#do hope I didn't dox anyone with the fake number

[seeingivy]

ticklish 

levi ackerman x f!reader

you hate having levi as a lab partner. 

content warning: kinda suggestive (?), you and levi are touching each other, bi reader and bi levi cuz I said so, tickles, and what not 

an: based on a very real guy I had a crush on during my nursing assistant classes 

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“You’re my partner.” 

You look up from your notebook to find a set of gray eyes staring at you. Ones you know all too well. He’s out of his usual long sleeves today, his veiny forearms on display in his black scrubs, his name embroidered on the pocket. Levi Ackerman. 

“Right. I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” 

“Levi.” 

He slides into the seat next to you, flipping through the slides that were assigned. You try to settle the pounding in your chest as you open up the pages, reading over the exams you were learning today. 

On any given occasion, you wouldn’t mind being Levi’s lab partner. You’d live for it. You had your eye on him for a while, first drawn to him after you saw him at the coffee shop during the first week of school. He had a black sweater on, his hair messy and a set of glasses perched on his nose. 

You’re not superficial. Of course, you’re not. You know that other qualities - kindness, compassion, tenderness - are more important in a partner. But there’s just something about him and how attractive he is, with his sleeked out features, his toned arms - you can’t help but have a crush on him. 

“Which test did you want to start with?” 

“We can try the musculoskeletal, if you’ve read that far.” 

You nod, as you follow him into the back corner, closing the curtain behind you and cursing the gods for assigning Levi to be your partner in this class out of all of them. Introduction to Clinical and Community Medicine. Sounds good, in theory. You learn the basics of patient care - how to take history, vital signs, and do a patient exam. 

That’s the problem. Doing a patient exam. Because with Levi as your partner, that means that the two of you have to practice on each other, taking your clothes off to do most of the exams. 

He turns to the side, taking his coat off and setting it off to the side. You mimic his motions and he holds his hand out, beckoning you to hand him yours too. You give him a polite smile as you nervously push your hair behind your ears, reading through the exam on your laptop. Levi sneaks up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to read. You nearly jump at the sound of his breathing, flinching at the closeness. 

“Sorry. Left my laptop out there.”

“It’s okay.” 

“Do you want to split it up? I can do upper extremity and you can do the vertebral test.” 

You nod, sliding your scrub top and pants off as you sit on the table. You avoid making eye contact with Levi, suddenly embarrassed at the fact that you were sitting in here, alone with him, taking your clothes off. 

You feel him walk up, placing his hands on your shoulder. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” 

“You seem tense. Just, tell me if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” 

You nod as Levi starts the exam, pressing his firm fingers around your arms. He holds your elbow gently, moving each of your limbs in their joints as he watches the movements. He’s intently focused, watching your hands as he moves. 

You take the moment to memorize his features, never getting to be this close to him in the first place. He has a dimple, only one on the left side. Four freckles on his nose. Long eyelashes. Pink lips. 

Levi pulls his fingers closer to your shoulders, which should have been your first sign of danger. You’re ticklish, horribly so. He puts pressure on your shoulder joint and you laugh out loud, squirming away from his touch.

“Sorry, Levi. I’m ticklish.” 

You see a small smile spread across his face, as he shakes his head, returning to pressing his fingers to your shoulder again. He’s softer this time, his touch featherlike. 

“Are you enjoying your first term, Y/N?” 

“Yeah. It’s been a little stressful but everyone’s been nice enough.” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m friends with Hange and Moblit. We’re all in the same Pathology class, I think.” 

“Right. Moblit seems like a nice guy. Is he your type?” 

“What?” 

“In guys. Is he your type of guy? Unless you like girls?” 

“I like both. And no. Not exactly.” 

He switches to the other hand, switching sides to examine the other arm. 

“Wait. You didn’t finish the shoulder exam.” 

“I did it while we were talking. You’re less likely to feel ticklish if you’re distracted.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as Levi presses his fingers into your wrist, starting the exam all over again. You can feel the air getting warmer, your forehead burning as Levi continues to touch you, his words ringing through your minds. Is he trying to fluster you to distract you? His fingers pull up to your shoulder again and his voice throws you out of your thoughts. 

“You didn’t answer. What’s your type?” 

“Ah. Not sure.” 

“No pattern in previous people you’ve liked?” 

“Hm. I guess the quiet ones? All of the people I’ve liked were always a little bit more reserved, kept to themselves.” 

He nods, removing his hands from your shoulder as returns to the laptop, still perched on the desk. You hop off the table, walking over to where he was standing to read it over with him. 

“Fully functional arms, Y/N.” 

You give him a smile as he turns to the table, pulling the spare items out of his pocket. It’s his turn to take his pants off, wearing shorts under his scrub pants like you were. He pulls off his scrub top and you try your best not to full on ogle him. 

You get it now. Why he wears hoodies, jackets, and sweaters. Because he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s fucking ripped under there. 

You walk up behind him, placing your hands onto his shoulders as he tenses under the contact. 

“Sorry Levi. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable?” 

“Sure.” 

You take your index finger and run it down his spine, stopping for a few seconds at each vertebrae to feel for fluid. You feel Levi shiver as you move down each notch of his spine, trying to keep your touch as gentle as possible. 

“What’s your type? In girls? Unless you like boys?” 

“I like both.” 

You try your best to fight your smile as you move your hands from the bottom of his spine to the top of his shoulder blades, spreading your fingers against his biceps as you observe the movement. You’re lucky you have your back turned to him because the way you were staring at him was hardly appropriate. 

“Right. Your friend, she’s the one with the red hair. Petra. Is she your type?” 

“No. I like the smart girls. Stays behind in class, help their classmates out type.” 

You feel your cheeks burn as you move to the other side, taking in Levi’s words. You were the fucking class tutor. It’s literally your job to stay behind in class and help your classmates out. Surely that’s not what he meant. 

You pull back, removing your hands from Levi’s shoulders, as you return to the laptop. He joins you at your side, leaning over as you both read the slides. 

“Fully functional spine, Levi.” 

He gives you a smile as he heads back to the cubby, handing you your clothes and your coat. You both slip your clothes back on and wall down the hall, towards the library. In silence, your fingertips brushing against each other as you walk. You both stop at the front of the library, turning to the side to bid him goodbye. 

He reaches for your wrist and pulls it up, moving your fingers so your hand is open to the sky. You give him a questioning look, which he ignores, as he places a small sheet of white paper in your hands. He curls your fingers back, pressing the paper to your fingers, as he walks away without saying goodbye. 

You open the piece of paper to find his freakishly neat handwriting staring back at you. 

You’re very smart. 

Levi 

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