#and they're missing paperwork that his doctor or job need to fill out and we need to be on their asses to get it done

[bittersweetblasphemy]

it is shocking how literally NOBODY i have to deal with can be bothered to do their jobs

[chxrrysxx]

Levi's Pain Meds

|contains, fluff,and Levi on pain meds.|

UNEDITED! I REPEAT! THIS IS UNEDITED! PREPARE FOR CRINGE GRAMMAR!

\Levi is kinda highish/

Enjoy!

A/n: This is my first aot fic aside from small aot prompts, so feel free to comment your thoughts about it and give some helpful advice. Or just comment about it idk.

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CHAPTER 1:

"L/n, we have a patient ready for you." Y/n turned around, grabbing the bars of the infirmary bed. "Who do we have here?", she whispered, pulling the tan cloth off of his face. "Levi Ackerman, miss.", her assistant spoke. Y/n was kind of surprised to hear that. She was well aware that Levi Ackerman was still a human, and bleeds like a human, but the thought of him being so hurt that he had to go to the infirmary was...shocking to say the least.

"A-alright, bring him in, the doctor will be right over."

Her assistant moved the infirmary bed over to the corner of the room with the windows on the right side of the corner. Y/n patiently waited outside the room as the doctor performed the surgery. She waved at couple cadets, showing her known beautiful smile. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, and Hanji quietly walked over to her, all having worried looks plastered on their dirt covered faces. "Will he be alright", Hanji asked adjusting her glasses. "Oh he'll be fine after a few days. His injures will heal just fine." The door behind Y/n opened and the doctor waved her over signaling it was her turn to do the job.

"See ya later." She waved to the others.

Y/n walked over to the bed, after hearing a low groan coming from there. She looked at Levi and cocked her head in question. "You alright?" He groaned in response and slowly lifted his hand to faintly point towards bthe window. "Ah l got it." Y/n grabbed the dark turquoise curtains and pulled them shut, dimming the room a bit. Levi sighed and attempted to sit up, but quickly regretted that and released a pain 'ugh' and laid back down. Y/n pat the blanket covering him. "I dont think you wanna do that." She said almost laughing at him. Levi smiled sarcastically and then instantly went back to his usual frown. He it hurt his pride a little. A nurse having to take care of him. Well actually, the thought of him not being able to care for himself really lowered his mood.

He ran his fingers that eerr wrapped in cotton fabric through his soft dark hair. His eye bags were darker and he was a bit paler. "You doing alright?" Y/n asked glancing at him. "Why are you here? I don't need a babysitter." She rolled her eyes and laid back in her chair, going through paperwork. "Quit acting like a baby, those pain meds should be kicking in anytime soon now." "Tch." "By the way, if you don't mind me asking, how'd you get injured?" "Why are you making small talk..?" He groaned and this time turned to her direction. "Just trying to take your mind off the pain." A short silence filled the air. Then, Levi took an icy breath and closed his eyes. "We were heading north of Wall Maria. We were ambushed my a group of abnormals. They were in fact some crazy abnormals. One of them was a 16meter giant, and it just kept staring at us. As soon as we mad a move, it swung it's big ass hand, hitting a couple loose branches." Y/n winced at the anticipation of what he'd say next.

"I can tell by your expression that you figured out what happened next."

She nodded, pulling out a pouch of medicine. "Where does it hurt the most?" Levi didn't respond right away. He already felt so vulnerable, so helpless, and he definitely didn't like being pampered. But, Y/n was somewhat comforting. She wasn't all uptight like he thought she'd be.

He was already iffy about the doctor touching up on his leg, and her hand wandered a little to far making him look at her in disgust. He finally made up his mind, after pondering thoroughly. "My left ankle. Make it quick...please." Y/n gasped slightly, hearing him ask her so kindly. The rumors about him obviously weren't 100% true. "Ah-.. alright it'll be a little cold." She lifted up his leg, pulling fabric up. She lightly placed the cream on, with a nervous gut feeling that he was annoyed with her. "You're tense, relax." You looked up at him in surprise. "I don't need you telling me that. Let me do my job." She pulled the fabric back down and sighed.

"That should make it feel better in a moment. But the pain reliever should do enough."

"Pain reliever? When did I get a pain reliever?" Y/n mouthed an 'uh oh'. Damn, I wasnt suppose to tell him that. She thought, cursing under her breathe. "Just ignore me, I'll be back I have to go get some supplies."

"Don't leave." He grabbed her arm weakly. "I don't want that shady doctor doing anything creepy." She stared at him in disbelief. "Are the drugs kicking in already? That's early." Levi glared at her, before turning back to the window. Y/n sat in complete silence, glancing at the door every once in a while. The white lined window- being slightly open sent cold winds to Y/n causing her to shiver. You suddenly snapped out of your haze hearing him speak. "My coat." "Hm?" "You can wear it if your cold." Y/n looked at yourself than back at him. "O-oh no it's fine I'll be-." "I insist." "Alright.." Sbe grabbe drhe coat from the chair and wrapped it around herself. The smell coming from it didn't match his story about his injury. It smelt nice. A faint scent of lavender and hibiscus. She muttered a quiet 'thank you' and breathed it in warmly. "It smells good." Levi remained quiet. "Levi, how are you feeling..?" He shuffled in the infirmary bed slightly, and furrowed his eye brows. "Why do you look like that?" "Huh?" "Your face looks weird. The walls look like they're closing in. I feel sick." He looked so confused, she had to admit, it was funny. "You'll survive", she said patting the blanket. "Don't touch- ugh.." Levi grabbed her sleeve softly. "I'm cold...come here." She looked at halfway confused. "Want another blanket?" She asked. "I don't. Sit down here," Levi said tiredly, looking at the spot next to his head. "You w-want me to sit here?", Y/n asked knowingly. "That's what I said." She smoothed out her skirt and sat down. The loud whistles of the wind made the room feel so peaceful, and zen. Y/n quickly glaned at Levi's tired eyes and she couod swear he was smiling for a moment. He suddenly stared deep in her eyes and wouldn't look away. Y/n, feeling vulnerable, looked away to the window, and focused on a black bird sitting on the metal pipe line connecting the lock to the window. She could see from the corner of her eye that he was still staring. "I-is there anything I can get you...?" Levi didn't respond, but his gaze remained focused on her. At this point Y/n could feel her cheeks getting warmer and warmer. She noticed out effortlessly the tie of his shirt looked. Her eyes trailed down his collarbone and then the outline of his muscles against the thin fabric. Her imagiation started to wonder, but she quickly stopped, from her small feeling that Levi's deep stare could see right through her. She had to admit, Levi was weirdly attractive, and she thought herself to be weird for even thinking that. Most people would quickly judge him based on his reserved attitude and cold presence, but that wasn't what she was feeling from him. His gaze was warm, gentle, with a hint of curiosity. She'd never ever seen Levi look at someone (other than Erwin) with such a gaze. Levi silently studied her. He noticed her flustered expression but paid it no more than two seconds of thought. "Come a little closer." She gasped at his suddenly words and nervously leaned closer. Levi reached his hands around her jaw and pulled her close, to the point of their noses almost touching. "U-uh..w-what are you doing?" Y/n asked in obvious panic. "I'm going to kiss you" was all he said with no emotion in his face at all. He then took her he and in both hands and kissed her before she could even think.

[common-mushroom]

Hey, Rando Prompt Friend again! What's this? A fight between Pierre and the head of the Joja Corporation has just just sparked a bar fight at the friendly neighborhood tavern?! And Harvey, sits sullenly in the middle, oblivious by his ramblings, as bottles whiz past his head? And what's more? Someone is consoling our dear doctor while shielding him - and in doing so, forms a delightfully unexpected friendship?! Who are they, or what they're discussing-I leave that in your hands.

Yoooooo this is gonna be fun~

TRIGGER WARNING: MATURE LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE

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The continued stress of not making a profit at the store was truly beginning to eat away at Pierre. As is custom, he arrived at the saloon that Friday night to order a few strong drinks and dull his senses, if just for a few hours. 

He was several martinis in when the saloon door chimed, and Morris made his grand entrance. Immediately he made a beeline for the empty stool next to Pierre.

“Pierre, good evening!” Morris grinned maniacally, not unlike the Cheshire Cat. Pierre gave him a grunt in acknowledgement. “Long day at the shop, huh? Must have been pretty boring not seeing anyone come in.”

Pierre took a generous swig of his beverage and stared straight ahead nonchalantly. He was not about to give Morris the satisfaction of his attention.

“Anyway, I just wanted to say hey, and remind you that that part-time position is still open for you, if you’re interested. We need all the help we can get with this new influx of customers.” The killer smile returned. He ordered a drink from Emily without missing a beat.

“Kindly fuck off, Morris.” Pierre growled in a voice just low enough for only him to detect. Morris blushed for a moment, as if caught off-guard, and then quickly suppressed it with his usual plaster of a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. Didn't mean to offend; just wanted to make conversation.”

“I’m not in the mood, thanks.”

A slow, evil grin spread across Morris’s face. Unlike the vast majority of Morris’s facial expressions, this one was genuine. The thought of upsetting Pierre was, after all, pure bliss.

“I understand. You’re in a tough position, and you don’t want to take your anger out on me. I appreciate that.” 

By now, several of the saloon patrons were tuned in to the conversation, which had gotten significantly tenser. Pierre couldn’t hold it in for another second; he burst, like a water balloon that had finally reached its capacity.

“You have about two seconds to leave before I punch you in the face.” He spoke in a voice that was loud but eerily calm. Emily turned to stare at them with concern.

Morris turned pink.

“I...I don’t think it needs to be settled this way, sir.” Regardless, he backed away quickly.

“Please. You came here looking for a fight, didn’t you, you motherfucker?”

“No, sir, I just wanted to get myself a drink.” He took a small sip as he continued backing away, as if to prove himself.

“Call me ‘sir’ one more time. I dare you.”

Now that the conversation was moving, so was its audience. Almost all of the customers in the saloon were clued in by now, and some of them were edging in closer to hear and see everything better. Harvey was the only person in the building to not notice the elevating situation. He sat oblivious in the corner, back to the bar, wearing noise-cancelling headphones and filling out paperwork.

That was when he was elbowed in the back of the head.

“Ah!” He yelped in surprise and pain, and turned around to see a large cluster of people, who were shoving their way to the front of the crowd. Abigail looked back at him sheepishly.

“Sorry, Harvey! Are you okay?” He rubbed the back of his head and winced.

“I’m fine. What’s going on?” 

“Come see.” She beckoned him, and he stood up among everyone else. Pierre and Morris were standing a few feet apart, boxing style, with their fists hovering in front of their faces.

“What the hell?”

“Come on, Pierre, this is childish. Why don’t we just deal with this like adults?” Morris said.

“I’m done playing nice with you, you piece of shit.” Pierre swung his fist, and it connected with Morris’s lower jaw. There was a painfully wet crack, and an audible gasp rose from the audience. Morris cried out in pain, cradling his face in his hands. He looked up, jaw hanging loose, with a glint of rage in his stone-cold eyes.

“You’ll regret that.” He said. At least, that’s what everyone thought he said--it was difficult to tell with the current state of his mouth.

“Fuck you! Nobody wants you here!” Abigail cried out. Pierre whirled around in confusion, and gave his daughter a chiding but grateful smile. 

“Yeah! Down with Joja!” Sam joined in.

“No--more--job--for--you!” Morris warned through loose lips, tears flowing from his eyes from the pain.

“Like I care!” He yelled. Without warning, Sam charged at Morris like a bull, slamming him onto the floor. He landed a single punch square in the nose before Abigail and Sebastian rushed over, pulling him off.

It was too late. Shane and Alex also joined in, each of them delivering a hard kick. Morris laid on the ground unmoving, either in pain or in fear, but most likely both. Harvey watched the scene unfold in silent shock. Abigail stood back with him, chuckling at the scene.

“This is better than a movie.”

“You’re really condoning this violence?”

“What, you think he doesn’t deserve it?”

“Well, he does, but...”

“Exactly.” Abigail smiled triumphantly. That was all that needed to be said on the matter. 

It was clear that Morris was not getting up any time soon; he was alive, but badly beaten, physically and emotionally.

“Can’t wait to clean all of these people up.” Harvey muttered bitterly.

“You don’t need to do shit for him. Just worry about the others.” 

“Okay...I’ll try my best.”

Abigail gave him a reassuring smile.

Morris was carried out of the saloon, Alex grabbing his legs while Sam took his arms. Where they went with him after that, Harvey knew not. It was probably best not to find out.

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