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stilemawillow · 4 years ago

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MTIJ | Ch.4 Mr Sexy Intern, Let Me Introduce You to My Boyfriend (I)

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader (eren jaeger x reader)

word count: 4.6k

summary: a girl with a variety of hidden complexes has to live with a french asshole for nine months. easy? on the surface. problematic? definitely. romantic? not too much, or at least they’d make it a point to say so everytime when asked. the end? please, their dynamic isn’t as simple as that.

"I think I'm forgetting something. Something important." It was quiet before the words exited my lips. My eyes were narrowed in suspicion, but I wasn't sure why my sixth sense kept frantically tingling throughout the past few minutes. On the screen in front of me, Bugs Bunny was running away from the hunter, and Daffy Duck was being himself (so that meant an idiot who stayed alive just like myself). I had a delicious bowl of soup in my lap, a book was nestled at my side and my father’s intern was in the kitchen doing something. Of all things I could observe or do, I just had to stare into the abyss, thinking of what I'd forgotten.

... well, doing the intern sounds like a young adult novel’s plot but he's an ass and it’ll never happen so there’s no use considering it. It sounded so wrong when I said it in my head that I just shook it off and focused on remembering what I'd forgotten.

It was a rarity for me to be forgetful, more so it was considered a crime in a family of workaholics like mine - if I didn’t do everything for myself nobody would. During moments when I had somebody around, however, my guard fell and my brain liked to let go of random facts, which would later torment me with their absence. At times like these, it wouldn't be an understatement to say that it was a miracle I hadn't lost my ID somewhere and gotten arrested for not possessing an identification document and faking an identity.

Haha, that's a good one. I laughed out loud. But they'd never catch me. Was the next thought that made me chuckle darkly.

"What are you even laughing at?"

"How they'll never catch me with a fake identity." It slipped past my lips with ease but it sounded wrong in reality. The raven made no comment on the topic as my brows furrowed and I noticed the black screen before me. I sneezed three times, wiped my nose with my sleeve and stared at the ebony-haired intern who was standing behind me with confusion.

"Why is the TV screen blank?" The innocent face I put on, ever so oblivious to its own stupidity, probably made him ask himself if I was eighteen or eight. His expression was that of a hopeless person possessing the urge to facepalm against a wall. The one at fault for that expression would be me, or so I guessed, but as a person with enough audacity to wipe away my snot with my sleeve, I had not enough fucks to give about that.

"The electricity went off five minutes ago." The simple answer I was given made me blink a few times in his direction before I glanced back at the TV and recalled the time at the beginning of my absentminded thoughts when it had still worked just fine.

"I've been having an inner monologue for the past five minutes?" He nodded, making me wail. "I still feel like I'm forgetting something important, though." I complained with narrowed eyes and brows knitted in concentration. My sixth sense was tingling as the intern took the soup from my lap and made his way back to the kitchen with a sigh.

"It wasn’t that important then." He said on his way out and I whined in protest as he took off with my soup. I followed him into the kitchen, watching him place the bowl and press the ‘on’ button after setting the timer to a minute. I observed the little numbers count down the time in which my soup would warm up.

It's almost like a reincarnation. If only people could be like that, too. You put them in the microwave for sixty seconds and when the timer beeps, they're young again... wait. We're getting off-topic again. I shook my head stubbornly while scolding myself on the inside.

"My parents have forgotten me all too much in stores and I don't consider myself that unimportant. Thus, this rule is renounced." I stated confidently and the raven rolled his eyes with a snort.

"Then what's that thing you've forgotten?" He asked, mocking my inability to remember said thing. It pissed me off because the memory was blocked by something.

"I bet it has something to do with my social life." I stated as-a-matter-of-factly whilst putting an index finger in the air. The intern’s thin brows raised a bit as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

"You have one?" He was quick to mock, to which I gritted my teeth and glared at him. I gave him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to me but at the same time I was glaring him down so we were even.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I can't say the same about you, though." I received a glare as well, feeling satisfaction spread its wings on my back. I bit back a smirk and continued talking. "I'm sure it has to do with that - maybe if I check my phone..." I trailed off, already having headed back to the living room, leaving the raven to mumble under his breath as the microwave's timer went off in the background.

I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and started scrolling through my messages and calls and it didn’t take me long to realise what I’d been missing - one picture was all I needed. My eyes widened and all blood froze in my veins I began to panic. I knew it was important! I fucking knew it! Yet I'd ignored it up to now! God, clogged nose or not, I had to get out of this house as fast as possible.

"HOW COULD I FORGET!" The panicked shriek that escaped my lips was in no form, shape or way an actual question - I personally considered it a battle cry. I ran for my room, leaving Levi to stare at me with a bowl of soup in hand. With a quiet sigh, the raven placed it on the counter and promised himself the next time I wanted soup he wouldn't be serving it to me. He then followed me up the stairs.

In my room, I was desperately trying to find the thing I had in mind. It had been too long - I'd almost forgotten where I'd hidden it. Also, it wasn't such a wonder my sixth sense had been bugging me the whole ride home and minutes prior to my panic-induced frenzy. I was dumb and totally deserving of a punch or two, but that would just take more of the precious time I could use to change my clothes and get going. I kneeled by my bed, fishing the needed object from underneath and going straight for my wardrobe.

March 30th. How could I fucking forget?

It was a big event. Bigger than a pop quiz for a subject I disliked, bigger than a bitch I disliked dissing me, bigger than most things. Because it only happened once a year. Because I could probably google it and find something. It was humiliating for me of all people to have forgotten it, but I decided to suppress the guilt and act on making up for it. I undressed and ignored the mess I'd created, sneezing, coughing and slipping inside my jeans. I left them unbuttoned while putting on a top I hadn’t worn in a while. I straightened up, grabbed the bag I’d pulled out from under my bed and blew my nose in a tissue I found on my nightstand. Disgusting - I know, but I was in a hurry.

"What are you doing exactly?" The deep voice made me glance at the intern’s glaring eyes before I buttoned my jeans and snapped back at him.

"What does it look like to you?" I tossed the used tissue back on the nightstand, being graced by the way his whole face scrunched up at the action. He crossed his arms over his chest again, biceps beautifully outlined by his shirt.

Seriously, do you work out or does it come naturally? No, there's no fucking way for those to just appear out of nowhere. I'd have abs by now if they did. My eyes were quickly driven away from his upper arms as he cleared his throat to get my attention.

"Do check me out in secret, princess. Last time I checked you had a boyfriend." I blurted out a sarcastic ‘wow’ and fixed the raven with a glare whilst approaching him.

"The only thing you managed to think of when I was looking at the stain on your arm was that I was checking you out, asshole? Someone's pretty conceited." I retorted as-a-matter-of-factly with a light scowl and the moment his eyes went to check the truthfulness of my statement I slipped past him and sprinted down the stairs, hearing him call me a fucking brat as he realised what I’d done.

He was hot on my trail as I stepped into my converses without tying their laces and slammed the front door in his face. My lungs wheezed in protest as I rant to the bus stop - if I lost him now he wouldn’t be able to catch me since he didn’t know the neighbourhood that well yet. I couldn’t take my car since the keys were in the house but I saw the bus I needed pull up at the stop just as I’d arrived there. A grin made its way on my lips as I hurried to step inside and managed to do it without tripping or slipping or anything of the sort. Then the doors were closing behind my back and there was a hand pulling at my wrist, almost making me stumble backwards as I yelped.

"You get your ass back in the house now." The intern’s cold voice reached my eardrums as I turned around to look at him over my shoulder. I glared, furious that he would dare stop me when I was so close to my goal. This was a big day in my book and I had something of utmost importance to do, so I was determined not to let the raven-haired asshole ruin everything.

"I have something to do." I retorted straightforwardly, not caring if he wanted to stop me or not because he wouldn't be able to anyway. If it came down to it I was ready to scream he was a rapist who wanted to kidnap me or start crying so I could make him feel some pity and let me go. I had to choose one, but that wasn't the problem I had to face right now.

"Your father forbid me to let you out of the house without his permission." He returned like the overly caring mother I'd never had in my life. And since when did my father start caring that much anyway? Usually, the only problem for him would be if my grades were dropping drastically or if I were trying to sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to see Eren. He didn't really make a big deal out of it when I was trying to see Annie.

"You're not my babysitter." I countered defiantly with a glare that made the intern scowl darkly as he tugged on my wrist.

"But you're acting like a child." He returned with a strict frown on and I was sure I was actually pouting like a child (or a spoiled princess as he would try to mock), but I was set on not letting him and his orders from my father ruin my plans. Maybe if I sneezed on him I'd manage to shock him into letting go of my wrist. He didn't seem all too fond of germs and dirt, so that could actually work.

"I have something to do." I repeated my earliest of phrases and saw his lips part before a third voice cut into our small argument.

"And I have a bus to drive. Are you getting on or not?" The driver's words made us both shut up and face him. He was scowling and the conductor was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground - it made us realise this wasn’t the best place for our argument. Now was my time to act.

"Tell him that. I'm definitely getting on." I was determined to stay on this bus no matter what the intern thought or wanted, as hinted at by the spiteful emphasis. The driver looked at him, still gripping my wrist and blocking the doors, and I sensed I'd won. How would I not, after all?

"Young man, better decide whether you'll be staying with your girlfriend or not because I'm closing the doors and I don't care if your hand's in the way or not." The driver said, almost making me cringe at the words 'your girlfriend'. In contrast with every other heroine, the phrase didn't make me blush profusely or hide in shame. No, my choices were either laugh or snort with disgust. I already had a boyfriend, a perfect one at that, and the day I actually decided to date this asshole behind me would probably be the day scientists found a way for a horse to evolve into a unicorn. You know, pigs flying and all those miracles.

The intern had to make a critical decision and, after throwing me a murderous glare, he boarded the bus, not letting go of my wrist all the while. I was shocked beyond belief - I thought the raven would get off and let me do whatever I wanted rather than accompany me. He pulled me to the front and made me sit down before we paid for our tickets. The bus drove off, but I was still surprised things hadn't gone my way - I’d been certain what the outcome would be and wasn’t this. Letting me go would be easiest, it was what I’d predicted from what I’d already seen from him. Then again, the stupid asshole and his actions didn’t make any sense - and it confused me since I was used to being right when it came to people’s thinking. I guessed it would just take me a little while to unravel the gears turning in his head.

"Why didn't you say anything about it?" I asked annoyedly while staring out of the window, not daring to face him. When he asked what I meant, I only snorted spitefully at the nonchalant tone he tried to pull. I would later understand it was his default tone as well. “Me being your girlfriend. You were the one telling me that last time you checked I was taken."

"Well, you should've said it for yourself then. It's not my problem what others think." He was probably rolling his eyes right now and it was annoying me to no end. This man made no sense - he went and told me I had a boyfriend, making sure I understood he was aware of it, then I got called his girlfriend and he pretended not to fucking notice it. What kind of logic was that? I sure understood the part about not caring what others thought but he didn't come off as a person who’d let just anybody get called his significant other.

"Then I can tell others you're my sex slave and you'll be chill?" I turned to face him with a sneer, but I was afraid to admit he was actually pissing me off with his behaviour. It was confusing and it was annoying - most of all because subconsciously he managed to press my buttons in a way most people couldn't.

"Of course not. That's disgusting." He snorted in disgust and I was about to turn back to the window before his lips parted again. "Plus it wouldn't be plausible. If one of us had to be the other's sex slave, then that would be you. You're submissive anyway."

"As if you would know such a thing!" I hissed spitefully, my head whipping itself back to face his nonchalant scowl. He quirked a perfect eyebrow with a slight smirk ghosting over his lips at my defensive expression. I felt embarrassment eating at my side.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?" Time froze in that moment - I was a bit too aware of his hand on my wrist then. My first reaction was to redden, face heating up in a blush that was usually quite difficult to achieve. My mouth opened in an attempt to speak and save my brain the embarrassment - for a moment I’d felt ashamed for preserving my ‘innocence’ until now. And how would I not, standing next to somebody who probably had tons of sexual experience backing him up? It was impossible for me not to feel self-conscious.

"You don't ask a woman such things. Even more in public." I hissed out in a whisper, blood still circulating in my face, as the raven-haired asshole next to me ignored my glare with visible amusement lining his features.

"You're so ashamed to admit it. So insecure." He commented casually as if he was talking about the weather outside, making me angrier.

"I-I'm not insecure!"

Oh, God, I just stuttered. Under normal circumstances, I never stuttered. The only exceptions were whenever I was so afraid I could shit my pants or in situations so embarrassing I could barely stand them. A situation where you were conversing with your father's intern about your virginity was considered one, right?

"... is it obvious?" I asked a second later, actual insecurity showing itself for a second. I looked around warily, looking for anybody who might’ve been eavesdropping and then it dawned on me that even if somebody had heard us, they’d immediately tuned it out since wasn’t a conversation anybody would willingly listen to. We were discussing virginity and insecurities for fuck's sake. A normal person would avoid listening to us.

"Here. See?" He needn't even smirk for me to understand he was beyond smug due to his correct guess. For all I knew he could've made a shot in the dark and hit the Jackpot by chance. It could've been a coincidence. But now it was too late to deny anything or argue furthermore about it. It wouldn't turn back time and erase his victory or win me my own. This battle was lost. The war, however, hadn't even started, I concluded a second later while collecting my composure.

"Whatever, asshole. Just shut up." I tried placing my hands in my lap so I could calm myself down by playing with my fingers, but then I realised he was still holding me. "And let go of my wrist already." I scolded coldly, making him snort since he had nothing to sass me with. We travelled in silence for a few minutes before the raven managed to remember something that obviously prompted his curiosity.

"Where are you going anyway?"

"You'll see." I brushed it off, staring out of the window and rubbing the spot he’d held like I wished to wipe away the invisible dirt he’d left there. And since he had no choice, so he waited.

After we were out of the bus I checked the bag I was holding a few times before glancing up at the intern, who was staring at me expectantly. He was waiting for me to explain what the fuck was going on and what the fuck we were doing here, or so I guessed. So I spoke.

"I have to go and see Eren. It's his birthday." I sighed and the raven quirked an eyebrow, willingly walking by my side towards Eren's apartment. Beige building, eighth floor, first door on the right - my safe haven and the only place filled with so much of my boyfriend’s gamer energy it brought me bad luck at Mario Cart. The intern echoed his name boredly and I nodded. "Yes. Eren Jaeger." I remembered briefly how I’d struggled with his name in the beginning. I was missing teeth and couldn’t for the life of me make the smooth transition between the beginning and the vowels right after. I wouldn’t apologise for it but he would still say it was okay. The day he reassured me I’d have a lot more time to get it right was the day I unofficially became so lovesick I decided I would willingly combust if he wasn’t my boyfriend by the time we started high school. I wasn’t ashes in an urn right now, so that one worked out.

"And who is that?" The raven spoke and inserted me back into reality - the question wasn't stupid nor naive and its source wasn't either. I was sure the intern had a pretty good idea of who Eren was already. It would take an idiot not to put the pieces together and he wasn't an idiot judging by the fact he’d earned himself a sponsored nine-month internship abroad. Not to mention in the U.S.A., where everything was more expensive than it should be.

It would be fun to mess with them. I smirked at the thought, making the raven eye me suspiciously. The idea was ridiculous, him coming along was ridiculous and forcing Eren into tolerating it would be even more ridiculous. Either way, I could probably do nothing about it. Or maybe--- Annoying him into leaving isn’t t too far-fetched. He doesn’t know how annoying Eren and I can be.

I started glaring upon remembering the intern’s constant imperative demeanour - it was as if he thought he had something that placed him above me, or turned me into a hopeless puppy kneeling at his feet. I wasn't like that. I'd never be. And certainly not for him anyway. I snorted, looking up at him for a second and thinking how he noticed everything I did no matter how small, almost like he saw through me. I wondered if he could also read my mind, added to the fact he'd gotten under my skin successfully.

I snorted again, this time in disgust, and was pretty sure he glanced briefly my way. We were already in front of the beige apartment complex where Eren lived. Just a few more minutes and I'd have the brunet's pretty face in my sight instead of this... this... I looked at him when we stopped right in front of the entrance and he probably sensed my gaze since his eyes slowly left the building and locked with mine instead. I stared harder, thinking of the precise words to describe him with as my eyes narrowed and my mouth formed a pout.

This...

"Goddamn Adonis." That was in no form, shape or way an insult, nor was it meant to leave my lips, but the venom with which it was filled almost splattered on the ground, so I thought it wasn't that bad. The intern’s grey eyes didn't change, his eyebrows didn't raise or furrow and his face didn't show any kind of reaction - not a single clue that he'd even heard me. Had he reacted on the inside I would've been happy to look at it, but then again I was no mind-reader so I doubted it'd be possible even if he had.

"That was quite charming, princess, but you shouldn't compliment other guys just outside your boyfriend's home." The raven's face wasn't smug, but his voice... oh, his voice. Hearing that smooth, smug-laced, confident shit made me want to slap away that kind of voice from his vocal cords. If only voices and their varieties were like an app. It'd be so easy to mute somebody and it wouldn't even get you arrested. Life could be great.

With a glare and a snort, I spun on my heel and stormed inside the apartment complex, going up the stairs like a madwoman. I reached Eren's floor a few minutes later - sweaty, panting and with screaming muscles seconds away from giving out. I was totally out of breath, I was sick and I could feel I was about to sneeze, but I was determined not to show weakness in front of that asshole. No. Not when he was just a floor below me, smirking cockily and not having produced a single bead of sweat. I knocked on Eren's door a few times, hearing panting inside and something getting dragged across the floor before the brunet called out.

"I'm coming!" The muffled voice sounded tired, strangled and literally the complete opposite of his usual cheerful, nice and sweet timbre. A few coughs were heard on the other side before the door was opened, only to reveal the form of my sick boyfriend - a running red nose, half-lidded eyes, pale skin, messy brown locks and a blanket wrapped around his body. He hadn’t been expecting guests so his eyes widened when he saw me. "(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse and, for your information, Eren's hoarse voice was like a morning voice - groggy and husky in a sexy way, unlike mine, which sounded much like I had a frog stuck in my throat.

"Don't '(Y/N)' me, Eren. Did you think I'd forget my own boyfriend's birthday?" I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout on my lips, the bag still in my hold. A voice cut Eren off before he could actually answer.

"Isn't that what actually happened, princess?" That deep, smooth motherfucker's voice made something snap inside me. I'd totally forgotten about him and how he'd followed me here just because my father needed to know his daughter was yet to die while riding the bus.

"'Princess'?" Eren's eyebrow quirked as mine twitched in irritation and the intern finally came into view, going up the last few stairs and joining my side, all too close for my own dismissal. I was going to step closer to my dishevelled boyfriend when it occurred to me I could do something way better.

"What princess? I think you misheard something. He said my name, right?" My face was as innocent as it could be and right when his smug voice was about to ruin my fantasy of sustaining a steady relationship I elbowed him. He held his abdomen with a glare, almost like he wanted to cough. My form had hidden the action and I held back the urge to rub my elbow - what did he fucking have under that shirt? A washboard? "Right?" My voice held no spite, only a silent threat and fake innocence. He nodded in confirmation.

"You must've misheard." The raven corrected himself and Eren nodded suspiciously, his tired eyes were now beyond focused on us.

"I think you still don't know each other. Levi - this is Eren Jaeger. My boyfriend." I smiled slightly, putting emphasis on the last word just to make sure the intern understood he'd die if he tried to screw up my relationship. I stepped closer to Eren now as his teal hues eyed the raven whose movements indicated no intention of shaking hands with the brunet. "And, Eren - this is Levi Ackerman. My... " I trailed off hesitantly, glancing at the intern’s frowning visage prior to forcing a fake smile. "My father's new intern."

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#mtij #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #idk whether to tag eren x reader lol #there is a lot of it #and there will be a lot more #but... idk i don't want hoes cursing me in my inbox because i've set up a thirst trap #anywaysssssss #this story is frankly not going anywhere in the next... two chapters #so i'll post them real quick this week and get started with the spice #i'm really struggling to put levi back in fucking character after butchering him as a fucking kid u kno #that shit hard a hell #harder than the washboard abs

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