Levi x Reader |Living As Levi's Girlfriend|You weren't sure who was going to go insane first, you, or Levi. Levi was currently massaging his temples, while you fake smiled at Hanji who was irritating the crap out of you both.More Like This
"We really should go out to town! It'll be so much fun, we can buy chocolate, walk around-"
"Shut up, shitty glasses." Levi hissed out, and Hanji just pouts.
"But Levi, I heard that there was a new cleaning store in town!" Hanji yells, and Levi's eyes widen. He seems to be in deep thought for a moment, before getting up, and looking at you.
"I know I'm going to regret this, but let's go." Levi mumbles, and you sigh, getting up as well.
"Hanji, you gave me a headache." You whined, and Levi just smacks her on the head. Hanji was too busy grinning to care though.
"Thank you guys, you won't regret it." Hanji says, before running to the doors of the HQ. Levi just groans, and you place a peck on his cheek.
"Come on, it can't be that bad." You say, smiling. Levi doesn't say anything, rather he just takes
Muses Come, Muses Go [Muse!Levi x Writer!Reader] “I can’t take this anymore!”More Like This
The stifled moan that lets itself out from your chapped lips is accompanied by an annoyed huff, a rough hand in your [ hair length ][ hair colour ] crown of locks over your cranium and then a light bump on the cold and hard edge of your loyal aluminum laptop. There’s an agonised hum of defeat rumbling from your throat as you rub your forehead against its edifice in a livid and crazed manner.
How long have you discarded your health, your physique, your sanity and senses for this literary dilemma? You’ve slept lesser and lesser, you ignore the pleas of hunger or thirst—as if you’ve never come across them, you drive yourself to talking out the scenes of your stories and you’ve forgotten the look of life, of reality! This, the lonely and forlorn suffering of the mind unfathomable to the eye—a lost memory of w
Sanguine Forsaken - AU!Levi x ReaderMore Like This
Being an internationally famous rock star was probably about as glamorous as it was advertised to be – which was not at all.
You’d only been in the music industry for five years but your unrivalled voice and the way you wield a guitar soon left you as one of the most successful women in music. Not only did you have killer vocals and could play multiple instruments as if you came out of the womb rocking tunes, but you were also voted as the third sexiest woman alive. When you saw that in the gossip section of the magazine you’d been reading you could only think that the entire world had gone blind.
Your band, The Sanguine Forsaken, had four other members in the mix. All male, none as popular as you, and in fact they saw their lack of popularity as a blessing. You couldn’t walk two metres outside your house without some crazed fan drooling all over you, which made it difficult when you wanted to actually have a life outside of your bedroom.
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