#Feel free to steer this wherever you'd like!

[cinderella-gurei]

The story continues here with @cwarscars​

Exploring that library -- or whatever this room had actually turned out to be -- was like a dream. Loads and loads of information that he could explore; old logs, files, and, to the boy’s surprise, movies! Of course, he took every tape in the vicinity, regardless of their lack of title or cryptic words. In the end, whatever seemed remotely interesting with him, he took, eventually holding a pile of them and showing it to the man who was his companion in this endeavor of theirs. To be quite frank, Chadley had prioritized his curiosity more than whatever his initial goal here was. He could only pray that the general didn’t tell Hojo about his behavior. 

Excitement is clear in his gasp and the glint in his eyes when the other seems to accept his request and he wobbles towards the tv alongside the man. “Yes, sir!” He exclaims before leaving the pile of tapes on the nearby table. Rushing so as to not keep the man waiting, he grabs onto cables, crouching down and proceeding to connect them on the nearby outlets.

“Are those all of the necessary cables?” He asks before standing and dusting over his clothing. Thank goodness he had left his lab coat back at the laboratory or else it would’ve been full of dust and stains by now. Smiling, he walks over to the table again and sliding the tapes around it. “Let’s see... I found some interesting yet vague titles here and there, but I do not know which one record upon first...” 

So, an idea springs up. He turns to the man and nods in swift determination. “I think you should be the one to choose, sir Heidegger! Maybe we could find one related to your earlier years around here... Oh! I also did find a tape plainly named Shinra... I am assuming it must be related to the President! Here, you can eye them over!” Chadley invites the man, gesturing for him to get close to the table where the tapes awaited to be chosen. 

[thollandneedy]

Don't you know- Peter Parker

A/n: Nah 'cause that fucking happened to me last week and i HAD TO write about it (Ofc with very different context and description). Btw, i listened to "Don't you know" by James Young while writing it, in case someone likes to listen to music while reading

Warnings: Swearing and smut

Summary: Peter and Y/n get stuck on traffic, but that doesn't mean that it have to be boring...

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"Shut up" Y/n exclaims, smiling at her boyfriend.

"I told you May, would get me one," Peter comments, crossing his arms and looking sideways at the girl next to him, who seems to be enchanted by the small black car the boy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday.

"It's so cute! I love it." The girl laughs, walking a few steps forward and leaning her weight on the open window, so that she can see the details of the car her boyfriend had won.

"Say goodbye to meters and borrowed cars. Now I'm a new man." Peter walked to the front door, opened it and sat down in the driver's seat. His body slouches forward, reaching out and pulling the door open so that his girlfriend can get into the car too. "And I'm going to take my dear lady for a ride in this little beauty here" The brunette put both hands on the steering wheel.

May had always been a hard-working woman, and supporting her nephew when the boy's parents died had become a kind of livelihood so that she could have the energy to work. Due to financial difficulties, Peter didn't have anything above his aunt's budget, but after a promotion, she had finally managed to scrape together enough to give her nephew a car. Stark had also helped with some of the finances and to make the car more powerful than it already was, so it was a gift from both of them to the hero.

Y/n put on her seatbelt, pulling one of its sides until she could feel the pressure against her body. The girl slipped one of her free hands over Peter's hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, allowing him to give it to her after shifting into gear and continuing his journey. Late evening in New York was slowly falling, as the orange light from the buildings reflected off the crowded streets during rush hour. A few bars and restaurants were starting to open, and Peter had his plan to take his girlfriend out for a bite to eat and then park their conversations in an empty parking lot so that they could also get some alone time. The girl took off her two shoes, crossed her legs covered by jeans, and opened Spotify on her transparent cell phone with a Polaroid photo of the two of them.

"Can I put on a song?" The girl asks.

"Sure, love." Peter updates the car's multimedia while his girlfriend searches for something to listen to. 

"So, tell me. Who chose the car? Did you know you'd win?" The girl rests her hands on her lap.

"May had commented that one day she would give me everything I asked for, but it was never something I cared much about. She got a promotion at the hospital, and consequently her salary increased. Ever since I turned 16, she was raking it in." Peter comments without taking his eyes off the street.

"So you're going to be my private driver?" Y/n asked jokingly, causing the brunette to check his eyes in response.

"As far as I know, you have a driver's license." The hero laughs.

"Why would I drive if now you can take me wherever I want? I thought that was the definition of a passanger princess." The girl put her hand to her chest in an attempt to express surprise.

"Oh yes! Of course." Peter laughs.

(...)

"I'm literally going to explode," Peter says, opening the restaurant door so that his girlfriend can get out first. 

"Tell me about it." The girl says, putting her hand on her stomach and then looking at the time on her cell phone. "Fuck, we've got to get going. My parents will kill me if I'm late on a weekday."

"I thought they'd take it easy on you after eighteen." Peter takes the car key out of his pocket.

"They trust me, but still, we live in New York and they're worried." The girl shrugged, unable to contradict her parents.

"I'll take care of you, kitten. You're safe from the dangers of the night when you walk with me." Peter says proudly, causing a low chuckle from his girlfriend who was walking with her arms crossed.

"Of course! Let's pull you out of the superhero closet and tell my parents that I'm dating a guy who could have an accident at any moment in a fight with evil, technological villains." Y/n opens the car door, then sits down again.

"I think it's a great idea. We can let them know that you'll be moving in with me when I pass MIT, and we'll live in a house in the country with two kids and a dog." Peter comments, closing the car door and continuing his journey.

The white lights of the streets, together with the moon, gave the teenagers an unreal feeling. That feeling that the world isn't real, and their existence is just another speck in the middle of several grains of sand on a beach called the universe. The car drove slowly, on purpose, as Peter didn't want his girlfriend to leave. A slow song was playing on Y/n's Bluetooth, which responded to the music by diverting its eyes from the multimedia system implanted in the center of the car's dashboard. 

Peter laughed out loud when he read the name of the playlist the song was part of

"Really? Sexy guilty pleasure? That's the name of your sex playlist?" Peter makes fun of his girlfriend, who stares at him while holding in her laughter.

"In my defense, I started it when I was 16 and I haven't changed it because I find the name comical." The girl smiles as she says it, remembering when she had started exploring the literary universe of hot scenes in books that seemed innocent.

"Your sex life is comical, Y/n." Peter laughs, but then realizes what he's just said, and also jokes about himself without realizing it.

Y/n laughs out loud

"You're terrible at insults." The girl nods, looking at the passing streets like a drawing blurred by the speed of the car.

"Why haven't I ever heard that playlist?" The brunette lowered his eyes again to the name of the playlist playing in his car.

"I use it from time to time to read, or even when I... well... you know." Peter feels the blush rising to his cheeks.

His sex life with Y/n was almost restricted, and could even be considered for those over 14 if they were to classify it. Peter and Y/n hadn't had sex yet, let alone talked about it openly since their time together was considerably short. Even when they were friends, the subject of sex had never come up, unless they were in a circle of older friends and both were drunk. But even in this state, it seemed like a great sin to talk about sex. 

"Really?" Peter swallows dryly, stopping at a red light and running both hands down his dark-wash jeans.  "And what's that like?"

Y/n sucks in a breath when she hears her boyfriend's question. Their eyes meet, then dart away again in an attempt to make the conversation as awkward as possible. Y/n never had a problem talking about sex, but when it came to Peter, even his presence made her nervous.

"When I..." The girl tries to finish the sentence, really being precise in asking if he was asking about what she does in the long hours alone at night while Peter is asleep.

The boy can hear his girlfriend's heartbeat increasing and her throat swallowing. 

"That's it." He cuts her off.

The light turns green, and the blaring horn of a car cuts through the tension created between the two. Peter turns his eyes to the busy streets, while Y/n searches for confidence in herself. 

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

Gray shirt clinging to her toned muscles

Tight pants drawing her ass in perfectly

Puffed-out chest

Perfectly wavy hair

Her legs cross over each other, shrinking her body.

“Holy fuck” Peter thinks when he saw his girlfriend crossing her legs 

"It's nice. I like listening to music and closing my eyes, because I seem to get lost in time and sensation." The girl says, still silently watching hers boyfriend's reaction. "I like being without anything on my body. Just the cold sheets because of the air conditioning I turn on, so I don't sweat so much."

Peter pressed the steering wheel against his hands

"And what do you think about?" The boy asks as if his words were sailing over brittle ice.

Y/n takes a deep breath, turning half her torso towards her boyfriend.

What was she thinking?

Perhaps the times her parents went out on business, and the couple found themselves on the sofa taking off only their blouses. Or when she first felt Peter hard while she was on his lap kissing him

When he came out of the shower with just a towel tied around his waist, and his hair dripping with cold water. 

When he used his index finger to touch her chin, and pull her into a kiss

Those same fingers that could touch you so deeply that your legs would collapse without the strength to stand up, and he would pick you up to use you once again as whatever he wanted you to be. Only he could make you feel so wet that you didn't want his touch so close for fear of losing the track.

"You"

Peter feels his cock against the factory of his underpants.

"Tell me about what." His voice comes out sultry, as if for a few seconds, he had put his shame aside. "I want to hear you, love," the brunette asked, taking one of his hands off the gearshift and slowly reaching for Y/n's hand, which was resting on his thigh with the cell phone.

Peter had never acted or spoken like that, but he couldn't deny to himself that he wanted more. He always wanted more, not even if he had to imagine tasting his girlfriend's sweetness. His cock was throbbing against his pants, and he could feel it twitching inside them, while his breathing made a point of being nervous. Feeling Y/n on his fingers, wrinkling them with the groove of his cum, or even thinking about the sensation of his walls meeting his cock, made him lose his shame in seconds. 

When he thought about it, it was something extremely out of touch with reality, but everything he wanted to do, fortunately the initiative had to come from him. Hearing from his own girlfriend that she masturbated thinking about what he was doing was like raising the hackles of a king

The car seemed to get smaller and smaller, and not even the wind in the air could stop them both wanting to take off their clothes. The leather seat seemed to cling to their sweaty skins, searching for something to hold them inside the car. For Y/n, she couldn't describe whether the situation was good or bad, as her sexual experiences had not been very positive during her teenage years.

"I think of your touch. That time we kissed, and I could feel you brushing past my thigh and slowly trying to find my clit." The girl adjusted her posture in the chair, letting her legs relax as well as her posture.

Peter, for his part, could feel everything she was feeling. His powers allowed him to see that she was getting more and more comfortable in the seat because her hard-on was increasing with every double entendre word that was directed at her, and it was a very interesting game to play in the car during a post-work commute in New York. The cars moved slowly, and even if the clock asked them to go faster, they didn't want to. 

"Did you like it?" One of Peter's fingers slid down, tracing a straight line between the upper part of Y/n's thigh.

"Uh-huh." The girl commented, seeing that her hand had now lost the warmth of his touch, so that her body could feel it. 

"Me too." Peter comments, allowing his whole hand to touch Y/n's thigh, squeezing it briefly as a silent sign of confirmation that everything was okay. Then, his middle finger traced a line down the middle of her legs, causing a low moan to escape Y/n's mouth, who, still embarrassed, allowed her legs to spread further apart. The hero's cock was begging to be touched, but this wasn't the first time he'd thought of doing it. His plan had always been to let things happen naturally, but he was also smart enough to know that now with a car, he had more freedom.

"Peter." Y/n's hand finds his fist. "And if anyone sees. There are traffic cameras that can...

"The windows are tinted." Parker comments, looking directly at his girlfriend's breasts which were becoming more and more exposed against her clingy blouse. " Are you okay?"

"Please." Y/n begs in a sly request, drawing a naughty smile from the brunette. 

His index finger fingered his girlfriend's wet spot against the factory of her pants, putting pressure on the girl who relaxed her body against the seat. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other between his girlfriend's legs, Peter grunts to himself.

"Fuck, Y/n. You... you have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you for months." Peter confesses, biting his lip as he feels the girl roll against his fingers and lay her head back on the bench. 

"You have?" The girl gasps.

"We've never been able to spend much time alone, and I've always refused to do anything because... fuck... I can't want to fuck you," Parker confesses, trying to balance the car, his hard-on and his girlfriend at the same time.

Y/n feels her feet fall from the stereotypical virgin pedestal she has built for herself. Peter had never been a saint, and as hard as it was to believe because of his cute face and lack of girl-talking skills, he was still a male teenager who had desires and wishes repressed by shame. 

"Peter." Y/n groans lowly, gripping the hero's wrist tightly as he manages to find her weak spot.

A satisfied smile came from his lips as he began to make circular movements, causing the girl to moan a little louder. Y/n lowered her eyes to the pants that suddenly seemed to be tighter than usual on hers boyfriend. His decency as a person had gone, and all she could think about was tasting him and making him feel so good that he spoke his name out loud without caring if anyone heard.

"Yes. Speak my name, Y/n." The brunette asked, continuing his movements, but increasing the speed.

The friction was intense, and it would have been easy for her to finish right where she started, but her sense of justice and pity tried to speak louder.

"I wanted to touch you." Y/n exposed, staring shamelessly at the bulge in Peter's pants. 

"You talk so innocently as if you didn't want me to be fucking you with my fingers on this very bench." Peter lets out a sarcastic laugh, denying it to himself, and casting a longing glance at him.

Y/n's walls contract as he speaks, as if his body had a will of its own and felt empty when he had nothing to satisfy his carnal desires. 

"I can hear your heart racing, darling." Peter takes his hand off the wheel for a moment, squeezing his hard cock as a form of relief.

Removing the hand that was between his girlfriend's legs, he adjusts the rearview mirror and looks both ways down the avenue. 

"Why did you stop?" The girl straightens her posture in concern.

"I need you now."

"What?" Y/n swallows dryly.

"I want to have sex with you now. Do you?" Parker asks angrily.

Without thinking, Y/n replies:

"I want to" 

"Okay." The boy shifts into gear so that he can change lanes and find another road that leads further away. In a moment of anxiety, the car dies. "Fuck!" Peter curses, drawing a nervous smile from his girlfriend.

"Let's get out of here, Parker. I'm dying to get a taste of you."

[cobrrastyle]

Same anon from the billy and the person who treats them like an advrage joe here, im requesting this mostly as a reference for how he may react with an oc of mine so if you don't wanna do this one i understand, but alive billy with a person that had bad abandoment issues because if people suddenly leaving them in the past. Can be either romantic or platonic, whichever you feel more comfortable with, but again you don't have to do this one if you dont want to

a.n. hello, anon! glad to hear from you again!! i'd be happy to do your request. i've decided to try out platonic hcs for a change, hope that's okay! ofc, theres no explicit mention of it being platonic so feel free to read this and interpret it however you'd like. sending much love to your oc, they deserve the world! <3

𝗔𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗜𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲𝘀

𝅘𝅥𝅲  gn!reader

𝅘𝅥𝅲  relationship. platonic leaning

𝅘𝅥𝅲  warnings. none

𝅘𝅥𝅲  edited. n/a

• contrary to ghost!billy, alive!billy is extremely unfamiliar with what's it's like to be abandoned. there will be a bit of a disconnect when it comes to empathizing with you, but don't let that steer you away from the fact that he DOES indeed care.

• tell him about your past and the cobra will be mad and sad for you all at once. he never really thought about it before, but being left behind by the people you thought cherished you sounds beyond terrifying to him and he can only imagine what you must feel.

• he's quick to tell you that you're 100x more than whatever those bozos were and assures you that he would never do the same thing they did. he means what he says, but sometimes, his words end up sounding a little more harsh than what he originally intended to get across.

"they were total d-bags anyway! if anything, it's good they left y—!"

• and there he goes, seemingly missing the point entirely. (we do not phrase the second half like that 💀)

• he knows he's screwed up once you look at him with a pained look in your eye and he immediately tries to backtrack and fix his mess-up.

• then, he's at a loss for words and doesn't really know what to say. he honestly feels really guilty and he can only sit next to you as none of you utter a thing.

• leave it to the cobra to get you and him back on your feet though! if there's anything he despises more, it's pessimism and gloom, especially when he's the one being a major kill-joy.

• that being said, billy places a firm—and a tad heavy—hand on your shoulder which catches you off guard. turn your head and you'll be faced with a beaming smile (it's blinding, even!)

"hey, i know just what you need." your silence prompts him to continue. "confidence!"

• there he goes again, and atp, you're inclined to think he's not taking this seriously. you're more than ready to leave until he stands right in front of you, preventing you from going anywhere.

"c'mooon. look, you gotta recognize your own worth. show em all what you're made of! trust me, the cobra sees it in you. we just gotta get you to see it. now you're gonna need a shot of it—a lot of it actually. lucky for you, doctor billy is in!"

• and just like that, billy will take the 'love yourself' concept to extreme mode! he's gonna be super supportive <3

• any form of self-deprecation from you will be met with opposition, STAT. mf is going to be your no.1 hypeman fr!

• surprisingly, jammin' out to his music is a huge help and is something he loves to initiate! he loves doing this thing where he strums his guitar and has you repeating lyrics after him (many of them on the spot, specifically made for you). the fact that most of his songs are in first person gives you the chance to insert yourself into the music. plus, it gets you to smile!

• will spoil you rotten, regardless of what you say. for crying out loud, you're tight with the b joe co! it takes a special kind of person for that and he's only gonna want high level stuff for you!

• distancing yourself will be very difficult. wherever you go, he goes (unless his stardom doesn't allow for it like when he's on tour).

• it's at times like these where you're more likely to overthink, but rest assured, billy plans on keeping a stable connection with you through call!

• act differently around him in the hopes that he sticks around longer and he WILL notice and WILL call you out on it. this isn't you and he's not gonna wanna play dumb. he won't just "stick" around—he doesn't like it when you put it that way—and he'll clarify that he just likes being with you, the real you.

• for as much as billy gets sidetracked with other things, he genuinely does care about you and feels terrible when he realizes that he’s been getting too carried away with stuff. out of everything, you’re one of the only constants in his life and he is willing to pull out every trick in the book to help you feel less alone and loved <3

• if you need words of affirmation, he'll do it in a heartbeat, but he does get kind of hurt that you would ever think that way of him—that he'd leave ever you. throughout his life he's been a dick, sure, and he still may be a jackass, but ever since you came along, you've influenced him for the better, which is something you may not always realize.

"i'm better than that! you know that... right?"

• it's hard trusting someone's word when you've had such a rough history, but take a bit to search for any shred of doubt in his eyes and you'll only be met with sincerity. realize that this is good for you, that you're not alone in the healing process. after that? crack a smile, whatever the size, and affirm it. you're not where you stood back then, things are better.

"now that's what i like to hear!"

[apixrl]

DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

[shes-a-gryffindor]

Butterflies

Chapter 1. I Missed You

If the party roaring through the common room disappeared abruptly around him, James probably would not have noticed, for from the moment the commentator announced Gryffindor’s victory over Slytherin in what was their last match of the year, his attention was elsewhere.

Scouring the stands from above, watching her leave for the castle with her friends and the rest of the excited crowd, he’d hurried through the post match huddle and congratulations with this team back down on the pitch, and as he walked back up to the castle with them at what felt like an excruciatingly slow pace, his mind was with Lily.

Perhaps it was the war that raged on outside the safety of the familiar stone walls, or that their seventh and final year was coming to an end but the etching anxiety that grew steadily in his chest was a recent development in how he felt when he was away from her too long.

After many a slap on the back, lots of hair ruffling and match commentary from his housemates he made his way through the common room, finding Sirius, who was in usual form, in the thick of the celebrations “There he is!” he exclaimed, clapping James’s back “What a bloody match! Should’ve seen their faces, smug bastards they usually are, absolutely priceless.” a few of their housemates whooped in agreement. Sirius took a swig from the bottle that was hanging loosely from his fingers and let out a bark of laughter at the sight of James distractedly looking around the common room.

Grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and steering him around he said “She’s over there mate”. Grinning sheepishly, James elbowed his best friend away.

She had her back to him, leaning over the edge of a table at the far end of the common room, laughing and conversing with her friends. She’d just thrown her head back in laughter when he wrapped his arms around her, winking at her friends as he greeted them “Ladies”.

Still laughing Lily leaned back into him, ran a hand over his forearm on her waist and weaved her fingers through his.

Her friend Mary answered between tipsy giggles “Potter! Great match, really…we were just wagering-” *hiccup* “-how long it’d be before you'd come and steal our Lily-" with feigned concern, she continued "-you’ve been apart over an hour, are you feeling okay?”

Dragging Lily away, James mocked “You lot are worse than Sirius Black”.

Waving at her friends, Lily turned around in his arms to wrap hers around his neck. He lowered his head, burying it in the crook of her neck, the anxiety settling “I missed you” he told her.

“I really have to agree with Mary, are you okay? She asked laughing “you’ve not even asked me how many of your goals I saw yet, what have you done with my boyfriend?” James laughed, leaning back he lifted her off her feet for a moment before resuming his position buried in her hair “Reckon it’s the Lily Evans effect” he grinned into her shoulder.

“I reckon you’re right” she said, grinning back “I missed you too”.

Lifting his head to look down at her, he rested his forehead against hers. 'Boyfriend' he thought...apparently, the measure of time they’d already been together hadn't changed how incredulous he was, that Lily felt for him now, the way he’d felt about her for so long.

Noticing the depth of his thoughts, as she so often did, she smiled knowingly before kissing him, intending for it to be short and sweet; but James was having none of it. As she’d begun to pull away he leaned right back into her, tightening his grip around her waist and neither of them seemed to much care about the stark contrast between the party happening around them and the slow and lingering kiss happening between them.

Only when Sirius wolf-whistled loudly at them did they break apart, laughing and a little breathless.

”Let’s get out of here?” He quietly suggested; after Lily weaved her hand through his in agreement, he lead them toward the portrait hole, tousling Sirius’ hair roughly as they passed him.

“That’s a good boy Padfoot” winked Lily, both boys laughed appreciatively at the inside joke.

“Always with the quick wit Evans!” He yelled behind them.

No sooner had they stepped through the portrait hole had James slung an arm around her shoulder “Right, where’s the closest broom cupboard?” he asked.

“Now you sound more like yourself” she laughed, elbowing him in the ribs “git”.

They wandered aimlessly through corridors, laughing and joking, stumbling down stairs and running up others until they breathlessly plunked down on the stone ledge of a window sill in a deserted corridor.

Backs to the window, propped up on their elbows with their legs stretched out into the corridor, Lily pulled a flask out from under her sweater “Bottoms up Potter" she said, before gulping down half it’s contents and handing it to him

James raised his eyebrows and laughed in comic disbelief.

Acknowledging his expression she winked lazily, grinning “I reckon it’s the James Potter effect”.

“I reckon you’re right” he grinned back, finishing off the rest of what was in the flask, whatever it was, it was strong- “Fucking hell” he spluttered “I think Sirius is trying to poison us”.

“Probably” laughed Lily “Did we not learn from-" she was now quaking with laughter "-What did he call them? Questionable biscuits? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Remus talk so much…or you so little” she nudged him, James chuckled at the memory and pinching her nose he added “or you so uncharacteristically mischievous”.

“Ah, the James Potter effect, remember” she said, very matter of fact.

“Ah, yes” he agreed, turning to facing her again, he balanced now on only one elbow “and I must say, it does suit you”. Running his free hand through hers, and leant down to briefly kiss the crook of her neck before resting his head there, sending butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

After a few seconds of staring off over James’ shoulder at nothing in particular, Lily thought aloud “To think…in only a few months we won’t be here for the better part of a year ever again…no more breakfast in the great hall, no more quidditch, no more accidentally-on-purpose hanging 'round corridors after rounds, trying for the life of us to dodge filch and peeves-“

“No more midnight dormitory rendezvous” James interjected.

“I think we’ll be fine in that department love, it might be an improvement actually-“

“-No more silencing charms” they said in unison and broke into a fit of laughter.

It was Lily who spoke again when they’d composed themselves “no more Slytherin Gryffindor rivalry”.

“That is life long ” James said pointedly.

She rolled her eyes but considered it for a moment…“Yes, I suppose it’ll take on a whole new meaning once we’ve left…” trailing off, her brow furrowed.

She found she was often caught between excitement at the prospect of life beyond Hogwarts, purpose driven by joining the Order; they, along with Sirius, Remus and (an albeit reluctant) Peter had quite literally thrown themselves at the opportunity when they’d heard. Lily, after-all, had more cause to fight than some...On the other hand there was the unsettling apprehension of the unknown, of what awaited and what the fight would look like.

At some point in her internal monologue, James had lifted his head to look at her. He watched the faint crease that appeared between her brows deepen as she stared at their entwined hands, not really seeing them for she was obviously deep in thought. The way her long hair fell like a curtain over her perfect face, the way she chewed the inside of her lip. All her little nuances he'd come to know and love, and he was up the wall, insanely in love with her. All of her.

Untangling his fingers from hers, he smoothed her brow gently and ran his hand down her cheek until his thumb sat just underneath her jaw, fingers coming to rest at the nape of her neck.

“Yes-" he told her "-but for now we’re just a pair of madly, sickly in love eighteen year olds who hang 'round empty corridors past curfew and rendezvous at midnight” that infectious grin making its way back onto his face.

Smiling again, she turned to face him, leaning on only one elbow now too. Weaving her free hand through the back of the one at her neck, she turned it away from her skin and lightly kissed the inside of his wrist. The heat from the drink still pooled in her chest, his wrist felt cool against her lips.

If butterflies fluttered through Lily, they absolutely erupted through James. The feel of her lips against his wrist pushed him to a level of intoxication far beyond what the contents of the flask already had.

Oblivious to what this had done to him she stood abruptly, tugging at his arm so as to join her “Come on” she said.

“What? Where are we going?” he asked, a little dumbstruck, but Lily was already pulling him down the corridor.

“Anywhere-" She said "-Outside! Wherever - who knows how many more times we’ll get to do this” practically running at this point.

In step now, they ran and stumbled hand in hand down the marble staircase and through the entrance hall. When Lily clamorously pushed open the massive doors at the entrance to the castle, James laughed “Lil! You’re going to have Filch-“

“Oh bugger him! What’s he going to do have us expelled with only two months of the year left?” She yelled as she let go of his hand and ran out onto the grounds, James let out a bark of laughter and made to follow her again “I reckon we’ve had a bad influence on you!” he told her. 

They were half way to the quidditch pitch, her laughter echoed out into the balmy spring evening, long hair bouncing wildly behind her. Almost as if in slow motion, still running, she turned around and grinned at him, her grin etched into every feature of her face setting her brilliant eyes alight and for a minute, James was stone cold sober, his breath catching in his chest.

In two strides he was right behind her, grabbing her hand he pulled her back towards him so that she spun 'round and crashed into his chest. Winded and breathless they looked at each other for a moment, and then they were kissing. A mess of arms around waists and necks, fingers tangled through hair, bodies as close as they physically could be, chests pressing against each other as if they could possibly get any closer than they already were.

When James’ hand found the hem of her sweater and slid underneath to gently run his palm across the small of her back, her goosebumps ensued and she pulled her lips from his, still close enough that there noses were touching, breathless and barley in a whisper, he told her “I love you”.

Closing her eyes to steady her breathing for a moment, Lily grinned against his lips and whispered back “How quickly do you think we can make it back up to your dormitory?”

The same grin swept across his face and he kissed her once more, quickly; without answering he grabbed her hand pulling her after him, running back up to the castle together, bright eyed, faces flushed, their laughter echoing through the grounds.

Read Chapter 2. Magnets, on Ao3 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33331396/chapters/83146177#workskin