Levi x Reader || One Shots And Short Stories

The Lyricist: Skyline

Part Two

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"(F/n)..." you heard someone say quietly. "(Ffff/nnnnnn...)"

It sounded distant and it barely caught your attention within the haziness in the depths of your mind. You wished whoever it was would stop calling you, as you had little intention to acknowledge it. Your body was heavy and engulfed in warmth; you were just too comfortable to care about whatever was gently shaking you.

"(F/n)!" the voice snapped, accompanied by a painful sensation at your forehead.

You groaned, finally out of your dreamless state and half-way cognitive. "Fuck, Mikasa," you whined into your pillow, realizing she flicked you across the head. "Go away."

Your roommate chuckled briefly and sat at the edge of your bed. "Do you know what time it is?"

It took you a moment to process her question before you glanced with half-lidded eyes at your alarm clock on the bedside table. 6:36am.

"Yeah, half past 'way too fucking early for me to be up,'" you griped before burrowing into your covers again. You were not a morning person and probably never would be. In fact, no amount of coffee in the world would ever make you a morning person.

Mikasa was perfectly aware of this fact. So much so, that she once claimed you were the Devil's sister and had the mouth of a true sailor if you were ever woken up before 12pm. You couldn't help it though; your job didn't have specified times and your most creative hours were late into the evening. Often, you wouldn't find yourself in bed before one or two in the morning. Although, most of the time if was usually three or four.

"'Bitch-ass Motherfucker' has been calling you for the last thirty minutes," said Mikasa blandly.

"What?" you asked from underneath your blankets. It was honestly too hard for you to understand anything at the moment, since she woke you up after only four hours of sleep. After thinking on her statement for half a minute, it finally made a connection in your brain.

You bolted up right, throwing the covers aside violently and practically screamed, "Wait, what!?" Your eyes were wide as saucers and you were definitely a fully functioning human being now in under two seconds.

Mikasa gazed at you, unperturbed with your reaction. "I said, 'Bitch-ass Motherfucker' has been calling and texting you since six AM," she repeated, sipping her coffee calmly.

"AH, fucking bitch!!" you cried, leaping from your bed and only in your sleeping t-shirt. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

"It's on the counter in the kitchen," called your roommate after you nonchalantly. "And there's a pot of coffee for you if you want some."

You mentally thanked your beautiful, kind roommate for looking out for you in all aspects; ever since you've taken on the job as Attack on Titan's lyricist six days ago, you've been a bit of an unorganized frenzy. You've been up late trying to come up with lyrics and arrangements that would appease them, but it was more difficult than you initially thought because they hadn't given you much direction. In truth, no one had even contacted you since your initial meeting and you wondered just what you were expected to be doing in the meantime, other than the obvious.

Levi had emailed you twice, actually, but it wasn't exactly the "contact" you had been hoping for. However, nothing in the content appeared being useful information to you about your job and more of a way for him to harass you about your portfolio; he had been going over it very carefully now that you were paired up with him and he wanted to get a feel of your style.

Your eyes scanned the kitchen counter and found your cell phone charging by the coffee maker. Mikasa even charged your phone for you because you were too tired to remember last night. You had eighteen missed calls, eleven text messages, and zero voicemails, much to your surprise.