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Attack on Titan- Levi x Tall!Reader - Don't Change

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Attack on Titan [Shingeki no Kyojin]

Levi x Tall!Reader

Don't Change

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Giving you the phone was a mistake I couldn't have prevented.

You've got me sitting on this hardwood floor, with nothing but the clothes on my back and a pain in my ass. Judging by the clock on the wall, you've been in our room for about forty-five minutes. I can't hear what you're up to in there, but I know that silence in our house doesn't equal serenity. Your phone had rang nearly an hour ago and I had answered it, since you were in the kitchen at the time. The guy on the other end claimed he was a coworker and said he wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Thinking nothing of it, asking no further questions, I handed it over. Now, you're sulking because whoever was on the phone said something to hurt you and I'm sitting outside the door waiting for you to unlock it.

Normally, I hate people who snoop around for details on the past. You never did it with me, even though my past was definitely worth some looking into. However, I'm worthless when it comes to your silence so I move away from the door to call up Hanji. My fingers surround my phone in a death grip as I wait for her to answer. By the fourth ring, her chipper voice assaults my right ear. Wasting no time, I tell her the situation.

The enthusiasm in her voice suffers a quick death. “What was the number?” After I tell her, she gives a heavy sigh. Hesitant, she spills. “That's Matt – er, Matthew. Her ex. That's all I can say, Levi. It's not my place to tell what happened.”

With a curt “thanks,” I hang up the phone and shove it in my pocket. As far as I knew, you had no previous relationship. Why would you want to lie about that when we've been completely open and honest to each other about things we haven't even told our closest friends? I return to the door, knocking on it lightly.

“Open up, baby,” I command, resting my fist against the door. If the pet names won't work, I don't know what will. I rarely use those and when I do, it's to weird you out or be sarcastic. I put my ear to the door; nothing seems to give. I guess I'll have to get to the point the only way I know how. “So when were you gonna tell me about Matthew, Noodle Legs?”

Your response is immediate. The bed-springs creak and footsteps make their way to the door, which opens to reveal your tear-stained face. Hopefully never, munchkin,you reply, bending down to wrap your arms around my shoulders. “But I have to, huh?”

I hold on to your waist before kissing your forehead. You let go, taking my hand and leading me inside our room. I ignore the urge to fix the messy covers on the bed as you sit me down on them. You decide not to join me. Instead, you park yourself next to my legs on the floor. Your head rests on the side of my thigh while you gear up enough courage to speak.

“It was about three years ago,” you begin, playing with your hands. “Back when I had time to burn on the internet, I usually stayed up late talking with these friends I had made. We all liked the same things and talking with them really distracted me from all the negative self-image I had.” I hear your voice trembling, so I run my fingers through your hair. “I met Matt in a chatroom. After days of talking, we traded phone numbers and pictures, then talked some more. I never became so addicted to someone's voice before and after two months, I wanted more. So I suggested that we...meet somewhere.”

Your shoulders slump and all I allow myself to do is wait until you can continue. My curiosity outweighs my patience, though.

“Was he who he said he was?” I ask. You chuckle, grabbing onto my hand, which abandoned combing through your hair.

“Yeah. We were meeting at a cafe and I was too excited to meet him, so I came early. I took a seat by the window, jumping at any redhead I saw. He showed up and before he could ask who I was, I hugged him and–

A sudden sob tears out of your throat. This time, I'm not so eager for you to go on. I just hold on to your hand, hoping that my silence is enough to support you. If I didn't know how much you'd disapprove, I'd kick his ass so hard, his shit would have to come out his mouth.

He pushed me away and told me that he was expecting someone shorter,you finally manage to say, wiping your fresh tears with the heel of your palm. “Can you believe that? Before our relationship could actually start! All those days of bonding and saying 'I love you' meant shit to him because he couldn't handle being the shorter person. And he calls on my birthday to tell me that he's sorry?

It means nothing, absolutely nothing,” you shout hoarsely, the harsh sound bouncing off of the walls, “in comparison to all the years I've been wishing I was shorter. To this day, I still wish I was!

I leave the bed and kneel in front of you. I'm so livid at your words that I attempt to smother them before they leave your lips. My hands cup each side of your face as I stare intently into your wide eyes.

“No matter how much you want to, you can't change what you are, so you might as well accept that,” I order sternly, laying my forehead against yours. “I don't care if I have to take a rocket to get to kiss those stupid lips of yours every day. Don't say dumb shit like that.”

You're speechless for a while, at least, up to the point you start laughing at me. Leave it to you to be crying your eyes out one moment to splitting your sides in the next.

“So you would take a rocket every day just to kiss me?” you ask, tears of laughter running down your cheeks. I roll my eyes, removing my hands. I distract myself from your giggling by fixing the covers on the bed. “I wouldn't mind taking an express trip to Hell to see you, then.”

I scoff. “Screw you, palm tree.”

“I love you, too, Thumbelevi.” I feel your chest press on my back as you hug me, making me reconsider the point of tidying the bed up. “Thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

The rocket thing was hilarious when I came up with it at 1:00AM, so sorry if it's not 

Thumbelina = Thumbelevi I thought it was funny! XD Look up Thumbelina if you don't get it

So...Sorry this took so long. Writer's Block is a witch! Anyway, I'm so sorry that this didn't involve a club, so if you still want, I can make a follow-up to this one! This one just flowed better and I liked the way it turned out! 
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4favoriteanime's avatar
I like this one quite a lot, the rocket thing was really funny