Mute

a/n:hello! Levi x reader you are insanely badass but quiet as all hell. enjoy!
HI! I wrote this when I was twelve with no idea, plot, or real conclusion. so I warn you it's bad, like seriously, read at your own risk. If you'd like to support me I'm @bigmacthot on twitter, thanks!

To put it simply you were mute, you had always been mute, you never truly had a reason to speak. Your parents always yellih along with not being able to talk to strangers, or standing up to the bullies on the middle school playground. So you became mute, unsocialized, and comprehensive Of your surroundings. You did these things to watch people and their ways and how they worked and squiddled about. It always made you wonder.

But the wonder you had once known was gone and soon became intriguing and experimentation, that is when you met Levi. He never smiled and pushed people away, but that story comes later.

Now from the top!

You were in line with the other trainees being yelled at by Mr.cocky telling Marco he's worthless and crushing Connie's skull. Oh shit you thought what if he comes to me, I don't want to get head-butted like jean, I know for a fact that shit hurts.' As luck would have it dickface chose you next. Standing straight with the symbol abroad you chest. He yelled as if he was a canon for lost tributes. "WHAT'S OUR NAME SOLDIER" you stood silent shaking in the things called boots, you were so terrified you practically forgot your name. "WELL ANSWER ME YOU PEICE OF TITAN FOOD" the same reaction occurred from you. Everyone was staring when the multicolored horse-boy spoke up from the ground. "She's mute, sir. She can't talk if she wanted to." He looked at jean and kicked him back down to his head in hands state. And looked back at you. " well well well we have a silent one in the trainees.this'll be fun" he said as he raised his fist to punch. He proceeded in this action in which you dogged grabbing the wrist with the arm opposite to his. Again with the other side. You looked like a skull and crossbones now awaiting his next, well, more like yours.

You then grabbed his wrists tight and hoisted yourself up to where you kicked him in the face in which he still stood acting you to slip through his arms as if of was a basket ball hoop, drop to the ground and slide a foot over his. Causing him to gall face first into the ground you previously stood on you then walked on his back and squatted next to him. A smirk painted on your lips. You then got up walking back over him and to the cabin area, grabbing the apple out of your pocket once before and eating it slowly sat on the steps watching him.

He got up dusting himself off and you grabbing your hoodies' jood closer to your neck hiding most of your mouth to anyone who could see. Of course after finishing the apple.

He was angry, no not angry, furious. He was just beaten by a cadet. Who was silent and stole a fucking apple, how could he not be. He walked over to you, now reading a book, with the leader looming over head. You looked up and gave him the possibly the sassiest damn inquiring look ever. You noticed how his body moved and face twitched all wasn't well with him, you would've been sypathetic if he wasn't choking you, he wasn't doing it right though. He didn't know you lived as a underground thug so how could he question.

You grabbed his thumb and pulled it back to where it broke. He then dropped you and squirmed back. You rolled your eyes and wrote on the note pad you usually used in emergencies. With the simple and only words you weren't holding me right you put the palm towards the jugular and squeeze, now how many laps?  He read it in disbelief, not knowing what he should do "none" you even gasped as the rest did. " have the day off if you'd like, just don't bother my training." You grabbed the notepad again I'll be sparring nothing more. These were the last few words you wrote until two hours later when you sparred, they were cocky and especially stupid to fight you.