#attack on titan thought

[wedarkacademia]

no bond is stronger than a girl and the first anime she ever watched

[inkinthetypewriter]

[satorella]

The morning sun shone over 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢’𝐬 now half open eyelids, causing him to frown. He looks down at you, snoring softly in his arms. A small, tired, smile couldn't help but replace the grumpy expression on his face as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. He’s finally been getting some decent sleep ever since, well… 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

He can hear faint chattering outside his bedroom window. Everyone was starting to wake up now.

He gently shook you... "My love, it's time to wake up. You need to sneak back over to your quarters." His voice was soft. “Mm… no.” You groaned, curling up against him more and burying your face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled softly at your stubbornness and ran his fingers through your bedhead. "Come on. We can't risk having anyone find out." He sits up a little, moving to rest his back against the headboard. He pulls you up with him, keeping you close to his chest. "How do you expect me to get up, when you're making me more comfortable?" You pouted. He sighs at your response, leaning down to rest his head atop of yours with an amused smile on his face. "We do this every morning, babe. You know the drill..." "Yeah, yeah..." You grumble. "Everyone is pretty much awake downstairs." He states, running his hand up and down your back. "Damnit." You start to pull away from him. He laughs quietly and lets go of you, "Don't worry... we'll see each other later." He watches as you get up, already missing your warm, naked, body against his own. You looked back at him from over your shoulder, "You better get up too then, Captain." He lets his eyes wander over your bare, exposed, body as you start putting your clothes on. A small smirk formed on his lips, "Is that an order, Lieutenant?"

You knew he was trying to bait you. You rolled your eyes, "Bye. See you at breakfast. Love you." He reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer back to the bed, "Not so fast..." He grabs your chin with his other hand, forcing you to look down at him, "You forgot to give me my morning kiss." You blushed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his lips, "Better?" You asked as you slowly pulled away. His grip on your chin and wrist tightens as his mouth chased after yours. He gently tugs your bottom lip with his teeth, his intense gray eyes staring directly into yours. "No." His voice was a low, deep, whisper. "...One more. You should know better than that." "Honey, I gotta go." You tried to protest, "Didn’t you just say we can't risk anyone finding out?" He ignored your protest, still keeping a good grip on you. He leaned in even more, his hot breath on your neck, and planted a few small kisses on your sensitive skin. "They'll only be suspicious if we're not at breakfast in the next 10 minutes." You raised a brow, "Oh really? You think you can be that quick?" He smirked at your challenge, his hand traveling to the back of your neck while his other one moves to grip your thigh.

"Try me."

© 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[daeneryxx]

not trying to be mean or rude but i’m so fucking fed up with people using the coping mechanism argument to write the most disgusting and horrendous stories.

i’m really sorry for what y’all have been through, truly i am, but im fed up with scrolling to find a good smut to read and finding shit like “dad!malecharacter fucking you in front of his work mates and piss kink 🤪” (no lie)

what the actual fuck? why would you make my favorite character an inc€stuous r*pist?

if it helps you to write abt your trauma, fine, but you don’t have to post it. i don’t want to read that and guess what? a lot of people don’t either.

r*pe isn’t hot.

incest isn’t hot.

p€d0philia isn’t hot.

non con/dub con/somnophilia aren’t hot.

piss/shit kinks aren’t hot.

NONE OF THOSE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE ROMANTICIZED OR NORMALIZED.

[leviraaaaaa]

All that's left.

“I know you’re there.”

Levi's voice cut through the stillness, startling you. You’d been watching him from the side of the wreckage, watching as the ghosts of your comrades appeared for one last time, one last salute. One last declaration of all they dedicated. One last goodbye. They had met your gaze too, shooting a small sad smile and you knew what it meant.

You two were all that's left. The last one's standing.

You stayed out of his sight even after they disappeared, giving him the privacy to mourn. God knows he needed it. You didn’t think he had noticed your presence, but then again, who were you trying to fool? His extraordinary instincts were never to be underestimated.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward, trying not to put too much weight on the ankle you had injured. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. Ever resilient, ever strong, the cracks were so slight, just barely there. But you knew. You could always tell.

“Hi.” You mumbled. He stared at you as you dragged yourself in front of him.

“Nice of you to make it out alive.” He said.

“Who would’ve thought?” You shrugged.

“You made an ugly titan by the way.”

“I’m sure you would’ve looked charming.”

“Bet.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. The conversation was so unbelievably normal, it was surreal. Like nothing ever happened. Here, amid the ruins of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and destruction—here you were, back to how it always was. Almost as if, if you concentrated hard enough, all of it would go away and you’d find you and him back in the soggy cafeteria of the scout headquarters, back to bantering with him and arguing about silly little things that don't really deserve arguments but it’s you and Levi so of course it’d end up an argument.

You felt so old suddenly.

How come you ended up here? In this way?

And Levi looked so tired, you could cry. Hasn’t he given enough? Doesn’t he get to rest now?

“Does that..” You glanced down at his leg, the one he had spread out in front of him. It was clear it was beyond repair. The fabric of his pants were torn at the knee, from where it was crushed between the titan’s jaw, a bloody, mangled mess. “Does that hurt?”

“Not really, no.” His eyes followed your gaze. “Numbed a while ago. Can’t feel shit really.”

You sighed. "Not very humanity's strongest anymore, huh?"

Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He said. "Careful, I could still kick your ass."

"I'm sure."

You grinned. Then went ahead and dropped yourself beside him. He frowned.

“Shouldn’t we be getting up?” He said. “Why are you getting comfortable?”

“Why not?” You muttered, pulling your legs upto your chest, hugging them. “What’s it matter what we do or not? Armin’s the hot shit now, let him deal with everything.” Your head throbbed as you buried them in your knees. "We're too fucking old now anyways,"

He didn’t argue, but he made no attempt to get up either. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the rest of your life here. After all, you were so tired, and you were sure he was too. This was as good as anywhere else would be.

Because there’s no home to return to anymore.

“Do you think there’s anything left of Hange to bury?” He suddenly said.

You shuddered. What do you answer to that?

Your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, somewhere in the distance, you could hear someone yelling at another someone, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Armin and the others would figure something out surely.

You were exhausted.

“Say, Levi.” You said tiredly, nudging him slightly.

“What?”

“Wanna get married?”

Levi almost choked, he was suddenly all uptight, stiff as a board as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“What the fuck?” He asked, looking mildly horrified. “Are you seriously gonna make jokes here? Here?”

“Not joking.”

You lifted up your head, tilting it to look at him. It was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or flustered. Maybe both. "Not joking at all," You sighed. You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but this is as good a time as any. Might as well. “You’re right. It’s a bad time to make jokes. So I’m dead serious.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” You nodded, turning your expression very serious.

“You’re weird as fuck.” He muttered out after several failed attempts to speak. The tips of his ears turned red, red as it always did whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. In fact, you haven’t been joking for a long, long time.

“I mean..” You closed your eyes. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed. “We’re the only ones left. Me and you. You’re all I have left, Levi. So, why not?”

He gasped at you for a long moment. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.”

“You’re just realizing that?”

“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”

He paused for a long time, his one good eye searching your intensely, as if he was considering something. And finally, he made up his mind.

“You’re insane. And I’m no fucking different.” He sighed. “I must’ve hit my head pretty damn hard because I’m actually considering this shit.”

You grinned. “Go on, say it. You like me.”

“Wrong. I tolerate you.”

“Good enough. You don’t tolerate a lot of people, so I’ll take it as I'm special.”

He sighed, turning away, hoping that’s enough to hide his heart from you. You were special to him, always. But you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want you to know that. He didn’t know how to let you know that.

“Can you believe us?” He scoffed instead. “We’re practically sitting in a graveyard. Half the world’s ruined but then there’s us.”

“That’s fine. Let’s keep being us. The world can go fuck itself. Meanwhile, we can—”

“Do not finish that sentence.” He glared.

You couldn’t help it—you laughed. A deep, aching laugh that left you gasping for air and brought tears to your eyes. And for the briefest moment, Levi’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile.

“We’re insane.” You admitted, still breathless. With that, you pushed yourself up, stumbling a little before you found your balance. You reached out your hand to Levi, who took it without question.

“Come on, Lev.” You pulled him up, letting him wrap an arm around you to brace himself. “Let’s go home.”

You were right, Levi thinks as he limped with you, letting you support him. It was nice to finally let himself lean on someone.

You two are the only ones left.

You’re all he has now.

The world has taken enough from him. He’s so tired of letting go.

And he’d be damned if he let you go too.

[rrcally]

for those shifters that feel stuck…

i haven‘t posted in a little while… (months) but i feel ready to start posting again and help out shifters that feel stuck in their ways.

but what you needa do is simply learn about self concept and law of assumption.

i promise you its really simple, in my opinion i‘d say working on self concept is the more important thing first. To get better, a clearer mind, a clearer vision to know what you want a 100% and not what you wanted because you want to escape.

geez I don‘t even know where to start but for self concept; we change the perception that we have of ourselves. To do that, learn who you are and transform your negative thoughts into positive thoughts, be positive and comfortable being YOU. Get rid of negative habits and get better mentally.

and during all that, you‘ve already started unconsciously with the law of assumption,

by changing your negative thoughts into positive thoughts, in simple terms; our thoughts create the 3d and our surroundings and the state we are living in mentally and physically is just the mirror of our thoughts.

Now if you worked on your self concept, or started on it, you have it easier to be positive about life and manifest your desires.

Genuinely just assume, pretend, imagine or visualize your desired reality; connect it with emotions by acknowledging how you would feel every day and if you want even affirm daily with „I AM“.

If you assume you have your desire already, then it should exist in your 4d (imagination & consciousness) already and THEN it will manifest into your 3d (physical reality).

thats literally why manifestation and reality shifting is the fucking same guys; if you manifest your desire then you automatically shift to a reality in which you have your desire. Thats the same with reality shifting, if you shift you just manifested your desire!!!

Its really so simple, and i‘ll try to post more from now on. Ma apologies if my english is messy, not native!

[jlle-marie]

‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃

“who’s the strongest man in the world?” levi scoops the baby, holding him high in the air.

he cracks a smile when his son babbles “dada” back, pointing at him. not fully understanding his dad words, but his little legs are kicking happily.

“levi, please don’t make him restless before dinner…” you calls from the kitchen.

he brings his son closer, peppering his tiny face with kisses “don’t tell mommy we’re having a wild time out here,” he whispers to him.

you hear your baby's little bursts of giggling

but you can never be mad at levi, not when you see him happy, not ever

[chinchillaerwin]

A boy without childhood gives childhood to others.

How can a man born in darkness radiate so much light without asking for anything in return? Levi has a big heart, and you'll agree with that.

[kariighost]

That was so hot of him…

[everythingseasoning]

Don’t be demanding when asking for part 2’s!!

A brief post on why and how to be considerate in comment sections!

I finally understand why people are frustrated/sad when part 2 of a fanfiction doesn’t come out. I’m a little bit emotionally invested in this one Suguru fic right now. It’s 3 parts, but only 1 part is out, and the writer has been absent for months. I’m a wee bit emotionally devastated (but I’ll get over it).

SO I GET THE MORE DEMANDING COMMENTS NOW. I understand why people say “when is part two coming out” or “it’s been a year… is part two ever coming out??” — that being said, those kinds of comments are inherently rude.

When commenting something like that, you create a sort of pressure on the writers end, because there is an undertone of a demand. When people ask “when is it coming out” and say “it’s been x amount of time” - it’s implied that only your needs are important. That *you expect a part two* from the writer. Remember folks, writers on here are people too. Try rephrase how you ask about part two:

You can say, “Hey! I loved this fic so much! (Maybe even insert feedback on WHY you like it, as that means a lot to writers <3). I was wondering if you plan on making part two anytime soon? No worries if not, I’m just curious! Love your work, will gladly be on a tag list!”

This way, you’re not making a demand— you’re asking your question while being grateful, respectful, and considerate. It’s not easy work to be a writer for everyone (for some it is, for many it’s very time consuming, etc!)

Please don’t ever direct your frustrations towards writers. We aren’t paid for this, and have our own very busy lives!

I understand it sucks when a writer says they’re going to post something, but they don’t and haven’t. But please remember, they’re people too. Go ahead and ask for clarification and offer grace! You deserve to ask for clarification! But because this is a free service and platform, no writings are owed to you. We all should be considerate to one another 💗

[sems-diarie]

cottage boy!eren chops the wood and lights the fire for you and he to keep warm at night. he huddles you close to him while you sleep. the first time he wraps his arm around your waist and gently flushes against you, your face burns the entire night.

cottage boy!eren is so strong. he doesn’t just chop the wood; he lifts the tree roots to bring ‘em closer. he lifts you at the waist, unprompted, and laughs when your fingers nearly tear into his cotton shirt to keep a hood of him.

cottage boy!eren plays chase with you in the woods. you love the rush of wind in your hair, through your clothes—and eren loves being it.

cottage boy!eren is such an affectionate drunk. he splits a bottle with you and his reservations dwindle to near nothing. his hands caress your ankles, as they rest over his lap. his cheeks tint real rosy, a man-eating grin slapped over his face. he thumbs at your arms, your shoulders—sweetly strumming your body, and barely even aware of it.

cottage boy!eren is such a handyman. fixes pipes, cleans with you, cooks with you. builds your kitchen from scratch and paints it all in your favorite colors.

cottage boy!eren is a bleeding heart. openly stares (gawks) at you, kisses your fingers, your wrists, your palms. he finds his hands are almost as expressive as his mouth is. but boy, the way he speaks—soft and low, it swirls in your tummy.

cottageboy!eren with hearts swirling in his eyes, follows your swift little steps around the room as you look for the book you’d been reading. you’d sat it next to him just a second ago. he promises to hand it back if you tell him what it’s about.

cottage boy!eren doesn’t even realize how alone the two of you really are until you mention it for the third time, on your third day away. and then he becomes insufferable, a menace unto himself and you. he enjoys basking in the sunlight of your attention, is warm with your laugh spreading across his ears.

cottageboy!eren picking flowers for you, brings em home to set the table with for dinner. you help him plant some lemon and lime trees, help him plant tomatoes and keep it all watered.

cottage boy ‘ren loves the fields, the animals. you cross a few deer every now and then. the look on your face each time makes his heart stutter.

sharing a bath with your cottage boy, his big body pressed tight between your hips. <3

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

First Levi related post recently, and yes, I’m being lazy.

[bbxkruger]

“Stop doing that.” He says firmly, glaring up at you from between your thighs before impatiently yanking you back down onto his face once more.

He had asked you if you’d try sitting on his face as you casually lay together in his bed. You were a little skeptical, a list of ways you could possibly hurt him immediately going through your head. What if you were too heavy? What if you got too into it and he couldn’t breathe? You saw someone on twitter once who accidentally hurt their partner’s neck doing this and they had to go to the hospital; and if that happened, you would probably kill yourself out of embarrassment.

It took everything in him not to laugh at how ridiculous you were being as you expressed your concerns, the only thing keeping him from teasing you was seeing the genuine worry on your face, scared that you would actually hurt him somehow by just sitting on his face. He took your hands, assuring you that absolutely nothing would go wrong, that no, you’re not heavy, you’re not going to smother him with your thighs or your pussy (which, honestly, was his goal, but he refrained from admitting this to prevent you from freaking out even more) that if he couldn’t breathe or if he felt something was wrong, he would immediately tell you or simply push you off of him.

“I’m a big boy, baby. You’re not gonna hurt me. I promise.”

He knew you were still doubtful as you hovered over his face, reluctant about lowering your weight. He tried to ignore his cock already hardening at the glorious sight of your cunt, slick and aching for his attention, hanging so close yet so far above him. But he knew he had to be patient, so he helped you ease into it by encouraging you to grind on his tongue a little as a start.

Tentatively, you barely lower your hips, shuddering slightly when his tongue meets the sensitive button between your legs. Once he feels the heat of your cunt weighing down on his face, the skin of your thighs on either side of his head, he feels like a bear caught in a honey trap. His eyes flutter with bliss once you twitch and cum in his mouth, nearly cumming in his boxers from the lovely sounds that leave your lips.

From there, it goes downhill. After you first cum you can barely hold yourself up, about to mount off of his face before you’re suddenly pulled back down, nearly squealing from his tongue zeroing in on your puffy clit, before stuffing itself back into your cunt. That was about ten minutes ago.

This time, his strong arms loop around your trembling thighs, keeping you firmly planted on his lips with no chance to pull away again. He can barely think, all of his senses overwhelmed with you. Your sweet scent, your addicting taste, your desperate, uncontrollable moans as he mercilessly laps at your leaking cunt. His encouraging and reassuring attitude immediately flew out the window once he stared to get into it. Not only were you hindering your pleasure by pulling away, but also his own!

“Stop pulling away, I swear to fucking god.” He warns in a breathless, hoarse voice, his pupils dilated as he looks up at you before burying his face into your pussy again. His warning fell onto deaf ears, as you were so far gone at this point you were a boneless, shaking mess on top of him. You didn’t even have the strength speak, merely gasping and whimpering for mercy, being only held up by his wide palms gripping your hips, easily balancing your weight and dragging your clit across his tongue; impatiently trying to coax more of your cum into his warm mouth.

[happybird16]

I'm going to make myself cry typing this but here we go..

I think one of the points of Attack on Titan is that humanity is forgetful. Doomed to forget, actually.

Our main cast are heroes, not just the surviving ones. Levi deserves to have statues built of him. The surviving members of the 104th even went on to become politicians, traveling the world to help change things for the better. I have no doubt that they had buildings named after them, streets and parks named after them. There were probably history books specifically dedicated to each and every one of them.

But humans are forgetful.

There were no photos of Eren. He probably only continued to exist in history books, where he was demonized and vilified for decimating the world. By the time their fingers started to get all wrinkly from age, Mikasa and Armin probably forgot what Eren looked like. What he sounded like.

Time passes and humans forget. Statues crumble, buildings rot and fall apart. People forget figures that used to be significant. History books are changed. Even atrocities eventually become dulled in humanities collective memory. Bombs turn everything to dust. Humans are doomed to forget and repeat their mistakes again and again and again.. and I think that's the point.

[abiatackerman]

Levi sleeps peacefully only when he's sleeping on your chest. The calm melody of your heartbeat calms his nerves down and pushes his nightmares away. Not to mention your breasts are the softest pillow to him. And no matter how much your back aches due to laying still for the whole night (since Levi's a light sleeper and a slight movement wakes him up)... You still drag his ass to bed, make him lay down on your chest, caress his hair and lull him to sleep. And when the other cadets start to wonder why Levi's eye bags are vanishing... You can't help but smile proudly.

[leviraaaaaa]

Bad ideas

Bad idea.

The thought echoed in your mind as you watched him, your heart racing despite the voice of reason screaming for you to look away. Your mind was listing all the reasons why you can't, you shouldn't. Your heart ignored it all.

Bad, bad ideas.

look away look away look away

You couldn't.

Levi sat next to you on the sofa, blissfully unaware of the chaos in your head. He was casually holding a beer can in that strange way he did, fingers gripping the top edge of it.

Was it strange that you found it attractive? You wondered how mortified he would be if he knew.

You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. But it felt different. Tonight.

How had you even ended up here?

You remembered showing up at Levi’s door just a few hours earlier, a plastic bag filled with cheap alcohol in hand. Your original intention was to consume them yourself, to drown your sorrows alone, to escape the whirlwind of emotions left in the wake of the disastrous expedition of today. But for whatever reason, you had sought him out instead. Your mind was restless and you knew Levi's were too.

He would understand. He always did.

So when Levi opened the door with a scowl on his face, you'd blurted it out without thinking.

“Wanna drink with me?”

He had blinked, confused, eyeing the bag then looking back at you.

“...I don't think you're supposed to be drinking.” He said after a moment, tone blunt but not unkind.

You had shaken your head. “Trust me,” You replied. “I do. And I think you do too.”

And that had been that. After a pause, Levi let out a soft grunt of acknowledgment, stepping aside to let you in. “Couldn’t you find someone else?” he’d muttered, but he didn’t push you away.

Hours slipped by in a blur. One bottle turned into another, and you found yourself ranting about everything: Erwin’s decisions. The bloodshed. The guilt. You unleashed every ounce of anger, resentment and guilt you held in your heart, complaining to him about every single thing you could find to complain about. The more you went through the bottles and the more the night fell, the more drunk you became, the less it was starting to be actually connected to what you were here for and more about the silly concerns and irritations of something only a drunk person would care about.

Levi sat quietly through it all, never once interrupting but always present, always listening. That was the thing about Levi—he didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words meant something. And when he didn’t, it wasn’t because he wasn’t paying attention.

But now you were here.

Silence filled the room, thick and heavy. You’d stopped talking a while ago, and Levi hadn’t moved. The quiet was suffocating, and your thoughts—dangerous, forbidden thoughts—were growing louder by the second. A part of you knew that this was not where you should be.

But it felt so different.

The thoughts were getting louder. Strange thoughts. Thoughts about the man beside you, thoughts you'd usually fight against, now impossible to ignore as you struggled to find something, anything to occupy your mind and anything to deny the unwilling confessions your heart was now whispering to you.

You weren't sober. And being here, with Levi, while incapacitated was a very dangerous gamble you had made tonight.

Why were you here, really? You thought. Why Levi?

“Couldn’t you find someone else?” He had asked.

Couldn't you? Weren't there other options?

So, why were you really here?

How were you supposed tell him that you.. just wanted to be with him a little?

Levi wasn't one to let people in. So you took what you got. Groans, grumbles, those snappy little remarks, you'd take it all. If that just means you got to spend a few hours with him. But how could you tell him that?

It was an excuse, you knew. You could drink alone; you didn't need someone else. All of it was an excuse you made yourself to justify this irrational yearning to be with him for a little while. Because you knew he wouldn't turn you away, not when you were sad.

Friends, the remnants of rationality insisted. You and Levi were just friends. So you have been for many years. That's what you were. And that's why you wanted to be close to him. That's why you seeked him. Because it was a rough day. Because he's a good listener. That's what friends do.

Friends.

Are friends supposed to have thoughts you had right now? Friends, so why did your heart race the way it was?

You were losing the battle you’ve been fighting for years. Every inch of you was warning you. These were bad, bad ideas, and it could ruin everything. Everything you've worked for. Not many could call Levi Ackerman their friend. You could. That's enough. That should be enough.

But it was happening so fast. With every passing moment, the less sober you were becoming and you really, really shouldn't be here at all.

But how could you not?

You stared at him blankly. He wasn't looking at you, blankly staring somewhere in the distance. He looked relaxed. More relaxed than you've ever seen him. His usual sharp, steely eyes half-lidded, his dark hair falling messily over his forhead. There was a faint flush on his pale cheeks and there, just there you saw the barest glimpse of vulnerability. He looked so soft, so unlike the hardened soldier you've always seen him to be.

God, he was so pretty. Always.

Now that you thought of it, you think you'd fallen the first time you've met him. It was so easy to.

He was a grumpy little asshole, a storm of contradictions—sharp-tongued and distant, yet in his quiet moments, so deeply, unshakably kind. You yearned to touch him. If he'd let you. If he only let you.

But boundaries. You dared not.

Still, staring at him, drunk and dazed, you think you just might.

You just might.

"... Lev?" You whispered, the word slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

Levi stirred, coming back from his thoughts. He frowns, turning to glance at you. "Yeah?"

You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. Why did you call him? Why were you doing this?

"Levi." You repeated. Did he know how much you loved his name? He notices it, you can tell, the tremor in your voice, one you couldn’t hide. His gaze sharpens, though the confusion lingers.

"...what?"

He set the drink down, focusing entirely on you now, a hint hint of concern flickering in his usually blank expression.

“I’m going to do something, Levi,” you muttered quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. “And you can’t get mad, okay?”

Now or never. Now or never. Your heart chanted quietly. Before the liquid courage dies down.

Levi leaned back almost instinctively, looking down at you with narrowed gray eyes. “That depends,” he replied, “Are you going to throw up on me?”

"No," you answered, “No, Levi.”

But just as you leaned in closer, your breath catching in your throat, you see his expression change. His eyes widen, just a fraction, and you realize that he knows. He knows what you were about to do. You see the exact moment it hit him.

There’s no going back now.

You close the gap between you in one swift, desperate motion, pressing your lips against his. For a heartbeat, he’s frozen. You think you’ve ruined everything. But then, as if time itself stops, Levi responds. His lips part against yours, tentative but warm, and for a moment, you forget to breathe.

Because this? This was everything.

You had spent days wondering how they'd feel but you had never thought of this. His lips were so soft, so plush against yours. So warm, he was pouring liquid heat into your mouth and holy fuck Levi Ackerman was kissing you. His hands were on you—gripping your arms, pulling you in. He was kissing you like he had been waiting forever. Like it was everything he couldn't say and he needed you to understand. Like he couldn't breathe and you're the only source of air.

Levi Ackerman was kissing you.

Holy fuck.

The realization hit you like a tidal wave, and you jerked back, gasping for air. The world spun around you, the gravity of what just happened crashing down hard. You sat there for a heartbeat, pulse thundering in your ears, waiting for him to say something—anything. But he just stared at you, wide-eyed, his chest rising and falling like he’d sprinted through hell. Disbelief and confusion carved into his sharp features.

What had you done?

“I should go,” you muttered, the words barely audible, more to yourself than to him. “I'm so sorry, I should go.”

But just as you began to turn away, he stopped you with a single, rough whisper.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, you fucking coward.”

Then his lips were crashing back onto yours and you were gone.

There was no going back now.