All That Jazz Too
Levi x Reader - AU
A/N: This is a continuation of my previous story "All That Jazz"
Levi woke up feeling quite different that morning in his little apartment, nervousness and anxiousness took over his thoughts. He took a little extra time to look nice today, even going as far as wearing a nice jacket in the hot ass weather. He needed to make a better impression on her today to try to redeem himself, he did steal her spark plug and make her cry after all. But he was determined to make up for it. He also grabbed his prized Carvin guitar before heading out the door, since he had a surprise up his sleeve for today's little date. Surprisingly, you two only lived a few short minutes away from each other. No wonder you both found that little coffee shop that he plays at. He yawned loudly while driving, since normally by now he would have had his morning tea. But waiting to drink it with you was gonna be worth it.
You, meanwhile, had just kind of rolled out of bed and did your basic routine. Nothing too fancy, just enough for you to be presentable. It was just morning tea right? No need to go all out. In the midst of getting ready, you heard a loud honking noise outside your house. Was Levi here already? You decided to go outside and see for yourself. You slipped on your shoes quickly and walked outside, forgetting to turn your tv off in the process. You saw the familiar black Camero, and crawled inside, Levi's eyes on you.
"Got my spark plug?" You asked in a teasing manner.
"Tch. No. I got you a newer and better one dummy. It's the least I could do after making you cry."
"Oh! ...Thank you!"
"Don't mention it."
His car had a peculiar smell, a mix between his cologne, cigarette smoke, and multi-purpose cleaner. It wasn't too bad actually, besides the smoke part.
"Hey, by the way, I've kissed you but I don't even know your name. If we're gonna go on a date shouldn't I at least know your name?" He spoke, getting your attention.
"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry I forgot about that...my name is (first). (First) (last). I know you're Levi because they put that sign outside the coffee shop that says when you're playing. But I don't know your last name thought."
"Ackerman. It's Levi Ackerman."
You smiled at him, almost in a cheesy way. You heard your phone vibrate and you pulled it out, noticing a text from Jean asking if everything's ok. You don't know how, but somehow Levi must have picked up on the fact that it was a guy texting you.
"That your boyfriend or some shit?"
You looked his way and blushed, embarrassed he would ask something like that.
"No! I mean, it's a guy, but just a friend..."
"Do you like anyone?"
"I'm not gonna answer that." You spoke with a grin. You just wanted to play with him, it was obvious you liked him. Right?
"Tch. ...(first), I'm going to tell you this once and only once. When I set my heart on something, I don't give up until it's a reality. Remember that."
You blinked at his statement, not exactly sure how to respond. He was very odd, you could never really know what to expect with him.
"I see...you sound really determined."
"Damn right. Well. Here's your car. I'll put the spark plug back in and then we can go inside."
"Ok!" You spoke cheerfully before exiting his car.
He was able to put it in without any trouble. I mean, putting in a spark plug wasn't exactly rocket science. Subconsciously though, once he was done you took hold of his free hand. He jolted a bit at the sudden unexpected action, but didn't mind your touch. Your hand was soft and gentle to him, it was a nice since his hands were heavily calloused due to years of guitar playing.
"Well that should do it. Let's go inside and order our fucking drinks already. If not I'll get even more agitated that usual."
You nodded rapidly and started walking towards the front door. The last thing you wanted to do was get Levi in an even grumpier mood. As you entered, a few regulars were there and gave you both states. The famous Levi was hand-in-hand with none other than (first). You seated yourselves at a table next to the window, and your favorite waitress made her way over to you both.
"My my! I never would have though I'd see Shorty and (first) together! Levi, I'll get you your tea. And what to you want today (first)? Tea or coffee?"
"Tea today, Hanji," you said with smile.
"Tch. You're more annoying than usual shitty glasses. It's none of your concern if I come here alone or some here with someone." Was Levi really being rude to Hanji? Or was this just showing how casual he was with her? Either way, you were pretty shocked by his choice of words.
"Yeah yeah, I'll be back in just a second you two~!" And without further ado, she danced her way to some other tables to serve.
"Tch, she's a pest."
"Oh she means well....by the way Levi, I know that you play guitar and all, but would you be willing to tell me a little more about yourself? We are on a date after all, and I hardly know anything about you."
"I could say the same about you as well. I don't even know a thing about you besides that you tip well and where you live. Why don't you take your own advice, then I'll tell you whatever you wanna know."
His persuasion skills must be superior to most, because that completely caught you off guard. Still, he did have a point, and you didn't mind telling him about yourself.
"Ok...well, I grew up around this area in a family of five. I lived with my parents, older brother, and younger sister. My dad was an electrician and my mom was an accountant. I had a pretty normal life growing up. My dad listened to a lot of older music so that's kind of how I got into jazz and blues. I really wanted to be a magazine publisher when I was in high school and move to New York City. I went to college there and worked as an intern for this rude magazine editor. I hated it, even though that's what I went to school for, I hated the way these big companies ran things. So I moved back here after I realized that's not what I wanted. Now I write for the local newspaper and earn a descent living doing it. I hope one day to get married and start a family of my own. In my spare time I'll listen to music, read, and play street hockey with a few close friends in my driveway. ...That's about it. Sorry if you're disappointed, I know I'm not that interesting."
"...Not interesting? You gave up a huge job because it wasn't your style. You were honest with yourself about what you wanted and didn't cave in just because of the money. That takes balls, don't think for a minute that's not extraordinary. Also, you play street hockey? That's pretty cool. I use to do it a lot as a kid."
"Oh...I guess I never thought of it that way. Thanks...you know Levi, you perceive things different than other people. Maybe it has to do with being a musician, but I really like that about you."
"Hm, I guess your right. I just think what I think, there's really nothing to i-"
"Here's your drinks! Enjoy! Just let me know if you need anything else!"
"Oh- thanks Hanji! I think were good for now."
"Alright then! I got go put in some orders, let me know when you're ready for a check." And once more, she skipped away happily. How she keeps up all that energy is a mystery to you both.
Levi drank his tea rather...strange. He put his hand over the top of tea cup, not on the handle. You decided not to say anything about it, and sipped your tea in a normal fashion. Levi let out a relieved sigh, he must have been dying from lack of the nice beverage.
"Alright, I guess it's my turn now. But I'm telling you right now, you may not like what you hear, and you'll probably think differently of me after this. When I was young, I too lived with my parents, but I was an only child. Both of them were doctors as I recall, and we had a relatively normal life. When I was five or six, they were murdered at the hospital where they worked by some motherfucker who's wife didn't make it through an operation. At least I think that's what happened. It's kinda all a blur to me. I was taken in by a kind family friend, and since I've known him longer I like to think of him as my dad. However, the neighborhood that he lived in was a fucking trash hole. Crime and criminals cast a shadow over the entire area. In my boredom, and to help heal myself, I started to learn guitar. My new foster dad, Kenny Ackerman, only had old jazz records so that's what I ended up listening to and learning to play."
He paused briefly, and took a sip of tea. His eyes somehow seemed to get darker, as if he was hesitant to continue.
"...When I was older, around 13 or so, I got involved with a gang. All we would do is petty stuff like beating up rival gang members and steal shit from people. My dad grew worried about me, but I was a punkass and ignored his concern. Eventually though, things began to escalate in my life. After high school I was in a jazz band that played at this bar, even though I was underage they still let me play there. We began to build a nice reputation, and many people told me I was good enough to be famous one day. The band was filled with nothing but losers, but I still fell for their stupid bullshit. They told me all the great jazz musicians did heroin, so I started picking up the filthy habit. I never shared a needle with anyone or anything disgusting like that, but I was hooked on that shit and couldn't stop. My gang on the other hand was getting me into other drugs like cocaine and PCP. I'd go out and steal a bunch of shit and sell it for drug money, it was the only I could feed that awful habit. I remember one night I hit the needle and did multiple lines of coke. I had overdosed before, but nothing like this. I was taken to the hospital by my dad when he found me on the floor of my bathroom, and I almost didn't make it. I flat lined multiple times, but luckily they brought me back. I felt so ashamed, I felt like a loser. I've only seen my dad cry once in his life, and it was that day. I couldn't stand to see him like that, so I quit cold turkey. I was nauseous, irritable, and in pain for several days after that. The withdraw symptoms for me were awful. But, I stuck it out and became clean. I eventually decided to move out of that hellhole, and so I came here. Leaving the past behind made me feel at peace, finally. I started to work at a book and music store to making a standard living, and I would play a few gigs on the side for money. Eventually, they hired me here to play on Friday nights. My hobbies are guitar, harmonica, occasionally piano, reading, and cleaning. I can't stand filth. So...is that enough information for one day?"
You sat there, drinking in all that he had told you. The man had literally told you his life story, but you couldn't say a word. He had experienced absolute tragedy, yet here he stood in front of you. Now you knew. You finally knew what made his music so beautiful. His music was a story, a story from his heart that was written in music notes. Your eyes gazed into his, and somehow, after his heartfelt story, he seemed at peace when he looked at you.
"...Well, aren't you gonna say anything? Tch. I knew you'd judge me after I told you that."
"No no, Levi- I'm just sitting here speechless because I've finally realized what makes your music so beautiful and special!"
He looked at you once more, and chuckled slightly. A small smile emerged onto his face before it was hidden by his tea cup. You finished the last of your tea and let out a satisfied sigh.
"That's the best part of my morning, their tea and coffee here are the best I swear." You spoke with pure bliss.
"Yeah. It's the reason I started coming here."
Levi stared to move his body, and you noticed him reach into his back picked for his wallet. He left a twenty, more than enough to cover the tea and tip. You guess he didn't actually hate Hanji after all. He stood from his chair and stretched slightly.
"I don't wanna deal with four eyes anymore. I'm gonna go get something out of my car, then were going to take a walk somewhere. And you can't say no."
Without waiting, he trudged off to the parking lot. He must really serious about this date, and you were more than willing to spend more time with the man. But you had to wonder, why you? Sure, you were a fairly attractive young woman, but nothing particularly stood out about you. Spending time with him though, you felt some sort of chemistry between you two. He came back inside the shop, his guitar case in hand. You smiled warmly at him, if he was planning on playing for you, you were sure as hell gonna listen.
"Alright brat, let's get going."
"Tch. You sound like a five year old."
You giggled, and exited the shop by his side. You two chatted about trivial things on the walk, such as the weather and construction on the main roads. You noticed a few young girls look and point at Levi on the other side of the street, giggling at the short, attractive man. He didn't pay them any mind though, still talking about his disdain for lazy construction workers. Soon enough though, you found yourselves inside the local park. There were kids playing off in the distance and joggers jogging along the trail, but Levi seated himself on a bench away from all the distractions. He undid the claps on his guitar case, and pulled out the sleek red jazz guitar.
"I don't want you to say anything left, just listen, ok?" Levi said in a more serious time than usual.
You nodded at him, and looked at him as he pulled out a guitar pick from his pocket. He looked into your eyes, and started to play a beautiful, soft jazz tune. It wasn't anything crazy like he'd do at the coffee shop, just pure, calm jazz. His gaze never left you, never once looking away. You felt you heart best heavily in your chest, all of this too much for you to take. If he was trying to seduce you, it was surely working. Those riffs could make almost any girl's panties drop. He continued to play for several minutes, no words needed to be spoken between the two of you. His breathing became rather deep as he played, and eventually, the sound from his final chord lingered through the air. Even after he finished playing, there was still a beautiful silence between the two of you.
"...Can you guess what I was thinking about while I was playing that?"
You became flustered and looked down, unable to face him while he looked that attractive.
"I...I'm not sure. ...Was it your past or something?"
Levi's eye twitched, and he furrowed his brows in annoyance.
"You really can't take any subtle hints can you? I was thinking about you, you moron!"
You were surprised at his words, you honestly wouldn't have guessed he would be so sweet towards you. Even with the way he said it, you still were flattered by his words.
"Levi....that's so sweet! I'm sorry...I'm not really great words but, it was beautiful. There's nothing in the world like your music."
"Thank you. Expect more where that came from." He spoke, placing a hand on your hip. Your face turned pink at his sudden touch.
He leaned in to your face slowly, and stopped before his lips touched yours. You heard him hum slightly, and he bit his lip. You could feel his warm breath on your mouth, making you flustered. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you passionately. The outside world became tuned out as you two locked lips. His taste was delicious, the black tea from before still lingering on his tongue. His tongue entered your mouth with much movement, as if he were making love to you with his mouth. You wrapped your arms around gently and kissed him like your life depended on it. His chapped lips felt euphoric against yours, and his hands went up and down your sides. His touch send shivers down your spine, making your back tingle with pleasure. He finally moved up to kissed your nose, and removed his hands from your body. Your face was scarlet, Levi's face held a faint blush too.
"S-sorry about that...I didn't mean to get so handsy...."
Was the oh-so-cool Levi letting down his defenses. He was so cute when he was nervous.
"It's ok...I don't mind."
Levi turned to put his guitar back in it's case as you turned your body, looking up into the sky. Once he was done, Levi also turned forward, and put his arm around your shoulders.
"I'd like to do this a lot more." He finally spoke.
"Me too...I really have enjoyed spending time with you."
"Give me you phone."
You looked at him questioningly, unsure of his motive.
"Don't look so cautious you idiot, I just wanna put my number in your phone. That way you can call me if you wanna do this again sometime."
You handed him your phone, and he noticed a message from Jean, glaring at the screen. He typed in his name and number quickly, handing it back to you with a goofy heart he had put next to his name. You giggled at his action, and leaned against him playfully.
"There. Now you don't have to text that loser when you're bored. You can just text me."
You laid on him contently for several minutes, as he held your body close. Getting closer to his neck, you could hear his heart beat. In that moment, you were so lucky he was alive. He could have died at one point of his life, but here he was, holding you. You never wanted this feeling to go away, everything just felt so right. Levi laid is head on top of your and inhaled the nice scent of your hair.
"What is it?"
"...I know we talked all about our pasts today, but you never told me what you wanted in the future."
"Hn. Well...I was thinking after we get married, we could have about three kids? Maybe two boys and a girl? I'm awful with coming up with names though. And I'd like to continue playing guitar on the side as well."
You jerked up and looked at him. The surprises with this man never seemed to end.
"Marriage? I've only know you for two days!"
"We've know of each other for several months though, to be fair. And remember what I told you in the car this morning. I've got my heart set on you. You've gonna marry me one day (first) (last). You just are."
"Yeah if I win, you have to buy me a new amp for my guitar."
"...And if I win?" You spoke with a grin.
"...Well then that's just your loss. But don't worry, you're gonna marry me."
He cut you off with small kiss. You didn't say a word after that, you just looked at him and rolled your eyes. Then again, being married to Levi wouldn't be so bad. But this was was to early to be thinking about such thing. But still, you started to think about what your life would be like with him. You'd have little ones running around, in awe of the skill their father possessed. It might not be such a bad idea...but this was good enough for now. You enjoyed him, and he enjoyed you.
"Come on, let's walk back. It's getting hot out and I can't stand this heat."
You graciously nodded and agreed, taking your hand in his. It was too early to realize it, but you had certainly captured the heart of the mysterious jazz musician. There was an unspoken connection between the two of you, like some unknown force pushing you both together. Something about this just meant to be. Something about this seemed to be foreshadowing to something greater to come.