Real or Not? | Levi x FEM! Reader

A/N: Contains swearing and adult themes

   Your rudely awaken by that annoying, dumbass alarm clock. The sound sent shrills up your spine and it filled your ears. Lazily slugging your arm out of the covers, you pound on it. It. Did. Not. Shut up. You finally built up the strength to scream out, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Then you remember, who the hell were you talking to? You groan, sounding like some demon from hell and throw off the covers, knowing you had to get up and go to school. Just the thought of that nasty kid that sat to your right in math, he always picked his nose and… goosebumps coated your legs by the image of him eating it. Considering how much a clean freak you were, that just horrifyingly scarred you. Never would you ever be able to erase that from your mind.
 
   You lie there on your bed and stare up at the ceiling for a while, mentally pep talking yourself to get through the day. The nagging teachers, the uncomfortable desk chairs the connected to your fucking table, giving you barely ANY space for your damn arms! That stack of homework that you’d get from each individual class, depriving you of your precious sleep… this was life. Finally, you sit up, trying to do so without groaning but of course… you failed miserably… just like every weak attempt to snatch a few more minutes of sleep. You rub your eyes and yawn sleepily before throwing your legs off the edge of your mattress… then you remember, you were on a bunk bed. You squeak and look down at the floor, breathing heavily and praising the lord that you hadn’t fallen. Taking a deep breath, you swing your legs back onto your mattress and crawl to the ladder, the wooden beams stinging the still asleep skin on your hands and feet.
   
   Your heavy footsteps echoed in the room as they trailed to your bedroom door. Turning the knob, you hear an unfamiliar voice. Well, it was familiar, but it wasn’t exactly one you ever heard unless you were watching anime. The door knob turned fully, you wait to open the door and listen into the person’s conversation, unsure who exactly it was. It was weird though, because you couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation.
   
   “Yeah Eren… fuck… I got it, yeah! Bye!” The voice almost shouted. You could hear the anger and annoyance in their voice. But if you heard correctly, you could’ve swore they said the name Eren. Then it came to you… Attack on Titan? But why would they be talking about that? Maybe it was a few of your cosplay buddies cracking a cruel joke on you.
   
   You open your door and tiptoe to the other side of the hall, quickly but silently pressing your back against the cold wall. Your body ached from the coolness but you stayed quiet, keeping your breaths as minimal as possible. “Tch… does this woman even clean?” Now you knew who it was… but how? The answer wasn’t comprehensible to your brain. Levi… Levi Ackerman from the anime series Attack on Titan. The pixelated character you may or may not have fallen in love with the first episode he appeared in. The animated character of the now embarrassing fan-fictions you’d read… the lemons. Your face flusters bright red and you almost squeal with both excitement and fear. Your mind flooded with dirty thoughts and ideas of what the two of you could do. Your world flipped and turned, almost making your stomach churn.
   
   Suddenly, you hear his footsteps start to come closer. They moved from the living room, down the hall, and turned into the hall you were in, but he was facing the other direction. You watch what he was doing… and of course. He opened the supply closet and reached for the bucket on the shelf, up on his tippy-toes… poor little man. You gulp and pity overwhelms you, blocking out your fandoms. “Need help little man?” You smile, trying to be chill and control your fan-girl deep inside your soul.
   
   Levi whips around, a terrified expression on his face and he almost stumbles into the closet. Your face flusters with red and you try to choke back your laughter. Your eyes trail over his form and your skin is coated with goosebumps once again. He clears his throat and gains his straight posture again, “Yes… please,” He tugs at his collar.
   
   Nervously, knowing that Levi was the man of your dreams, you carefully walk towards him, trying to make your footsteps as light as possible. You probably looked like a mess of a princess considering the way he was eyeing you. He makes way for you in the doorway and you step into the supply closet before reaching up and taking the bucket down. The fact that he was inches away from you made your heart pound and the hairs on the back of your neck stick up on their ends, you finally manage to hand him the bucket after a moment of hesitation. “H-here,” You manage to stutter out, looking away and your face bright pink.
   
   He takes the bucket and lets his fingers brush over yours, wanting to see your reaction. Of course, your breath hitches and you yank your hands back to hold them in front of your chest, your blush darkening. You take a second to look at his features… he wasn’t pixels, he was real. His fingers were warm and he was here… breathing and in the flesh. Levi looked way different than he did pixelated… his skin was a warm fair tone and his hair looked softer than any hair you’d ever seen. He had a small build but nonetheless, you knew what he hid under that cravat of his. His eyes were darker and a bit more blueish. You draw in a breath and shake your head frantically, telling yourself this was a dream… he wasn’t real. You cursed god for toying with you like this. Soon Levi scoffed and walked away with the bucket, you follow him. “What do you think you’re doing?” You firmly question him, then you remember what you were in. You were still wearing a t-shirt with booty shorts. You squeak and run back to your bedroom. You throw on whatever was clean and looked decent before racing to the bathroom and hurriedly brushing your hair.
   
   You smear on a red lip stain and walk quickly back to where Levi was. You stand in front of him with your hands clasped together behind your waist and smile, hoping that you looked put together. He looks at you from head to toe, causing you to shudder with nervousness. You flutter your eyes unintentionally. “Looks nice…” He murmurs in an unusually soft tone. You choked on your spit.
   
   “W-what?” You blink, your skin turning a bit pale. This was weird. No. Beyond weird. One, Levi Ackerman of Hajime Isayama’s Attack on Titan was here, beginning to clean your kitchen. And two, why was his tone so soft and gentle? Isn’t he supposed to be mean and crude most of the time?
   
   “I said it looks nice… now get me a fucking sponge.” Aah, there’s the Levi the world knew. You scramble and your knees almost turned to jelly from his voice, but you hurry back to the supply closet and grab a whole pack of fresh sponges, and come back in a matter of seconds to give it to him.
   
   “H-Here Levi.” You stutter, holding out the package.
   
   “Oi, did I say you could call me that?” He glares you down and comes closer before stepping up on his tippy-toes so he could meet you eye-to-eye. Your face flusters with red and your knees almost tremble. How was this possible? It isn’t! So why is he here? Levi leans in, both of your noses almost touching. You were too dazed to notice that he tucked a strand of your [h/c] bangs behind your ear.
   
   He flicks your forehead, keeping his neutral expression. “Ow, what the hell was that for?” You pout and massage your skin on your forehead, glaring at him.
   
   “Tch… calling me Levi, idiot.” He scoffs, returning to his cleaning spree. He takes the bucket and fills it with water.
   
   “S-sorry… I’m not exactly a soldier so what do you expect me to call you? Meanie!~” You pout and continue to rub your forehead, he flicked you really hard.
   
   “Just call me Corporal… I don’t care if you’re not a soldier.” He begins scrubbing the counters. You check your watch, flinching at the time. You were gonna be late. You scramble and run into the kitchen before throwing open a cupboard to grab a cup, you pour hot tea in from the kettle.
   
   Hurriedly you hand him the teacup, “Drink it.” You plead, it’d always been something you wanted to see. Levi hesitantly takes the teacup, eyeing you.
   
   “Okay…” He held the teacup in that way that he always did and it drove you crazy. You almost let out a squeal as he brought it up to his lips. He takes a sip and damn did you wish you were that tea in his mouth.
   
   Your wish fulfilled, knowing you had to go to school, you frown. “I have to go, Corporal… will you be here when I come back?” You murmur, wishing and hoping that the answer was yes. You had so many questions, so many things to say and do… it’d be a pity if he had to go.
   
   “Considering the looks of this place I’ll probably be here until hell freezes over.” He coughs, sliding his finger across the counter and bringing it up to look at it.
   
   “For your information, shorty, I clean every day.” You cross your arms and raise up your chin.
   
   “Every day my ass…” He chuckles lightly, “go to school brat.” You frown, wishing you could stay home all day with him. But you knew you had to go, you had tests and crap to do, but nonetheless, you were going to have a great day knowing that you were coming home to the Levi Ackerman of Attack on Titan.