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Levi x Reader: “What If’s” And “But’s”

Summary: You had arrived early from a journey outside the walls to your boyfriend. Instead of returning after bringing the report back to Erwin, you stayed with Levi for a lovely day out together. However, your day of tea and soft touches began to stress you out.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, fluff, more fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I wrote this a while ago... and as you can tell comfort fluff/angst is a major theme of this blog

The silkiness of the sheets over your body kept the hard found warmth in. Laying on your side, you rested your hand on the pillow by your head that sunk into the cushioned surface. Your knotty hair was loosely pulled back into a fishtail braid, the loose strands falling helplessly around your tired eyes. A warm body was flushed against your back; a strong arm lazily draped across your middle. Your other hand held his, soft fingers grazing gently over his calloused knuckles.

The lit candle on the bedside provided too much light causing slight discomfort, so you wiggled under the strength of the arm. You rolled over to face Levi’s tired steel eyes. His raven hair, usually in a centre part, was in a mess. However, it still seemed to frame his handsome face perfectly. His strong arm still stayed wrapped around your torso as you brought your hand slowly to rest on his injured leg.

He winced slightly at contact and groaned out, “What are you doing, brat?”

Feeling guilty, you relieved a bit of pressure on his leg and began to run your fingers up and down the sore muscles.

“Sorry,” you whispered, “Does it really hurt that much still? Maybe I should look at it again.”

“I’m fine,” Levi groaned, digging his face into the crevice of your neck.

You let a soft smile take over your face at his soft side he only shows to you. His bored words translated to kindness.

Pressing a soft kiss to his hairline, you mumbled into his hair; “I know you may think so, but I’ll do anything to make sure you’re okay, Levi.”

Levi slowly shut his gunmetal orbs, pulling you closer to him. His breath down your chest tickled as you slowly closed your tired e/c eyes. As soon as you let darkness flood your vision, you wrapped an arm around the sleepy figure in front of you. Levi was always so tired. You had never shared a bed with him, this being the first time. This felt like the best way to finish off the day you spent just with each other. A smile tugged at your lips when the promise ring around your finger came to mind.

However, a not so happy thought intruded. You couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something horrible was happening out in Wall Rose. Abandoning the others just to come back to Levi felt so selfish now that you were under the comfort of a roof and snuggled in a warm double bed. Someone had to deliver Hange’s message, right?

But what if Sasha, Connie and Jean had gotten into trouble?

What if Eren couldn’t turn into a titan when they needed him the most?

What if something happened to Hange and Commander Erwin?

A million “what if”s filled your head, making your heart pound increasingly fast. You couldn’t take the weight of these horrible thoughts as you shot up in the bed and stared at the wall blankly.

Shifting beside you turned your attention to Levi rolling over. He flung his forearm over to rest on his closed eyelids. You sighed in relief at the thought of not waking him, even with the sharpness of your movements. He must be so tired, You thought to yourself with a small smile.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Levi grumbled quietly.

Your eyes shot open further. You were wrong. You had woken him.

“Uh, nothing.” You shifted to lean against the bed board. “I just thought I was taking up too much blanket.”

To this, Levi removed his arm from his eyes and opened the beautiful spheres. He side-eyed you, making you avert your gaze. Pushing himself up, he tried his hardest to not hurt his injured leg. You couldn’t help but notice his awkward movements. To give yourself something to draw your attention away from him, you brought your knees up to rest your chin on them in attempt to create a ball of warmth. Once Levi was leaning against the bed board also, he gently took your chin in his thumb and index finger to face you towards him.

“Cut the crap, princess,” his voice still held the same amount of sass and monotone as ever, “The blanket is mainly on my half. There is something on your mind and don’t try to lie to me.”

You quickly flickered your eyes over every bit of his stern but soft face. Easily swayed, you let your legs slide down the mattress and your head hit the bed board.

“Okay, fine. I was just having a bit of a moment worrying over every possible bad thing that could happen to the others. I regret leaving them. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed our little day together so much but what if they needed me? What if I should have returned just so they know nothing happened to me? What if they’re worried about me right now?”

You ended up throwing your arms around in exclamation as our breathing picked up once again. Sensing you were about to have another round of questions spilling from your mouth in seconds, Levi immediately caught your wrists and brought them down.

He slipped his calloused hands in your own and hushed you, “Stop with the “what if”s. You’re just freaking yourself out. Nothing is wrong, okay? Brat, you are just being stupid.”

You shook you head urgently, “But-”

“No “but”s either,” Levi cut you off, “You need to think of something else and just go to sleep. I’m not letting you back out there without me. If anything is happening, at least it’s not happening to you. Go back to sleep.”

You nodded, Levi sliding down the bed and dragging you down with him. Avoiding his injury, you carefully lay across his chest. Head tucked into the crevice of his neck, you let the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat lull you back to back to sleep. Levi’s arms held you securely as he drew small circles into your exposed skin. With a kiss to your forehead, he finally fell asleep too.

Hello there! It’s so nice to see a blog still open to requests & can portray Levi so accurately!! I was wondering if I could request a one-shot with Levi Ackerman? Hurt comfort genre? Vague idea but Levi can see reader has been down, quietly makes them a cup of tea, sits down with them and just talks quietly? I don’t know about what. But it’s obviously he really cares about them? And they just really needed someone to sit with them in that moment? They needed a grounding point? You don’t have to

A/N: Hi!! Thank you so much for requesting and thinking I portrayed him accurately 🥺 You’re so so sweet 💕 Writing this was no problem at all!! I am still new to this so don’t be shy to give me any feedback! 

Levi x Reader: Grounding Point

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluffy angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Slight trigger for suicidal thoughts

Recently, the daunting reality you lived in had finally caught up to your dreams of saving humanity. The idea was all well and good, you knew that, but was it possible? Each mission you spent exploring and “conquering” put you in the danger of being eaten, smashed against a tree, squished, squashed, ripped in half, decapitated— The list goes on and on and on and on and on…

           Titans were out there and they were real. You were the first line of defence. You were the hope for humanity. You were the ones risking your lives and no one even knew your name except for when it gets craved onto a gravestone.

           You could die any time you stepped out of the walls.

           Why did you want to be a hero? For the praise? For the nobility? For the feeling of finally being safe?

           Putting the benefits beside the stakes made you think nothing was worth it.

           You didn’t think it was necessary when we were all going to die anyways.

           Humanity wasn’t worth saving.

           The only thing that made it sort of worth fighting for was your captain. Levi Ackerman. He intrigued you, but it wasn’t like you needed to save him when he could look after himself perfectly fine. Those around him… not so much. Not that you blamed him, but your captain had lost so many people he cared about but he still fought.

           But why?

           How?

           How could he find the strength to keep going?

           What was his grounding point?

           You really wanted to ask him, but you were scared that the question would be insensitive. Or, he’d “tch” at you and walk away with a roll of his eyes.

           The fleeting thoughts you had had turned into days of spacing out, and one day it just became too much to handle.

           Your face remained downcast as you sat at the dining hall. You hadn’t bothered to grab anything to eat, your appetite failing you. Claiming you weren’t hungry, you would have preferred to go to your room and sleep – or at least try. However, Hanji had insisted you had to be social for the night after a whole day of training. Your aching muscles from said training should have been a good enough excuse.

           Obviously, you couldn’t escape how hard no matter how hard you could have tried. Hanji was incredibly supportive, kind, intelligent, but she was a little bit too excitable after spending a whole day in a lab instead of expelling her energy. Not that she could ever run out of it, anyway.

           In times like this, you wished she could spare you some of that energy.

           But there you sat, silently staring into space as you zoned out of whatever conversation Hanji was engaged in with Mike. The other cadets and Survey Corp soldiers chattered much louder than Hanji, if that was possible, and the voices echoed in your ears. Ringing replaced them, flashes of blood appeared across your vision and everything went black.

           You were still conscious, but nothing computed or was comprehended. Your fuzzy brain detached from reality, searching for the light.

           Where was it?

           You desperately wanted to go.

           But you became dissatisfied when you were pulled back into reality.

           “Hey, brat,” Levi’s voice broke through the darkness, your head snapping towards him on a diagonal across the table. “You look like you’re going to be sick. Throw up somewhere else.”

           Expression unwavering, you took it as your opportunity to escape, “Yeah, good idea.”

           “Hm.” Levi picked up his teacup in his peculiar way and took a sip.

           Legs shaking, you stood up, the chair screeching on the ground and caused your skin to crawl. Ignoring Hange’s shouts of questioning, you edged to the door of the dining hall. You turned in the direction of your dorm, missing the slight crease that appeared between Levi’s thin eyebrows as he watched after you.

           Keeping your eyes forward, you stumbled through the hall. You took the familiar turns towards your dorm, the incessant ringing in your ears finally starting to ease as the noise of the cadets faded.

           Shakily, you swung the door open when you reached the dorm. Shutting it quickly behind you, you flopped onto your bed. Face down on the pillow, you shook as tiny sobs racked from your throat. A few salty tears seeped into your pillowcase. Letting your mind finally take over, you quickly cried yourself to sleep.

           You were awoken abruptly the next morning by someone knocking twice on your door. Sitting up slowly, you noticed that the sun only just peaked through the trees beyond the window above your bed.

           “Come in,” you wheezed, thinking it would be Hanji.

           However, your heart stopped when Levi opened the door just enough for him to slip into your room accompanied by a tray. Desperately finger-combing your dishevelled hair and rubbing your eyes, you addressed him.

           “I’m sorry, Captain. I’m late for training or cleaning, right? I’ll get going right now—”

           You went to swing your legs off your bed, but Levi cut you off by huffing.

           “Tch, no, brat—” he shut the door behind him with his foot— “Did you seriously sleep with your boots on? You look terrible, too. Did you not shower either?”

           Dumbfounded, you stuttered to reply to him, “I—I didn’t get the chance to do either of those things… I kind of fell asleep before I could.”

           “And you slept on an empty stomach?”

           “Yes, I but—”

           “Tch, I brought you this.”

           Levi presented the tray to you. A cup of steaming tea sat next to a plate with freshly prepared oatmeal right next to it. Your stomach immediately growled at the sight, causing you to reach out towards it.

           “Thank you, Captain,” you took the tray from Levi’s hands.

           He folded his arms and rolled his eyes, “No need for that title; we’re behind closed doors.”

           “Oh…”

           His statement made you slightly flustered as you spooned some oatmeal and placed it in your mouth. Your insides warmed up with the comforting food. As you continued to eat, you felt slightly awkward as Levi stood watching.

           Was he going to say something?

           You flickered your eyes up to meet his shiny grey orbs, catching a glint of confliction in his eyes.

           Was it that he didn’t know what to say?

           You were about to comment, but Levi finally spoke up again. His words stopped your heart from embarrassment.

           “You’re sad,” Levi stared firmly into your eyes, “I saw you were uncomfortable in the hall and gave you an excuse to leave. I was going to follow but I saw how tired you seemed and thought you just needed to sleep. But I know it’s more than that, right?”

           Jaw dropping slightly, you struggled to reply, “I… don’t know what you mean…”

           You could feel your emotions bubbling up again, a lump forming in your throat that you desperately tried to swallow with a mouthful of tea.

           Levi’s next move almost seemed out of character for him. He stooped down to his knees, looking up at you from a different angle. If you weren’t feeling so conflicted with emotions and anxieties, you would have made a comment about how he should be scared of dirtying his white pants on the dusty floor.

           “You’re lying, woman,” Levi’s words were still firm despite his more vulnerable position, as if he was trying to say that you were above him, “The normal you wouldn’t give me such a lame answer. Now would you tell me what’s wrong so you can just be you again.”

           His words took you by pleasant surprise, but the many mixed emotions you had been feeling came out all at once in the worst way. You failed to keep that lump in your throat down, a sob breaking up your rapid breathing. Tears flooded from your e/c eyes, your hands rushing to shield them from Levi’s wavering gaze. Your sudden mood swing caused him to panic slightly.

           “Hey, stop that,” he hushed you, unsure of what else to say, “Tell me. Get it out.”

           Unsure what to do, Levi got off his knees and took a seat next to you on the bed. The mattress sank, causing you to shift towards him. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back.

           “I’m sorry, Levi, I—I just don’t know what to do anymore,” your words broke up your sobs unevenly.

           “Don’t apologise,” Levi hesitantly took the tray from your lap, placing it on the floor.

           You cried hysterically with Levi next to you, unsure of what he should do to comfort you. In your heart, you wished that he would wrap his arms around you and tell you the best thing for you to hear in the moment. In your head, you were almost unsure if he could do it.

           “Damn…” Levi mumbled, “I wish I was better at this sort of thing. What do you want me to do, Y/N?”

           “I need you to be with me, Levi,” you cried out to him, “I want you to be with me so we can protect each other. This world is so— no, so messed up and I don’t think it’s worth saving. How do you stay so calm and don’t break down all the time? How do you do it? Levi, I just want you to be my grounding point—”

           Your words were cut short by the wind getting knocked from your lungs. Strong but inexperienced arms squeezed you, obviously not knowing the comfortable pressure for hugs. The tears that had once gushed from your eyes had seized, letting only one slip down your cheek and onto Levi’s Survey Corp jacket. The jacket that showed that he witnessed death every day.

           “I bottle it up,” Levi spoke softly, “but don’t ever do that, Y/N. You let it out when you need to and cry. Crying feels so damn good whenever you feel this way.”

           All you could do is nod, slowly snaking your arms around his form. His heartbeat against your chest beat just as fast as yours did; they were in sink. Levi knew what to say to you, no matter how good he thought he was at comfort. You could tell from his words that he spoke from experience, and you trusted him.

           He didn’t push you to say any more than what you had already said, taking the time to bring you back to the present. The warmth of his body against yours and the strangely comforting thought that he still didn’t know what he was doing soothed you. Even though he wasn’t confident in his abilities, how he continued to hold you proved to you how much you truly cared to give it a try.

           Slowly, he pulled you out of your intruding images, memories, and emotions. The unfamiliar radiance of relief and love filled you, swelling your heart and causing you to pull back to look at Levi.

           His brilliant grey eyes flickered with a silver you never noticed until you were this close. No words were exchanged between each other, only his thumb that rubbed over your cheek to rub the tear tracks off your skin.

           “Thank you, Levi,” you whispered, digging your face into the collar of his jacket. You could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes and smiled.

           “A bath would also do you good, you’re filthy.”

           You laughed into his neck, confidence and comfort along you to say the four words you have wanted to say for a while now.

           “I love you, Levi.”

           However, nothing could have prepared you for when he said it back.

           “I… I love you too.”

hi i love your writings so much and your style is brilliant! uhm can i request a levi x reader fake dating au? if thats possible..♡ have a great day♡♡

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting and for the encouragement, being a new blog 😊💕 It always makes my day getting sweet messages like this. I’m not really sure about this one, as I made it surprisingly angsty but I still hope you like it!

Genre: Angst, unrequited love

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1.4k

Slight trigger for sexual assault

The ballroom’s glow settled down onto the occupants of the ball. Dots of shiny lights ricocheted from the chandelier, creating an effect like stars in the sky across the roof and walls.

           A tight corset bound your waist, crushing the bottom of your lungs and making it difficult to draw in breath. The strong sting of the alcoholic scent wafting from the bar and Wall Sina slobs, who were considered nobles. They couldn’t just slap fancy clothing on an overweight middle-aged alcoholic man and call him a noble.

           Your status in the Survey Corps was what had lobbed you into this mess. Many times you have had to dress in prissy clothing with frills and bows, pulling your hair into a bun that was slightly too tight to be comfortable.

           If talking to naive, selfish, and arrogant men wasn’t bad enough, the rule that you had to bring a date made your skin crawl.

           Being a Squad Leader meant that you knew plenty of men, as the vast majority of the Scouting Regiment contained male soldiers. However, choosing a date was impossible. If the men weren’t immature boys, they were perverted men in their thirties.

           The first time you were placed in this situation, Hanji hooked you up with Levi Ackerman, back when you couldn’t stand the short male. You found him irritating; he had no human emotions. Not to mention his insufferable obsession with cleaning. The two of you struggled to stay the entire time, swarmed by sweaty old men and each other. Levi certainly struggled with the attitude you gave him.

           When the night was over, the two of you swore that he never had to hold your waist for a slow dance again.

           You wished it was that simple.

           Erwin announced the invitation to another ball. Both you and Levi hoped you wouldn’t have to power through another dance together, managing to find another date. You had asked Erwin, but was turned down as he had someone to go with.

           The two of you had to go again, dragging your feet through every dance with Levi’s hand hovering awkwardly on the frills of your gown.

           Rumours that you and Captain Levi were dating spread through the immature Survey Corps in a heartbeat. The rumours leaked onto the streets, the civilians thinking that Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had a girlfriend was incredibly chivalrous. Erwin’s need to please the people resulted in him ordering you to keep up an act of dating Levi.

           From then on, you and Levi put on a fake show for the people. Luckily, holding hands was as far as Levi would go.

           You wished it would end. Your existence was almost like a trophy that was polished in a cabinet to brag about. You had the looks for it and everyone constantly reminded the two of you.

           Secretly, you wished that Levi would return the compliment someday, the time you have had to spend together rubbing off on you. You hoped Levi would come to feel the same.

           The air in the ballroom became stuffy as the men around you pushed you towards the centre of the room. You had lost Levi a while ago now, him claiming he wanted to get the two of you drinks. However, you didn’t believe him.

           He would never drink anything that wasn’t tea, you thought.

           An old man approached you, his eyes bloodshot from the alcohol consumption. They raked up and down your body, causing you to shrink in on yourself to protect your figure from the prying eyes. You scowled as he was pushed further towards me with a stumble.

           “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, “You got a date?”

           “Yes, it was compulsory in order to be let through the doors,” you replied calmly.

           Frowning at him down the bridge of your nose, you etched towards the knife hidden in the layers of your dress. It was originally Levi’s idea to hold a knife with me, as the chances of getting into a situation where you need self-defence is too high.

           “Where is he now?” The man approached you further, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

           “Mind what? He’s coming back in a moment.”

           “What is he gonna do to me? Kill me?”

           You pursed your lips and widened your eyes, nodding.

           The man ignored you, almost stumbling forward onto you. Your hand slipped under the layer of your dress, fingers curling around the handle. Taking steps back, the man continued toward you. You were about to whip the knife out from behind your back when you backed into a firm chest.

           “Sorry--” you began, but paused when you saw who stood behind you.

           Levi lingered there with a scowl, flickering his eyes from you to the man. His grey eyes bared into the man, who straightened his posture.

           “Would you like a dance?” Levi learned forward to whisper into my ear.

           “Gladly,” you nodded, not batting another eyelash at the creep who stood stunned in silence.

           Levi’s calloused hand slipped yours off the knife and into his feathery hold. Guiding you around to the side of the room, he sat you in the corner on a nearby chair. Honestly, you were hoping for a dance, your mood shifting into a confused malice as to why he pulled you aside.

           “I thought we were dancing,” you whispered, folding your hands in your lap as he lingered above you.

           “Tch. Of course not,” Levi rolled his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, “I was only getting you away from that slobby drunk.”

           “You know we’re actually supposed to look like we are dating, right?” You snapped, copying his composure by crossing your arms, also.

           Levi frowned harder, “I don’t know what else you want me to do. Aren’t men supposed to keep other men away from their significant others? That’s what I did, brat.”

           “I’m not a brat, first of all,” you sighed, “Second of all, couples are supposed to be more affectionate than this.”

            The huff that Levi let from his lungs caused a pang of hurt to strike you. For too long have you had him groan, grumble, and frown at you instead of providing you with proper answers. By now, you could tell exactly what every single one meant. This one was very direct, a simple “I don’t care.”

           The time you spent with him you had come to realise he was not the completely mindless titan killing machine that the rest of mankind believed that his was. Behind his cold and passive demeanour, he genuinely cared about his squad, fellow captains and commanders. Having witnessed his true nature, you began to grow soft towards him. However, you quickly realised that you weren’t special.

           “Levi….” you sighed, biting your lip. Your heart thumped in your chest at the words that formed in your head.

           Maybe if he knew how you felt he would change?

           Maybe if you followed your heart he could take advantage of the opportunity?

           “What is it,” Levi’s words expelled from his mouth more like a groan of annoyance than a question.

           You took another deep breath and averted your eyes, “I actually like you, and I want to make this relationship real. I know that you think that fake dating for the people is stupid, but we wouldn’t feel that way if it is real. It’s real to me.”

           Cautiously, you lifted your eyes back up to find his. The way his mouth hung open ever so slightly and his eyebrows raised an extra inch caused your heart to lodge into your throat.

           When he didn’t reply, you held your breath, “I don’t know if you feel the same or not, and it’s okay if you don’t. But I can’t keep faking something with you when I want it to be real.”

           Timidly, you watched as he cast his eyes to the floor. You couldn’t tell if he was going to reply, never having witnessed the silence that he spoke at that moment. Growing impatient, you stood.

           “Say something,” you ordered, “Please answer, Levi.”

           “What do you want me to say?” Levi looked into your eyes, the intensity of the stare causing guilt to bubble within you. “My answer isn’t going to satisfy you, I can tell.”

           “I’d prefer if you say it.”

           “I don’t feel the same. I never have and I never will. I’m sick of everyone I care about dying; I don’t want it happening again.”

           Your breath caught in your throat. On one hand, you respected his feelings and reasoning, being something that hit close to home for yourself. On the other, his tone stung, the words pierced you, the unrequited love ached your heart.

           “One day, you’ll find someone, Y/N,” Levi reached out to pat your head, your breath frozen in your lungs, “But what we have is fake.”

           “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

I’m still alive!!

School’s been taking a toll on me but I hope to get back to writing in the next week or so...

Requests are always open so I’d love if you’d send some in! ~ ❤️

Drabble: Levi x reader

Prompt: Both of them injured, and them waking up beside each other

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort (wow, not surprised)

A/N: Depressed + Levi deprived = this

Thumping behind your ears woke you up suddenly, the rumbling of the cart jolti by you around. The bright blue sky above you blinded you, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. Hooves thundered nearby, trailing next to the cart you were being carried in.

The thin sheet across your body helped the warmth cling to you, pain shooting through your body. Stains of red down the sheet caught your attention, noticing the parallels between where you were in pain and the blotches.

Turning your head to the side, you saw him. His eyes were halflidded, blinding slowly fight away the pain coursing through his own body. He lay on his back like you, wrapped in bandages. You wished you could remember what happened but your mind was fuzzy.

Levi coughed beside you, wheezing as he took in a breath.

“Levi?” You whispered, “What happened?”

The man turned his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows at you. He lifted a hand to place on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

“Hey, brat,” he left his hand resting on your head, “You got us in this mess to begin with.”

“It-it hurts,” you winced as the cart bounced, presumably over a rock.

Levi shifted to get closer to you, cursing under his breath at his own aching body, “I know, it sucks. Keep those eyes of yours open.”

You nodded, holding eye contact with Levi. The hand atop of your head secured you as the cart bounced across the terrain back to the walls. His gaze made you feel safe but the thought of his potential scolding caused you to feel ashamed.

Immediately afflicting the blame on you only made you feel worse, and you wished Levi could see that.

“Levi...” you began.

“What?”

“Are you going to yell at me when we get back?”

“Probably, you almost getting us both killed wasn’t too smart. But, I know you’ll need some attention. Your injuries are worse than mine.”

You tried nodding but your head thumped painfully. Levi noticed the wince you tried to hide and ran his thumb up your forehead.

“Don’t move, I know it hurts,” he sighed.

He knew that literally anyone could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you getting the proper treatment. You certainly knew - especially because he lay injured beside you - that he went completely out of his way to save you.

Maybe you were too delirious to notice before, but the rhythmic stroking of Levi’s thumb across your forehead burnt into your skin. Never before had he been this close to you or expressed such worry for you.

Before this, you always thought you were another on of his cadets. Now, you felt slightly special.

Maybe you were something special to him.

Levi with a tall/buff s/o

Requested by anon: aaa could u write about levi with a tall s/o? i'm 5'10" and i'm not head over heels for him like i used to be but the height difference is still funny to think about

A/N: I feel like I just ended up describing Erwin by the end of this 💀I wrote this as a buff s/o as well... yeah oops just Erwin

You’d actually be the best duo on the battle field not gonna lie

He has the speed and agility while you can balance it with strength

Off the battle field he is totally under your influence, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger

If you tease him, he low key gets offended so you can always get what you want because of his sore pout

He doesn’t mind overall, as you know why he’s got his short stature and are truly caring for him

Kiss the top of his head please, he loves it

Because he can’t reach your cheeks to kiss you and doesn’t want to use force, he has this stare that he gives you that shows you he wants you to bend down

To anyone else, he looks like he wants to kill you when he just wants to give you a smooch lol

If you lean over him without bending your knees (you know what I’m talking about, it makes sense) he either gives one or two of the following reactions

If you’re being cocky, he’ll scowl and push you back (or he’ll try)

Or if you’re being sweet and doting, he’ll become a blushing mess

You can’t sit in his lap, and there is no way in the world you’re getting him to sit in yours

So you sit beside each other thigh to thigh, it’s intimate but not over the top

Riding horses with him is so funnyyy

I know for sure he uses a stool please make fun of him or help him up depending on your morals 

Things you do that fluster him:

the lesbian door lean (androgynous) 

leaning on things

wear heels (also androgynous)

cuff sleeves or just wearing button ups in general

wear high-waisted pants

anything to do with doorframes I can’t stress that enough

put your hand on that part on his back between the shoulder blades just below his nape while walking with him