it's a bit awkward how slow he is. "That's good, then. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to get your space back before the end of the spring."

You don't really care to get an estimate, but you appreciate that Erwin informs you anyway, and you tell him that. He tells you that there's nothing else from him, which confuses you because he doesn't mention raising the budget to accommodate offering the interns any full-time positions, but you choose to, again, not say anything to avoid any confrontation or questions about how you know.

He excuses you, and you thank him again before you bring your tea with you to the breakroom to clean up your tableware. At the sink, you hum as you pour the rest of your tea into a larger disposable cup from one of the cupboards, and you scrub your teapot clean as you always do before you go home.

You're careful to not drop anything as you make the walk back to your office, and you can only awkwardly try to knock by tapping the door with your elbow. Luckily, someone hears you, and it's Eren that opens the door. He moves aside to let you set your things down, and you slump into your chair with a lazy smile.

"Why do you look so happy? Did you get promoted?" Eren asks, coming back to sit in his seat too. They all look at you hopefully, but you shake your head.

"Did you seriously think that I'd get promoted? I've only been working here full-time for two years," you tell them. You go to reach for the pen on your desk and go back to doing your paperwork. "Erwin gave me an early weekend, so I'm going home after lunch."

"That's great news!" Armin tells you. You nod at him.

Eren groans. "Why couldn't that be all of us?"

You, Mikasa, and Armin all look at him with hard glares (though, Mikasa's is definitely the meanest).

"She has, like, the same amount of work as all three of us combined, Eren."

As the three of them bicker, you quietly listen to them and just proceed with your paperwork. Eventually, Armin and Eren leave your office, and you and Mikasa continue working until it's lunchtime. The other two come back to your office, and you all have a great time complaining about work (and law school, in their case), talking about your personal lives, and making jokes at each other's expense. You leave your key to Mikasa so she can get into your office tomorrow, and then you're off to the bus stop at 1:35 PM.

You swing your arms as you stroll, looking around as if you're in a new city. It's different, walking during peak foot traffic, but it's a nice change. Instead of the usual serious businesspeople and burnt-out college students, you see groups of friends drinking lattes as they walk and people taking their dogs on runs. Sure, you get out of work earlier on Fridays, but people aren't really out and about at 3 in the afternoon unless they have somewhere to be.

The bus comes into view just as you reach the bus stop, so you stand in the line of people already there. They get on smoothly, and you take out your bus fare card as you're waiting. You thank the driver as you start heading inside. As you walk in farther, though, you're surprised to see Levi, looking down at his phone.

The two of you just seem to keep running into each other, huh? First on Saturday at the supermarket, then on Tuesday (even if that is not technically a coincidence when it was organized by the scheming duo that is Hange and Erwin), then yesterday at the takeout spot, and right now.

You sit down next to him, just as you have been for a while now, and you lean over slightly to bump your shoulder against his. He doesn't react, so you lightly step on his right foot.

"Watch where you're stepping," he grumbles, not looking up from his phone.

"Sorry, I'll pay more attention next time."

At the sound of your voice, he turns to look at you. "What're you doing here?"

You sit upright now, moving to set your briefcase on your lap. "Erwin let me out early, and I don't have to come in tomorrow."

He sighs as he pockets his phone. "Thank fucking god."

"What about you?"

"Coming back from lecture."

You feel happy to be sitting next to him, like you're excited to tell him about your week, but you remind yourself that he's probably annoyed of you by now, so you look out to the window in front of you to give yourself something to focus on. You don't want to get out your phone since you think you'll just find yourself feeling bad for not making more of an effort to make plans with other people for the weekend, so you let your mind travel to other things.

You should probably go grocery shopping now, since you don't see yourself wanting to go out at all once you're back at your apartment. You tell yourself that you'll get off at Rose to do that.

You go through a mental checklist in your head of all the basic ingredients you have at home and what you'd need to buy, but just as you're trying to remember if you have any cream in your fridge, you feel a tap on your left foot.

"Hm?" You look over at Levi, who's now moving his shoe away from yours but still looks down at the floor.

"Aren't you going to ask how my week was?" He asks.

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you tired of talking to me all the time?"

He scoffs. "Does it seem like I am?"

You hum, looking down at your shoes. Instead of stepping on top of his shoe, you pivot your foot so that the sides of your shoes touch. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Well, I'm not, so fucking ask me already. You aren't gonna be here tomorrow, right?"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Guess not. So, how was your week?"

This time, instead of politely saying that it was "fine" or that nothing special happened, he readjusts his backpack on his lap and clears his throat so he can complain about how much he hates his coworkers and how Isabel cleans the house. You're too scared to fully turn to face him as he talks since the seats are already so close together, so you keep your eyes trained on his bird keychain, which sways back and forth as the bus starts and stops.

He makes no mention of your frequent run-ins with one another, but he still has more than enough to tell you about as the bus drives through the outskirts of the city and on the freeway. He eventually parrots your question back to you, and you choose not to complain about the work itself, instead talking about Petra's engagement and about how the interns are doing. You also don't say anything about Levi or your time with him, but you realize that it'd be awkward to reflect on that anyway, so you understand why he didn't bring it up.

When the bus stops at the intersection of Rose and another street you can't ever seem to remember, Levi's surprised that you're getting off too.

"Following me home now?" He asks once you're both on the sidewalk.

You chuckle, readjusting your briefcase so that it's more comfortable to hold onto. "Yeah, I just can't seem to spend enough time with you."

You intend for the words to form a joke, but you try your best to force yourself to not reevaluate whether or not you're actually joking.

He rolls his eyes, so that's enough reassurance that he thinks knows you're not serious. "Sure."

Neither of you move, still seemingly stuck in place, so you look past Levi at the supermarket. "I was actually going to do some grocery shopping." He eyes you suspiciously, so you wave him off. "Don't worry, I'm sure I won't be looking at vegetables late enough for me to miss the bus."

He turns to follow the direction you're facing, and he hums. "Have fun, then."

You nod, passing by him awkwardly to head in the direction you need to go. You turn once you're in his view so you're facing each other again, and you bring your free hand up to wave goodbye to him. "Get home safe, Levi."

He stays in place, but he nods in his own sort of wave. "You too."

Levi turns to leave, probably in the direction of where his car is parked, but you suddenly realize that you forgot to verbally thank him for talking to Erwin on your behalf and indirectly getting you time off. There's other people walking around, though, so you don't feel completely comfortable shouting out after him, but you hope that you can find another way to express your gratitude. It'd be nice to try and make something as thanks for Levi anyway, since you haven't gotten any real way to pay him back yet other than forcing him to let you pay for his things.

For now, all you can do is try to envision the inside of your refrigerator as you walk over to what's probably your new favorite supermarket.

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After you get off the bus, you have a stupid smile on your face as you practically run inside your building and skip up the stairs. 

You spend the weekend just as you would've when you were a student (well, at least when you were on vacation): you huddle up on the couch watching shows that you don't quite remember the plot of, you cook yourself meals that take far too long to make, and you let yourself go to sleep before the hour hand has a chance to hit double digits.

Hange comes over on Friday morning to fold their laundry with you and steal some of the French toast you told them you were making for breakfast, but other than that, you spend the weekend by yourself in your own company. You don't mind it at all, even if it is somewhat depressing that your first choice in spending your time off is to be by yourself.

You also get to sit down with your recipe book in front of you for hours to try and figure out if there's anything that Levi would like. You saw Sasha when you went to the market on Rose after work, but she had to go back to the kitchen to finish decorating some pastries before you were able to ask if there was anything she'd recommend for someone who likes bitter things.

You're just about ready to give up when it's Saturday night and you can't seem to think of anything, so you head over to your tea cupboard to brew something up for yourself before you head in for the night. You're tired of all the blends you keep at the front of the cabinet, so you put those all out on the counter so you can reach further in the back for something new. You're not in the mood for anything with caffeine (not that you ever are in the mood) so you take those out too, but you pause when you're in the middle of putting down a smaller, more expensive-looking tin.

You don't ever spend a lot of money on tea, so you think it's weird that you have something that looks so expensive, but you then remember that your mother gave it to you when you visited for Christmas a few months ago. She told you that it was too bitter for her and your brother, and that even though it has caffeine, it'd be a pretty canister for you to keep in your kitchen.

You eventually give up in trying to figure out what you want to drink, deciding to just stick with plain ol' raspberry tea, but you leave out the small tin of earl grey on your counter so you can start figuring out how to bake it into something not-too-sweet tomorrow.

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5, 7, 11, 24, and 29. I'll stop there even though I'm oh-so-tempted to keep going!

Dear Sweet Baby Zeus, Sarah! Why are you so mean to me? Did I piss on a maple leaf? Kick a bunny in front of you? Why do you enjoy my pain? I could do an entire post just on #5 alone 😆. Maaaaan, this is gonna be so freakin' long…

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I have a lot. Several of them are fully written, but not edited. I'm only gonna count ones where I wrote at least a paragraph and not the ones that have extensive notes or complicated outlines but no actual story yet. So lemme see... That'd be... 17. JFC.

LITG S1 AU: Levi vs Jake x MC

LITG S3 Villa: Nicky x MC

LITG S1-S2 AU: Levi + Lucas

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #1: Bobby + MC

LITG S2 TSIME AU: Noah x Lili

LITG S2 Royal AU: Lucas x Arjun

LITG S2 Royal Werewolf AU #2: Bobby x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Lucas vs Noah vs Bobby x MC

LITG S2 Villa: Bobby x Marisol--it's cursed I know

LITG S2 Post Villa: Lucas x MC x Bobby

LITG S2 Villa & Post Villa: Lucas x MC

LITG S2 AU: Arjun x MC

LITG S5 Post Villa: Suresh (non romance)

LITG S2 Post Villa Divorce: Bobby x MC

LITG S3 Therapy AU: Seb x MC

LITG S2 College AU: Rahim (non romance)

LITG S6 Villa: Marshall x Lewie x Ozzy x MC

I might have to let go of some of these S2 ones. Ain't nobody reading S2 anymore. Sigh.

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

She laughed, the tension in her releasing. “Do you want to get my heart racing, Lewie?” His own soft chuckle faded and he stepped closer to her and lowered his voice. “I really do.” And just like that, the tension, the ache, returned two-fold. What was this man doing to her? He reached over and stroked her jaw. “Do you want me to get your blood pumping?” She found herself quivering beneath his touch. “Maybe.” “Just maybe?”  “I’m receptive to it.” He grinned and pulled her closer. “I’d prefer you to be keen. Maybe even enthused.” The bright blue of his eyes dazed her like a midday summer sky. “I can offer you amenable," she said. “Damned with faint interest." He picked her up and put her on the counter, letting his hands rest on her hips. God she loved when he did that. “I fear I need to give you something to make you a little more enthusiastic.” “You might have to,” she whispered. 

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

This is a good question! I don't usually think much about it. I rarely write dual POV for fanfic, because it's time consuming and I'm lazy. So when I know the premise, I generally know who's POV it'll be in. Like, in one of my wips, I decided that Levi is just discovering that he's bisexual and the story will follow him going from closeted to out so he can be with Lucas (who is already out and resents being shoved back in). Since Levi is the one who is going to grow and change, the story was always gonna be in his POV in my head.

With TSIME I DID plan to write Beach Hut Confessionals from Lili's point of view and scatter them throughout the story, but after the first one I realized that I liked it better when we only saw things through Bobby's lens.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I'm proud of writing small moments that foreshadow the big emotional impacts to come. Most people never even notice them, so they're kind of just something for me. TSIME has a fuck ton of them.

**WARNING: THE SUN IN MY EYES SPOILERS AHEAD)** Bobby and Lili share a cup of tea and Lili turns the mug so her lips touch the same spot his do, foreshadowing the first kiss she'll instigate many chapters later (though she'll forever say that Bobby instigated it). Lili tells Bobby early on that "people leave." And there are numerous scenes of him watching her walk away from him. All of it foreshadowing what happens after CA. Bobby tells Lili she should fall madly in love with him and she says it's a bad idea and he quotes a line from Thirty Rock, telling her there are no bad ideas. Only good ideas that go horribly wrong. Foreshadowing their relationship in the villa as a whole.

My favorite is when Noah grabbed Lili, threw her over his shoulder and walked off with her, saying, "Sorry Bobby, I'm stealing your girl," foreshadowing the disaster recoupling and something that happened later after the show between Lili and Noah. FYI I have a one shot for that one as soon as I post the last chapter of TSIME. It's both distressing and sexy. Thanks for the interrogation, Sarah 😝 You jerk.