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monbons · 27 days
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WIP Wednesday
Thanks for the tags @thewholelemon and @shrekgogurt. Your stuff looks so good (yes ALL of it Jenny! Stop doubting yourself!) and I cannot wait until it is out in the world. Thanks also to @hushed-chorus -- I already devoured the two fics on your list I had never heard of and they were SOO good! We're very much on the same wavelength with vamp angst.
You know what’s not as fun as everyone's updates? Developing a truly distinct voice for a fic and then trying to break out of it once you are done. I love my narrator for The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch, but flowery prose/omniscient third-person doesn't work for most fics! I'm trying to ease my transition back into first person POV switching by writing a sequel to my EGF fic, Kill Em With Kindness. It doesn’t need a sequel, but it’s been a fun way to get back to throwing words on the page and seeing what sticks. (I wrote 1k words over the past couple days, which is way more than I have since I finished Eternal Life! Are the words any good? Debatable. But progress is progress...)
In the meantime, here is a bit of current Baz from chapter 5 under the cut. Not technically spoilery if you haven’t started reading, but honestly, you should be forced to wait just as long as everyone who has been reading for this meet-cute…so I forbid you from clicking if you haven’t started yet!!!
“Hey—uh—there’s a long line—” the young man smiles awkwardly, “—so if you aren’t ready, maybe you should step aside?” Baz regains control of his mind and mouth briefly enough to utter an order. “Pumpkin mocha breve. Small.” The young man laughs. “Are you a child?” “What?” “That drink sounds gross.” He wrinkles his nose. “Certainly much too sweet for a grown man to drink before his morning run.” Baz is well and truly shocked from his reverie now. He glances at the young man’s name tag. Simon.  “I’m perfectly serious, Simon. Can you not make it?” Baz raises an eyebrow.  “I can.” Simon shrugs. “I’d rather not.”
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grim-01 · 1 month
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Modern au Starbell
Not as awesome-sauce as I'd like to draw but it's honest work
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i do not understand modern vashwood coffee shop aus where wolfwood is the barista. he is not barista material he'd cuss out the first karen to criticize his coffee. that man should be a line cook at a shitty run down restaurant and he smokes weed in the break room and swears at the owner but they can't fire him because he's the best cook they've ever had. actually vash shouldn't be the barista either he can't memorize all the different ways to make beverages and would spill an entire black coffee on wolfwood and wolfwood didn't even order a black coffee he orders decaf, vash would get fired like ten minutes into his first shift
this applies to every version of vashwood btw none of them should be handling hot coffee. put wolfwood in a shitty restaurant that vash frequents bc they make good desserts or put vash in a flower shop that wolfwood goes to often because the kids he babysits like the flowers. they would b terrible baristas
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revengeghoulette · 30 days
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Thank you for reading the first part of Matcha Latte w/Rose. I suck at titles, so that's what were going with!
I can't express how truly happy and giddy the notes on reblogs make me! I'm over here blushing and giggling like an idiot. All your comments and stuff really do keep me going.
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datshitrandom · 10 months
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Favorite Fanfics (107/?): Hearing Verse by @adiwriting
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arminsumi · 1 year
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Fuck it I love you
Fic / L. Ackerman / C1
"I don't know if I can tie my hands behind my back when it comes to you."
Levi's that shy boy who works at the cafe near campus. He's overwhelmed with newfound affections for you. Although any romantic advances seem hopeless, considering the fact that you're dating the local heart-throb, Erwin.
Cws; fluff, angst, mutual pining, slight love triangle
Notes on Y/n; Fem! + fem!pronouns used
Notes on this au; modern! + college!, Levi and Erwin are rivals
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"I don't like the term 'crushing' very much. It sounds juvenile." Levi grumbles quietly while stealing another glance of you in the library.
"Yes, but that's exactly what it is! What else would you call it?" Hange replies, then pauses to look over at you as you peruse the aisles, "I think it's very sweet." Hange assures Levi.
It's been about five months since you've begun attending Paradis' biggest college in Trost, and just two months since you've started dating the valedictorian, Erwin Smith; a bright-faced blond who showers you with affection. He's everything a boyfriend ought to be, and although your ego swells when girls on campus give you jealous looks, something just feels... incompatible between the two of you.
If Levi had any idea that you doubted your feelings for Erwin, he'd be brave enough to talk to you. But for now, he's resorted to complaining to Hange about how his growing feelings are such a nuisance to deal with.
"Hey, okay, how about you try talk to her now? I mean, Erwin's nowhere in sight." Hange nudges Levi, who's brooding over his textbooks.
"She's busy, I'd just annoy her. I know I'd be annoyed if someone approached me in the library."
Hange laughs, "But that's just because you're a grumpy old man trapped in a nineteen-year-olds body."
"Maybe." Levi says.
"Alright, how about later? Just strike up a conversation when you bring her order." Hange suggests.
Levi shrugs and sighs, seemingly giving up early on the idea. Hange persists until he agrees that he'll at least try.
You're idling the aisle nearby, Levi has to crane his neck to catch a proper glimpse of you.
His cold irises swirl with a sort of olden-day affection, and now he can't take his gaze off of you. He completely tunes out of Hange's rant about chemistry and Moblit, only focusing on you; to others, he seemed calculating right now, but he felt nothing but adoration for your features and your very feeling.
"Talk to her you coward!" Hange yells in Eldian, slamming the table, startling Levi like someone just dumped cold water on his back.
He gives Hange a vexed look, then raises from the circular white table that he was previously hunched over.
"I'm not cowardly, just cautious. You do know that she's dating him, don't you?" Levi sighs, disheartened by his own fact-check.
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There's a cramped, earthy cafe on campus that draws in artists who adore the architecture and coffee addicts who drift through the front door by the enticing scent, as if cartoons.
At around 6 PM every day, without fail or delay, you walk through the entrance door. Levi is always tending behind the counter, often pouring latte art into a freshly made beverage.
Today when you enter, at your side is your boyfriend, Erwin Smith. Levi draws his eyes up to look over, noticing this immediately, and then everything inside of him prickles with white hot jealousy.
He accidentally spills milk over the countertop, it forms a puddle.
"Shit." Levi mutters reactively under his breath, getting a rag to clean it up.
He absolutely loathes when Erwin strolls up to the counter to take both of your orders, instead of it just being you like usual.
Levi sees that you're entangled with your textbooks. They're splayed over the round table like an abstract art display.
"Levi, I didn't know you worked here." Erwin condescends with a gentle smile.
Something in his air is intuitive, like he knows that Levi is annoyed by his presence.
Hange is sat in clear sight, giving Levi a look that tells him not to say anything problematic to the school's valedictorian.
"Can I take your order?" Levi asks calmly, ignoring Erwin's rising smug atmosphere.
Perhaps on purpose, Erwin changes his mind several times about his own order.
Levi glares over at your table when Erwin returns, then draws this glare over to the deafeningly loud coffee grinder, like it's done him wrong.
He pours the latte art of Erwin's order with the mundanity of a cement truck pouring cement. Contrastingly, after he refills the latte cup with creamy milk, he pours the latte art of your order with the same sort of carefulness that a mother would have for her baby.
With meticulous movements, he creates the illusion of a flower in the cup. The intense aroma of the fresh brew travels over to your table.
It's a scent that you'll always associate with Levi; slightly earthy notes from the cafe's hanging plants mingling with coffee grounds. Every now and then you catch the scent of a flower, but it passes quickly.
When Levi brings your order, for the briefest moment the two of you make eye contact. Of course, he's too shy to maintain it for longer than a second, but it's enough to get his heart panging excitedly.
He mutters Erwin's order emotionlessly and sets it on the table in front of him. Then he gently sets down your cup, careful not to disturb your study papers.
"Enjoy." He says, more so to you than Erwin.
Hange gives Levi a sympathetic look when he gloomily floats behind the barista counter. He leans against the counter with folded arms, watching you as you laugh with Erwin about something. Levi gets lost in admiration over your smile.
His heart sinks while his head fills with negativity and jealousy.
But then, as if by a pitying god's hands, yours and Erwin's date is interrupted by an urgent call. Your blond boyfriend excuses himself, bright eyes alight with apologies as he explains that he has to go.
Before leaving, he places an almost formal kiss to your hand. Levi scrunches his eyes at this, and looks away in repulsion at Erwin. Hange has to smother their laughter while this all plays out.
Now you're left to finish your beverage with the sole company of your textbooks and notes. It looks aesthetically disorganized to you, but to any sane person it looks like nightmarish disorganization.
Although Levi is a neat person, he's barely bothered by how messy your table is. He finds it almost endearing. But that's only because it's your mess. If it was anyone else he would be internally judging them.
Hange gives Levi an encouraging nod in your direction, so he inhales deeply, as if the air could fill him with more confidence. But as soon as he floats over to your table, his chest is engulfed by shyness.
His whole demeanor feels similar to a cautious bird, hopping near to strewn seeds.
"Do you want another?" He asks simply, his words nothing like how he just rehearsed in his mind.
"No way, I'll be through the roof if I have more caffeine." You briefly laugh, the melody of your voice grasping his heart.
"Oh... um, well, we also have decaf..." Levi suggests, daring to make very brief eye contact.
Hange sees that help is needed, and so comes to your table.
"Decaf coffee isn't going to get all that work done! Good grief, Y/n, you really know how to procrastinate." Hange jokes, bringing with them a convivial feeling.
"Hange!" You greet them excitedly, earning a lopsided smile.
Levi's shoulders slack in relief at Hange's intervention.
"Come, let's sit together. I'm lonely as all hell." Hange suggests, hopping onto the seat where Erwin once sat, "Levi, get a chair, and sit with us."
"My boss will-" Levi begins, but Hange smacks the table.
"Your boss will just have to deal with it. So, Y/n, what's the news?" Hange says, interlacing their fingers and propping their chin on top of them.
Levi's eyes tell a million thanks to Hange as he pulls up a chair and joins you two. He knows that he couldn't have asked to sit with you even if his life depended on it.
Obviously, it wasn't true that Hange was sitting with you out of loneliness; they just wanted to sew yours and Levi's companies together, then disappear so you could be alone together for once.
And so Hange conjures up some believable excuse to leave, giving Levi a subtle wink before exiting the cafe.
The golden hour approaches, and you have to believe me when I say that the light is pure gold; everything it touches becomes angelic, utterly pleasing the eyes.
Levi is absolutely captivated by how this gold light paints your face.
He never gives hint to the fact his heart is thumping sharply against his ribcage, or that his nerves are causing his leg to vibrate up and down under the table.
The only indications of his nervousness are his sharp swallows and stutter-started sentences.
He keeps a determined gaze on your empty coffee cup, his head subtly bowing out of shyness. It's completely eating him up. And so are you; your whole feeling engulfs him. He's never felt so satiated by someone's presence. It's incredible, really, considering that he's confirmed himself to be a loner by now.
Strands of his silky black hair are limply dangling over his eye. He's so pretty that you have to speak at least one of the compliments running rampant in your mind.
"I like your hair. It's doing a thing there." You compliment, pointing out a peculiar part that subtly curls inwards towards his eye.
He's taken aback, "Thank you?" is all he can manage to respond with.
If only you knew how much this tiny compliment affects him. He thinks about for the rest of his shift, which he returns to after his boss glares at him.
Before you leave, you walk over to the barista counter. Levi thinks you're going to pay, but then realizes that you've already paid.
"Hey, can I give you my number?" You say unexpectedly.
He stutters, but grasps this opportunity with a firm grip.
"I- yeah, uh, yeah sure." He says.
After you put yourself in his contact list, you look up at him and say something that rings in his mind for the rest of the evening.
"We should hang out sometime, I want to get to know you better."
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Levi wasn't walking back to his dorm, he was drifting; drifting like the autumnal leaves that whimsically drifted around him. He was deep in his thoughts, for once not brooding over his predicament, but excitedly replaying and analyzing the conversation that you two shared earlier.
He messages Hange a million thank yous, and tells them all about what happened.
Hange: you should probs message her and confirm this hang out thing
Levi: Alright. But where should I suggest we go?
Hange: idk just meet her at the fountain plaza and wander town. i think that always works out the best =D
Levi: Okay
He switches to your chat, preparing to send the first ever message to it. But he hesitates for so long that his anxiety feeds his doubts, plumping them up so much that they block him from typing.
He goes back to his and Hange's chat.
Levi: I'm too nervous
Hange: adorable
Hange: don't think, just type and send
Hange: she's only a person yk
Levi: Okay.
With that, Levi composes a very short (and Levi-esque) message, hesitating only briefly before tapping the send button.
At the other end, there's you, snuggling your blanket almost falling asleep until Levi's message alerts you, shaking your brain awake.
With excited hands, you slide your phone off the bedside table and into your grip.
The phone screen glares at you, your eyes adjusting and reading;
1 NEW MESSAGE
You open it, and there reads his message;
Levi: Hi, it's Levi. Barista boy from today. Thank you for talking with me, it meant a lot. Maybe tomorrow if you're free we can hang out? I was thinking we could meet at the fountain plaza? It's okay if you change your mind.
While he's sinking into bed, nervously anticipating a response from you, his phone vibrates. He jumps and plucks his phone from the bedside table with humorous speed.
You: hey Vi!! yes ofc, i'd love to meet up tomorrow. fountain plaza sounds good, see you at 4pm-ish? :)
If his heart could sing, it would be singing a whole orchestral composition.
Vi.
He kept thinking about that.
It was just a little nickname that came off of the top of your head, but it meant a great deal to him, since no one has ever nicknamed him. In fact, he's openly declared his hatred for nicknames to just about everyone now.
Of course, this would later lead to the running joke in your relationship;
"Stop the Vi thing. It's Levi."
"Okay, sorry Le-Vi."
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little-devil-art · 1 year
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[Modern AU Xander]
“Phrases like “Welcome back“ or “Here you are, finally“ while accompanied with a warm smile gave me a feeling of safety and for a short moment, all worries are faded away.“
- Probably a Quote from an imaginary Fanfiction about Barista Xander when you enter his newly opened Coffee Shop after a while of visiting it.
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doubletrucks · 7 months
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the french press hands down worst method of coffee making. if i was looking to do more work and wait longer for coffee that sucks balls bad every single time i would choose the french press EASY but in no other scenario is it a good or useful thing
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duckapus · 1 year
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Idea:
-Tim Drake and college-age Timmy Turner unknowingly go into the same coffee shop
-Accidentally get each-other’s order thanks to having the same first name
-Tim feels like he’s high af and having a heart attack at the same time while Timmy wonders why Gotham coffee is so much weaker than the stuff back home
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discworldwitches · 3 months
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i am feeling extra mushy this week bc it’s valentine’s day and i know i KNOW it’s fake but i love love and love this silly holiday.
yesterday i was talking to my therapist abt all the lovely beautiful people in my life who i never expected to find and i’m just 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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goldlightsaber · 8 months
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steorn · 6 months
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QOTD: What is your favorite hot drink, and what's your favorite way to have it?
latte, whole milk and good amount of dense foam. 16oz cup, 2 or 3 shots if I'm feeling spicy. 2 pumps of vanilla syrup, 2 pumps of cinnamon syrup.
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fingertipsmp3 · 4 months
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I wish I had a gun so I could shoot something that is not alive
#girl WHY did i get offered two jobs on the SAME DAYYYY#one of them was the job i got interviewed for today which was a TA position at a further ed college#the other was my old job. baristaing#yeah you know that job i really enjoyed? that singlehandedly improved my mental health? and dislocating my knee & not being able to do it#anymore Fucked Me Up Royally? yeah. they offered me a seasonal contract#could they not have done this BEFORE i interviewed for two different TA positions and accepted one of them????? like for real#when i tell you if this woman had sent me this text message this time last week i would’ve skidded in there wearing a blue apron#like ‘yessss bitches did you miss me??’#instead i have to help teenagers become literate. FOR WHAT#i mean technically my knee is very much still not okay so if i did skid into the cafe i would absolutely wreck my shit. but still#i’m going to stick with the TA thing and hope they don’t royally fuck me up because like.. i know i can’t stand up for 8 hours straight#i just can’t. it’s not doable. it’s not in the cards for me#i could do 4 hours every other day but what is that. that’s not a living wage#i need to stick with the people who are going to let me sit down AND work almost full time. but god. why#i wish i could go back to the cafe. i wish i was pain free. and i want to flirt with gerry. but i could also just do that as a civilian#ugh i hate this. you spend god knows how many months functionally unemployed and two people offer you jobs at once. literally SAME HOUR#WHY#personal
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chaotic-guinea-pig · 1 year
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my hot take Tweek headcanon is that if he was given the choice, he would avoid the absolute living fuck out of working at any coffee shop
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datshitrandom · 6 months
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Favorite Fanfics (108/?): treading water by @kurtsascot
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arminsumi · 1 year
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Fuck it I love you
Fic / L. Ackerman / C2
"I don't know if I can tie my hands behind my back when it comes to you."
Levi's that shy boy who works at the cafe near campus. He's overwhelmed with newfound affections for you. Although any romantic advances seem hopeless, considering the fact that you're dating the local heart-throb, Erwin.
Cws; you two almost kiss, not entirely proofread yet, fluff, angst, mutual pining, slight love triangle
Notes on Y/n; Fem! + fem!pronouns used
Notes on this au; modern! + college!, Levi and Erwin are rivals
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It's just shy of 4 PM when Levi arrives at the fountain, where you two had decided to meet today.
His shoulders are tensely pulling together due to the cold weather. He pulls up the curve of his scarf to cover his nose, which was reddening by now. The thought of your lips warming him crosses his mind, but it's a short-lived daydream because your voice calls his attention.
"Vi." You greet him with a smile. His heart beats more prominently.
"Levi." He corrects, "How are you?"
"Cold." You say, "I think I underdressed a bit. But I really wanted to wear this outfit."
He gives it a look-over, then compliments it, "I- yeah, it's uh, you- you look good. I mean, it's a good outfit."
"Thanks..." You smile.
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You two amble around the campus plaza, making up your minds on where to go and what to do. It gets so cold that you say;
"Maybe we can take our indecisiveness back to my dorm. We'll get hypothermia out here."
His heart pangs, but he speaks calmly, "Okay."
While you walk to your dorm, the silence causes Levi to overthink.
Does she think I'm boring?
She's used to someone as well-spoken as Erwin.
Your voice snaps him out of it, "Oh, Vi,"
He looks at you, then you correct yourself cheekily, "Sorry, Le-vi."
"I don't actually mind Vi..." He says.
"Oh good! 'Cause, I mean, it sounds cool. My friend's names are so difficult to make nicknames out of, so I got excited about calling you Vi." You ramble, "But, anyways, Erwin's birthday is this weekend, and I thought you might want to come! I mean, you two have known each other for a long time, right?"
Levi's grimacing at this, but he doesn't hint towards his true feelings.
"We know each other." He replies neutrally, "But, yeah, I don't think he'd appreciate me coming."
"Oh! Why? Are you two on bad terms?"
The both of you are ascending the flights of stairs leading to your dorm room.
"No." Levi lies, "But-"
"Then come to the party!" You say, and he feels his heart beat excitedly because of your enthusiasm; it feels like you really want him to come.
"I'll try." He says, "Would you mind if I invite Hange?" He adds, realizing that it'd be wise to have his best friend there, in case something goes awfully wrong.
"I've already invited 'em." You beam proudly, stopping at the door of your dorm room, "I'm way ahead of you, Vi. Sorry, Le-Vi." You wink.
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You and Levi are lounging around your dorm room; you excitedly show off your polaroid photo collection to him, and he enjoys every bit of your enthusiasm. While complaining about the cost of the film, you're refilling the camera.
"Is the flash off?" You question aloud, lifting it to your face and peering at Levi through the viewfinder.
He's unfairly gorgeous, you think. It's not just because you have a thing for raven-haired people, but also because his features emit this mysteriousness, like a Severus Snape come to life or something.
Levi's eyes are finding excuses not to look up at the camera. Since childhood, cameras have always increased his self-consciousness.
You snap a shot, the sound satisfying to hear, and then place the developing picture face-down on the carpet.
"You've got a face that photographers would love." You comment.
It's almost amusing how red his face becomes at this.
"I don't agree, but thanks." He replies.
It takes all of his self-restraint to stop himself from indulging in your flirting. There's so many little things that you've said so far that are burning bright in his mind.
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Levi's got to leave for his evening shift at the cafe soon, but for now the two of you are laying on your backs, a conversation bouncing back and forth between your lips.
In the back of his mind, he's prematurely decided that you prefer Erwin's company, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
There's an indescribable compatibility between you two; like you're two stars that have finally gotten into the same orbit. It almost feels dangerous how well you two get along. Hell, it should be illegal, considering that you barely share any common ground.
It's such a contrast to Erwin, who almost shares every single one of your interests. This attraction between you and Levi even forces you to rethink your philosophy of what makes people fall in love.
"Oh, look." You interrupt the silence, plucking the polaroid shot you snapped earlier.
Levi props up on his elbows, looking at the slightly blurry image. With how his hair dangles and his eyelids hang low, he looks outright delicious to you.
"It's a little blurry." He comments.
"Most polaroid shots are." You say, grabbing the camera again and drawing close to Levi to take a picture.
Such proximity sent his heart racing instantly. The polaroid lens captures this moment and puts it into the eternity of a photo.
The flash makes Levi blink a few times. Why he looks so pretty when he does this, you don't really know why. His shoulder rubs with yours, and it damn near sends him into a frenzy. He's never been this close to anyone.
Neither of you really question the closing distance. It's like you've both cast spells over each other, putting your minds in a bit of a daze.
Levi's looking at you with bigger eyes, you're so close you can see the steel grey and cold blue swirling in his irises.
"I- should- get going, um, my shift started a bit ago." Levi mutters shyly.
"Oh yeah! Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you." You say, hopping to your feet.
The atmosphere of the room recedes back into a tame condition.
While you see Levi out the door, you capture his eyes again.
"I hope I'll see you at the party." You tell him, and his face noticeably brightens.
"I- yeah, I'll be there." He swallows sharply.
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"She invited me to the party..." Levi mutters, half in a daze.
He's laying on his bed, still gushing to Hange about the day he's had with you. The lights outside Levi's apartment seem to be gleaming brighter than they used to.
His face has been crimson for half of the retelling of today's events, and Hange can't help but smile.
"This is progress." Hange beams, "I mean, just yesterday you were a total wimp who couldn't even talk to her all by yourself. Look at you now! You're already stealing her away from Erwin."
Levi deadpans at Hange.
"What!" They throw their hands up.
He starts to smile a little, so he rolls over into his pillow to hide it.
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