(General warning about language because it wouldn’t be Levi without it)
Tugging the blankets fully over your head, you turned your body to the wall, attempting to ignore the voice.
“[F/n], get your ass outta bed!” The voice said, clearly getting pissed off as they were once again ignored.
The voice let out a snort of exasperation. “Fine. I tried, Krista. She’s not moving, so let’s just go, I don’t need to get in trouble with shortstack again.” The sound of stomping footsteps retreating from your little nest followed, along with the door opening an
”I just want to see Heichou naked.” you announced casually, shrugging your shoulders. ”Well, what can I say. He’s hot, after all.”
Mikasa’s, Sasha’s and Christa’s eyes widened and you didn’t really see why, considering that they knew how much you liked the Captain.
That was what you said to your friends after Erwin told the soldiers that the spa was reserved for all of you. You’ve just come back from an expedition, and though there were several casualties, their number was not as much as usual. It was a bit cruel to say, but since none of your friends had died, you only felt relief
You sat on the couch, knees tucked up against your chest, your hands hugging underneath your knees, and stared.
What you were staring at was a desk.
On top of that desk were mounds of paper.
And behind that desk was a chair.
In that chair sat a certain Corporal, who also happened to be your boyfriend, with midnight locks and steely blue eyes, attempting to conquer the mountain of paperwork before him, his gaze never leaving from it.
You gave the oblivious man a scowl. He was always working, always doing more paperwork, always never having anytime to do “pointless things”, like the “pointless thing” you wanted to d
The Skilled Art of Flirting!
Warning: Hetalia men are flirting with YOU! Also there are a few curse words!
“Ravioli, ravioli!” Veneziano cheered and served the pasta. “Bella, won’t you give me your numberoli?”
“That’s so cute, Veneziano. You made number and ravioli rhyme!” You giggled at his silly pick up line.
Francis sat down beside you and put his arm around your shoulder. His sultry voice mumbled low into your ear. “If you chose him, he’ll make you breakfast every day, but if you chose me, I’ll be your breakfast every day. Je t’aime.”
“Oh my god Rin! I am so going to kill you” you growled as you looked in the mirror
“Just chill already, it’s almost gone” he sighed, lying on his bed and looking at his phone
“As if that was excuse, we both know you’ll just do it again as soon as this one leaves”
“So what? You love it” he smirked, not looking at you
“No I don’t!” you started, walking into his bedroom “do you know how many bottles of concealer I have used since we started dating? 5!”
“So don’t use so much!” he rolled his eyes
“What? Are you serious? I c
Tooru Oikawa was laying on his back on his couch, staring vacantly at the ceiling. He was thinking of a certain someone again; about the way you moved your fingers to gently soothe your neck after sitting at your desk all day, the way you laughed when you thought no one was looking that charmed him so, and most of all, the way you couldn't be bothered to put up with the showy side of him. Only a few of his closest friends saw through that façade of his, but you had been able to spot it from the start.
He liked it. No. He loved that about you.
True. At first, he had hated that about you. It was too much like himself. He didn't like not
WARNING: Mild sexual content and language. Strong language (I mean come on. It's Levi)
The wind was whipping your (Short/long/choppy etc.) hair around as you sped through the trees. You had a gleeful smile on your face and you were laughing. You loved the feeling of zooming in the air, the feeling of adrenaline rushing through your blood. Some of the other cadets gave you weird looks for laughing but you shrugged them off.
“Oi! Shitty brat! What are you laughing at?!” Levi yelled at you.
“Nothing, Levi~! Just enjoying the feel of being in the air!” you responded.
“Fucking idiot,” Levi growled under his