Tsk. So toxic (Levi Ackerman X Reader)

A confession

Captain Levi and you officially started going out. And by "officially" we mean sneaking out to your room at nights to have sex with you and then leave your room, unnoticed and unheard, covered by dark and deep shadows. For the first few times, it felt amazing. You shared a mistery, that got your blood running and your heart beating faster. But soon you got bored of that ritual, as the ritual was, perhaps, the only good thing you two had. It didn't take long, though, since everyone was talking about your couple. And the rumours and gossips that you heard were not very pleasing to your pretty ears. Probably, because you two were never seen together as couple goals, you know? Never holding hands, sharing looks and smiles, sneaking a few kisses here and there, finishing each other's sentences, paying compliments and acting goofily. All that sappy romantic things that every couple has at the beginning of every relationships. When it seems that the lovers just can't get enough of each other. Instead, the only thing you two turned out to be good at was fighting. Perhaps, due to the fighting your make-up sex, that almost always followed your passionate arguments, was so enjoyable for both of you? Well, who but you two could tell...

Anyway, after three weeks of that weird union, that felt more like playing tag-of-war than loosing your head in the clouds of love, you thought you'd had enough. You were fed up to your throat by all of Levi's jealousy, his constant remarks about your outfits, his annoying habit to bottle up every single emotion he happened to feel. You were tired of always having to explain yourself to him every time he caught you laughing (or, no way you didn't, drinking tea with someone but Levi) with some guys from Marley. You began to think that those complicated relationships were not that perfect as everyone around you thought they'd be. By the way, Hanji wasn't actually very surprised to learn (or, say, understand) that you two were a thing now. Yeah, Levi forbade you to tell anyone you were seeing each other. "It's necessary for our own safety" — he scolded, once you dared to disagree. But Hanji told you secretly that she was very happy for you two and that she rooted for your couple since the very beginning of your prolonged stay on the island. But it was easy for her to say. She wasn't the one dating captain Levi.

Also, Levi turned out to be even grumpier than before when it came to showing at least an once of his affection for you in public. You remained clueless why he behaved that way. Though, you did really enjoy seeing him in your bed since he was strong and had quite a stamina. All was, pretty much, nice and even tolerable in its own way, and you hoped Levi's weird attitude towards you would soon change when he saw what a great girlfriend you were to him. But that evening, when you danced with the soldier named Connie, you were thinking about your current relationships, completely ignoring the vicious look, fixed on Levi's face, that was the moment when you realised, you were truly unhappy.

— Tell me, (Y/N), — Levi said, slamming the door of your room behind him and watching your every move, — is it your personal kind of pleasure to piss me off?

— What, Levi, what did I do wrong this time? — you didn't even try to hide your annoyance with yet another Levi's frustration with your actions. Or words. Or looks. It could be anything, at this point. You thought that your whole existence must have become unbearable for him.

— Why were you dancing with that giant Conny? — Levi leaned on the door and crossed his arms on the chest. His typical pose, accompanied with his typical expression of disgust on his face.

— What is so bad about dancing with someone? He asked me. Should I have declined?

— Yes! You're supposed to be...

— Your prisoner? — your tired voice grew stronger and you began shrieking at him. The cadets, that gathered underneath your window, could probably hear you. Well, it wasn't for the first time, was it?

— What? Tell me, Levi. Why are you so afraid when I talk to other men? Why do you get so nervous when I flirt innocently with a guy who sells food in the village? What's wrong with a quick chat? Just a few words, a few innocent smiles — that's it! Why are you so convinced I won't stop there?