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       The silhouette of his muscled arms grew against the cabin walls as they wrapped delicately around your waist. His scent filled your every pore while he guided his lips down the arch of your neck and rise of your shoulder. Beneath tangled sheets Levi gripped your skin as if he’d simply die without it between his fingertips. Slow ripples of moonlight faded in through the open window, a sweet summer breeze rolling in bringing the fresh aroma of grass and roses. Sweat rolled down your arms and chest as your nails clutched at his naked torso. His slanted gunmetal hues mollified as his supple lips found their way to the shell of your

Warning: Mentions of drug use | Language Reader & Levi are 21+ This is the sequel to Miscalculation. College AU      This is how it ends for me..    A thick coat of fog circled the front of your face as you shivered forcefully beneath the bundles of blankets draped around your form. You were almost one hundred percent certain your hands had become solid blocks of ice, and with each tap on the keyboard an arctic jolt shot up your arms. With a low whine you flopped forward onto your stomach and contemplated slamming the laptop closed on your head. Four hours of writing, erasing, editing, two mental break downs and you still hadn’t f

Warning: Language. ____ Dew dipped grass blades swept against your knees as you crouched in the shadow of an overgrown rose brush. Faint moonlight brushed against the dark lawn in pallid streaks, nearly bouncing off the silver clasp of your boots. Yanking the fabric at your wrist you wiggled your fingers briskly to test the flexibility of your newly acquired accessory, a small smile perking at your lips when you felt the leather against your skin. Your little endeavors had started as a revenge hobby, slated only for a select group of people who had hit your shit list hard, but the addiction that followed was something you had not accounted

    Between the deepening howl of the wind skating across your flushed cheeks and the faint glow of bright orange pumpkins smiling their jagged tooth grin as your shoes scratched against the cement, there was no denying Halloween was right around the corner. A mulberry sky had draped over your neighborhood with dots of silver starlight scattered between the pale glow of the city lights residing just beyond your sleepy suburban bundle. Tucking some loose strands of hair behind your ear you let a soft sigh whistle through your lips, though the warmth from your scarf was enough to ease the nip of autumn air it didn't do much to distract you from

The beauty of the city covered in the fresh scent of summer flowers and the hum of honeybees gave most people a spring in their step. A bright morning sun rising high in the sky to warm the air, puffy and pallid clouds drifting across a ceaseless azure sky. It was breathtaking, refreshing, some would even say a paradise. However, the instant change from the chilly spring to bug infested summer had cursed you with a cold so foul you'd prefer a shot of acid to the eye. Somehow you had managed to last a snow filled winter without the slightest hint of sickness. Now you were stuck in your boyfriends old t-shirt, rolling around uncomfortably betw

Drip Drip Drip Levi could feel his body tensing with each drop of water, hunched over his desk with his eyebrows furrowed, tired eyes scanning what had to be one of the dumbest legal cases he had ever seen in the history of time. He pushed his reading glasses up so he could pinch the bridge of his nose with his fingertips, the incessant plink of water falling into the tub reverberated in his eardrums. If he did not escape the obnoxious water flowing from his bathtub he was going to murder somebody. Shooting up from his chair in a fit of wrath he stalked over to his bathroom and kicked the bathtub faucet with the heel of his boot twice. Th

|Levi Ackerman x Reader| (Attack on Titan) Warnings: Long-fic. Angst. Profanity. It had been your first expedition out of the walls as a squad leader. God, how many had died? The sheer number was mind-numbing, and you didn't want to think anymore. You wanted a distraction. Any distraction to take away from this dull, empty pain. But that's not right, you thought. I've seen my comrades die right before my eyes before. Indeed, you had. Even as a cadet, fresh from training, every expedition had only led to more and more deaths. You'd eventually lost count of how many bloody corpses you'd been forced to help recover, and how many beloved frie

Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader (Durarara!!) Author's Note: oh hey look she's back I love you, [Name]-chan! You swore you felt your eyebrow twitch. Next to those sickeningly romantic words was the profile picture of none other than Izaya Orihara, winking at the camera with his tongue pointed out — a typical pose your boyfriend loved to strike. Immediately, you felt your nose crinkle in disgust, almost as if it were a natural reflex. After all, you hated all forms of public displays of affection. Not to mention, social freakin' media was easily one of the most public things out there in the world. "Was that really necessary?" You finally de

Izaya Orihara x Fem!Reader (Durarara!!) Warnings: A little crack? "[Name]-chaaan!" You twitched. You turned to glare at the source of the sudden voice, hand clenching in frustration around your pencil at the interruption. "What do you want, Izaya?" you asked tiredly, placing your pencil down on your half finished homework. You stretched, letting out a small sigh of relief as your joints and bones popped out of their stiffness. You were at Izaya's place, cramming in the last of your homework on his (very) comfortable leather couch. The sneaky jerk had manipulated convinced you to move in with him, claiming that he needed his beloved '[Name]