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ackerkitten to relieve anxiety

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Why are you constantly shaming people’s writing, especially since you shame it openly on this website where the fanfic writers can see what you’re saying? You shame fics that are too angsty, you shame writers that write smut you don’t like - does it stop? It’s really rude…

what the fuck, bro…. It's so weird that it's even funny. I got some haters wow go calm down and have some tea!☕��

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Levi (especially postwar) is NOT A SEX-GIANT who has sex until losing consciousness, and you are ready for this conversation.

Yes, Levi literally exudes sexuality and masculinity, but he is not like that. I’m sure this person has enough roughness in life not to bring it to bed (especially with a partner he genuinely wants to have sex with! Don’t forget he definitely has sexual trauma from childhood).

Canonical Levi is truly gentle (or tries to be) when it comes to intimacy. Levi is afraid to hurt you, pays attention to the emotions on your face and asks if everything is okay, instead of fucking you like a wild animal, as described in many fanfiction.

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🤍Levi.

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Levi is an office employee

Levi is one of those employees who are often not at work - business trips, meetings in other organizations are all about him. And even if he's at work, he hardly leaves the conference room in your office. And this fact surprises you the most, because Levi is not one of the sociable and talkative people who are usually put in such positions at work, but nevertheless no meeting takes place without him. You didn't see much of him when you first came to work here. However, each time he respectfully wished you a good day as he passed by. Leaving behind a very pleasant fragrance - a mixture of perfume and conditioner for linen.

There are no work messages from him in the general chat, only sometimes a couple of times a month a photo of spoiled food arrives, which someone forgets in the refrigerator and a short "Get rid of it, it starts to stink." He has a very neat workplace, in particular, an empty desk with a couple of pens on it, since he hardly ever sits at it. He carries his small laptop with him everywhere. He's rarely seen talking to colleagues or anyone else, but he always greets everyone as he walks down the hall, holds the door, or helps bring the archive to the warehouse.

"The fewer things, the fewer questions."

"Good afternoon. No, I'm not busy. But not available either."

Levi is a mysterious "office ghost" whose presence is felt more by his scent and rare but apt comments than by personal communication.

"Good morning. Yes, the weather is weird. No, I'm not aware of what's in the accounting department." *takes a mug and goes to the kettle*

You've met Levi several times at general meetings, sitting across from each other. This man is a pleasure to watch. He listens to absolutely everything, makes notes, but in his eyes you can see absolute indifference to what is happening.

Some time later, you were transferred to another department of the office and Levi became your informal boss, in other words, he now had a little control over your work. And you started seeing each other more often.

One day you had to come to work earlier than usual, and when you entered the kitchen, you froze on the threshold: Levi was standing by the window, looking thoughtfully at the next street, holding a porcelain mug with an elegant floral pattern. There is a beautiful glass jar on the table.

"Your tea?" you suddenly ask.

He turns, and his usually impassive eyes narrow slightly:

"My outlet. This is an English Earl Grey with bergamot."

As you got closer to the countertop, you noticed a stand for a mug, beautiful white napkins and a silver spoon.

"You… Take tea drinking seriously," you couldn't help but blurt out.

Levi takes a leisurely sip, then suddenly hands you his cup:

"Try it. Unless, of course, you're one of those people who turns tea into syrup, adds three tablespoons of sugar and drowns cookies in it."

Your fingers accidentally touch his hand when you take the cup. He pulls his hand back a little faster than is polite. After taking a couple of sips, you smile easily. The tea was great. You and Levi just don't say anything for a couple of minutes.

"I noticed you're the only one who immediately washes a mug after lunch," he suddenly says, looking somewhere past your shoulder. "And leaves no crumbs on the table."

You felt your ears suddenly warm up:

"So that's it… A compliment?"

"I'm stating a fact," he puts the jar of tea and the stand in the back cabinet. "But if you need a compliment, then… You are the most careful employee in this office."

At this moment, a noisy group of colleagues enters the kitchen. Levi instantly "shuts down", picks up his laptop and heads for the exit. But as he passes by, he bends down and says so softly, almost in your ear:

"Same time tomorrow. Only… Don't tell anyone."

The next morning, a small tin box with the same tea appears on your table. Without a note. But you understand everything.

From that moment on, you start coming to work early, for that magical moment of having tea with Levi. Sometimes he just silently makes tea for the two of you, enjoying the silence and your cozy company, but lately you've been having light, friendly conversations.

"I'm going on a business trip today. If you're bored, write to me. But only as a last resort." (you already know what that means: "I'll be glad to hear from you.)

"Do you know why I put up with these stupid meetings? Because at least you can be silent there. But with you… you have to choose your words." (after he said that, you could have sworn that his cheeks turned pink).

"If they load you up with someone else's work again, tell them you have a "meeting with me". I'll confirm it."

It was a normal working day, until a downpour broke out outside the window. You were standing at the exit, wondering how to get to the subway without an umbrella, when Levi suddenly appeared next to you.

"You live near North Park, don't you?" he asked, looking at the trickles of water behind the glass. "I'll be passing by."

It was unusual. After all, during all the months of your "tea friendship", your communication did not go beyond work.

His car smelled of leather and citrus. The silence seemed awkward at first, until he turned on the music—something jazzy, not loud.

"You know, I always imagined that you were listening to classical music. Or complete silence. "

The corners of his lips twitched.

"Disappointed?"

"I'm pleasantly surprised."

The rain was pounding on the roof when you were stuck in traffic. Levi turned to grab his bag from the back seat and took out a thermos.

"Just in case," he explained, pouring tea into a lidded cup.

It was the Earl Grey, of course. You sat in traffic for forty minutes, drinking tea and talking sweetly about books, how he hates corporate parties and your stupid habit of losing pens.

When he stopped at your house, the rain had just stopped.

"Thanks for…" you pointed at the empty cup.

"Tomorrow at the usual time," he nodded. "Don't be late."

But the next morning there was no Levi or tea in the kitchen. Instead, you found a thermos on the table with a note stuck on it:

"Business trip. I'll be back on Friday. Don't drink office trash."

And the signature is "L.".

You came earlier than usual on Friday. Levi was already waiting, with two cups and a new pack of tea. A smile involuntarily appeared on your face.

"Indian Darjeeling," he said, as if explaining something very important. "This is for you."

You drank tea in silence, but now this silence has become different — warm, familiar. And when your hands accidentally touched, he didn't move away.

Now you sometimes leave work together on Fridays. And he always has a spare umbrella in his car. Just in case.

The second "office-boy" did not take long to arrive. When I come up with something with Levi, I get more nervous than usual. I hope there's not too much "tea vibe" here.

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a hero who never regretted, no matter what

i'm trying too, really

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Eren is an office worker

I've been working in the "office" for some time now, and I really wanted to think about what kind of employees these AOT guys would be. So far, only Eren. I will be very glad if someone likes it.

Eren is an employee who recently came to work, but has already had a fight with every department and employee. He does not adhere to the dress code; he is most often seen in black jeans and a plain T-shirt or hoodie. Less often, he wears a black shirt. No one ever knows what he's eating, because there's never a food container with his name on it in the shared fridge. However, he will always be happy to purchase products for his department somewhere else. More often, he communicates respectfully with colleagues, but sometimes… It can be very easy to inflame the anger and stubbornness of a young employee.

By the way, this stubbornness will encourage him to work overtime. If the task for a project turns out to be too difficult or bulky for a typical workday, he often stays up late, ordering energy drinks and snacks for himself. You are the only person in the office who got a job later than him, so he will be supportive and offer all possible support. Of course, he won't be able to protect you from the wrath of his superiors, but he'll be happy to invite you for coffee and openly discuss what he thinks is unfair treatment of you. He will also often invite you for a walk during your lunch break to criticize the decisions of colleagues. Members of the older generation often complain about his smoking habit, but unlike them, he never stays in the smoking room to gossip, and surprisingly, he doesn't smell like tobacco.

"I'm not conflicted, I'm just right. Often."

"If I hadn't said anything, we'd still be doing this shit the old—fashioned way."

"These deadlines are just a joke, right? Good… Where's my big coffee mug?" ties her hair into a bundle

"No, I'm not leaving until I'm done. It's obvious, isn't it?"

Eren can be annoying sometimes, but he commands respect. He doesn't fit into the system, but at the same time he proudly carries his "I" through all the office wars. To be honest, he's the only one who treats you with great understanding. With him, no project deadlines are scary.

"If they bother you, tell them it's my fault. I'm used to it, and looking at their displeased faces is my hobby"

"Why are you so sad? Come on, let's buy you a croissant"

One day you were sitting in a meeting room after another meeting with your superiors and customers — another failed deadline, although it wasn't your fault. The door opens abruptly without knocking — Eren is on the threshold, with two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Well, sufferer?", he puts a cappuccino cup in front of you with smiling foam emojis. "I heard you being torn apart. What the fuck…"

You can't help but grin: he's the only one who calls a spade a spade.

"You could have helped me", you grumble, but he just waves it off.

"So that what? You know they're idiots. I'd rather teach you how to keep your nerve cells in this job."

And here you are sitting on the fire escape (Eren hates the smoking room during lunch when employees from other departments gather there. He says, "It really stinks there now, but it's the smell of hypocrisy!"):

"Rule number 1. Listen to the boss, nodding, and then do it your own way. They value the result, not the process." "Rule number 2. Ignore all these passive-aggressive chats. Just set the reaction to “👍” and score. Let's break through!"

Suddenly he stops abruptly, noticing how you're staring at his jeans with a hole in the knee.

"Yes, the dress code is for those who don't know how to work. I can do that."

You ask why he's staying here at all if everything is so bad.

"Because someone needs to be shown that the rules are just someone's fantasy", Eren shrugs, smiling contentedly. "Well…I like having someone to protect."

He doesn't look in your direction, but you understand that this is the most sincere confession he is capable of. Over time, you start to be friends, Eren turned out to be a reliable person. Despite all his "tricks," his attitude to work is admirable. Once again, you've been sitting in the office late — not because the deadline is on, but because the boss scolded you for some nonsense in the morning, and now you're just staring at the monitor, pretending to be working. Suddenly, there is a light knock on the table from behind— it's Eren. He puts a plastic cup with an iced latte and your favorite mint syrup in front of you (it's adorable that he remembers, even though you only said it once) and a sandwich.

"Eat it! You look like the only thing you've eaten today is the boss's screams."

You can't help but grin. He's right.

"Thanks… But you're not just here at a late hour, are you? Is your project dragging on again?"

"Well, first of all, yes. The customer made a bunch of edits again. Secondly…" He plopped down on the chair next to you and took a flash drive out of his pocket. "I have something here."

You're getting nervous.

"What is it?"

"The presentation that our "beloved" boss has to watch tomorrow. I'm done with it…I'm not going to tell you, it's better to open it and see for yourself."

You open the file and almost choke on your coffee. On the third slide, instead of dry graphs, there is a meme with a sleeping cat and the inscription: "It's urgent! We must pretend that we are all working!"

"You… Are you serious?!"

"What about it? He's not reading anyway, he's just pretending. Let him have fun. It would not be superfluous for this harmful person to smile a couple of times."

You laugh, but then you realize:

"But if he finds out it's you?"

"Oh, he'll know it's me right away. But you know what the best part is?", Eren grins. "He can't fire me. Because I'm the only one who understands their newfangled security system."

You shake your head, but there's a slight elation inside you.

"You're not normal."

"Thank you", he takes a sip of his energy drink. "By the way, if hell starts tomorrow, just say you didn't know anything."

The next day, of course, the boss exploded with anger. But, as Eren predicted, it didn't go beyond the screams. And in the evening, he reappears at your table with coffee and a satisfied smile:

"Do you want to go to the cinema? I guarantee you popcorn and a good mood.", he put his hand on the arm of your chair.

A sincere smile appears on your face. Of course, you will agree, because it is impossible to refuse Eren.

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Levi and Armin's children (or another person from 104) will love each other so much🥺 I can already imagine the little ones running to Uncle Levi for the sweets he has prepared for them <3

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Levi isn't the type to moan during sex. But the way he slightly opens his mouth, holding his breath and rolling his eyes… Fuck. Fuck. FUCK

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Undeground! Levi is so cute boy. Like a blind kitten that has just been born and doesn't understand how everything works.

We take the stars in the sky, clean water and grass for granted. But Levi… Just imagine his face at such obvious things😭😭😭😭 Perhaps he wondered if it was possible to touch the stars?

Dear Levi, you can touch yourself and understand what it means to touch the brightest star.

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I flooded the universe with tears. My wonderful Levi.

Undeground!Levi, who couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the Scouts' headquarters for the first time. The bathrooms with hot running water, the food in the pantries, the beds in the dormitories. No cockroaches scurrying around the place, no mold, no stuffy air. No surviving with leftovers, days-old food, stolen food. No makeshift toilets, pissing or shitting on the street, cleaning himself with whatever he found. No personal hygiene products that irritated his skin or scalp, since that was all he could find, and that he had to use.

Undeground!Levi, who felt like it was too good to be true. What was the catch? What if they sent him back out on the street at any moment? After the law of the jungle had kept him alive, all those comforts didn't sit right with him. As if they were making fun of him—mocking him. Was this how people lived on the Surface, with all these comforts and conveniences? He couldn't believe it. It was some kind of hallucination or dream given by the pangs of hunger, and when he would wake up, he would have been in his home, in the Underground. What he saw was not to be trusted, nor were the kind words of his companions who told him that "it would be fine" there.

Undeground!Levi, who sneaked out of his room to get to the kitchens and the pantry room, where the Scouts stored the food exclusively used to cook meals and for times of scarcity—therefore, off limits, unlike the food kept in the cupboards. Just a piece of bread, some goat cheese, and maybe some ham; he saw no harm in it. Until he came face to face with Shadis, who descended to the kitchen to grab something to eat and drink before he would resume his tedious work, and heard noises from the pantry. Thinking it was because of rats, the Commander opened the door and found Levi there, with food in his hand, caught red-handed. Shadis' deep voice echoed around the kitchen, waking up a handful of soldiers that thought that it was a titan roaring. Even the guards, outside the main doors of the headquarters, were quite concerned about that scream.

Underground!Levi, who saw a few soldiers keeping Shadis away from him as he left the food there. He could understand why he was enraged—he had been informed about the rules of the headquarters once he joined, a few days earlier. Yet, that instinct of not trusting anyone but himself, to rely on his survival instincts, to getting food as he always had prevailed. He felt uncomfortable, deep down; guilty, sheepish, hurt by himself. He had been a thief, but he still had manners—his own. It was difficult for the others to understand, and even more difficult for him to explain.

Undeground!Levi, who decided to leave the kitchen with his stomach growling. He wasn't going to apologize, not even if they punished him. He did nothing wrong, because he did the only way known to him to survive and feed himself. Although he felt uneasy, in the depths of his heart, he couldn't fully grasp it. He said nothing to Furlan or Isabel; too embarrassed of it, not wanting them to be worried about him. Trying to keep his façade on.

That night, he got away with it. But ten years later, when he was offering lollipops to the little kids who survived the Rumbling, at the refugee camp in Marley, he saw a boy stealing a sweet from his box. His face was the definition of guilt.

That was when he knew. And he offered that boy another candy.

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Coughing up blood

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Messy hair

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Levi, who recently joined the scout corps, steals pieces of bread from the dining hall and hides them because he is afraid of going hungry.

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levi finding isabel (when she was little) and checking if she was alive implies levi did that regularly with kids he found in the underground streets that were maybe half-dead or severely sick :(

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The way that in a very intimate moment of foreplay, Levi places his palm on your cheekbone, outlining your lower lip with his thumb >>>>>>>

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