Levi Ackerman x Reader- The Competition Your lips were parted slightly as you turned the page of your book. Everything around you was washed away as you continued to read the story, becoming completely enveloped within it's words. it seemed as if you were in a daze, like you were daydreaming. Some had tried to speak with you, but to no avail. No matter how much they shook you or screamed in your ears, you wouldn't budge, wouldn't respond, wouldn't care. Eventually, an entire group had gathered around you, making a game our of your obliviousness.More Like This
"Whoever can get (Name) to notice them gets my dinner for a week!" Connie Springer shouted, standing on top of a table so that the crowd could hear him.
"And I'll clean the winner's maneuver gear for a month!" Jean called out.
After about twenty minutes, almost every member of the survey corps had something to offer the one who was able to distract you from your book. Sasha, of course, tried for the sake of getting Connie's food. Ymir tried as well because sh
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Leonardo Da Vinci jumped in his seat as the two obnoxiously loud knocks at the door disrupted his reading. Without waiting for permission, the white hooded visitor opened the door and made himself at home. Leonardo sighed and closed his book.
"What's wrong?" Ezio grinned, "you're not as hysterical as usual."
"It's this play I've been reading," Leonardo replied wistfully, dangling the book on his arm, "It's a tragedy."
"What, it's that bad?" Ezio frowned. Leonardo laughed.
"No, pucino, the play is a tragedy. It's a sad story; in fact," Leonardo added thoughtfully, "It reminded me a bit of you."
Ezio leaned back in his chair and set his feet on the coffee table, "How so?"
"Well," Leo stroked his beard, "The story is about a determined young nobleman who was framed for an atrocious crime, and sets to freeing himself and his name."
Ezio raised an eyebrow.
"Well, you could at least pretend to be interested." Leo muttered.
"Come ON, amico, I could
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Connor felt like throwing up, which was rarely a good thing.
He had never changed schools in his life. Going with his father to enroll was one thing, but actually attending was a different story.
He stuffed another binder in his backpack, grumbling about the darn things. He'd never had a use for them before, but his father insisted that Connor bring along the supplies Haytham had bought. His phone buzzed for a text message, and he couldn't stop a cheeky grin from taking over his face when he saw it was from Ellie. He opened the message and read it quickly.
“Need a ride?”
Connor almost jumped with joy. His father wouldn't have to go out of his way to take Connor to school.
Connor slung his backpack over his shoulder, hurrying down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen, grabbing some toast and a banana.
Haytham looked up from his own phone, brow furrowing. “Are you leaving now?” he asked, moving to stand up.
“Ellie offered to give me a ride. You don't need
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It had been a while now since Ezio left Venice and returned to Monteriggioni. During this time, Rosa hadn't heard a single thing from him. She didn't mind it that much, truth be told, as her friend had better things to do than constantly keep in touch and so had she. In fact, she hadn't even said goodbye to him as he left.
The latter had not happened on purpose. As soon as she had woken up the morning after she had sent Ezio out of her room, Antonio had assigned her and some other thieves to a mission, causing her to be away for a few days, a time during which the Assassin had already decided to return home again.
Deep down, the thief was actually glad for this. After what had happened between them, she had the idea being around him again would be awkward, to say the least, and frankly, she really didn't want to get in a difficult situation with him again. As such, she felt better now that he was gone again and decided to leave