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remmick fic.. question mark (?)

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“Your PowerPoint should be around 50 slides” what if I just shot myself instead??

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if I read one more bnha fic where people demonise all might n make him a bad person I promise y’all imma crash out 😛😛🤩🤩

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everyone watch out!!!! user hardtofindeggs is thinking about merman!levi 😼😼

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bertholdt hoover.. save me bertholdt hoover….

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Cease and Desist Pt.2

❀ pairing: professor!levi ackerman x chancellor!f!reader

❀ genre: enemies(ish) to lovers, slow burn

❀ cw: light swearing, high tension situations (???), alcohol consumption, slight angst, fluff, jealousy, mutual pining (but levi is hopeless)

❀ summary: levi ackerman has been a professor at acadia hills university™ for almost 6 years now. levi ackerman has also had his eyes on you - the chancellor of this university - for 6 years now. he hasn't allowed himself to get too close to you, despite it being hard since your social circles are nearly identical. what'll happen now that he can't avoid you as much as he'd like? now that he's too close to you?

❀ parts: pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3 -> pt.4 -> pt.5

Entering your house, you place your keys on the little ceramic bowl you have placed on top of your shoe shelf. Locking your door twice, you start to walk towards your kitchen, excited to prepare the dinner you had set ingredients out for earlier when suddenly your mobile phone rings. Taking it out of your pocket with a confused look on your face because who even calls people at 11:07 pm? When suddenly your confused expression melts off because of course she does.

"Hey there, Hange," a smile lingering in your voice.

"My savior. My angel. My light. My very own personal je-"

"Which bar are you at again, Hange?" you cut her off to ask between low chuckles.

"Hmmm...let me think," a short silence engulfs the line before your best friend speaks once more "21....uh..21...M-mobli-"

"Bounce Street?" you ask while your phone is stuck between your shoulder and ear as you put on your shoes.

"THAT'S THE ONE!!!"

Hange's sudden scream makes you pull the phone away before speaking one last time "Be there in 15. Do NOT leave," she mumbles something of an incoherent agreement and you hang up; grabbing your keys, locking your door and entering your car as you see yourself on your way to the bar.

Once you arrive at the bar, your field of vision is flooded with freshly turned 21 year olds who can't seem to drink quick enough, large groups of older men flirting with the usual bartender and of course, your best friend singing karaoke to anyone who would listen. You stand watching her for a while before you decide on getting yourself a quick drink as she finishes her song. You walk up to the bar and order yourself an apple juice.

"Designated driver?" a low voice asks from beside you. You can't hear the person very well over Hange's singing so you turn to face them. A polite laugh leaving your mouth as you answer.

"More like- Levi! Excuse me; Professor Ackerman," you're surprised to see your friend at the bar he practically ridiculed you for considering to go to.

"Too late for that. Anyhow, you actually didn't answer my question this time, Chancellor," he says smugly.

You roll your eyes and smirk at his petty comment and answer "Such amazing memory. To answer your question, technically yes. See, I wasn't here at all tonight so you can't really call it 'designated' but I was called to come get Hange anyway. So... I suppose so,"

Levi nods and finishes the last of his water, "Taking her back to yours, then?" you nod your head and he speaks once again, however you can't seem to put together what he said.

"What?!" you raise your voice over the music. Levi rolls his eyes and moves closer to you, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and holding it there as he moves in closer to you, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel his warm breath fanning over it for a short second.

"I asked if I could also drop Miche off at your place. I don't really feel like having to clean his throw up tonight." he separates from you, taking note of how close you two actually were, and asks for another glass of water.

You tell him it's no problem and he nods as a silence engulfs the room, even though Hange can still be heard by everyone in this bar. To you it's deafening. Paying attention to the drinks in front of you and nothing else. You hope he doesn't notice how red your ears are, or how you held your breath when he got so close to you. You hope he doesn't notice you touching your ears in a feeble attempt to cool them down, or how your arm relaxed against his when he got so close to you. You really hope he didn't notice.

"Hange, sit up. Cuz if you throw up while laying down, you'll die," you signal right and turn, "And if you do, I wouldn't be able to fit funeral arrangements into my calendar right now," you listen to Hange's giggling while you enter your building's parking lot, finding two empty slots besides one another and parking your car neatly.

You exit your car and open the door for Hange, lowering yourself so you can help wiggle her out.

"Y/N!" Levi's voice echoes throughout the partially empty parking lot, grabbing your attention away from Hange's boots in your hands.

"Yes, Levi?"

"Mind throwing me your keys? I'll get Miche changed and on the couch while you get Hange out," Levi shrugs his head towards the sleepy man slouched over his shoulder.

You nod and let go of Hange's leg to throw him your house keys. Levi catches them with his free hand and begins walking towards the elevator. Once he's out of your sight, you continue struggling with Hange once more, until finally, 20 minutes and some negotiation later, her head's nuzzled up against your neck, legs around your waist as you step into the elevator. 9th floor.

Stepping out of the elevator to find the door to your apartment creaked open, you step inside and push the door shut behind you with your foot before walking up the stairs and to your room to get Hange changed and settled into your bed. After 15 minutes of shimmying her sleeping form into some pyjamas, you walk downstairs to look for Levi.

You check the balcony first and the living room next; that's where you find a snoring Miche in some grey sweatpants and a cotton black tank top, knocked out on your L shaped couch. Sound asleep. Smiling to yourself you walk out and begin walking to the kitchen, growing more and more certain of Levi's whereabouts as you continue to hear clattering and sizzling coming from there.

To your surprise, you stand leaning on the kitchen's doorframe, drinking in the vision that is your jet black haired friend. His sleeves rolled up as he expertly works between the salmon in one frying pan, vegetables in another and some sauce in a pot.

"Must be my birthday," you smirk and push yourself off of the doorframe as you make your way to your wooden kitchen island and seat yourself.

"You amuse me," Levi mumbles monotonously "I saw the ingredients set out after I'd put Miche to bed. Came in to fix myself a cup of tea and thought to have this be my way of thanking you for taking them both in,"

"There's no need to thank me, Levi,"

"I want to," His eyes flit up to meet yours for a short moment before he starts plating up your dinner.

A moment of silence consumes you both when you speak up, "I hope you're not intending for me to eat alone,"

Levi stares at you as he slides you your plate of food and a glass of water. Two ice cubes. He balls his hands into fists and pushes his knuckles into the wooden island; swaying himself back and forth, thinking of whether he should stay or go.

He takes a deep breath and speaks, "I'll eat with you, Y/N," you smile at him and raise your hands up in a victory pose. Levi chuckles softly at your playfulness before making himself a plate and sits down in front of you as you both silently enjoy your dinners.

You finish the last of the washing up and you walk out of the kitchen, once again looking for Levi. Nearing your living room you see him at the entrance of your home, putting on his shoes- you walk down the hallway to him.

"Why didn't you tell me you're leaving? I'll drop you off,"

"No need. It's what Uber is for, no?" cocking an eyebrow at you as he pulls his phone out to order a car.

"What? Levi- wha- no. Why would you do that? Just stay. I'll drop you home tomorrow with Hange and Miche. Save the planet and all," you attempt at bargaining with him. But why? Let him leave. You shouldn't get too close with him, anyway- he'll know otherwise.

Levi scoffs before answering, "And share a car with those morons? Y/N, be serious.. and besides; I can order an electric car. Save the planet," he finishes his point and orders a car.

You exhale deeply through your nose to which he looks up at you for.

"What,"

"You're forever arrogant, aren't you,"

Levi looks to the side, "I don't want to be anymore trouble,"

"That's nonsense, Levi," you move to look him in his eyes. It's quiet for a moment, both of you displaying your best poker faces waiting for the other to speak. Neither one of you does. His phone pings with a notification that his Uber has arrived.

"Great. Now I have to make him wait while I go down your shitty apartment's elevator. This is going to hurt my rating," he mumbles in annoyance as he walks out of your house and frantically presses the elevator button multiple times, as though that will make it arrive quicker.

You follow after and wait next to him. Once the elevator arrives and he steps inside, you manage to yell out to him just as the elevator doors close, "Let me know once you're home!"

The doors are long shut before he's able to respond and you go back inside your house. Your phone vibrates as you lock your door and you open it to see a text message.

Levi: 👍

Shaking your head, you lock your phone and make your way to your room to get changed before you sleep in the guest room for the night.

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Every time I go to publish the other parts of my professor!Levi fic, I reread the drafts and realise they don’t stand a CHANCE against my first chapter. so then I just cuss them out and keep them locked in my dungeon (drafts) for some more months before I look at them again

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something about having a character’s actual paying job be an assassin/hitman makes them so rrrrrrr 🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

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cw: mentions of su!c!d3 and drinking

You never hated your job, per se- rather the repetitive nature of it. The same customers, same music, same drink orders over and over again. On the rare occasion you’d get a fresh face in the bar, you’d find them taking a glance around quickly before they turn to leave without a second thought. You couldn’t blame them. Not really, anyhow. The dimly lit dive bar your parents had left you before they’d killed themselves wasn’t the most appealing.. neither were the regulars you served if you were being honest with yourself. Small time villains committing small time crimes to get their fifteen seconds of fame. They’ve been coming here since before this bar was yours; back when you’d just sit on the corner stool and try to create a house and garden with your Etch A Sketch that the arsonist had gotten you for your 7th birthday. You didn’t have the heart to revamp the one place they relied on for consistency. Stability.

So you kept it that way. Peeling posters, cheap booze, broken jukebox and all! You tried your best to remain okay with the lack of change. You tried your best to not get your hopes up when a man with a tattered leather jacket came through the creaking door. Or when he walked in past the broken jukebox. Or when he sat.. he sat down?

“Whatever beer you grab first is fine,”

You stare at the scarred male that sits in front of you as he flicks pistachio shells across the bar top, before you snap out of your short daze and grab a cold chuhai from the short fridge that faces your knees. The man eyes the lemony beverage before finally making eye contact with you for the first time in the seven minutes he’s been here. And wow are his eyes blue. Almost comically blue. The type of blue you’d see tinted on a Sonic shirt. Waving the drink in front of you, he speaks,

“You couldn’t have at least passed me peach or grape?”

You tear your eyes away from his and begin mindlessly, almost automatically wiping down the dark mahogany table in between you both and you snicker,

“You did say whatever I grab first is fine,”

“I did.. but I was hoping with the way you’re into me right now you’d have put a little effort in to grab my attention,”

“Oh, I think I grabbed it just fine,” you quip back and snap your eyes to meet his sunken ones. You might be hallucinating here but is he.. smirking?? You keep the little staring competition between you both going until you watch him separate from your daring glare to crack open his drink and gulp some down before placing it back onto the scratched up wooden table.

You don’t move away from him- observing as he fishes through his thin pockets and places 100 yen in front of you before he gets up to leave. Walking away, you hear his raspy voice utter one last sentence,

“Cool place you’ve got here,” the door creaks open and shut behind him.

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status: open!!

dos: fluff, angst, drabbles, fics, headcanons, etc.. if you have any questions, feel free to ask!!

don'ts: nsfw.. that's pretty much it!!

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fandoms: aot, haikyuu!!, demon slayer, bnha, saiki k, jjk and who knows what else.. just ask!!

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Oh so we can write Sukuna fics but not Naoya fics? Oh okay!! 🙄🙄🫸🫸

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Cease and Desist Pt.1

❀ pairing: professor!levi ackerman x chancellor!f!reader

❀ genre: enemies(ish) to lovers, slow burn

❀ cw: light swearing, high tension situations (???), alcohol consumption, slight angst, fluff, jealousy, mutual pining (but levi is hopeless)

❀ summary: levi ackerman has been a professor at acadia hills university™ for almost 6 years now. levi ackerman has also had his eyes on you - the chancellor of this university - for 6 years now. he hasn't allowed himself to get too close to you, despite it being hard since your social circles are nearly identical. what'll happen now that he can't avoid you as much as he'd like? now that he's too close to you?

❀ parts: pt.1 -> pt.2 -> pt.3 -> pt.4 -> pt.5

"We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it. Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence... it rests on faith... without faith there is nothing," Levi slams the book shut, observing as the students in his classroom scribble down notes and take pictures of the large boards behind him (most twirl their stationery between their fingers), before he takes in a shallow breath then resumes speaking: "Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Over the course of your long awaited weekend, I want you all to revise the past 2 chapters thoroughly. I expect no less than an A on all of your papers next week."

He shoots a warning glare in the direction of two of his more troublesome pupils: Connie Springer and Sasha Braus. "Am I understood?" he watches as his classroom scrambles to snap their attention back to their strict teacher.

"Yes, professor," his students drawl out. Levi gives his classroom one last once over before giving them a satisfactory nod. "Good. Now, have a great weekend, the lot of you."

Small whoops and relaxed sighs are heard among the chatter of friends arranging outings, study groups and figuring out dinner plans. Levi smiles to himself shortly before he continues to watch them all leave, nodding goodbye to the kind freshmen that wish their professor a good weekend.

As the last of his students leave the lecture hall, Levi takes a seat behind his desk and starts grading the last four homework assignments he has. The time is 5:37 pm. By the time he finishes, the time is 6:56 pm. Taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Levi breathes out a breath he wasn't aware he had been holding. Bad habit. Levi gets up, pushes his chair back and stretches, twisting to the left and then the right - cracking his back.

Levi starts piling supplies into his worn pencil case, listing all the things he should have as he goes along: both pens, correction tape. His train of thought is rudely cut off by the sound of rapid knocking on his door. He's all too familiar with this routine.

"Hange. Leave. Me. Alone," he says in a stern and loud voice. Loud enough for the eccentric Dean of Science to hear. Ignoring him, she bursts in with arms wide, already attempting to get into Levi's good graces.

"Oh come onnn, Leviiiii!", she drawls out while smiling cheesily, an arm slung around him while she pokes incessantly at Levi's cheek, already making the man roll his eyes dramatically. He pushes Hange's hand away and begins to lead her out of the door.

"No, Hange," he refuses to hear her out.

"Jeez, I haven't even spoken yet!" she turns to face him, "21 Bounce Street. That's the bar we're headed to if, God forbid, you change your stubborn old mind." Her sarcasm was the thin rope that kept their friendship together. Mind, it was a rope that continued to wear.

Unfazed, Levi retorts, "Hilarious. But I have better things to do with my time." He checks his watch in a conspicuous gesture of irritation.

"Like what? Practise being sad and lonely?" Hange continues to taunt him. Levi decided silence is the best medicine for a case of Hange. Eventually, she sighs and swats him away. "Whatever, princess. We'll be there if you change your mind."

Levi walks down the halls and turns left to exit the building. The slightly open door to the Chancellor's office catches his eye, and he subconsciously slows down. What was he doing? Surely it would be absurd to knock? To disturb you and your work would be absurd, right? What did he even want anyway? Truly, nothing came to mind. You two barely talk, for goodness' sake! He doesn't even know why he's debating this right now. This is stupid. He should just walk away and get into his car. He has no reason to -

"Excuse me, Chancellor Y/L/N. May I come in?" Levi waits outside the door for your reply. What am I doing? "Yes, you may," your voice calls out from inside. Levi continues to stand outside for a short few seconds before he steps foot into your office. Clean, ebony desk. Folders stored away in numerous cabinets behind you. This was certainly your office.

"Ah, Professor Ackerman! I thought it was going to be you. I still struggle to recognise voices through that unnecessarily thick door," you attempt to joke, a polite smile spread on your face, yet all Levi can manage to give back is a curt nod, if that. He stares at you, a neutral expression on his face as he awaits your permission to continue speaking. You clear your throat and begin organising papers, throwing them into your drawer and ask, "Excuse me. Tell me, how may I be of assistance, Professor?" You look up from the papers in your hands to lock eyes with the stoic man before you.

"I, just - nothing. Sorry, your door was open a touch and I was curious to know whether or not you were in or simply forgetful. As per, of course," his eyes flit around the room before meeting yours. You can't tell if he's being snide or sincere.

"You forget yourself, Professor Ackerman," you scoff before continuing, "I didn't plan on staying too long, which is why I kept the door open. A reminder to leave, if you will," you hint at your desire for him to leave, jerking no reaction from the professor.

"The time is 7:31 pm, Chancellor," he comments.

"And?" you quirk your brow, amused at his arrogance.

"I heard your friends would be at the bar is all. Thought you'd be entertained by simple activities as such." You searched his face, but nothing. Not a single clue to what he was feeling.

"Professor, if there is nothing more I can answer for you, ..." you pointed your open palm towards the door.

"I asked if you will be at the bar, Chancellor."

"For your information, you didn't. You made some incoherent statements about my friends' plans and expected me to give a response. Why are you even here, Professor Ackerman?"

He stands dumbfounded, pondering the question as he stares at the frame on your desk: an old photograph of you and Hange, arms slung around one another, cracking up laughing. Of course, Levi knows this photograph. An exact copy sits in the living room of your eccentric friend's house, with all the other pictures she's gathered over the years. Finally breaking the silence, Levi speaks, "You ought to close your door, Chancellor. Somebody could steal that frame of yours," he adjusts the strap on his bag and takes out his car keys before he turns around to walk out of your creaked door.

A soft exhale exits your nose as you shake your head, "Goodnight, Professor. Do close the door on your way out. I wouldn't want to get ransacked, now, would I?" you comment sarcastically.

Out of the door, he turns to face the side of it. He swiftly wipes his finger along its edge, collecting dust. Much to your disbelief, he pulls out a white handkerchief and cleans a small patch. "Certainly, Chancellor," the click of your closing door echoes throughout the hall. You listen to the paced sound of his frustrated footsteps getting further and further away. He was gone for tonight.

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THE SILLY !!!!!

Love him

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putting on your heels in a rush, you hold on to the door for support before yelling "EREEENN!!!!! COME ON! I DON'T WANNA BE LATE!", putting down your foot and grabbing your keys and purse in one hand before turning to look into the circular mirror you've placed near your door for any last minute adjustments. eren walks into frame behind you as you're carefully fixing your hair, delicately placing a kiss on your neck, below your ear, "you smell nice" he says as he separates to look a mildly stressed you in the eyes. "thank you... now come on! i don't wanna be late to bert's!!!" "please, when have we ever been late to anything?" he grabs his car keys as he opens the door for you. "thanks to me!!!" you wait for him to step outside and watch as he moves aside for you to lock the door, placing another kiss, this time to the nape of your neck, before he says "of course, baby...all thanks to you". you smile and roll your eyes before sliding into the passenger seat of eren's car.

in the car you ask to play some music and he hands you the aux, "trying to fit the vibe, babe?" you nod as you place your free left hand in his waiting right one. finally settling on one of your playlists and the first song to start playing is motive by ariana grande.

it's a nice time now, where the sun's almost fully set but there's still a thin orange tint in the sky like the sky's on fire. looking over to eren's side of the car and out his window to see the moon in a pretty crescent shape. warm summer breeze surrounding the car, window slightly cracked so your hair doesn't get messed up but so you can can enjoy this breeze.

"y/n" eren says as he turns to face you before you two step out of his car and into bertholdt and annie's shared home, the orchid's you got them as a housewarming gift secure between your hands, "yeah? everything okay, ren?" "i love you" you smile softly before planting a gentle kiss to his knuckles, "i love you too, eren". a content smile spreads on his handsome face before he steps out of the car, moving to open the door for you too before you enter your friends' new house, hand in hand

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thinking about fwb!floch who always wakes up before you do so he can have some time to just admire your perfect features

fwb!floch that likes to make you breakfast under the gist that "your cooking tastes like shit. might as well show off a bit while I'm here. hey, who knows? maybe your dumbass would be able to pick up a thing or two?" when really he just wants you to look after yourself

fwb!floch that asks you how your day went in between kisses; "ha! since when did you give a shit about anything I do, huh, forster?" you always say- all he can muster up is a weak "whatever" before he goes back to leaving rough kisses on your lips

fwb!floch that HATES how close connie gets to you when you make him laugh. that seethes at the sight of jean fake fawning when you dress up for anything

fwb!floch that can only really get updates of you through armin, who's in the same politics class as him, or eren, who he follows around in hopes of you and him running into each other; even though you wouldn't really talk. all because you both (stupidly) agreed to pretend you don't know each other outside of your bedrooms

fwb!floch that hates being in love with you with every fibre of his being

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yoyoyooo!!! AOT (specifically levi) fans! i NEEEEED to know...would you guys like to read like a chancellor!reader x professor!levi typa fic? let me knooowww please :P