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He couldn’t understand it, it was almost eight in the morning and you still hadn’t gotten out of bed yet. How could you possibly sleep so long? You were a damned squad leader – and not only that – but you slept in the same damn bed! You usually got up when he did, which would’ve been near three hours ago.
Levi grunted in disgust and marched his impatient ass to your shared quarters.
Immediately busting open the door, he saw that you were still sound asleep, all snug in the sheets with your face near covered with how huddled up you were.
“Oi, [First], get your ass up. Do you have any idea what the time is? Why are you still in bed, you lazy--”
You interrupted his words with a groan. “Shut up, asshole. You just keep going on and on.” Your words were nasally, your voice hoarse and low.
Oh no.
He knew what that sounded like.
That sounded like… sickness.
He scowled at you, his eyebrows quirking up ever so slightly. “You’re sick?” he asked, though he didn’t need to. “Ugh… but we had sex last night. Does this mean I’m going to get sick, too?”
Typical Levi. That asshole didn’t even care that you were sick, all he cared about was the fact that you might make him sick. The oh-so-mighty Lance Corporal couldn’t have that, could he? That would just be a crime against nature.
“I dunno, man, I felt fine last night but then it… Just kinda happened.” You buried yourself further in the blanket. “Go train your cadets and leave me alone to die.”
When you said that, his scowl just deepened. He couldn’t believe it. You were well enough to dominate him in the bedroom but so sick you were bedridden just hours later?
Romance and fraternising were ill advised, and he’d be lying if he said he was actually interested in either, but you’d been in a committed relationship for months now, and like fuck if he was going to act a deadbeat boyfriend.
Even still… you were sick. He didn’t want to go near you, but he’d have to.
He turned on his heel and left the room. Maybe he could get you some of that soup from yesterday’s lunch…
You thought he left you alone for good. He’d been gone long enough that you’d fallen back to sleep again. Of course, this was after you got up to tear a tissue into bits, twist them around enough then shove them up your nostrils. You never understood how a nose could be runny yet also blocked at the same time. What piece of shit decided that?
Levi spent almost two hours running around, pretending he wasn’t concerned, and asking questions about how to treat a cold while also not catching it. He was going to be so careful, nothing would sneak up on him.
It was probably the castle making you sick. It wasn’t clean enough. He ordered the cadets to do another big clean-up, despite the fact the last one was just yesterday. There were germs everywhere, the whole place needed to be quarantined.
He tied his bandana around the lower half of his face and pulled some thin rubber gloves on. Afterwards, he went into the kitchen to grab a jug of water. You needed to stay hydrated, after all. And fed. He grabbed more food than necessary, but who could blame him for doing that? Eating healthy helps.
Once he was fully prepared, he entered the room again, and his overly-loud rustling and groaning about how it was complete bullshit that you were sick woke you up.
You sat up in your bed and groaned, and Levi’s brow creased in slight disgust at the tissues in your nose.
“The fuck are those things?” He pointed at your nose once he put the tray aside.
You frowned. “Tissue… thingies. My nose keeps dripping.”
“Gross.”
“Yeah. Picture this face next time you beg me to let you put the head i--”
He growled at you. “That’s enough. Shut up and eat your food.”
You groaned softly and shifted to look at the things he’d brought up. “Why don’t you ever bring me food when I’m not sick?”
“Because if I let you out of the room you won’t infect everyone else.”
“…Thanks.”
Over the course of the day, Levi went in and out of your room, usually at your own request. Whenever he returned, you’d demand him to do something else, and – for the time being – he’d allow it. Once you were better, however… Words could not describe the work he’d force you to do to make up for it.
In all honesty, he thought that you’d be better by the day’s end, but then he remembered you had a cold and they didn’t go away in twelve hours. He felt like dying when he realised that you’d likely call to him for help for the next few days. He didn’t want to be around you that long, you were awful to hang out with.
Nearing three days later, and Levi was sitting in the room once again, beside your bed and feeding you. Why couldn’t you feed yourself? You were sick, that didn’t mean you didn’t have any arms.
Regardless, he was a good boyfriend and insisted on feeding you.
He tried to direct the spoon to your mouth, but faltered and stared blankly as the soup dripped down your chin and onto your shirt. Gross. Now he’d have to clean that up.
You grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the spilt soup before him. You tossed the tissue in the trash and furrowed your brows in confusion. “Levi? Are you doing okay?”
“Shut up,” he answered. He’d been acting dismissive all day, and you had no idea why.
But it was because he had a headache. He couldn’t shake it off and he wanted to live in denial that he was getting sick from you.
You put your arm over your mouth and coughed into your sleeve, turned away from him. You proceeded to turn back and scowl. “Levi. What is it?” You thought for a moment. “Don’t tell me… you’re getting sick?”
“I don’t get colds.” He put the bowl down and rubbed his temples. This was not happening.
“Right, right, a big strong man like you? Immune to all forms of disease.”
He shook his head. “I can’t be sick, my face has been covered the whole time.”
“With the bandana of immunity,” you mocked.
“Damn it! Why did you have to go and infect me with this… ugh… For fuck’s sake.”
You stumbled your way out of bed and sniffed the uncontrollable dripping back into your nose. “No, no, this is good! Now I can take care of you!”
“Sure, that’s a great idea,” he said. “Except now we’re both fucking sick.”
You refused to listen to his reasoning. You were no deadbeat girlfriend, you were going to take good care of Levi for as long as he was sick, no matter how bad he was at conversation.
For the next two weeks, the both of you had been stuck in a cycle where you kept getting sick from each other, then proceeded to stumble over each other to look after… each other.
Everyone else in the headquarters couldn’t even wrap the concept around their heads. You two were supposed to be tough, smart, determined, and on the top of the food chain when it came to the Scouting Legion. Why were you acting like such… idiots?
It was a good thing no one ever walked into your room as you were treating each other, because then you’d have to explain why you were still having sex even though you couldn’t stop coughing on one another. In short, you were both fucking gross, and you’d never talk about this experience again once it was over.
Levi knew one thing from all of it.
He would never stop suffering from the memories of it. He’d be eighty-five years old, enjoying his twilight years, then he’d remember the time you had to pause in the middle of sex to grab a tissue and shove it in your nose.
Gods, it was just… sick.
Levi grunted in disgust and marched his impatient ass to your shared quarters.
Immediately busting open the door, he saw that you were still sound asleep, all snug in the sheets with your face near covered with how huddled up you were.
“Oi, [First], get your ass up. Do you have any idea what the time is? Why are you still in bed, you lazy--”
You interrupted his words with a groan. “Shut up, asshole. You just keep going on and on.” Your words were nasally, your voice hoarse and low.
Oh no.
He knew what that sounded like.
That sounded like… sickness.
He scowled at you, his eyebrows quirking up ever so slightly. “You’re sick?” he asked, though he didn’t need to. “Ugh… but we had sex last night. Does this mean I’m going to get sick, too?”
Typical Levi. That asshole didn’t even care that you were sick, all he cared about was the fact that you might make him sick. The oh-so-mighty Lance Corporal couldn’t have that, could he? That would just be a crime against nature.
“I dunno, man, I felt fine last night but then it… Just kinda happened.” You buried yourself further in the blanket. “Go train your cadets and leave me alone to die.”
When you said that, his scowl just deepened. He couldn’t believe it. You were well enough to dominate him in the bedroom but so sick you were bedridden just hours later?
Romance and fraternising were ill advised, and he’d be lying if he said he was actually interested in either, but you’d been in a committed relationship for months now, and like fuck if he was going to act a deadbeat boyfriend.
Even still… you were sick. He didn’t want to go near you, but he’d have to.
He turned on his heel and left the room. Maybe he could get you some of that soup from yesterday’s lunch…
You thought he left you alone for good. He’d been gone long enough that you’d fallen back to sleep again. Of course, this was after you got up to tear a tissue into bits, twist them around enough then shove them up your nostrils. You never understood how a nose could be runny yet also blocked at the same time. What piece of shit decided that?
Levi spent almost two hours running around, pretending he wasn’t concerned, and asking questions about how to treat a cold while also not catching it. He was going to be so careful, nothing would sneak up on him.
It was probably the castle making you sick. It wasn’t clean enough. He ordered the cadets to do another big clean-up, despite the fact the last one was just yesterday. There were germs everywhere, the whole place needed to be quarantined.
He tied his bandana around the lower half of his face and pulled some thin rubber gloves on. Afterwards, he went into the kitchen to grab a jug of water. You needed to stay hydrated, after all. And fed. He grabbed more food than necessary, but who could blame him for doing that? Eating healthy helps.
Once he was fully prepared, he entered the room again, and his overly-loud rustling and groaning about how it was complete bullshit that you were sick woke you up.
You sat up in your bed and groaned, and Levi’s brow creased in slight disgust at the tissues in your nose.
“The fuck are those things?” He pointed at your nose once he put the tray aside.
You frowned. “Tissue… thingies. My nose keeps dripping.”
“Gross.”
“Yeah. Picture this face next time you beg me to let you put the head i--”
He growled at you. “That’s enough. Shut up and eat your food.”
You groaned softly and shifted to look at the things he’d brought up. “Why don’t you ever bring me food when I’m not sick?”
“Because if I let you out of the room you won’t infect everyone else.”
“…Thanks.”
Over the course of the day, Levi went in and out of your room, usually at your own request. Whenever he returned, you’d demand him to do something else, and – for the time being – he’d allow it. Once you were better, however… Words could not describe the work he’d force you to do to make up for it.
In all honesty, he thought that you’d be better by the day’s end, but then he remembered you had a cold and they didn’t go away in twelve hours. He felt like dying when he realised that you’d likely call to him for help for the next few days. He didn’t want to be around you that long, you were awful to hang out with.
Nearing three days later, and Levi was sitting in the room once again, beside your bed and feeding you. Why couldn’t you feed yourself? You were sick, that didn’t mean you didn’t have any arms.
Regardless, he was a good boyfriend and insisted on feeding you.
He tried to direct the spoon to your mouth, but faltered and stared blankly as the soup dripped down your chin and onto your shirt. Gross. Now he’d have to clean that up.
You grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the spilt soup before him. You tossed the tissue in the trash and furrowed your brows in confusion. “Levi? Are you doing okay?”
“Shut up,” he answered. He’d been acting dismissive all day, and you had no idea why.
But it was because he had a headache. He couldn’t shake it off and he wanted to live in denial that he was getting sick from you.
You put your arm over your mouth and coughed into your sleeve, turned away from him. You proceeded to turn back and scowl. “Levi. What is it?” You thought for a moment. “Don’t tell me… you’re getting sick?”
“I don’t get colds.” He put the bowl down and rubbed his temples. This was not happening.
“Right, right, a big strong man like you? Immune to all forms of disease.”
He shook his head. “I can’t be sick, my face has been covered the whole time.”
“With the bandana of immunity,” you mocked.
“Damn it! Why did you have to go and infect me with this… ugh… For fuck’s sake.”
You stumbled your way out of bed and sniffed the uncontrollable dripping back into your nose. “No, no, this is good! Now I can take care of you!”
“Sure, that’s a great idea,” he said. “Except now we’re both fucking sick.”
You refused to listen to his reasoning. You were no deadbeat girlfriend, you were going to take good care of Levi for as long as he was sick, no matter how bad he was at conversation.
For the next two weeks, the both of you had been stuck in a cycle where you kept getting sick from each other, then proceeded to stumble over each other to look after… each other.
Everyone else in the headquarters couldn’t even wrap the concept around their heads. You two were supposed to be tough, smart, determined, and on the top of the food chain when it came to the Scouting Legion. Why were you acting like such… idiots?
It was a good thing no one ever walked into your room as you were treating each other, because then you’d have to explain why you were still having sex even though you couldn’t stop coughing on one another. In short, you were both fucking gross, and you’d never talk about this experience again once it was over.
Levi knew one thing from all of it.
He would never stop suffering from the memories of it. He’d be eighty-five years old, enjoying his twilight years, then he’d remember the time you had to pause in the middle of sex to grab a tissue and shove it in your nose.
Gods, it was just… sick.
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wrote some of this when i was sick and the rest of it when i was............. sick.
anyway can u guys think of any other ideas for some levi x readers? i remember i got some good ones a while ago but i never did anything with them.....
the EMPEROR is BACK
anyway can u guys think of any other ideas for some levi x readers? i remember i got some good ones a while ago but i never did anything with them.....
the EMPEROR is BACK
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Yeah, why are we acting like idiots?