Damit, hanji

~~(WARNING! Cussing and swearing because of, well, you know Levi. Model Levi + sassy attitude = LOTS of swearing! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)~~




(Modern AU) Model! Levi x Artist! Reader

The flashes of the cameras in the studio annoyed the shit out of the classy midget. His stoic face seemed unphased on the outside but on the inside, (if not for his job) he felt like punching the living crap out of them.

“Over here, Levi!” someone shouted as Levi rolled his eyes to flash a look at the source of the voice. He was so sick and tired of the shit. He never really wanted this, to be a model. In all honesty he wanted to be anything but. A bank accountant, lawyer, and heck even a bar tender if he had to, but the thought of people taking pictures of him and have people drool over his body made him sick.

The shift ended just after 6pm and his secretary, Petra Ral walked up to him, a blush on her cheeks as usual as she rambled on about the plans for the next day. Levi shooed her aside, though. He needed a shit load of rest. Yes, he knew that Petra swoons over him, but he never really thought of her that way.

“Mr. Ackerman, you have 2 meetings in the morning tomorrow, starting at-“

“No, shut up, Ral. I don’t want to hear it. Tell me about it tomorrow. I’m taking my leave right now. I need some fucking rest.”

“B-but sir, I - ”

“Did I fucking stutter? Just go home. I need some rest.” And with that, he exited the door of the studio, walking out onto the streets and into his favorite coffee shop, Titan cafe. The doors ring softly as he sighs a relief, happy to be away from the public. There was one reason why he loved this café was because there was hardly anyone there to spot him and call the paparazzi.

Well… there might be 2 reasons.

Every day, he would see (h/l) (h/c) locks barely covering (e/c) galaxies as a graceful hand swished over a sketchbook with a pencil in the back corner of the café. The girl’s name was (y/n). She always wore a (f/c) shirt to match her (s/f/c) converses.

“Hey brat.” Levi scotched over to the girl. She glanced up at him, smiling sweetly, making his heart melt once more. He fell for her not only because of her beautiful form, but also her personality. She was the only person in his monochrome spectrum to treat him like a normal human being.

“Hey, Levi you old man.” She laughs lightly, her pencil making beautiful patterns on her paper. Levi could only dream of recreating those patterns on her skin. But who would fall for a jackass like him? He thought no one would. His head would drift over her shoulder, watching the characters come to life on her paper. (y/n) made a living by drawing prints and commissioning people on this website called Deviant ART.

“Tch. I’m not old, you little shit. You’re just young.” Levi clicked his tongue as (y/n) laughed at his remark.

“So, crappy day at work?”

“What do you expect?” he sighs and looks out of the window, then sun starting to set. He hears something make contact with the café table and He turn to see (y/n) look at him straight through his onyx pools. She NEVER puts down her sketchbook.

“You know, Levi, you don’t have to live like this. Better a happy second than a sad life.” (y/n) mutters clutching onto his hand, forcing him to use all of his strength to suppress a blush.

“I can’t turn back now. It’s too late. I already started.” Levi mutters, looking down at the contact (y/n) made with him. Levi never knew, but (y/n) was always so fond of him. His ebony undercut, his eyes, heck, even his fowl mouth. She loved everything about him. Everyone else, they only see his body, but (y/n) saw the real him. The man that lay under the skin made of steel.

“Levi, this isn’t easy to say…” (y/n) muttered, “I… I love you. I have for a long time. I hate to see you like this every day of the year. Coming to this café, complaining about the life you live right now.”

Love…? The word was so foreign to him. As he lost himself in those (e/c) pools, he slowly pulled her closer to him “Then how about you make my life easier to bear with you in the picture?”

A gasp left (y/n)’s lips before chapped ones lovingly pressed against hers, making her close her eyes and treasure this-

“GET SOME SHORTY~!” a yell could be heard across the café and the two love birds pull apart to see a familiar crazy brunet with glistening glasses fangirling at the sight before her. Levi’s brows creased into a frown and his lips formed a scowl.

“DAMIT, HANJI! ILL BEAT YOUR SHITTY ASS!” Levi yelled as he chased the crazy lady around the café, with (y/n) laughing her ass off and Hanji giggling.