Levi Ackerman x Reader Oneshots

Wait you think I'm cute? | fluff

"Get in."

His words were sharp, his tone of impatience more than evident to your ears. The passenger door to his car left wide open for you to climb in, his hand steadily holding the door for you. Your eyes lingered over his expression, tired and uninterested as always.

Clambering in, without any sort of balance you wonder if you had disturbed him from the quiet Friday night that he had planned. Before you had put on your seatbelt, you turned over to the passenger window, the door now shut and pulled a saddened face, waving to your friends who had stuck by you on the curb, waiting for Levi to pick you up.

Soon the driver's side of the door suddenly opened and Levi climbed in, shutting the car door with a soft slam. Still waving, you miss his tut before he reaches over you, pulling over your seatbelt for you.

You're taken by surprise when he pulls the leather material over you and your thoughts, a pool of warmth linger by your gut at his small touch, the alcohol not taking long to make you feel so touch starved.

Your boyfriend says nothing more to you before he adjusts his own seatbelt into place and starts the engine of the car. The car remains quiet between the two of you as you pull out into the main street of the bustling city, behind you can hear the noise of cars honking and right out of the window views of you can see groups of people heading for the clubs as they stumble over the crossings.

The car comes to a slow stop in front of a red light and Levi rests his head in the palm of his hand, his elbow raised on the car window. He hasn't looked at you since, and after all these years you've known him you already know his answer but still ask anyway.

"Are you mad at me?" you question, your throat is raw and dry making your voice sound quiet. For a moment you think he didn't hear you the first time and after a few seconds of re-building your confidence to try again, he cuts you off before your lips even part.

"What do you think?"

"Levi–"

"I specifically told you to be careful with how much you drink and you ignore me."

"It was an accident!" You swore, "I–I just lost count of how many drinks Hange had given to me by then."

He hums slowly in disbelief.

"Levi, I swear!"

The red light soon turns the green and the car inches forward slowly, picking up its speed as Levi travels down the main road. He continues to chastise you, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Now I have to drag myself out here to pick you up, all drunk and dirty." He mutters, "And don't try putting on that cute shit m' not in the mood."

You sink back into your seat, mulling over his words melancholy until that one star phrase catches you off guard.

"Wait," you say hesitantly, his words now setting into your mind, "You think I'm cute?"

"That's not the point–"

"No, no, no, " you lean over to him enthusiastically, "I want to hear more on that subject."

"You're drunk."

"Barely. I have it all out of my system now that I've thrown up."

"I'm not talking to you." Levi murmurs, keeping his eyes on the road, the streetlights of the city illuminating his face each second before fading away into a shadow until the next one appears. Looking at him now, even in his angry state, you think he's beautiful. From the arch of his brow, from the tip of his nose, to the plumpness of his soft lips that you like to kiss for hours on end. You'd like to call up his mother again and thank her for this creation.

"I think you're cute too Levi, reallyyyy cute..." you mumbled.

He makes no reply, all too glad that it's too dark in the car to see the tinge of pink that reaches his cheeks, stretching all the way to the tip of his ears.

Deep down, he knows that this certainly won't be last time as this was definitely not the first. If anything it's your sweet talking skills that manage to coax him out of his mood. For you right now? He'd let you get away with anything.

He'll have to save his reprimand for tomorrow. Yeah...it can wait till tomorrow.