Levi X Reader Oneshot: Crying in a field.

Crying in a field (the only chapter)

You let it all out. Or could you just not keep it in anymore? You don't know, and you couldn't care less; all you can focus on is the moment, the empty feeling in your stomach, your numb legs and your tired, aching arms. Tears rip down your cheeks, feeling like they're burning deep, unforgiving tracks straight through your face and into your knees. Unable to see clearly because of your wobbly and watery vision, you block everything out around you completely unconsciously. You don't even feel the cold anymore, despite the purple tint the tips of your fingers have taken on. Frost danced from your nose to your ears, teasing and taunting, but it's not nearly as painful as the void that's eating you up from the inside. As breaths become rapid, you feel disconnected from your body completely, almost as if you're in third person, spectating your weak, isolated figure with ironic judgement. You were pathetic. At least that's what you told yourself.

You gasped,as you were pulled instantaneously straight back into your body, returning to real life almost as fast as you'd shot out of it; something cold and soft traced your back lightly, sending a chill down your spine- neither good or bad. You blinked away the pools in your eyes, snapping back to reality almost as quickly as Eminem.

"Y/n.", him. Hearing him say your name was all you needed; it offered you so much comfort and you felt as if you had finally rediscovered the meaning of love. You found yourself compelled to be in his embrace. Losing all rational thought, you flung yourself at him, dragging him directly down to your level on the floor with you. He flinched away at first in shock, before realising what had happened and immediately forcing his face into the crook of your neck, pushing his chest forward to meet yours. You suddenly became aware the warmth of his body compared to your icy fingertips clutching desperately to his upper back. At that moment, all of your emotions returned in a violent and sudden rush in your mind, as both your physical and emotional numbness melted away into the void within you (which was significantly less scary than before). In fact, every part of you felt like it was melting. You were concerned incase he'd felt the sharp frostiness of your cold skin unpleasant, but he clearly didn't care if you were cold. He didn't care that you were both on the floor, in the mud, or about the dirtiness that came with. You just wanted to be held by him forever, and he wanted you too. As you felt his grip tighten significantly on your back, his face scrunched up into your neck, and you felt the sharp twanging of tears on your shoulder blades.

"L-levi." He pulled his watery-eyed face back slowly, leaving you with an instant emptiness, but soon replaced this feeling by pressing his forehead softly against yours, creeping his hand down from the back of your head, past the nape of your neck and all the way to your jacket collar. Tears were still falling and each scalding droplet felt like a stab at your heart, just from knowing that he was upset. You hated to see him like this, especially over you. During this time, you had already studied every nook and cranny of his face, noting all of his perfect imperfections matched yours; he was red, blotchy and lachrymose with upset. You traced the shapes of his face with your eyes in excruciating detail, taking in every part of him now, knowing you'd regret it later if you didn't. This might be your first and last opportunity. You knew you shouldn't think like that, but each mission could be his or your last, and with each day brought a new life-threatening danger you had to adapt to. You had still been crying throughout, but quietly and at peace with both yourself and the universe, feeling almost whole once more. You didn't know it was possible for just one person to make you feel so loved yet so hurt. Stationary for a while, you both waited upon the other to make a move. Silence. Not painful silence, but silence nonetheless. As much as you would've loved to stay here, like this, forever, you longed deeply for his taste. Had he seen the passion in your eyes? Did he not feel the same? So much was running through your head so fast, yet it felt as if there were not thoughts at all. You thought your heart was going to explode if it continued any faster; It was so close to his, but not close enough. You'd never done anything like this before -never had this level of connection with someone before- and you still didn't know if you'd interpreted this the same way as he had. Surely? Surely. He must like you; he must like you or else why would he look at you that way, why would he touch you that way, why would he listen and speak to you in a way he knows you'd like? Because he could be being friendly. Or he could be... Maybe-

Ah, fuck it.

Craving overpowered every other sense in your body; every part of you wanted him: your heart, mind and soul. So you just did it. No going back now. In one fluid movement of the hand, you tilted up and positioned his chin, and pulled him in towards you, closing the small space there was between your lips once and for all. They were warm and strangely soft and welcoming, though his gaze was softer. Almost as if he had played this out in his head a hundred times already, he didn't flinch at all but instead instantaneously pulled himself in closer to you and engaged fully in the kiss, eyes now frozen shut with satisfaction, and hand now travelling further up and back into your hair, the other one sliding across your shins delicately and up to the very bottom of your shirt, making you grunt a little in reaction to his fiery hands carefully brushing against your stomach. Licking your lips, he pleaded for entry and you responded, opening your mouth to allow tongue-on-tounge contact. You pulled away. He looked at you curiously, wondering why you'd stopped.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, concerned that he'd done something to hurt you. After a second, he blinked quick and his hand shot back behind him, barely touching your thigh on the way there. You reached over and boldly captured his hand in yours, guiding it and bringing it back up to your stomach, this time firmly placing it on your side.
"Levi... I don't want this to be a one-time thing. I really like you." There was silence for a second, so you peered over to him regretting your decision, as you endeavoured to decipher his illegible expression. Retracting your hand, you felt his hesitantly fall down onto your lap.
Shit, what had you done? Heating up, you couldn't help but feel humiliated by the rejection, so started to back away and stand up, panicking, preparing to leave.
"I-I'm sorry, forget I said anything... that was a mistake... I just thought that-"
Your speech became hurried and defensive, as you desperately tried to hide the emotion in your voice, but your throat betrayed you and cracked, drying up despite your efforts. On hearing this, he looked up, finally.

Quicker than you could process, (as this had been a bit if a rollercoaster ride) you saw him stand up but closed your eyes. You couldn't help but brace yourself, however was ecstatically surprised and pleased to find instead two big hands rest gently upon your cheekbones. Looking up only provides you with a view of that stupid side smirk that you didn't see all that often but could certainly get used to.

"I really like you too, y/n."

And with a gruff giggle, that was it. That was how I dated Levi Ackerman.