oneshots ⤷‧₊˚ levi ackerman

⤷‧₊˚ oops [sick levi x reader]

Decided to switch things up and write a modern one-shot. Sorry if Levi is a bit OOC in this, I'm assuming Levi is quite submissive in relationships. But we don't know, as Levi has never been in one.

ALSOOO THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR 220+ READS! LIKE!??! WTF!?!

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Y/N POV

Type Type Type!

Those bloody clicking noises ring through my ears as I type out numerous emails to customers by which I call demanding Karens.

Yeah, as if I'm going to tell anyone that, I'll get the sack!

As you can probably tell, I'm at work. My husband, Levi is currently cleaning – well that's what I think, but it's no surprise if I'm right.

I sighed, looking at my clock.

WHAT!?

I still have 2 hours left of the day! I've already felt like I've produced wrinkles!

"Y/n get the papers from the printer for me will ya?" my co-worker, Eren asked from opposite me.

"Get it yourself, fatty!".

Someone heard "Y/N, FIX YOUR TONE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS IN THE OTHER DOOR!".

Jeez.

Eren growled, whilst mumbling some nonsense like "grumpy hag" or "I hope you choke on that keyboard of yours."

What a child...

That boy needs to learn some independency and do things for himself.

Oh, here he comes, all high and mighty. After giving me a death glare, he carries on to mumble incoherent nonsense before taking off to work at his computer.

I just decide to mute my ears and ignore that large mouth of his.

At that moment, my phone jumps up buzzing on the desk making my co workers look up and stare at me.

"It's rude to stare" I spat. I hate being stared at. They immediately turn back around.

I quickly muted my phone and saw my oh-so-handsome husband Levi's name.

'Mr Clean Fairy🧚‍♂️💖💍'.

I may act like a child sometimes. I'm 26, married, no kids, but hey who cares.

Answering I said "Hello Levi, how comes you're calling me at this hour?" I answer confused, he never calls me at work unless it's an emergency...unless-

"Y/N! I'm dying! Quick come home!!" he hoarsely shouted.

What in the holy mother freaking walls- wait what.

"H-hey calm down, I'm coming now! I'll be there in 10 minutes. Uh, don't die...!?" I panicky rambled. (excuse my weird wording sob)

"Get here Y/n now!" he groaned and started to cough, but it cut short like those memes and hung up.

Gosh why am I thinking like this!?

I dashed out of my chair, not giving two shits about startling the other workers. This is an emergency.

Lord, my husband is dying! My boss can't fire me for this.

I packed everything – spirited to my car and started up my car faster than I've ever done and drove off straight home.

Gosh I hope he's ok.

He better not be dead!

About 10 minutes of me hyperventilating, I parked up and dashed to the front door. Jumbling the god-for-saken 86584693 keys. Eventually I open the door, fly through and smash the door closed – not caring about it breaking - before flying up the stairs.